#let me know if this is ok! before the storm-ish

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"Hmm... we're about the same size, I think."

Thank god this girl rolled into this place, whoever she was. It took a lot of convincing, some of her most difficult work yet - or at least in a while, since she'd been here - but Valentina managed to coax her into the back entrance of the church, the closest way in to the actual fun part of the building - her makeshift studio.

An old sewing machine that only worked when the moon was full, but as many needles and threads as she could scavenge over the years. She got so lucky a few years ago when that lady got stuck here going to some sort of sewing retreat - or was she a salesperson? - and Valentina gathered all of those old supplies for herself. Of course, the lady died eventually, and that was a bummer, but real needles and threads were godsends.

"Obviously I don't have anything super nice like I wish I did," Valentina explained as she led the girl into her space, pushing aside laundry lines with various fabrics pinned around. "But I can let you borrow some stuff. Some, and I'm strict about it - all it took was one kind gesture and a dead girl and now my favorite pieces are reserved for me." Valentina faced her then, flicked the girl's hair out from her face, and looked over her whole outfit, then. "No, this isn't going to work." Valentina squatted down by the girl's feet then, taking note of the rip in the other's jeans, by the knee. "I have to fix this first. The ripped look has to be out by now, has to be." She shook her head. "I just know you have to be freezing. I guess I can spare an extra jacket." *// @fallacias

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Kink Discovery | One Piece ♡

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individual reaction/headcanon scenarios on kink discovery with op characters!

masterlist | one piece masterlist

part 1 | part 3

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genre: smut (minors dni)

characters: beckman, buggy, crocodile, kid, killer

cw: fem!reader, size kink, beckman is significantly bigger than reader, sub-ish buggy, overstimulation, masturbation, inappropriate workplace relationships.

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Beckman - size

Benn Beckman is a big man, but he had never thought much about the size difference between the two of you. You both love each other, and that's all he cares about; the differences between you weren't ever something he focused on. At least, not until his captain points it out.

“How the hell are you still walking right after being with him for so long?” he asks. You, not being afraid of your captain, yell at him for asking an inappropriate question and storm off. The question lingers in Beckman's mind for the rest of the day.

Later that night, when you're both in bed, and he's got you pinned beneath him, he focuses on the way your poor tight pussy struggles to take him at first. You whine at the stretch, whining that he's too big. He sees a little bulge form in your lower stomach, and when he realises that's him, he snaps. He presses down as he grinds his cock inside of you.

“you feel that, doll? That's me in there,” He growls. You can't give him a coherent response, instead offering a scream of his name that he doesn't even bother covering up. “It's ok, sweet girl. I know you can take me,” he says, pushing your legs up to your chest and starting a fast, punishing pace.

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Buggy - praise

One thing Buggy's always been good at is oral. He's always ready to drop to his knees, hold your things open and devour you like you're his last meal.

One late night aboard the Cross Guilds ship, Buggy is lying in bed with you. He's got your legs spread as far as he can without causing you pain so that he can lick and suck at your clit without obstruction. He licks over your pussy, Indulging himself in his favourite taste. He's used to hearing your moans and whimpers as his tongue works you towards an orgasm, but this time, you say something that grabs his attention.

“Fuck, you're so good.” You moan, hands flying down to grab at his hair. Buggy is momentarily embarrassed, blushing at your words until the pride that's starting to build within him yearns to hear more praise.

“Say that again. Tell me how good I am.”

“You're a good boy. You're so good at eating my pussy. I'm gonna cum” You say, and Buggy almost cums in his pants at your words. Buggy likes hearing you tell him how good he is at making you cum, even if it comes in the form of a ‘good boy’.

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Crocodile - panties

When he hired you as his second in command for the cross guild, you both knew it wouldn't stay professional. Or rather, it was never professional in the first place. What started as simple gifts and flowers quickly turned into stolen kisses and fancy lingerie.

He has you in his office, planted on his lap, making out with him until the den den mushi on your desk starts to ring and ruins the moment. Crocodile hesitates to let you go, but he does so, watching you with great interest as you stand up. What he doesn't expect you to do is reach under the skirt of your dress and pull your panties down your legs. He catches them as you fling them at him.

“entertain yourself while I take this call,” you say, and he looks between you and the lace in his hand before shrugging and bringing the lace to his face and inhaling your scent. He wraps the flimsy fabric around his cock and uses it to get off. It's embarrassing how fast he cums, all because of some lace. He tucks the fabric into his pocket as you end the call for future usage. He's already planning the next pair he's going to buy you.

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Kid - voyeurism/cuckolding

Kid had been staring so intensely at you and Killer that he didn't even realise Wire was talking to him. Wire gives up on trying to have a conversation with his Captain and gets up to leave.

“Where are you going?” Kid grumpily asks as he notices his friend moving out of the corner of his eyes.

“I can't sit here and watch you eyefuck your girlfriend AND your best friend.” He says, turning to leave. Kid's not going to deny he's eye-fucking you, but he immediately starts protesting the idea that he's doing the same to Killer. Kid tries to forget about Wire's words after calming himself down, but then he sees you lean further into Killer so you can hear him speak, and he realises that he likes the way you look together. Images of you bouncing on Killer's cock flash through his head all his self-restraint flies out the window. He calls the two of you into the captain's quarters, and you two follow quickly. As soon as the door shuts, Kid walks over to a chair at the side of the bed.

“I need you two to fuck”, he says, matter of factly. Both of you look startled, but when you see him palming himself through his trousers, you realise he's serious, and the idea of fucking Killer makes your skin hot.

You turn around to see that Killer has removed his mask and is staring down at you. Killer lifts you and drops you on the bed. He pulls your panties down your legs and then throws them at Kid. Killer unbuckles his belt and lines up his thick cock with your pussy.

Kid won't be able to cum anymore unless he thinks about the sight before him.

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Killer - Overstim

“More, please”, you beg as Killer's hips snap into you. His heavy thrusts would launch you up the bed if he didn't have such a strong grip on you. Hearing you beg for more despite already being so close makes Killer smile. You don't have to beg for him, but he appreciates your plea.

You've already cum twice at the mercy of his tongue and then his cock. He's already cum one, covering your pretty ass and back. He's turned you over now, watching as your facial expression twists into something more desperate.

“beautiful” is all he can say as he studies the way you react to him. Killer leans back slightly to watch as your chest rapidly rises and falls with each heavy breath that leaves you, pushed out of you by his fat cock. He notices the trembling in your legs as you get closer and closer to cumming. Then he sees your hands searching for something to grab onto, and he leans back over you. You immediately grip onto his back, nails digging into the skin. He drops his head to your neck, pressing messy open-mouthed kisses to the skin there.

He's completely draped over you, thick cock bullying into your pussy. You're completely overwhelmed by him, and you can't do anything but let your orgasm take over. Your eyes roll back, and your body tenses as you cum with a cry of his name. Killer fucks you through it, in awe of the way your pussy pulses around him and the puddle dripping on the mattress beneath you.

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thank for you reading, I hope you enjoyed!!

there will be a part 3 coming ♡

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I’m absolutely IN. LOVE. with ur Joel/baby Sarah/wife!Reader masterlist and all their wacky adventures 😍🤪! When u have the time and if u feel drawn to the suggestion, I hope to see reader and Joel have a cute hubby & wifey moment (either before or after Sarah, ur pick) and not just Joel having high blood pressure all the time 🤣. Have an awesome weekend!!! 😘

Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: My Wife, My Love, My Life

notes: thank you for the request! Decided to make this one after Sarah is born but the focus towards the end is Joel and Reader.

Warnings: Oral m!receiving, blowjob, facial, very brief unprotective penetration

18+ ONLY

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You didn’t ever think this day would come. Not now, not so soon at least, but certainly you had hoped it would never come.

Yet as you packed your suitcase, your eyes welled with tears. Your bedroom, the one you’d shared with your husband for years for every single night you two were together, was about to be foreign. No longer sharing his warm embrace, his caresses and morning kisses.

 You were leaving him behind.

 Memoriese placate your mind, routines and dents of the bed were about to be disrupted for the first time, and your heart ached at the idea.

Worst yet, you were leaving your own daughter, your sweet little angel who was not even one year old. She’s too young, should you even be separated from her at this age? How badly would this scar her? How much would she remember her own mother, who showed nothing but love and care and smiles for her entire existence, how much would that penetrate her memory of you as you abandon your family—

“Are you crying’ again?” Joel asks from the doorway. “It’s only a week!”

You sniffle and toss your blazer into your bag, avoiding him. “I don’t wanna go.”

You’re just traveling for a brief work trip just for the week then you’ll be back this time next Sunday, but STILL. All of those things hold true(ish), and it still hurts to have to say goodbye—

“Would you relax, honey. Christ.”

Even if your husband doesn’t care, you know Sarah will feel the pain of her own Momma leaving her behind with no reason she can possibly come to understand—

 “You are so clingy and needy—“

JOEL WOULDYOUSHUTTHEFUCKUP I'MHAVINGAMOMENT, DAMNIT.

You sigh heavily and zip up the bag before lugging it to the ground. He raises his eyebrow as you storm by, his arms folded with a bemused smirk.

“Oh it’s funny to you? Guess you do want me gone—“

“It’s a week,” he reminds you firmly, his hands rubbing along bothy your arms. “It’s gonna be like a vacation for you!” 

His words of encouragement suck ass because your ideal vacation is with your family. No, this was more like hell. 

And Joel seemed to be loving every minute of it.

“Don’t forget ya moisturizer, oh and I packed ya some snacks for the plane. Plus some pepper spray, which you gotta put in your checked bag cuz they ain’t gonna let ya through security. Your passport is in your purse already…” 

He was practically ushering you straight out the door. Running around the house like road runner, athering everything ahead of time, getting your little carry on and security tag and even breakfast quickly made for you to ‘make you not worry about a thing’.

No. The fucker was getting rid of you for sure, and glad of it—

“Stop sitting there with that face,” he says.

You sit down and shove your eggs in your mouth. “What face?” You snap.

“The ‘he’s intentionally trying to get rid of you’ one you got on right now. Just want ya to be prepared is all.”

You quickly wipe your expression but scowl at him when he has his back turned. 

After breakfast, you kissed your baby goodbye. She was still sleeping soundly in her crib. Joel supervised you from the hall to make sure you didn’t try to sneak her into your purse so you could take her with you.

“Ok you have enough milk in the freezer and some already thawed in the fridge when she wakes up. You have teething rings, you know how to heat her bottle, you have her burp blanket—“ you list each one on your fingers as he backing you up to the car.

“Yes,yes,yes,yes! Honey, I got it all—“

“I bought groceries already for the week —“

“And if ya missed anything, I can go grab it myself. I can cook, you know that. Got ya in bed with my food before so—“

“Joel I’m serious.” You stop him. but as you think it over, you know he’s right. He’s like a pro at taking care of you and Sarah. You’re just trying to avoid the feeling that she’s gonna miss you gone. 

Maybe she won’t even notice you're gone…

Joel catches your eyes faltering, lips trembling as water shines in your eyes. 

“Nonono! It’s gonna be okay.” He hugs you, his soft hands securely stroking your back until he can feel you breathe slowly again.

“I know I know. I’m just. I’m gonna miss you both.”

“The sooner you go, the sooner you’ll be back,” he hums reassuringly. 

You pull away and frown. “Definitely looking forward to getting rid of me—“ you seethe under your breath.

“OH GET IN THE DAMN CAR.”

-

Joel just got the text from you that you on time and safely boarded onto the flight. He knows you’ll be out of contact with cell service for the majority of the week since you were going to be out of the states, so he’s glad you were able to message him this last time. 

And while no he was NOT glad you were leaving, he wasn’t complaining either. You needed some alone time. You were preggo monster for 9 months and now non stop mom ever since. He could tell from the bags under your eyes and short temper that you needed a little vacation. It didn’t matter if you realized it or not. This conference was a blessing in disguise. There would only be a few hours a day of work stuff, then you could go to the pool, the gym, get a massage, anything you wanted was included.

And he’d get some fantastic quiet time without your nagging just for a little. A mini vacation for him too for the first time in…well, ever.

A win-win for you both.

Sarah was just rousing from her sleep, stretching her arms wide with a big yawn and wiggly toes. He sends a quick pic of her with her hazy eyes before scooping her up.

“Ready for some food, girlie?” He nuzzles his face into her chest, and she giggles happily.

It takes probably 5 minutes of Sarah sucking down her bottle in her high chair on her own before she’s looking around the strangely vacant house.

“Mum-ma?” She asks curiously, just as Joel returns to dump some cereal on her tray.

“Mommy’s left to go go on a trip. Just you and me this week, kid.” He rubs her head affectionately.

Joel really didn’t expect Sarah to fully grasp anything he says, but evidently she did understand “mommy” and “left” and that was it.

Her face scrunches up and she immediately launches into the loudest cries known to man. 

Joel was prepared for this. “Okay, okay Sarah, I know, you miss Momma,” he grabs a host of items: her pacifer, her bunny stuffed animal, her favorite chocolate that you told Joel she couldn’t have but he whips out for energencies like this. Even with his smiling face level with her pained one, wiggling each item excitedly, nothing seemed to be doing the trick. If anything, she wailed longer and harsher, kicking the table and slamming her bottle down until it rattled to the floor.

He eventually picks her up and tries rocking and bouncing, but she just shakes her head furiously. Her face is all red, fat tears dampening her little cotton onesie, with one hand scrunching his shirt and pushing him off. “You get this drama queen shit from your mom,” he tuts.

He sets her down on the floor, and Sarah immediately starts crawling towards the garage door, pointing to Joel to open it.

“She ain’t there, baby. She’ll be back—“

She screams harder, aggressively patting the door and looking back at him like she’s pleading.

He scoops her up again and takes her to the living room. He’s running out of ideas to get her to settle. Checked her diaper just in case, rejected any food, all toys were no hope. He was gonna lose his hearing at this rate.

Joel thought it would take at least the rest of the day before she would notice but this shit might be harder than he thought. If she kept huffing and puffing to keep taking a scream, or shed any more waterfall of tears, he’d have to take her to the hospital for dehydration and shortness of breath.

Sarah crawls over to the couch and yanks on the dangling blanket, pulling down pillows all over top her. He chuckles as she disappears into the mound, but can see her little form navigating from the top. Finally, the sandworm baby stops moving, and he notices her crying desist.

“Oh shit. I already killed her.”

He gently pulls pillows away until he finds Sarah with her face down, diaper bum up and her nose buried in your favorite blanket. She was smelling your scent, and that seemed to calm her almost immediately. Joel sits down and pulls the blanket free, and Sarah panics, reaching out for it desperately. He hands it back to her, and she grips it tightly, pushing her face into the soft coziness. It was still slightly warm with your body heat. Since you use it every time you’re in the living room, it smelled exactly like you.

Sarah takes a deep breath, clearing her cries. She crawls into Joel’s lap and tugs as much of it as she can along with her, sitting down between his thighs and cuddling the blanket around her.

Joel grabs the other end and smells it, and your scent floods his brain with endorphins. “I miss her too, bubba.” He leans and plants a kiss on her head, giving her the pinky back into her now accepting mouth.

She continued to play with her toys on the floor, blanket right next to her everywhere she went. Sometimes, she would just pause and nuzzle her face into it, sighing deeply and then continuing. Even Spoon was feeling the effects. Curled up by the door, whining occasionally, but otherwise just guarding the entrance, waiting for your return. Joel even pitied the big girl and allowed her on the bed so she could curl up into your spot.

Sarah was on her best behavior as much as she could be. She only cried when she was hungry or needed changing. She understood there’s no humor in bullying Joel unless you were here to punish him. 

Things were going great so far for him. 

And Joel felt pretty relaxed too. He could catch up on some programs, get some work done, go to bed when he needed it. It was peaceful.

But it wasn’t until a few nights in that he noticed life wasn’t as dandy. And it wasn’t Sarah that was making it evident.

It was him.

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As you board your flight back home, nothing brings you more peace of mind than imagining walking back into your house. 

Joel was right, this was somewhat of a mini vacation. And while it was nice, the bed wasn’t right. Didn’t matter how much money they spent on the king sized memory foam body conforming mattress with silk sheets and pressure release pillows. It just wasn’t the same as the 10 year old spring queen sized mattress that you and Joel had been cramming your asses on since you moved in together and the flat-no shape pillow that you had since you were in college. No amount of Michelin star chef prepared meals could match Joel’s empanadas and rice. 

There wasn’t even anything to compare to being curled up with Joel and Sarah on the couch, watching tv until you both fell asleep in his strong, secure arms.

So in the end, you were right (as always). And damned be Joel, but you wouldn’t be listening to him ever again. If you have to go on a trip again, you’ll just bring them along or quit your job. Easy peasy.

Part of you wonders if he was still having a superb time away from you. Doing all kinds of work around the house without you nagging or asking for dinner, or having him fetch a billion snacks for you because you’re too lazy to get up, or rub your feet or your back or your calves or your clit, or getting a blanket or turning on the fan…damn you were annoying as well. And he does it all. He’s probably gonna see you walk in and sigh disappointingly, joking that he wished it lasted longer. You wonder if he and Sarah now morphed into best of pals, and she no longer considered you her #1. 

Oh fuck, I’m gonna start crying on the damn plane.

 By the time you landed, you couldn’t get in touch with Joel. you had received a text selfie image of him and Sarah smiling with the caption “Can’t wait to see you!”. You smile to yourself. God, you’ll risk getting a ticket just to speed home right now.

1.5 hours after you drive home, you open the familiar door. The aroma of home surrounds you, and you couldn’t be happier.

As does a squealing baby being carried by your big ass husband, who both immediately attack you out of thin hair with warm hugs. Spoon wags excitedly beneath you.

You nuzzle yourself into Joel’s neck just as Sarah nuzzles herself into your chest. The four of you stand there for moment, eyes closed and silently grateful.

And wafting. 

Joel and Sarah’s noses and Spoon's especially were twitching and sucking in air against your skin and clothes, more so than hugging you.

“Oh are we…we are smelling me…” you say matter-of-factly but a little confused. Shit do I smell that bad??

He’s about to say something when you snatch Sarah and begin talking to her. She  comfortably hands on your hip as you two chat (well, more like you chat and she babbles excitedly but you return the audience). It was late, and as you rocked her to sleep in your arms, you set her down in her crib, rubbing her belly softly as she soothed to sleep.

You close the door behind you when another hand gently clasps yours.

Joel doesn’t say anything, which surprises you. He’s more stoic than usual. He takes you down the hall and into your bathroom and turns on the tub.

He starts shucking off your clothing without a word. Shirt over head, then bra clasp, pants unzipped and dragged down. you can’t even stop him, he’s so gentle yet determined. and truthfully, you didnt have it in you to give him return home sex he’d probably been missing.

“Joel,” you say softly, and he shivers. “Um, I’m a little tired, but I promise tomorrow I will—“

“Tub,” he commands. 

You tilt your head in confusion but step into the basin, now stark naked. The water is just perfect. You sink in until it’s level with your chest. Joel mixes in some suds and pulls his mini stool next to the edge, and begins massaging your shoulders.

“Oh honey you don’t need to do that,” you insist. “I got a massage when I was there…” 

He doesn’t say anything but keeps going. And it’s not until he really finds your sensitive areas that you realize you do, in fact, need this. You sigh contently as he works the particularly troublesome knots in your shoulders, then gently over your neck. His hands, god you miss those hands, feel like heaven. After a few moments of you letting out soft moans, he lathers your expensive ‘for rare occasion’ shampoo and begins slathering it in your hair. With exceptional care, he works his fingers in circles, and you can feel your eyes going cross eyed with the thorough job he’s spoiling you with. Your whole body feels relaxed like a warm sheet of butter folding into a decadent pastry.  You simmer and sink down even lower, indicating you’re incredibly tranquil. 

He still remains silent. You can’t see him as you face the opposite end of the bathroom. Just the two of your breathing falling in sync.

Once finished, he pats you dry with fresh and warm towels, carries you bridal style to your bed.

You think now maybe he’s gotten you ready and pliant so he can rail your back out of place, but instead, he lays you on your side of the bed and tucks you into the sheets.

He tosses his socks and plows into the bed on his side, crawling up to you and putting himself face down into your chest and neck. He takes the biggest, longest breath possible through his nose before letting it out with a satisfied hum. Closing his eyes, Joel allows himself to relax, surrounding himself with you, his hand protectively over your stomach and absent-mindedly swishing back and forth with his thumb.

You giggle, smelling his sweet brown curls and rolling his hair through your fingers. “Did my clingy needy husband miss me?” You tease.

He’s already snoring and drooling into your breasts.

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Joel’s having an out of body experience right now, and he can’t tell if he’s dreaming. There’s a fantastic, tingling, pleasurable feeling dancing along his entire body. He stirs slightly, letting out an audible groan. Something is warm against him, wet and moving, and it feels like a massage from heaven. He can’t exactly piece together what it is, still floating through his subconscious trying to rouse him awake, but still so blissfully relaxed he can’t quite fully awaken yet. He was out so deep last night in your embrace. Surrounded by your presence, your smell, your touch and breath and love and body. 

His lashes flutter open, and the ceiling blur takes shape before him. He’s lying on his back in the bed, with something heavy against his lower half. sounds make their way to his ear, his own rugged gasps getting louder as the sensations more clearly are identified, sending signals of euphoria to his brain. He rasps out, eyes widening, and groggily tilts his chin down to see you; your mouth sloppily taking his hardened cock over and over, slurping the saliva and coating him with your talented tongue. You suck on his tip before working down his massive length, your other hand expertly jerking in rhythm what you can’t fit.

He chokes, still unsure if what he’s seeing and feeling is a dream. He hopes it’s not a dream. 

The sounds from his throat cause you to peer up. A slight warm, loving grin tugging at your lips to make eye contact with him as you give him the morning blow job of his life.

And that does it for him. He yelps, stomach tightening before hot ropes of his seed shoot out of his tip like a canon. You bare down and suction your lips to his pulsing dick, feeling each throb deposit his sticky hot cum into your mouth. You gulp and gulp over and over, not nearly quick enough as his cream overwhelms you and bulges out of your cheeks. Even after you’ve coughed, his cock doesn’t stop, splashing all over your face in ribbons, one after the other, as he lets out drawn out moans, eyes rolled back and head arched into the pillow. He’s seeing stars, ruining your face like a mud mask of his spent. By the time he’s finished, he looks back down to see your slightly shocked expression, mouth agape with cum pouring down your forehead and eyelids, cheeks and chin, back onto his stomach.

He’s struggling to return from cloud nine. Brain hasn’t been this foggy even when high and drunk. He feels like sinking into the mattress and retiring from life.

You finally chuckle at his current state. “You didn’t get off all week did you?” He shakes his head side to side, eyes closed. You crawl up next to him, using his bedside tissues to wipe your face clean.

“I hope you liked it, I couldn’t wait for you to wake up—“

“Quit your job,” he says quietly.

He opens his eyes and rolls over to kiss your forehead and lie on top of you, his body conforming to yours. You feel his face nudged into your neck again as his back relaxes. You give him a confused look.

“I’ll take on extra projects,” he continues plainly. “Work extended nights. Just don’t leave us like that again.”

You cup his face in your hands to look at you. He’s sincere, kissing your palms and rubbing his cheek into your touch like a puppy. 

You can’t help but smile.

“You missed me that much? Thought it was a mini vacation!”

He shakes his head. “It sucked,” he pouts like a child, hugging you tighter.

It was by the 4th night in that Joel realized it.

He prepared his solo meal quietly, served Sarah her mushy food quietly, and sat down at the table quietly. With only her little happy coos here and there, and him blowing on his own meal, he never realized just how quiet everything is without you.

Your chair was empty. Your side of the bed was cold. The house was so vacant without one person that it almost just feels like a building rather than a home. He realized he just gets up, feeds and talks to Sarah and spends time with her, then as soon as she’s in bed, he’s just. Existing. There. With nothing to do. He loved taking care Sarah, but she was pretty self sustaining. She was doing a hell of a lot better than he was. He tried busying himself with housework or TV or construction projects he had been wanting to do, but it all just felt like work. Like everything he did for himself was a chore. 

He didn’t want to do anything if you weren’t there to see him by the end of the day. 

He remembers when he used to thrive when he was living by himself. But he also realized… he hasn’t lived by himself in years. Since before he met you. 

“You know I can’t quit my job, right?”

He grumbles but nods into your breasts.

“And I don’t want you taking on extra projects. I want to see you at the end of the day too. Tell you this: if I get another conference, either my family comes, or I don’t go. Deal?”

“Deal.” He kisses your chest before shimmying his way up your body until he’s fully over top you. “Otherwise I’ll tear your boss a new asshol—“

“Joel.”

“I’m just saying. Everyone wants to keep ya from me—“

“Joel.”

“N’ as your husband and baby daddy, I have a right to say where you put that ass every night and it should be right up against my di—“

“Just kiss me already.”

“Yes Ma’am.” He captures your lips with his hungrily. You feel his knees nudging yours apart, slotting himself perfectly between your bodies. The freshly hardened tip of his cock breaches your entrance, but Joel doesnt even let you gasp. His lips remain sealed on yours.

 He wasn’t going to let you get away that easily again. Not even for a second. 

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The Love Potion

 *Sigh* Here we are, once again. This is the 3rd and FINAL part, hurray! 

 ft: The rest of NRC students

Tw: None, but if I need to add any please inform me!

 A fluff and crack fanfic

The reader is MC and goes by they/them pronouns. The reader is already in a relationship with these characters.

 Characters may or may not be ooc 

Hope you enjoy!

Ace Trappola

Bro really asked Crewel "So, do I have to attend my classes still, or...?" He used you as and excuse to skip classes, and somehow it worked. He brought you back to Heartslabyul with a big grin on his face. When Riddle stopped him and asked why he wasn't at class he just said "I gotta take care of my dear MC here" And Riddle just stormed off to ask a teacher about it. Ace brought you back to his room to hangout and chill since he had the joy of not having to go to classes. He was just casually going through his phone when you plopped your head on his lap. He gave you a quick peck on the lips, well was going to, until you cupped his face and smothered him in kisses. He was a bit taken aback but quickly recovers and a small grin grew on his face. He kisses you a few times all over your face, then returning back to his phone. Lovesick you was a teensy bit upset his phone was getting more attention than you, but you let it slide, for now. Jokes on him, he had 10x more homework than he did before. That's what he gets for using you as an excuse to skip class.

Deuce Spade

Why is he even surprised? It's just more trouble caused by Ace and Grim. He brought you back to his room and went to his classes, before doing so he gave you a peck on the forehead. After all his classes were done he went back to his room and started on his homework. You were wanting his attention so you walked over to behind him and put your arms over his shoulders. "Hm? Do you need something MC?" He raised a brow. "No, just wanted to cuddle" You innocently smiled. "Has anyone ever told you how cute you are? Your smile is brighter than the sun!" You said. Deuce blushed "T-thanks..." He mumbled. Once he was finished with his homework he cuddled you for the rest of the day.

(Deuce deserves more writing and love but I do NOT know what to write)

Cater Diamond

Cater was walking around the halls, scrolling on magicam, his finger gliding across the screen as he scrolled down. He saw some cute pictures of a cafe that had recently opened. Maybe he would take you there sometime-"Cater!!!" A familiar voice interrupted Cater's thoughts. It was Ace, and Grim, and Deuce holding you over his shoulder-Wait...Deuce holding you over his shoulder?!"What'd you freshies do this time?" Cater asked as Deuce put you in Cater's arms, trying to not seem so worried. Then Cater saw the hearts in your eyes, and he immediately knew. "How did you get prefect to drink a love potion??" Cater questioned. "It wasn't our fault! They was the one that drank the water!" Ace defended. Cater looked confused. "It's a long ish story" Grim shrugged. Cater felt a sudden warmth to his cheeks as something cupped his face. "Well, we're gonna go" Grim announced, the three then leaving."Aww, your cheeks are so squishy.." You said with a droopy smile. Cater blushed. "W-well..." "I could take so much pictures of you and show em off. You deserve to be seen my everyone" You cut Cater off. Cater felt the heat on his face grow. Ok, you're a bit good at making him flustered...If you continued he was gonna turn out like Riddle when he's mad."Instead of staying in the hallways we should go back to my room.." Cater mentioned. The time you were under the influence of that love potion Cater took many pictures of you, and some videos too. You was just too cammable! How could he not? Don't worry, he won't post anything without your permission! (The pictures were mainly for him to look back at and smile...)

Jack Howl

His ears twitch at the sound of 3 freshmans voices. "JACKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!" they yelled, to which he simply sighed in return. "What is it this time!? Wait, why does prefect have hearts in their eyes???" Jack was puzzled as Ace quickly gave you to him. "Perfect drank a love potion, which was totally NOT my fault, it was all Grim's," Grim groaned in the backround "So yeah anyways goodluck taking care of them the potion doesn't wear off until tomorrow!!!!" Then he ran of with the other freshman. Jack was confused, to say the least, but alas took you to Savanaclaw.When he walked in he got some strange looks while you was being carried over his shoulder, but simply ignored them as it wasn't a big deal."Jack, Why ya carryin' MC over ya shoulder?" Ruggie questioned as he walked oast Jack."Ace, Grim, and Deuce somehow got them to drink a love potion, so now I gotta be with them" Jack shrugged."Oh, well good luck with that" Ruggie chuckled, then going his own way.Jack had finally let you down after you got to his dorm, then he got started on his homework while he let you hug him from behind. Offly enough, he was much more comfortable this way and it kinda helped him focus.

Soon enough it was 9pm, and he was drowsy, so he went to sleep, ans joined him so he wrapped his arm around you, placing a kiss on your neck.

Floyd Leech

He was walking around the hallways, upset because he hasn't seen his shrimpy all day! Where in the world could they be??? People moved out of his way, noticing he wasn't the happiest at this moment. He then felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around with a frown, which faded away when he saw you. "Aw~ Shrimpy where have you been?" He smiled as he took you from the troublemakers. Meanwhile Ace and Grim were fighting over which one should tell him, but Grim got shoved forward "Nya! No fair! You owe me tuna after this!" Grim angrily said to Ace. Ace rolled his eyes in response "What is it Baby Seal?" Floyd raised a brow. "MC drank a love potion..." Grim said. "Myah! Run!" Grim, Ace, and Duece then ran. Floyd huffed "How do you get in this much trouble so often shrimpy? Whatever, this may be a bit fun" Floyd smiled, then taking you to his room. He was supposed to be at monstro lounge, but Azul wouldn't mind. "Floyd, has anyone mentioned how adorable you are?" You brought up. "Eh?~ Thank you shrimpy, but I'd say you more adorable yourself, ehe~" He said in return with a toothy grin. You two had comments like this for practically all day, and cuddled when the day ended.

Epel Felmeir

Epel was in the Botanical Garden. Why? Probably for something in potions. He had a basket of things for his potions assignment and began to walk back on his merry way but heard a familiar voice.Grim entered the garden as you were being carried by Deuce and Ace. "Epel, MC drank a love potion!!!!" Grim squealed out of breath. "H...huh?! How??? Y'all troublemakers always causin' a problem for MC huh..." Epel saw you, hearts in your eyes, and was worried but also noticed how adorable you was. "Take your partner instead of admiring them all day long, would ya?" Epel put down the basket and took you in his arms, well, more like let you lean against his shoulder as he helped you walk back to pomefiore, but you get the point!Epel let you take a seat, then beginning to work on his homework. You and the other freshman were supposed to all study together today, but because of the love potion you obviously won't be able to.You walked up behind Epel, as you was beginning to get bored, and quite lonely at that, wrapping your arms around him and looking at his homework.You could practically feel the heat radiating off of Epel when you did this, which made you have a small grin.You had seen Epel get stuck on some questions, so you had graciously helped him, to which he thanked you for.Epel said it was starting to get dark and that you should get sleep, and you had gone to the bed, hut said "Hurry up and cuddle with me soon though..." in a drowsy tone, so Epel wrote his letter to his meemaw about this whole thing and you quickly, then cuddling up next to you with a small blush.

Silver

Silver was startled awake from his sleep with a yell. "SILVER!!!!!!!!!" Ace yelled.Silver jumped awake with a questionable look on his face. "Hm? What exactly is it you need, Ace?" Then he saw the look on your face. And your eyes.Silver had heard about a love potion from his father, and from potionoligy, and how anyone who drank one would have hearts in there eyes, and you certainly did."Take your significant other!! I ain't taking care of them all day!" Ace quickly gave you to Silver, then going off with Deuce and Grim.Silver was still a bit drowsy, but he needed to ask Lilia if there was any way to cure this.Silver walked into Diasomnia, you clinging onto his arm."Boo! Oh? Is that your little partner clinging into you?~" Lilia chuckled.Silver didn't have much of a reaction to Lilia's scare, as he was used to it at this point, but nodded his head yes, then saying "They had drank a love potion, considering the look in their eyes. I'm not sure how, but do you know if there's a cure?" "No, there's no cure that I'm aware of, so good luck with your clingy partner" Lilia said, then smiling cheekily.Silver walked off to his room, and you just continued clinging onto him. "Silver, your eyes are so beautiful... I could get lost in them" You smiled. "Being with you doesn't feel real, it feels like a dream" You continued to ramble on.

Silver chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. Your warmth made him get more and more drowsy, causing the two of you to soon fall asleep.

Oh, Lilia will DEFINITELY take a picture of this.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek was on his way to Diasomnia since he had finished all his classes and wanted to check if Malleus was fine, and there he happened to see 3 freshmans and his significant other being carried at the end of the hall. "MC!" Sebek ran to the part of the hall you were at and immediately took you in his arms. It was silent for a moment, then Deuce spoke "MC, somehow," Deuce looked at Grim amd Ace, "drank some of a love potion. Crewel said the effects will only be around for about 24 hours" Ace bit his lip, expected loud enough yelling to make him go deaf, but instead it was silent. So silent you could almost hear crickets as Sebek had a look of confusion, anger, and, most of all, worry.The freshman slowly backed up, then ran away.You played with Sebek's hair, booped his nose, and kissed him so much on the way to Diasomnia Sebek couldn't help but blush. He entered the dorm and continued walking to his room until a Lilia appeared. "Ah? Why's MC here?"Sebek looked frozen. "Those idiot humans somehow got them to drink love potion" Sebek answered, a tinge of sadness in his voice.

Malleus's voice came about "They'll be just fine Sebek, there's no need to worry." Lilia interrupted "That's only if they had a tadge bit. Did they have a tadge bit?" Sebek responded, saying Deuce said it would only last 24 hours according to Crewel. "Excellent! Well get on your merry way then" Lilia chuckled as he went to get tomato juice. "Thank you Waka-sama and Lilia-Sama" Sebek did a half bow and left.Sebek couldn't really focus on his work. No matter how much he wanted to. All the complements, kisses, hugs from behind, everything you did just out him in a different thought process."MC, I need silence and complete focus to work on this homework" Sebek stated. "My soldier, you've been working on that foreverrrr, can't I just get a bit of attention? Please?" You had a look on your face Sebek found hard to say no to. "...Fine, but only for a few minutes!" Sebek slightly frowned, but wasnt the slightest bit upset.Unfortunately, Sebek had fallen asleep in your arms as you brushed his hair with your fingers.

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AHHHH IT'S FINALLY DONE!!!!! IT'S BEEN MONTHSSSSSS BUT I FINALLY FINISHED IT!

Anyways, I hope you lovelies enjoyed! I will be writing more every so often, but I got this for now!

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Cold

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Reader

Warnings: Angst, few tears, fluff

Word Count: 2.3K-ish

Summary: You went out on a hunt alone…again. When you arrive back home at the bunker, Dean is waiting for you and he is NOT pleased with your reckless behavior.

A/N: This is my first fic post follower celebration. Hope everyone is well, haven’t really talked to a lot of you lately but it’s ok, I get it’s a busy time of year. You can check out my Dean Winchester masterlist HERE

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

He was furious with you.

You had returned to the bunker, cold, dirty, covered in blood, and your favorite jacket was now shredded into ribbons.

It’s not like you had never gone out on a hunt before. Hunting was your whole life, you didn’t know anything else, and you were good at it, but Dean didn’t like when you would take off by yourself. He wanted to be there, to fight by your side but mostly he wanted to make sure you didn’t get hurt which you thought was actually kind of sweet.

What are friends for, right?

You have always been very impulsive when it came to hunting, never quite thinking things all the way through and definitely not thinking about the consequences of your actions or what could happen to the people around you because of your recklessness.

Dean stood in front of you with his arms folded tightly across his chest, his lips pressed firmly together in a straight line, and his sage green eyes burning a hole in what was left of your clothes after the werewolf attack.

You waited impatiently for the silence to be broken by his deep booming voice.

“You could have died tonight, ya know! You don’t think at all before you do these kinda things, do you, y/n!” He yelled.

You yelled back, “Oh and you always think things through?!! What does it matter if I don’t?! They needed my help, Dean! What was I supposed to do? Call and wait for you or Sam to get there while the werewolf tears them apart?! I couldn’t do that!”

Dean pressed the palm of his hand to his forehead in frustration. He furiously shut his eyes and clenched his teeth before he spoke again. You could practically feel the anger and disappointment coming off of his body, the tension in the room felt heavy and thick, and while you wouldn’t have done anything differently, you could understand why he was so upset with you.

The blood wasn’t yours, well, not all of it anyway. The werewolf had scratched through your jacket and lightly scratched the skin on your back. You were lucky that you were wearing layers.

“Are you hurt?” He asked.

His voice was a little softer but still full of anger.

Wincing slightly, you replied, “I have a scratch on my back but I don’t think it’s bad.”

Dean walked toward you, around to your backside and lifted what was left of your jacket out of the way to look at your back. He grunted and growled before covering your back again.

“And it does matter. YOU mat—!” He paused and regained his composure. “One of these days, your impulsiveness is going to get you killed and I’m not gonna be able to stop it. I can’t watch you die, y/n. I won’t do it.” Growled Dean, pointing a finger at you.

He stormed off toward his room. The loud slam from the door scared you and you jumped slightly as a tear streaked down your cheek.

You felt awful that your actions made him that angry.

You took an extra-long shower, letting every hot water droplet pelt aggressively against your skin, and making sure you cleaned the wound on your back as best you could. With your body wrapped in a towel, you wiped the condensation off of the bathroom mirror and just stared at your freshly clean face for a minute.

After your hunter parents died, leaving you all alone in the world, you were angry at them for leaving you and at times it was difficult without them around. At first, you had a hard time feeling anything, you were empty inside. You didn’t feel happy, sad, or indifferent…but you really wanted to feel something again and not be so…robotic.

But then you met Dean and Sam and suddenly you weren’t alone anymore but you still hunted like you had nothing to lose, nothing to live for, and fighting like it was your last day. The boys had awakened your heart, especially Dean. You didn’t feel vacant or hollow because you were part of a family again.

Maybe the reason why Dean was so upset with you was because he really cared about you but did he care about you in a way more than friendship? You had never really thought about him in that way, with the exception of the first time you saw him. You thought he was very handsome and when he smiled at you,it gave you butterflies in your stomach. But from then on, it was just nice to have a really good friend again.

After dressing your wound, you wandered around the bunker and made your way to the kitchen. You and Dean had something in common where hunting made you quite hungry.

You could see a dim light coming from the kitchen. Rushing in thinking Dean was there, you were surprised and slightly disappointed that it was just Sam, sitting at the table, having a beer.

“Oh! Hey, Sam.” You said with a slight smile.

“Hey, y/n. You ok? Dean told me what happened.” He said in a concerned tone.

You nodded.

“I’m ok. It’s just a scratch.” You said as you poured a beer into a glass.

There was a long pause before Sam asked, “Y/n, you know why Dean was so upset with you, don’t you?”

Taking a swig from your glass, you mockingly replied, “I know, I know, I shouldn’t go on hunts alone. I am very capable of taking care of myself, Sam.”

“Like you did tonight? Neither one of us wants you to gett hurt, y/n.” Sam said in a scolding tone.

You knew Sam was right. It was just hard for you to shake that impulsive behavior.

“I know you guys are right. I don’t think before I act a lot of the time and I was alone for a long time before I met you and Dean, sometimes I just forget I have friends that…care about me.” You said, shyly.

Sam took a sip of his beer.

“We do, y/n. We care about you a lot and we’re always here to help you.” He said with a warm smile.

“I’m sorry, Sam. I’ll do better, I swear.” You said.

Sam got up and gave you a tight hug, being careful not to touch the scratches on your back.

“I’m not the only one you need to apologize to.” He said, breaking the embrace and kissing the top of your head.

You nodded.

Before he walked out of the kitchen, he turned to face you and said with a slight smile, “Oh, when Dean came out of his room to get a beer, he made you a sandwich…your favorite, roast beef with horseradish. He knew you’d be hungry after your hunt. You two really are a lot alike. G’night, y/n.”

You let out a little chuckle before replying, “G’night, Sam.”

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After your midnight snack, all you could do was stare at the ceiling while the pillow softly cradled your head and you were chilled to the bone. You tried to get warm but nothing was working. Socks, extra blankets, none of it helped. Wide awake, all you could hear in your head was Dean’s angry, gravelly voice as you continued to toss and turn, unable to fall asleep.

He was all you could think about. Everything felt different but not in a bad way. The fact that Dean was always very protective of you, concerned about going off by yourself, doing hunts alone…it all made your heart beat rapidly inside your chest, your cheeks felt warm, and goosebumps erupted across your skin.

And even though it was a small gesture, even though he was still very angry with you, Dean knew you would be hungry so he fixed you something to eat anyway. It took you by surprise when Sam told you that and thinking back on it now, it wasn’t the first time he had done something like that.

Maybe you were having trouble sleeping because you needed to apologize to him now.

You rolled over to one side to glance at the time. Your phone said 1:30 AM and you knew Dean would be an absolute bear if you woke him up but maybe he wasn’t asleep either.

There was only one way to find out.

Without even grabbing a sweatshirt, you jumped out of bed and walked down the hall toward Dean’s room. Your teeth were chattering, your knees were shaking, and you were completely petrified of what his reaction would be to you barging into his room in the middle of the night.

The dim warm light overhead made it easier to find the doorknob. Slowly and as quietly as you possibly could, you turned the doorknob and opened Dean’s bedroom door.

You whispered his name.

“You awake? Dean?” You said.

“Well I’m not sleepin’, that’s for sure.” Said Dean, lying face down on his bed. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

Standing in the doorway and with your arms wrapped around your body, you tried to warm yourself. Through the crack in the doorway, the light shined on his face as he lifted his head to turn to look at you. Trying to get used to the light, Dean squinted and looked over at you.

“I-I just couldn’t sleep. I’m—I’m c-cold too.” You said, nervously.

Dean sat up and flicked on his bedside lamp as you gently closed his bedroom door behind you. The hair on one side of his head was slightly tousled, and he blinked rapidly as soon as he turned the light on.

“You’re the one with a million blankets on her bed, how can you still be cold?” He asked.

Dean’s expression was distant, the bite in his voice was like a hiss from a dying fire, and his body looked stiff with disappointment. He was still very angry with you.

“I’m sorry!” You blurted out. “I’m so sorry, Dean.”

His shoulders relaxed and his expression softened.

You were shaking uncontrollably now, using his door to brace yourself or else you might fall over. Dean jumped out of bed, hurried over to you and grabbed your hand before you collapsed onto the floor.

Pulling you flush to his chest, Dean whispered against your hair, “Hey, hey, ssshh, sshhh, it’s ok sweetheart. You’re safe now and that’s all that matters to me. Come on, sit down.”

The lines around his eyes crinkled as he gave you a slight smile. Dean ushered you over to his bed, wrapped a blanket around you and sat down next to you.

Your tears spilled over and streaked down your cheeks.

“You and Sam are all I have. I know I have to be more careful, I have to be better at not rushing into things and making dangerous decisions. And I know you wouldn’t have gotten so angry if you didn’t care about me.” You said, placing your head on his shoulder.

“I ran into Sammy in the kitchen after my shower. He reiterated, like you said, that I can’t keep acting reckless like I have been.” You said, softly.

Dean turned his head to look down at you and replied, “I know that’s the life, but I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you. He didn’t tell you anything else, did he?”

You cracked a slight smile.

“Oh he told me you made me a sandwich because you knew I’d be hungry and that we’re a lot alike.” You said, looking down at the floor. “Why? Was he supposed to tell me something else?” You asked.

“I love you.” Dean blurted out.

You picked your head up off of his shoulder and looked into his soft green eyes and replied, “Well, he definitely didn’t tell me that.”

Your teeth started to chatter again as a restless shiver ran down your spine. Dean tried to warm you up by rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

“I’ve loved you for a long time so I’m begging you to please think before you act. Between the two of us, we’ve lost enough, haven’t we?” Said Dean.

Stumbling a little over your words, you replied, “I—well, I-it’s just not something I hear every day, Dean. I don’t wanna lose you either.”

Dean cupped your cheeks, closed the gap between your bodies, and tenderly pressed his lips to yours. His hands felt warm against your face, your body stopped shaking, and you melted into his kiss.

His tongue swept your lower lip as he removed the blanket from around your shoulders, pulled you into his lap and his body molded perfectly to yours like he was your missing piece.

“I love you too. I promise I’ll be more careful.” You said, gently rubbing the fabric of his t-shirt in between your fingers.

“And I’ll make sure to tell you I love you every day, so you don’t forget.” Said Dean with a wink.

Heat spread across your cheeks as you tried to shy away from him so he didn’t see you blushing but he captured your lips again in a gentle kiss. You definitely weren’t cold anymore as his body heat warmed you from head to toe.

“Thank you for my sandwich.” You said with a warm smile.

Dean laughed before replying, “You’re welcome, sweetheart. Still cold?”

“Only a little.” You said.

With his mouth tipped up in a half smile, Dean said. “Get into bed. I’ll keep you warm.”

He held you close that night as you listened to his melodic heartbeat against your ear. It was a soft rhythmic lullaby that was soothing as it washed away all of your stress.

Dean Winchester saved you from becoming a mindless killing machine that was cold and soulless. Just when you thought you would never feel anything ever again, he warmed your heart that had been left broken and bitter by the death of your parents.

He would always bring you back and he would never leave you to shiver in the cold again.

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Medwhump May 2024

Day 6 - Doctor turned patient

Kinda a continuation of Day 2

TW: Fetch being Fetch honestly— Ok serious TW: minor whumpee (16), whumper turned whumpee -ish, verbal abuse, tobacco (mentioned)

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Fetch still liked to call himself a doctor. Not having a license was merely a technicality and didn't take away from the fact that he spent years studying all the ins and outs of human anatomy. And do you know that saying how doctors make the worst patients? — Well, Fetch was definitely still a doctor in that regard.

Erick was pretty much fed up the moment they made it home. Fetch had somehow survived two hours without treatment after being shot in the thigh and bleeding from his artery past a badly-placed tourniquet, and he seemed determined to make that everyone's problem. And specifically Erick's, since he was the only one around after Tito's men helped them get home.

With his leg injured, Fetch was unable to stand without help, and was pretty much confined to bed, having to rely on Erick to get his needs met, yet he was acting like he wasn't almost completely reliant on the teen. Telling him off when he didn't respond fast enough, complaining about his wound care, and generally just having no manners at all.

"What took you so long?" Fetch snapped when Erick walked in with the coffee he requested.

Erick stopped in the door opening, throwing Fetch a look.

"I didn't take that long," he said, "if you're going to be so ungrateful I could also just stop making coffee for you altogether."

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Fetch asked.

"I know, I know, attitude," Erick said, "what are you going to do about it? You can't even stand without my help."

"Get over here," Fetch ordered, but Erick didn't move.

"No."

"The fuck you mean, no?" Fetch asked, "get your ungrateful lil ass over here or—"

"I'm ungrateful?" Erick asked, appalled, "I saved your life! If I hadn't called Mr Rana when you passed out—"

"Oh yeah, wow, you made one phone call," Fetch said sarcastically, "what do you want? A sticker?"

"How about a "thank you?"" Erick said, "you haven't thanked me even once since I drove you to the middle of nowhere, cleaned your blood out from the van, I make you food and drinks, I help you get to the bathroom, and I've been dressing your wound!"

"So what? Do you want me to start listing everything I've done for you?" Fetch said, "because that's a significantly longer list!"

"And how many things on that list have I thanked you for?" Erick countered, "every. Single. One of them! I let you order me around to try and make up for it too, but I've had it! Make your own fucking coffee if I'm too slow."

"Erick—"

SLAM!

Honestly, he didn't mean to close the door that hard, but it seemed like a good closing argument at the time. Especially when Fetch started yelling at him through the door.

"Erick when I get out of this bed you're dead! You hear me? ERICK!"

Erick ignored him, heading back into the kitchen and pouring some milk into the coffee so he could drink it himself. In hindsight he probably shouldn't have stormed out, but on the other hand, it was probably safer to wait until Fetch had cooled down first. He almost hurried back when he heard a distinct thud coming from the bedroom, but he didn't even need to convince himself to stop as Fetch immediately began cussing at him. As if it was his fault that he tried to get out of bed without help.

After he finished the coffee, he looked at the pile of dishes in the sink and decided to start cleaning those to pass the time. He had half a mind to just go for a walk, but that might just cause Fetch to get even angrier instead of calming down like he hoped he would.

After finishing the dishes, he listened for any more yelling, but it seemed Fetch had at least settled down a bit. Erick sighed, taking a moment to gather some courage before going to check on him. He tried to approach the door to the bedroom quietly, but the floor had the annoying tendency to creak under his weight at the worst moments.

"Erick!" Fetch immediatelly snapped from the other side of the door, "open this goddamn door! If you think I'm going to shout any apologies through a door you'll have another thing coming!"

Erick rolled his eyes, before pushing the door open. Unsurprisingly, Fetch was lying next to his bed, half trying to sit up on his good leg.

"About time," he said, "help me up."

Erick didn't move, nor did he respond. Fetch glared daggers at him.

"Help me up, please." he said through gritted teeth.

Erick strongly suspected he could get hurt, but not helping him up after he so painstakingly said "please" would just be plain mean. He nodded, stepping further into the room and carefully helping Fetch up, letting him lean on him so he could get high enough to drop himself back onto the bed. So far so good, until Fetch kicked at him with his good leg.

"Ow! That's your thanks?"

"Shut the hell up," Fetch said, "you have no right—"

"I'm doing the best I can!" Erick said, "Is it too much to ask for a little patience? It's not like you have other places to be."

"It'd be easier to be a little more patient if you would get me my goddamn smokes," Fetch grumbled.

"I'm sixteen! Who in his right mind would sell me cigarettes?" Erick said, "just hang in there for one more week and then you can try walking to the corner store to buy them yourself."

"For fuck's sake— Just stop talking back and get me that coffee. Please."

"I'll make you a fresh pot," Erick said, "if you can survive the wait."

"Fuck off, Erick!"

"Actually, I just remembered we're out of coffee," Erick said, "so I'll have to walk to the corner store and buy some first. Do you need to use the bathroom before I go?"

"...Fine."

"That's too bad then," Erick said, stepping out of the room again.

"God dammit— When I get out of this bed I'll—"

"I know, I know, you'll kill me," Erick said, finding Fetch's wallet on the kitchen table and taking some money out, "do we need anything else while I'm going to the store anyway?"

"...The first-aid kit can probably use a refill by now," Fetch replied.

Erick could tell he was seething, but there was nothing he could do in this state, and Erick caught himself enjoying it. He would probably come to regret it once Fetch had the strength to punish him again, but for now...for now he might as well enjoy it.

"I promise I'll be right back, okay? Please don't try to get up on your own again," he said, pausing in the doorway again on his way out.

"I hope you get run over," Fetch said.

"Sure you do," Erick said sarcastically, before taking off.

Erick finally gets a little bit of retribution, as a treat.

Yes this will catch up to him later, but for now we can all enjoy it :)

I was gonna include a whole bit of Erick changing his dressing too, but idk it felt a bit too intimate and that's NOT the kind of relationship they have and it felt super awkward so I decided against it. Maybe some other time, idk.

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[fieldofsecretss]

Never too much love-D.M

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!reader

Warnings: foul language, light homophobia, crying

Requested?: no, this one is very self indulgent sorry

Summary: Consider this me coming out as Bisexual...surprise..! Anyway just read it for god’s sake❤️

A/n: this was very therapeutic for me to write, just to get out pent up emotions and just say it out loud, or write it out loud hehe.

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Hot silent tears danced their way down your cheeks, leaving a black-ish trail of mascara under your eyes. You were tense.. your shoulders trembled and rattled through every deep breath you took, you were almost dizzy while you briskly walked. You were headed to the only place you felt safe. The only place you felt the most accepted and cared for, Draco’s dorm.

The walk there was long and risky, filch could catch you at any moment, it was a 50/50 chance. You were bound to get there though, because this couldn’t wait. You could’ve waited until the next morning, but you hoped the icy air in the hallways could calm you down a bit, which it did to a certain degree. Finally nearing his door your breath mellows out a little bit while you sniffled through the fast tears. You know the moment you see him everything is going to come rushing back to you again, but for now you find an eye in the storm. When you lift your gaze from your shoes you were right in front of the dark wooden door you were oh so familiar with.

Taking a big breath, you lifted you fist and knocked four times-for good measure. No matter how many times you’ve been there doing the exact same thing, this time it felt extra loud as your knocks echoed in the airy building. You heard shuffling from the other side, you lifted your hand and focused on your knuckles, feeling yourself starting to drift into your own mind. Before you venture too far into your own mind, the hinge of the door opened, bringing you back as you gaze upon those beautiful metallic eyes of his.

He immediately absorbs your appearance. Each emotion of concern, worry and shock spread across his features.

“Love, what’s wrong? Are you alright? What are you doing here this late, you could’ve gotten spotted”

Each question of his whirls past you, overwhelming you and simultaneously easing the ache in your bones just by hearing his deep voice.

You immediately tackle him into a hug, nuzzling your face into his casually clad chest. A white t-shirt he opted to wear for the night.

His body reacts faster than his brain as he expands his large over your back, protecting you from what seems to be bothering you. The deep rumble in his chest indicates he’s starting up his interrogation again.

“Sweetheart, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?” His voice firm yet gentle.

“I-I’m fine, I just-well..” your voice slightly muffled by his shirt but his attentive ear catches them.

“Come on, let’s get you inside, yeah?”

“Yeah ok..”

He slightly breaks the embrace to gently lead you into the familiar second ‘home’ and leads you to sit down onto his tightly made bed.

Still holding onto your shoulders he sits you down onto the dark green covers of his bed, he leans his body closer to yours, meeting your eyes as he ducks his head a little to be in eye level. He scans your face, the worry evident and unmoving. Yet he waits for your words..

“I have no idea where to start, dray”

“And that’s okay, take a deep breath and relax. Can you tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He asks softly, almost uncharacteristically softly.

At the moment you just think of how gentle he is with you, how he is the rock in your life.

“I’m thinking of you…a-and how gentle and loving you are towards me” the tears now again making their appearance known by rolling down your cheeks. But this time his ring clad hand catches the tears before they fall.

“I-I came over because I need you Draco...I needed my Draco because I don’t-.” your breath catches in your throat as you fight the lump resting there “because I don’t have anyone else I can tell this to”

His hands found yours. He nods along with your words. Really absorbing every word that leaves your plump lips.

“Okay baby. You know I’m always here for you and I’m glad you can trust me this much, whatever it is you can tell me”

“I know” you say giving him a watery smile. He waits patiently for you to begin to talk again, anticipating every word. You take a deep breath and sigh.

“I just couldn’t hold the weight of this anymore, dray. It’s too heavy for me”

“What weight, love?” He asks as he feel his heart starting to sink

“Me being...” you pause, the word catching on your tongue. This was it. The moment that had driven you mad. Made you feel like a freak. The real reason you felt like an outcast, and outsider. The truth you’ve been harboring for years. You had suppressed it, not realizing until you got older and your brain got more developed, you’ve run from it but now your legs were tired. The fear that held its grip on you was about to unclench now, with him..your Draco.

“I’m bi-bisexual, Draco”

The words hang in the air, the world felt as it zoomed in on the two of you.

“Oh sweetheart…I’m so proud of you. I love you, thank you for telling me”

“Oh Dray, I love you too and I don’t want you to think that I’m not committed to you or-“ he cuts you off mid ramble.

“No Sh sh sh, love I wasn’t thinking that”

“Okay” you replied.

There’s a beat while you two process what had been said, so you continued to explain what lead you to come out to him.

“So I’ve been dealing with this for a long time...I-it’s just..it’s been heavy on my mind lately and was getting too much to hold in”

He nods, acknowledging how vulnerable you are this very moment.

“Tonight it just bubbled up and eventually spilled over I guess..” he hangs onto every word you say.

“I received a letter tonight and I snuck out to see you because my parents...they-“ you feel yourself begin to choke up as you think of their harsh words.

“Breathe y/n, it’s okay you got this” he comforts.

“They said some really nasty things about gay people and I had to pretend it didn’t affect me at all, but when I was alone and read the letter and those things they said I just broke down, I just lost it” tears run down your face in a fast pace, your hand begin to shake in pent up anger, sadness and pain

His grip on your hands became firmer, he grounded you, encouraging you. He leaned his forehead against yours, brushing his beautiful nose against yours in a loving gesture.

“My beautiful girl, so strong..I’m so incredibly proud of you. And I’m so sorry your parents are pricks”

“But that’s the thing Draco, you’ve met them and they aren’t necessarily bad people but-“

“They are idiots”

“Yeah…you’re right..they are.”

Draco now feeling more protective of you than ever says,

“How dare they make my sweet girl feel this way, huh? Wait until my father hear about this shit” he looks into your sad eyes.

“You’re perfect to me, if being bi is who you are, then it’s who you are, love”

You give him a little smile which he reciprocates happily. You were convinced he was an angel sent down to you. How divine it was having someone loving you for you.

“Thank you Draco, I love you”

“Of course, I love you too y/n”

You give each other a shy eyes, he starts to lean in before stopping close enough for you to feel his minty breath on your lips.

“This okay..?” He ask for your permission

“Always, dray” you breathe out and your lips connects in a bruising, loving and emotional kiss..

And then it was sealed...

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Got lazy in the end I’m so sorry if this sucked!!

[samaraxmorgan]

Hello it is me, the Yap Anon but in my true form, before I yapped again I drew some eyes and i wanted to share them because I think the colors are cool.

NOW TIME TO YAP, OK SO I KNOW I KEEP GIVING YOU LIKE SUGGESTIVE-ISH IDEAS SO YOU GET AN ANGSTY ONE, SO WHAT IF HEAR ME OUT HERE, WE COME HOME FROM A LONG DAY AT WORK TO FIND SUKUNA OPENING THE DOOR AND WE LOOK AT EACH OTHER BEFORE SUKUNA SAYS 'Where the hell have you been?!' WHICH SHOCKS US BEFORE WE REPLY SOMETHING ALONG THE LINES OF 'Work' AND SUKUNA MUMBLES SOMETHING UNDER HIS BREATH ABOUT OUR JOB WORKING US TO DEATH AND HE TAKES OUR HAND (How scandalous) AND BRINGS US INSIDE SETTING US ON THE COUCH BEFORE SCOLDING US FOR NOT TEXTING HIM WHERE WE WERE AND WE RESPOND WITH SOMETHING LIKE 'Why would you care' OR 'it's not like you'd notice or care' WHICH MAKES SUKUNA MAD SO HE GRABS OUR FACE AND MAKES US LOOK INTO HIS EYES WHILE HE SAYS 'I do care, no matter how much it seems I don't I care, please, don't worry me like that again' AND WE'RE JUST SPEECHLESS BECAUSE WTF SUKUNA CARES ABOUT US AND WE GAWK AT HIM BEFORE COMPOSING OURSELVES AND HUG, PLUS SNUGGLING AS A TREAT BECAUSE :3

IM SORRY I KNOW THIS IS STRUNG TOGETHER HORRIBLLY BUT I THINK IT'S SUCH A FUN IDEA FOR SOME SILLY ANGST, I'M SORRY IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT.

REMEMBER HAVE AN AMAZING DAY/NIGHT :DDDD

HELLO BABE GOOD TO SEE U AGAINNNNN!!! True form I LOVE THAT FOR YOUUUU <3 and I loveeeee the drawings they look SO COOL!! The colors are so nice I love it!!

AAAAAA HIM BEING SO LOWKEY POSSESSIVEEEEE!!!!! SOOOO I have a very similar thing coming in a part soon!!!! We’re out in the city with him and we lose our phone and he spends HOURS trying to find us hehehehe :) he’s so MAD when he finally tracks us down but it’s just because he was worried fucking sickkkkkk

Ugh the idea of him shit talking our job I love it askalakk <3 I used to work at a place that treated me like SHIT and I knowwww he would fucking storm in there and curse my old boss out!!! King!!! And also I bet he HATES us having to stay late and work overtime because he’s always secretly staying up waiting for us to get home, both bc he wants to spend more time with us but also because he wants to make sure we’re safe!! I bet after something like this he would ~casually~ suggest downloading Life 360 ASKAKKAKS

God I know he was pacing around the apartment constantly checking the time watching as we were supposed to be home at one time but then an hour goes by, and another, and ANOTHER and he’s losing his MIND thinking something happened to us. I’m not gonna get too into it bc I don’t wanna spoil BUT I have his backstory planned out and let’s just say… he’s not exactly accustomed to regular every day jobs and he’s also VERY afraid of losing the people he cares about. So the first time we stay late at work he’s in a full PANIC

He doesn’t mean to lash out, but he tends to show fear through anger. We think he’s being over dramatic, unreasonable, but he’s got past trauma that we’re not aware of; and believe me he IS relieved that we’re okay, but his emotions are running HIGH and he’s having a hard time keeping them contained.

And when we ask him why he would care he’s stunned into silence. His mind is running, because how could we POSSIBLY think he doesn’t care? How bad has he been with showing us how important we are to him? Do we really think he doesn’t value us? He’s always been a firm believer that actions speak louder than words, but for once he realizes that he’s gonna need to communicate verbally, as much as it kills him to do so.

He’s not exactly graceful with his words, but we can tell that he’s TRYING. His hands cupping our cheeks to keep our gaze locked on his and the look in his eyes is so serious, so genuine. He DOES worry about us, he DOES care for us, and he tries so hard to hide it because he hates being vulnerable, but for us it’s worth it <3 We give him a hug and he squeezes us a little too tight that it hurts, he waits a little too long to let go, his fingers linger a little too much on our skin, and the look he gives us is a little too close to lovestruck, but how could we be sure?

And I got a LITTLE TOO carried away ASSKAKAK ANYWAYYYY!!!! If u couldn’t tell I LOVED this idea hehe

I hope you have a wonderful day :) !!!!

[literaryslapshot]

nate mac dated her for a couple months but his diet pissed her off and it wasn’t that serious anyway. then she’s late and she takes a test and it’s a false negative and she’s like oh chill and the. she misses her next one but doesn’t really freak cause her period has always been irregular. she goes to her doctor and they’re like congrats ur like 10 weeks. she’s like ok i’ll just put it up for adoption. then fast forward she’s like 8 months and walking around denver and decides to get some fast food. and who does she run into? nate mac. this was after ish they lost in 20XX and he was being a pissy baby. hypothetically (don’t sue me nate mac) he breaks the diet and goes to whatever fast food places you guys have in denver. he sees her pregnant, grabbing a ton of chicken sandwiches and they just kinda stop and stare at each other and it’s v awks

this. yes. this is it.

they dated for just a couple months right before season started, and she had heard rumors going all around town that he always does this, dates a girl for a few good fucks and then ditches her right when season starts- lo and behold that's what happened. so when she missed her period, she honestly didn't care to tell him. she could have cared less because he obviously cared less about her. she considered all of the options, but ultimately she wasn't going to let the circumstances of how she got pregnant define how she was going to bring this child into the world. just because the man who got her pregnant didn't care, doesn't mean that she did. she was going to love and care for the child. once her mind was made up she put everything into motion; she took the mom classes, read the books, bought the baby clothes and essentials and before she knows it she is a little shy of five weeks of her due date. she has friends around her to help, but nobody there 24/7. it's just her and the little baby kicking up a storm inside her womb. a baby that she loves dearly, even when she makes drives to the burger king down the street for a large fry and a milkshake. she almost turns around though, when she sees a blacked out range rover sitting in the parking lot. what are the odds? she thinks to herself, while she walks in and orders her midnight cravings. he sits in the booth and watches her walk in from the back, and he nearly meets his maker then and there when she realizes it's her- it's her and she's pregnant and she's here. nate stays seated, though. watches her sit across from him, and it's when she looks up that she makes eye contact with him directly. she wants to throw up...but also yell, scream, and cuss him out. and cry. he asks the question "...so, is it mine?" because from the timeline he formed in his head...and from the way she looks now...it very well could be. "and you care why?" she spits back. she immediately looks him up and down, he's dressed in a suit still. he must have gotten back from his game in vegas (despite hating him with every cell in her body, she still keeps track of the team. she's pleased to see that they're at the bottom of the league). her fries and shake are brought to her and she gets up to leave. he says a few things to her, but she tuned them out. but right as she was walking out of the burger king she had to get just one last word in, because lord knows when she's gonna see him again. "yes, it is yours. i'm not a whore like you are."

[dazzasarchives]

So I have recently decided to go about and read Marvel Comics in some form of chronological order. ( I'll leave a link to the website I'm using to undertake this task at the bottom.) I will also give my thoughts as an amateur comic enthusiast, on the comics that I have here as well as hopefully some helpful information. Speaking of helpful information before I continue I'll also state that the Marvel Universe timeline is on a sliding timescale, so some historical mentions and references should be viewed differently such as the name of the President of the United States and so on. Also the timeline is roughly that every ten ish years of comic publication could be deemed as a year within the Marvel Universe. Of course there's exceptions, there's always exceptions. Anyway I've decided to start with the Silver Age, which for a long time has been the birthplace of the main Marvel 616 Universe. With starting with the Silver Age then that Means that we start with the very first Fantastic Four Comic.

The comic stars the "First Family" of Marvel comics, The Fantastic Four. Which act as the first team and first four heroes introduced to us the readers. Despite that canonically there are other heroes within this world from ages past. The Fantastic Four consists of Four members, Mister Fantastic ( Reed Richards), Invisible Girl ( Susan "Sue" Storm ), The Human Torch ( Jonathan "Johnny" Storm ), and The Thing ( Benjamin "Ben" Grimm ). It is written by Stan Lee ,and penciled by Jack Kirby.

The comic starts off showing us our heroes using their newly acquired powers before showing us their origins. Which we find out was caused by them going into space and then being blasted by cosmic rays. Though this does have some slight changes later on due to the sliding timescale. Their spacecraft ends up crashing and the Four members land safely although they do have a freak out over their new abilities. I mean hey so would I if I caught on fire and could fly or turn invisible. Anyway the group is then forever changed, they also give themselves their superhero names, which reminds me of when I was in college and had everyone call me Smurf because my hair was blue and I didn't want to be called Sonic and have to run around everywhere. Right sorry back to the story, after this the Fantastic Four is born.

Anyway later on the Fantastic Four hear of these massive sinkholes that have been dragging items underground. There's also these massive creatures that come from the massive sinkholes and terrorize the surface world. Well we come to find out that all of this, is the devious plan of the Mole Man ( Harvey Elder ). I also have the names of his monsters, I love that Marvel Fandom wiki included these guys. We have Giganto, Tricephalous, and Rock Monster Guardian ( Ugu ). We also get a brief backstory of the Mole Man. Essentially he got made fun of a lot and then went cave exploring before being trapped in the caves, just goes to show don't make fun of people. Anywho, The way the Mole Man is defeated is very anticlimactic Reed and the Mole Man face of in a stick fight, but then Reed just picks him up and carries him away.

But then even after Reed grabs onto him as the tunnels begin collapsing around them, Reed let's go of the Mole Man, so he still got away in the end. That's really it for the first issue.

Alright let's talk about the characters of this story, sorry Ugu that doesn't mean you, first let's start with our main man himself Reed Richards.

I don't mind him all that much in this comic, I know personally I have never been the biggest fan of the Mister Fantastic or the Fantastic Four in general but in this issue he's ok, I don't mind him, but I definitely do not believe that he is the smartest man in the world.

Anyway on to our second hero, the Invisible Girl.

What can I say about Sue Storm. She turns invisible I guess. I'm so glad I have future comic knowledge of her otherwise I'd ask what the point of her character is, granted I am aware this comic came out in 1961, so they weren't really sitting at a table discussing to themselves, how can we make the Invisible Girl cool? As of right now she's not my favorite character,but I can't wait for that to change because I know it will.

Now for the hothead himself, the Human Torch.

When I was younger I loved the Human Torch, which yeah that's his role he's basically the younger groups character, the one they can associate with. I'm older now and honestly I can't really stand Johnny. Again like his sister I know this will change in the future, I just get annoyed with him, though on a good note I think he's at least the second strongest member as of right now.

Now for the strongest member of the Fantastic Four, The Thing.

Honestly I love the Thing, he's big, he's sassy, and I can't help but feel bad for him. He's essentially the joke of the group but he's super strong, I just feel bad because everyone sees him as a monster but not me no siree, I like my big pile of orange rocks. So far he's my favorite member he has the most use, and is definitely without a doubt the strongest member.

Now for our Antagonist the Mole Man.

What can I say about the Mole Man. Honestly a weak first villain. He doesn't do much, gets beaten in a stick fight and then just slips away. I'm amazed that he's become a mainstay in comics and is still a villain in recent issues.

Anyway that's me talking about the Fantastic Four Series 1 Issue 1. It was an ok start to the Marvel Universe I can't wait to see where it goes from here, until next time. Excelsior!

The site I've been using to read Marvel comics chronologically:

Also the art depicted on this post is not mine and does belong to Marvel Comics. I'm not that good of an artist to turn an arm into a lasso

Also if you would like to continue the story in Chronological Order follow this link:

[twig-gy]

okay here’s spring and a storm or, so i called it, ‘kasi en telo’ which is just plants and water ok cool yay yippee

gonna put a > next to toki Inli and >> next to notes. * is next to intended literal translation back to english

if this is bad i . okay i did this like months ago please don’t kill me

tenpo pini la mi

* in the context of the finished time [usually the past], i

> One time, I tried to sing

lukin toki e kasi e telo sewi

* attempted to talk of plants and high water

> About spring and a storm, but you know how it goes

>> ‘technically works, sounds bad’: i think this has to do with the weird syllable count ?

toki ale li suli ala

* all word(s) (were/are) not big/important

> blah xhowever many times it was idc

a a a

> All along

>> IT’S AN INTENSIFIER IT’S FINE IT WORKS I’M FINE :)

o kute e kalama mi

* [command] listen to my noises

> Won't you please stop complaining?

o toki ala

* [command] do not speak

> I’m playin’ a song

>> the order is kinda reversed here

telo sewi li sike

* high water circles/cycles

> All the rain comes down the same

ni li kama tan sewi

* this arrives from (the) high (place)

> Falling to from where it came

li tawa anpa li tawa sewi sike

* (it) moves downward (and) moves upward cyclically/circling-ly

> On the ground then back around up into the sky

telo li kama tan sewi la

* in the context of water arriving from the sky,

> I wish you could've heard the music

ni li kalama pona

* this sound is good

> When the clouds growled over head

sina kute e ni la sina

* in the context of you listening to it, you

> I finally felt enthusiastic

pilin pona mute

* felt very good

> I finally felt alive

mi kute la mi pilin pona

* in the context of me listening to it i felt good

> blah xwhatever

>> i love getting to abuse this section for syllables it’s SO FUN!!!!!!!! although maybe that blah section was necessary to contextualize what comes next [bullets of sweat run down my face like i’m an anime character] anywayyyyyyy hahahaaa

tan ni la

* in the context of this reason,

> So you said

"sina wile e seme?" li toki sina

* “your wants/needs are what?” were/are your words

> Would it please you to listen to thunder instead?

>> i did a lot of tooling with this one the syllable count hated mee

telo sewi li lon li

* high water exists (and)

> When the rain came down that day

weka e kon pona mi

* got rid of my good spirit

> And it drained my soul away

la ona li toki e ni lon poka mi

* in the context of [previously stated], you said this by my side

> And I wondered why I even bothered to try

>> ‘i figure “by my side” is clear enough to be like “to me”’ i was really struggling with that one to need a metaphor for it huh /silly. also this is used to get onto the next lyric since we don’t really need to emphasize “weka e kon pona mi” imo. plus i need syllables! come on!

“sina la sewi li seme?”

* in the context of you, what is divinity/high?

> She said, "Tell me about the sky"

>> ‘this is like the second most intuitive option?’ added holy meaning this time cause it’s important, ish, maybe

sewi li pimeja li suli ale a

* high is dark and all-largeness [intensifier]

> The sky is deep and dark and eternally high

moli la jan li tawa ni tawa mute (taso)

* in the context of death, people move to this, in the perspective of many (but)

> Many people think that’s where you go when you die (do you?)

>> ‘this parenthetical is so tricky…’ i had to completely retranslate this line cause the old version Fucking Sucked btw. have sympathy for me

mi pilin e ni: pini sina

* i feel this: your end

> Well, I think you return to obscure

sama open sina. sina sike

* is similar/the same as your start. you circle/cycle

> Or wherever you were, before you were

taso, mi alasa awen e sina

* but/however, i attempt/hunt to maintain you

> But I won't let you lose yourself in the rain

>> maybe someone better at translating could preserve metaphors like this. i’m not that person. and i feel it’s better like this because toki pona is more simplistic, less obfuscated although that might just be a justification

mi mute li ken pali

* we can create

> We have so much left to sing

>> mute to make clear. it’s both. because that is important ^_^

e kalama mute sin

* many new sounds

> There's a storm for every spring

mi en sina en ma ale tan mun mute

* i and you and all-land/outdoors result from the stars

> All you see, and you and me, we came from the stars

>> ma ale is okay for ‘all you see’. not ideal but it’s okayy.

o lukin e laso a

* [command] look at the grue [intensifier]

> So observe these blues and greens

>> you have no method of understanding exactly how powerful translating ‘blues and greens’ with just laso makes me feel <- FOR NO REASON <- IT STILL STRUGGLED W THE SYLLABLE COUNT. BECAUSE IT WAS 2 INSTEAD OF 3 SYLLABLES

e insa ale sina

* and all of your insides

> And embrace this harmony

>> OF COURSE SOUL WOULD TRANSLATE HARMONY AS THAT WHILE TALKING TO WHOLE I’M GONNA. AUGHHHHHHHHH

mi en sina en ma ale tan mun mute

* i and you and all-land/outdoors result from the stars

> All you see, and you and me, we came from the stars

mun mute

* the stars

> From the stars

mun mute

* the stars

> From the stars

tenpo pini la mi

* in the context of the finished time [usually the past], i

> One time, I tried to sing

lukin toki e ma

* tried to talk of the land/outdoors

> About spring and a storm

>> ma is the outdoors. right. please.

ni li suli ala

* this was not big/important

> But you know how it goes

should i post saas and staas

[marvelandsuchstuff]

Late Night Storms

Author's note: Listen, I was in an interesting place last night when I decided I need to write a 5k word smut for a charecter that only appers in like 2 episodes (when he was alive) of a show I watched in november… once. I know, I know - what the fuck? I think after hours of looking for more fics to read, I just decided I could do it. So here we are - also thank my friend who told me to post it, because I wasn’t gonna. Let me know what you think. Both Rowan and the reader are 18.

Warnings: Smut, thunderstorms, darkness, subspace (and kinda a drop-ish), Dom!Rowan x Fem!Reader (He gives me switch vibes) 18+ please

Word Count: 5.4k

Read on AO3

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Clouds up above chucked down rain in ample measure. The Dorm window was covered by the droplets racing down. Yoko, my roommate, sat with pen in hand by the window, looking out at the storm across the courtyard. As far as I could tell, the storm was only getting worse with the wind howling in the background, fuck. 

I liked the rain, hell I loved dancing in it - but storms, while being in a 3-century-old castle? Not my favourite I will admit. I had situated myself under my sheets, clambering onto my phone, trying to get a signal.  

“The cell line must have been hit, and the wifi is gone,” I said to Yoko, popping my head out just slightly 

“I wouldn't be surprised, it’s howling,” She replied, still staring out the window in awe. 

I sighed in frustration, great. There goes my plan to distract myself. I sit up and shuffle to grab a book, and that’s when it happens. 

All the lights flicker simultaneously, a telltale sign that power is about to go also, which I don’t think would help the current situation. I return to my spot under my bed, to which Yoko laughs, but it doesn't help much. I needed to leave before it got much worse.

Just my luck, at that moment the lights flicker on and off again before completely short-circuiting. Pitch black wasn’t my best friend unlike a certain Wednesday Addams, another reason to get out of here.

Yoko must have thought the same thing was about to happen because, in a few moments, the pitch black was illuminated by a strong torch that she had near her leg. It was strong enough to shine through the white blanket I was under, which I was thankful for.

I heard footsteps approach my bed, which made me jump slightly, but I quickly realised it was probably just Yoko coming to check on me. I peeked my head out slightly and saw her above me, smirking a bit. 

“You know you’ll be fine right?” she questioned, sitting down at the end of my bed. I curled my legs into myself as I pulled myself up to the headboard. I knew she meant no harm but it was instinctual from my home life. That was also the reason I hated storms… but I really don't want to think about that. 

“I know,” I reply kinda quietly to try and ease her worry for me. 

She gave me a kind smile back, and we kinda just sat there in silence with the thunder roaring over us. Every once in a while, lightning hit and I jumped, She grabbed my hand to calm me down the first time and kept it there. Tears stained my face as they slowly seeped out in 

After one really loud roll of thunder, a glimmer of an idea hit her as if lightning had personally struck her, “Do you think you’d be up to going to see Rowan? Not that I don't want you here of course but he can probably help you more”

Yoko was right, Rowan knew me better than anyone else, even myself sometimes. We’d been together for almost 2 years now, which was rare for a school relationship but somehow we just fit. He’d know how to help. 

“Ye-yeah” I stuttered, one problem, “but I can’t walk alone, I’ll probably end up in a ball somewhere, and Weems would find me and I’ll get in trouble."

“I wasn’t suggesting you walk alone,” she replied, “I’ll come with you to the dorm hall, all you got to do is walk down the hall, okay?”

All I had to do was the hall? That sounded reasonable, I replied “Ok, sounds go-good.”

So Yoko tugged me out of bed, and hesitantly I let her guide me. We grabbed our coats and were about to head off when I asked, “you’ll be ok coming back won’t you?”

She turned to me and stated “I have other plans, don’t worry.”

Ok then. 

---

When I got to the dorm hall, it was well past curfew and I knew I’d be in deep with Weems if you got caught again. She didn’t exactly like the late-night meetings or being dragged out of bed at midnight to deal with us. However, I was here now and it was useless going back to curling up under my sheets. 

Yoko had said her goodnights as she left me alone to wander to Rowan's room. The hall wasn't scary per se, but the few candles that lit the space were dull, so it was once again dark. 

I knocked on the dorm door, hoping it was quiet enough as to not be heard by anyone else but the people inside. Oh shit, I hope Xavier, his roommate, isn’t here to watch this meltdown, but it was too late now. Thankfully, light footsteps approached the other side and the door was pulled open slowly, obviously not expecting anyone at this hour.

Soft brown eyes greeted me, along with a smile as soon as Rowan registered who it was. His brown hair fell perfectly and his glasses frame his face really nicely in this light. However, the sweet smile faded as soon as he saw the state I was in. Realising there must still be tear stains covering my face, I went quickly to wipe my face but he was quicker to pull me into him.

Rowan pulled me farther into his room and the door shut behind us quietly. I don’t know how long we stood there, but it was long enough for my cries to turn into soft sniffles while Rowan kissed my head. 

“Do you want to go sit?” he asked softly. I looked up at him and nodded slowly, immediately he replied, “ok sweetheart.” 

Rowan helps me remove my wet coat along with my shoes, which he places at the foot of his bed. As soon as he does, I’m straight back in his arms. We shuffled over to the bed, which might I say is not as easy as it sounds when you’re in someone’s arms and they’re unwilling to release you. Which is cute in itself but isn't very practical. 

When we got onto the twin bed, Rowan situated himself under me so that I could just lay on him, which I was grateful for. An arm remained warped around me tightly, while the other traced down my back, which made me squirm just a tiny bit and he chuckled. Another kiss landed atop my head which I gave a small smile.

“There’s my girl, I was wondering where she went” Rowan whispered with a smile. 

“I’m here,” I giggle, looking up at him and then immediately turning away shyly to blush. How did I get so lucky? 

“If you’re here baby, can I see your face?” he replied as he caught my cheek with his thumb. I let him guide me back to his gorgeous eyes and kind smile. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” I whispered, he didn't have to ask but it was cute that he did. My lips met his, soft and sweet, very much him. I giggled a bit, biting my cheek, he tugged on my lip slightly. It was just us at that moment, and it felt so good.

Rowan pulled with a kiss on the cheek, and reached for his inhaler, mumbling something along the lines of “curse you asthma” as he did. My head returned to the comfy spot on his chest, catching my breath as well. 

We were like that for a while, it just felt right. 

“Hey, where’s Xavier?” I asked curiously as to why we weren’t getting annoyed groans in our general vicinity, not that I wasn’t happy about that fact.

He chuckles back, “I can’t believe that’s what you are worried about,”

“I’m definitely not, just seemed strange coming in here with no push back,” I replied 

This, once again made Rowan laugh and whisper semi-seductively, “I can give you pushback if that’s what you want baby,”

This just made me bury my face in his chest in embarrassment, he was so slight with it sometimes and he always knew it worked, hence the endless teasing. Pulling me closer to him, I forget how strong he is sometimes, even though most people don’t tend to notice. 

“I believe he’s at some party with Bianca and co,” he added. Oh, that’s where Yoko was off to then. She probably felt bad for leaving me alone and knowing parties aren't really my thing, decided it would be unfair to ask of me. Rowan took a deep breath and hesitantly asked, “are you alright now?”

“Yeah, just the-” I replied, pointing upwards and waving my finger around as if that was a word replacement. 

“Storm” he added, “I’m sorry I didn’t come to get you sooner, I know how much you hate them, I was caught up in an assignment.”

I shook my head, “No, no, no, it’s not your fault or your job for that mat-”

“It most definitely is my job” he cut me off but that just garnered me to shake my head more, “Uh huh, yes it is”

“Not”

“Is, I don’t like seeing you like you were when I opened the door, you’re breaking my heart baby” Rowan reacts a bit of unusual sourness to his voice.

I hug him even tighter, he’s so unbelievably good to me, I just whisper “I’m sorry, I couldn’t get a hold of you, the cell tower went down”

He takes a deep breath and smiles gently, “Stop apologizing for stuff you can’t control”

“Right back at you” I laugh, “but we got here and we’re good, aren't we?”

“We’re so good right now sweetheart” Rowan replies, laughing a bit too.

---

We lay there for a while longer, just content with how we were. Thunder rolling over the night sky and the sounds of rain out the window - it wasn’t that bad now that I was in his arms, my own personal shield from the elements. It was at this moment I realized Rowan’s room was illuminated by candles of all kinds, it was really romantic for a school dorm.

“I like your candles” I comment, lifting my head to look around the room.

“I had them saved for a special occasion” he replied with a glimmer of mischievous, “But this works too,”

I think for a moment… it would take my mind off the storm, that’s for sure. So I replied sweetly “Who said we couldn’t use them for a special occasion?”

Rowan looked down at me with a mischievous glint glowing in his eye, “Are you sure you want that tonight sweetheart?”

I nod into him.

“I need words please” He stated sternly but with a smile. Rowan was, um, rough when he was in control, we had rules set out so neither one of us could get actually hurt and we both felt safe.

One of them was that we had to give explicit consent to the other whenever we were controlling the scene, so I obliged, “Yes, I want this”

“Ok, you know your rules and your safe words, anytime you want out-” He affirmed.

“I just have to say, I got it. '' I cut off, Rowan was always so careful to make sure I was comfortable with what was about to happen and I did the same for him when I was in control as well. We worked well in that way. 

“Can I see your pretty face again?” he asked as his thumb drew to my cheek and turned my head once again. He lent down to initiate the kiss, and soft lips enveloped mine once again, I swear I could live here forever. 

As the kiss grew deeper, I climbed on top of Rowan to get a better angle. This wasn’t any use though, because as soon as I was in the right position, strong hands gripped my sides and flipped my entire body. Now, Rowan had the upper hand on top and the only thing in his way was his glasses.

When we came up for air, Rowan hovered over me, looking amazing as he did so. He leaned over to his side table and removed his glasses while also going for a quick puff of his inhaler. I could be content between his legs forever. 

However, that quickly drew to a close when he returned his attention back to me, lowering himself onto his forearms to meet me. He gave a quick peck to my lips and slowly made his way down to my neck, sucking enough to leave bruises. 

I moaned loudly when he got to a really sensitive spot, to which he responded by coving my mouth to try to muffle the sounds. He knew this was ok, 3 taps to get out if I needed, and my hands were free to rummage through his hair. He came to a halt after a really loud moan, commenting “Hey baby, you gotta stay quiet for me, ok? I don’t want people down the hall hearing us”

I nodded and tapped him 2 times, meaning ok. He smiled up at me and whispered “Good girl,”

He slowly attached himself to my neck again, moving further down as he did - It felt so fucking good. When he got to the hem of my shirt, he looked at me with his soft eyes, once again asking permission. I nodded and pulled on my shirt to lift it over my arms. It got discarded and thrown on the dorm floor along with Rowan’s sweater.

I pulled on his tie to connect our lips again, I needed him to be close. He sunk his lips into mine, using the height he had to overpower me and battle me into submission. The tie he had on was wrapped in my hands as I tried to remove it but was making me frustrated. Rowan caught on pretty quick and decided to peel off my lips and loosen them to pull off. 

Once he had it in his hands, I stared at it for a brief moment - could I ask him to just maybe? I mean we’ve done it before and he certainly loves it. I think Rowan must’ve noticed because he says “if you want something, you’ve got to use your words”

Fuck. I was definitely caught, I sigh and very quickly ask, “Could you, um maybe, tie me up please”

He laughs a bit and I must turn bright red from embarrassment. He replies, “Can you say that again?”

I let out another sigh, so this is how it’s going to be. I try to curl into myself to hide but Rowan’s on it already, trapping my hands by his sides. I give in and ask again slower, “can you tie me up with your tie, please?”

He smiles and responds “Please, what?”

Catching his drift, I know what Rowan wants and he knows what it does to me. It’s also comforting in a way, to give him complete control over me. So I reply, “please, sir”.

“Good girl,” he praises with a kiss on my forehead, “I’ve got you.” 

I believe him completely, I trust him like nobody else. He slowly takes his tie and makes sure it is knotted around his bed frame while I lift my hand to meet him. He gently secures them in and I pull to make sure they’re tight enough.

“Ok,” Rowan comments, “You’ve got to make sure you’re quiet because I can’t cover your mouth”

“Yes, sir.” I reply quickly. He smiles down at me and scans my body underneath him.

He grabs behind me, undoing the clasp of my bra, along with the straps that hold it in place. He stares at my boobs for a good 10 seconds before doing anything else. Cute. 

“Do you like what you see?” I ask, smiling up at him, wiggling around to make them bounce a bit 

“Uh- ye-yea-yeah” He stutters for a second, reminding me that my cute nerdy-ass boyfriend is still under there. He coughs and grabs his inhaler - which makes me burst out laughing. He returns to me with a stern look, to which I quiet down to a giggle, but he just shakes his head. 

“You’re really cute y'know” I state 

He smiles at me, “Thanks, I guarantee you won't be saying that once I’m inside you though”

That just makes me turn red again, and he is the one laughing this time. Rowan makes his way down to my tits with kisses and then down even father to the top of my sweats. He looks back up at me for final confirmation, to which I nod.

“Words,” he reminds me.

“Yes, sir.” I respond softly, I need him to do something, anything at this point.

With that, he hooks his fingers under the soft cotton of my sweats and underwear and pulls them down in one fell swoop. The cold air hits me like a wave and I curl up - but as always Rowan is there to pin me down. He grabs my thighs and spreads them open for him to see.

“You’re so pretty,” He expresses with a smile. I go pink at the compliment - I can’t believe he’s mine. He lowers himself down to meet my pussy and starts sucking on my clit like there’s no tomorrow. I whine from not being about to do much or touch him but I suppress myself when he flicks his eyes to me, telling me to stop. He grips my thighs tighter as he delves in more. 

I am beginning to reach my climax and do you want to know what he does next? He stops like fully comes off me. I moan out from the loss of contact and writhe around trying to get any friction from anywhere.

“Shhh,” he states, “I got you, I got you.”

Rowan takes his hands from under me and pins me down till I stop.

“Why?” I whine in my haze - Rowans is not one to not make me finish that's for sure. 

“I promise it will make it ten times better when you do cum - I promise,” he whispers to me, “I also need to be inside you.”

I look up at him, hazy, already dipping into subspace from the stimulation and the emotions from before. At that moment, I realize he’s basically fully clothed and I… well I’m not at all.

“Hey, how is this clothing situation fair?” I ask lightly. He looks down at himself and then back up at me.

“You’re right, this is no good,” he replies and shuffles off the bed toward his wardrobe. I cry even more from the loss of complete contact, which catches Rowan off guard. He returns to my side, squatting down beside the bed and losing the tie so I can reach out for him. He takes my hand, kisses the knuckles, and says “I’m right here ok, right here - can you tell me your colour?”

I smile small, “green, I’m ok, it's just a lot.” 

“Alright,” he replies, still holding my hand in one of his while the other unbuttons the shirt he has on, “I’m just going to go put my clothes on my chair, ok?”

Two taps for ok and he kisses my head again. Shuffling over to his desk he takes his shirt and his trousers off, god he’s so beautiful. He comes back over as soon as he’s done, fully unclothed, kneeling down on the bed to meet me. 

“No changes since last time?” Rowan asked sweetly. Right, birth control and all that jazz.

I smile and shake my head, “No, sir.”

“Ok, you ready?” he asks, lining himself up with me. 

“Yes, please sir,” I practically moan out. He pushes in, he’s big so it's quite an experience - always the quiet ones. Once he is fully in, we connect lips again, pushing down on my tongue. 

At first, we remain like that, just letting us get used to each other. Rowan breaks the kiss, and asks “are you ok to move?”

I nod “Yes.”  

That's when he starts thrusting softly in and out of me, first, he is calm and collected. He keeps a solid pace, slightly wimping when our hips met and kissing me all over. I bite my lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure. I jut my hips to meet his, becoming full once again.

Rowan increased his pace as my hands tangled in his hair. If there was one thing this boy did know how to do, it was knowing exactly where to hit to stimulate me in the most insane ways. He found a sweet spot and hit it over and over and over so that it felt just right.

He was also not averse to using his abilities to enhance the experience. Using his mental ability to stimulate my clit without having to move his hands from mine was truly amazing. He was skilled at it, that’s for sure. It was an interesting feeling to have all your nerve endings stimulated at once to give you pleasure. 

Still pretty sensitive from before, like Rowan said I would be, aided me to get closer to the edge. This combined with the stimulation from his cock, sent me writhing pretty quickly. Wiggling and shaking around - I couldn’t help it, it felt so amazing. He kept his hands in mine, pinning them down so I didn't become too hard to control under his touch.

“Come on sweetheart,” he uttered, with even harder strokes which had me unable to control my moans anymore. 

“Plea-Please,” I breathed out shakily, I was so close. 

With one final slow thrust, the euphoric high of release overcame me. Fuck me. My brain fully went at this point, it wasn’t the most intense thing we’d done but I think it was the high emotions and the overall just sent me over the edge. It felt really fucking good. 

Rowan continued to up his pace, both with his mind and him inside me. He allowed my senses to overstimulate me and send me even higher. It made me whine “Fuck”

“I know, I know, but you can give me one more yeah?” he asserted - he was clearly trying to be the death of me. 

I could barely function, let alone speak but with a last bit of energy I managed out a quick breathy “Yes, sir”

He gave a nod in agreement and his thumb gently slide down my cheek, “Such a good girl for me”

He slammed himself into me, making me cry out in pleas. My neck became nothing more than something for Rowan to bury himself into while giving me hickeys which would definitely show tomorrow. I could feel the bruises being formed by his lips as he pulled the sensitive spot by the collarbone. 

I tried to buck my hips up to meet his, key word tried. It was more of a half-hearted attempt to bring me back to the situation but there was no hope. I was completely gone, the only thing that mattered was Rowan, the gorgeous boy in front of me. I was determined to bring him into the highest plane of euphoria, so I kept tightening around him and hoping he’s come along with me. 

Luckily for me, Rowan caught on pretty quickly with long strokes, holding on to me to gain pleasure. Faster and harder than before, he finished with a few final thrusts and cumming inside me, which also did me over. The high brought me even closer to the clouds than before. 

Rowan also seemed completely gone for a few moments, seeing the stars as he called it. He layed on top of me for a while, kissing me and my body lazily, just coming down from that high. I played with his hair for a bit, to which he hummed softly. He allowed me to come back to somewhat of a normal level of brain activity while he gently traced small stars into my skin along with a few more kisses here and there. 

I don’t quite know when, but at some point pulled out and got up, which I tried to lazily fight the warm body from leaving. He managed to get off the bed before I moaned at the loss of contact. He hummed in response, squatting down beside me and going in for a sweet kiss - which was much appreciated. I knew he had to get up and leave me to sort out the things he needed, which were to take care of us, but I still didn't want him to leave. 

When he finally broke the kiss, he did his signature forehead kiss and whispered “I gotta go for a minute, but I promise I’ll be back sweetheart.”

I flickered my eyes towards him, responded softly and with a small smile, “go”. 

So he got up and pulled himself from my grip, I repressed the urge to fight for him again. Instead, I lay there, listening to the wind and the rain and him in the bathroom. I began slowly positioning myself upwards, much to the dismay of the pain in my back but I knew it would help. The storm was calming down it seemed but the wind still howled through the courtyard and the school.

Returning from the bathroom a few minutes later, Rowan approached the bed, a towel around him and a damp white cloth in his hand. He moved to spread me open once more, this time the cloth came into contact with me, which made me sob a bit.

“Shhh… it’s good for you baby,” Rowan gently encouraged. He was right of course, but that didn't make it any less sensitive. 

Once he was down, he left again, but this time only for a brief moment. When he returned back to his room, he came with empty arms. Carefully he came over and helped me stand to meet him, which was painful but was helped by him. 

“Bathroom,” he directed as he wrapped his arm around me to guide me, walking over the barren hardwood which sent a coldness to my feet. I was thankful he was there, I’m pretty sure it would’ve been impossible to make it by myself, things littered the floor left and right. This made it very hard to walk in the low light but Rowan seemed to manage perfectly. Only having fumbled once, to which he hooks onto me with a cute laugh and a peck on the cheek, we made it to the bathroom. 

As soon as I felt the tile I tried to make a b-line to the bath that Rowan had drawn, but he had other plans. Gently guiding me with the palm of his hand along my back over to the toilet to get rid of the nasty stuff, he stayed with me till I was done and clean. 

With a little nod of my head, he pulled me into his side once again, lifting me into his arms this time. He's always said it is like carrying a feather with his abilities taking the physical weight off him. He’s just guiding me on where to go, but it feels no different when you’re zoned out. I wish he'd done it before, my legs were sore, but it was probably a good thing he made me walk through, to stretch knowing I’d be gone after the bath.

Gently, Rowan places himself into the bath, then me on top of him. It’s nice, the warm water hitting my skin as it makes little waves and with the candles scattered around, it’s magic. 

He pulled himself up and made sure my head was above the waterline. We layed like that for a while. I was fighting the urge to sleep when he started to glide his hands over my body lightly. My eyes closed once again and I fully surrendered to his touch. 

Rowan noticed how tired I was, probably knowing that between the storm and the sex, I was emotionally and physically drained. Which is why he whispered “Sleep sweetheart, I’ll take care of you, promise”.

I barely registered the sentence to nod, but as soon as I did, Rowan kissed my hair and I was off into the abyss, trusting that he’d keep his promise. 

---

I remember fading in and out of some sort of consciousness throughout the night. The sounds and smells of Rowan cleaning our bodies, along with the smell of bath salts and candles. It was peaceful. One of my favourite purple bath bombs layered the bath with stary swirls and bubbles 

After some time, Rowan finally exited the bath and got wrapped up in towels, before moving on to me. He most certainly used his powers to get me dry and into the pjs, I stored in his room. Thank you pre-planning. 

His glasses must have been back on because I distinctly remember accidentally brushing something metal near his face and cringing internally, hoping I didn't make them fall. But luckily he didn't pay much attention as he was too focused on other things. He laid me down on Xavier’s bed for a minute, which highly confused my delirious self. I quietly questioned him with a small mewl when he left my side, reaching out for him.

He turned back to face me, hand still in mine and chucked, “I thought you were asleep,”

“I am, keep going and coming,” I replied weakly and a bit hazy, I wanted to let him know I wasn't fully there

“Ah,” he said as he approached me again, making us level as he squatted “well I need to change the sheets baby, you made a bit of a mess”

“Sorry,” I replied with guilt. I should at least help him, I thought. But almost immediately after trying to get up, I fell back down onto my stomach, to which Rowan laughed. 

“Don’t worry about it baby, I got it. Besides, I love taking care of you, so let me,” he stated, his thumb tracing my hand. He smiled at me and lent over for a quick peck to my lips. He then got up to stand again, let go of my hand, walked over to his closet and rummaged till he found the extra sheets he was searching for. Meanwhile, I let sleep consume me once more, the black abyss taking me away once again. 

--

Rowan must have finished the bed because before I knew it, I was in his arms again being taken from one bed to another. My sweet boy. 

Carefully he laid me down under the sheets, and then tucked me in. He blew out all the candles that surrounded us, as well as in the bathroom. Soon though, he came back and peeled back the covers on his side, sliding under the warm blankets as he did. 

I gently found myself sliding over to him for even more warmth and comfort. He allowed me to roll onto him, with my neck in the crook of his. His hands once again drew patterns on my back, a reminder that he was still there if I needed him 

I just curled into him deeper, not caring about the 6 am wake-up call I would get so I could slip away before we were caught.

“Thank you,” I whisper, I don’t know what inclined me but I felt the need. Maybe it was the profound sense of safety I found in his arms as they held me tight or the emotional stability I now had, but I thought it was necessary. 

Rowan’s hands faltered for a brief second, and then he whispered, “Anytime, sweetheart."

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[chloe-skywalker]

Know Her Better - Daryl Dixon

Daryl x reader (daughter-ish)

Negan x reader (Daughter-DNA)

Carl x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,950

Summary: Y/n decides to talk to her father in his cell, but it just leads to more hurt. So Daryl decides to have a talk with him so he knows his new place in Y/N’s life.

Authors Note: This is the first Walking dead imagine I ever wrote, it’s not the first posted but it is the first one I ever wrote. Hope you all enjoy it.

Masterlist

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“I’m sorry.” Y/n spoke shifted from foot to foot standing across from the cell her father was in.

“Your actions don’t make me want to believe you.” Negan stated in a gruff voice with a scoff. How else in his mind should he feel other than betrayed by his own daughter. His own daughter who helped his pet Daryl escape and ran off with him and joined Alexandria, Hilltop, and the Kingdom go against him.

“I’m not sorry for what I did. I’m sorry that I had to do it to the man I once called dad. Sorry I had to hurt my father. Or at least who was my father. Because your not the man that was around when I was younger.” Y/n le tout a sigh. It hurt her to actually say it out loud but he didn’t. He didn’t know her, he hasn’t taken the time to get to know her for years. After he took over the sanctuary their relationship started to decline. She didn’t see her father anymore, the person he was wasn’t there anymore. She got glimpses of the man that raised her every so often but not enough. “I just don’t agree with what you’ve been doing- what you’ve done.”

“Your my fucking daughter!” Negan yelled storming over to the cell bars.

“You haven’t acted like a father! Not in years!” Y/n yelled back before letting out a deep breath to calm down. She didn’t want to let him get a rise out of her, he always thought since he became the Negan he is now getting a rise out of someone was a win for him. That it meant he was making her into someone better who could make it through the new world order.

“Bull fucking shit!” he scoffed with a shake of his head.

“Just cause you were there and around, doesn’t mean you were actually there for me. Not when I needed you, not when it counted.” the deeper the conversation got the more Y/n’s heart ached. Sure she hated who he had become but that didn’t mean she didn’t miss him. The caring father he was at one point. “Do you even know your own daughter anymore? Like truly know me?”

“Of course I know you.” Negan grumbled, the fact that she’d even say that pissed him off.

“Do you?” Y/n raised a brow, she knew he answer but she knew that he couldn’t admit it to himself.

“Whats that suppose to mean?” Negan scoffed with crossed arms and narrowed eyes.

“You may not want to admit it, but you don’t know me. You don’t know your own daughter anymore… An that’s why you lost me.” Y/n sighed, it’s not like she considered herself his daughter anymore. She hadn’t for a long while, but it still hurt.

After that was said Y/n decided to leave the jail cell. When she turned after locking the door and heading up the stairs Carl stood off to the side at the top waiting for her. He knew how hard it was for her when she went down to talk to Negan. Carl knew more than anyone- well maybe him and Daryl were tyed but they knew it wasn’t easy for her to talk to Negan given their history and they knew the most about what had gone on between Y/n and Negan before their groups ran into eachother.

After chatting for a bit in private Carl and Y/n decided to head inside the house that they lived in with his dad, Michonne, Judith, and Daryl.

As the two walked in they were greeted by Daryl and Rick. It didn’t take Daryl even a few minutes to notice something was off with Y/n.

“You ok?” he asked, concerned about how stressed she seemed to be.

“Hmmmhmmm.” she hummed giving him a tight lipped smile. Trying to reassure him but she knew he probably didn’t buy it but he would wait to ask till they were alone. But this time he felt he needed to push.

“Come on, kid. I know you better than that.” Daryl pushed gently, trying to get an answer without pushing to hard.

“Exactly.” Y/n let out a sigh mixture of sadness and frustration. Y/n decided to bid them a little farewell to go upstairs and take a small nap. Leaving the boys to figure out what that was about all about, well Rick and Daryl. Since Carl seemed to already know.

“What was that about?” Daryl questioned the sheriff hat wearing boy, assuming he might know.

“Your right.” Carl nodded, which confused Daryl more feeling he had missed something.

“Huh” Daryl nodded ‘yes’ but was still very confused.

“Yeah… Daryl, you know that you’ve been more of a father to her in the last couple of months than Negan’s been to her in years. You know I’d say you know pretty much everything about her.” Carl stated, hell Daryl got to know her in the sanctuary and got her to join them. With that being said Carl left to go upstairs to find Y/n and lay with her a bit. Make sure she’s ok.

“Carl’s right, Daryl.” Rick stated looking at Daryl. He could tell Daryl was thinking about everything that Carl had said. As much as Rick didn’t want to put to much on the man he considered a brother, but he needed to clarify more for the man. “You are closer and more that girl’s father than her blood one. Blood doesn’t make a family. You have to admit you’ve practically adopted the girl. Whether the two of you acknowledge it or not.”

“I know.” Daryl nodded in agreement with Rick’s statement. “I’d go through hell and back for that kid. She’s family. I consider her my own… No one elses.”

“She’s family.” Rick nodded in agreement. They all already considered Y/n family but with what she means to all of them especially to Daryl and Carl. She’s their family.No matter who’s DNA she might have. “You should tell her that.”

“Hmmm.” he hummed in acknowledgment. Daryl agreed that he should probably finally tell the girl he considered his daughter how he felt about their relationship.

“It would mean a lot to her to hear it. Carl talk to you? She’s feeling like crap. All thank’s to that asshole.” Rick sighed, shaking his head in slight frustration. He to cared about the y/h/c-ed girl, and seeing his son hurt over how he couldn’t help his girlfriend with what she was going through.

Daryl raised his head quickly at Rick’s words now concerned that he hadn’t noticed this about y/n. “Why?”

Rick knew telling Daryl probably wouldn’t help this situation much but he didn’t really care what Daryl might do to the asshole. “He said a lot to her when she chose our side and she has tried talking to him the last couple days… he’s said a lot of messed up things.”

Daryl growled, pissed off. “I’ll tell her. Might even tell the fucker as well. Along with some choice words.”

“I won’t stop you. He deserves that and more. Not just for everything he’s done to us but especially for everything he’s done to Y/n as well.” Rick stated, not going to stop the very angry Dixon. If y/n was his daughter he’d be pissed to.

Not long after the conversation ended Rick left to go find Michonne and Judith, while Daryl decided now was better than never.

^      ^      ^

“Well, low and behold if it isn’t the Daryl Dixon himself!” Negan smirked after his comment. “What do I owe the pleasure?”

“Cut the crap.” Daryl said with a disgusted tone.

“You know. My daughter stopped by earlier.” he smirked leaning against the wall, trying to get under Daryl’s skin. “Is that why your here? To see if I’ll tell you what we talked about? Maybe she’s come up with a plan to break me out? Maybe we have come up with a plan to take you all out? May-”

“I already know what she talked about with you.” Daryl cut him off, the corner of his lips twitching up. Feeling prod of himself for being able tot make Negan’s smirk wipe off of his face.

“Oh really now?” Negan raised his brows to add to his mocking question.

Daryl nodded biting his thumbnail. “Ya’. Cause she ain’t your daughter.”

“Pretty sure she is.” Negan spoke in a grumbled tone with narrowed eyes.

Daryl shook his head. “Nah, she ain’t.”

“Oh then do enlighten me, who’s is she then?” Negan asked trying to not let it show how frustrated he was becoming with the Archer.

“Mine.” Daryl stated crossing his arms.

Negan cackles at Daryl’s words. “Bullshit! That gave me a good laugh though. Thanks, I needed that buddy.”

“Not jokin.” Daryl spoke shifting his jaw in irritation. “She’s mine. Y/n is my daughter. More mine than she has ever been yours. I know more bout her than you do. More than anyone. The only one that comes close to knowing her as well as me is Carl.” he stated with disgust, spitting towards Negan’s cell. “But the real sad part is anyone here, everyone in our group knows more about her than you do.”

“Well, its not exactly like she’s been on my side.” he grumbles pissed off more than before but trying to hide it.

“Doesn’t matter. Whether she agreed with your methods or not she was your daughter. You shoulda’ been there for her, know her, and care about her no matter what. Not push her aside.” Daryl shakes his head knowing that Negan isn’t worth the stress. “You blew your chances at being her father. Job’s mine now. I love that girl as if she were my blood. I’d go through hell and I’d die for her. You’d leave her to fend for herself.” Daryl growled under his breath but still appeared calmer than Negan had been able to the whole conversation.

“Fuck you! No I wouldn’t.” Negan yelled pointing at the vested man in front of him. Pissed to the max.

“Don’t kid yourself.” Daryl scoffed moving towards the door. Once his hand was on the doorknob he turned back to say one more thing. “Then again that’s probably the only way you can live with yourself.”

With that Daryl left, locking the door behind him. All that needed to be said. Now he just needed to talk to Y/n. As Daryl headed up the stairs and ran into said girl.

“Why’d you say all that?” Y/n asked after the two realized that they should say something. Y/n shifted on her feet wanting to know the answer to her question.

“Truth.” Daryl shrugged looking down before back up at the young woman in front of him. Trying to read her reaction.

“You meant all that?” Y/n shuffled her feet hoping to get the answer she had been looking for.

“Course.” Daryl stated confidently, sparring his shoulders back. “Every word.”

With hearing Daryl’s answer to the question Y/n closed the space between them and hugged the older man. “Thank you.”

Daryl wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in tightly to his chest. “No need’a thank me.”

“I consider you my father.” Y/n said pulling her head back to look up at him smiling. “Just so you know.”

“You’re my daughter. Nothing else to it.” he stated with a shrug of his shoulders before pulling her back into his chest. Resting his chin on top of her head. “Nothin an on one ever gonna change that.”

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Goodnight Sweet Prince

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Death, description of injuries, vomiting, crying, grief

Word Count: 2.8K-ish

Summary: After a night out, on your way home, there’s a horrific accident

A/N: Ok I’m just going to say I’m sorry right off the bat, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Based off of a conversation between my lovely lovely friend @ittybxttykxttytxtty if you’d like to read the conversation, check it out HERE There is a surprise at the end so I will do another author’s note at the end. This was very hard to write at times, I had to walk away from it and come back to it a few times. I know, I’m rambling again. I’m just gonna say I’m sorry again and forgive me but I hope you like it anyway. Oh and the song I listened to on repeat to put me in the right mindset was Storm by Lifehouse. I’ll link it at the end. ♥️

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

There wasn’t anything that could be done for the outcome to be different. You were living a real life nightmare over and over again, always starting and ending in the same place, never finding out what happened after the accident or how you were supposed to figure out how to break the time loop you were stuck in.

The scorched heart that beat inside your chest burned every time you had to watch that truck hit the patch of black ice. His strong hands had pushed you out of the way and you fell across the faded white lines of the crosswalk, toward the sidewalk, just as it hit him.

Choking on the icy winter air, you tried to get to him as people started to gather around. All other sounds had been blocked out, you couldn’t hear the pedestrians that were trying to ask you if you were ok. You could read their lips but there was no sound.

With your palms pressed firmly in place, you could feel the vibrations of the traffic along the cold cracked city streets before crawling on all fours through a sea of legs looking for him. You could finally hear the faded sounds of approaching sirens and see the blinking red emergency lights against the somber night sky.

Your heart sank into your feet when you finally saw him. The attempt to control his pain and shock was futile. He didn’t have to say anything because it was all over his face. He was scared, calling out your name over and over again through shuttering, halting breaths.

Bright red blood slowly dripped from the scrapes on his knuckles and trailed out of his mouth. His legs twisted to impossible angles; you knew they were broken.

The dialogue was always the same.

As you hovered above him, you tried to stifle your sobs as you gently scraped his scalp with your nails.

“BILLY!” You cried out.

He struggled to get his words out. Between labored breaths he managed to ask, “A-are y-you o-ok? T-tell me you’re ok!”

Cupping his cheek, you replied, “I’m ok, baby…I’m ok. They’re coming, Billy! Just hold on! Why did you do that?!!”

Billy tried to smile.

“I-I couldn’t l-let any…thing h-happen to m-my s-sweet girl.” He choked out before his eyes closed.

“Billy! Billy, open your eyes for me please! Don’t you dare leave me, Billy Russo!” You yelled, gripping and shaking his shoulders.

Just as his eyes slowly started to open, you were surrounded by a swarm of paramedics who whisked you away toward the ambulance. And as you struggled to get away from them and back to Billy, a warm white light would appear and take you to a happy memory of him like the day you met, the night of your first date, and the first time he told you he loved you.

These memories felt like dreams. You observed them from the outside, like you were a spectator watching your own life as it played out in front of you.

“She left me…she didn’t want me…she never did.” He had said softly.

You remembered that night vividly. That quiet night with nothing but the sound of the fire crackling and hissing in between the words the two of you exchanged. A mother had left her own child on the doorstep of a fire station with nothing but the clothes on his back, not bothering to look back as she walked away from him. She made a choice and she didn’t deserve any forgiveness for it you thought to yourself because you couldn’t get any words out.

You struggled to swallow as tears silently fell from your eyes and in a way, you felt sorry for her because she would never know that her son grew up to be probably the strongest person you had ever met.

Billy had pulled himself out of that gutter she had left him in. He defended his country as a marine, became a successful CEO of a company he started without help from anyone, and he was so much more than anyone ever got to see.

You were the only person he ever showed that side of himself to.

Even the warmth from the fire couldn’t keep you from shivering as you listened to his story. The words kept pouring out like blood from an open wound and his words left you stunned and unable to move.

There wasn’t anything you could say to take that pain away, to make the nightmares disappear, help him forget about the Ray of Hope group home, the bodies left behind in Afghanistan, or the pain he suffered from feeling unwanted and unloved for so long. But you could listen and be there for him whenever he needed you to and he loved you for that.

Your story wasn’t like Billy’s but it was still a painful one. The memories you had from when you were really young made you happy but as you got older into your pre-teen and teenage years, everything unraveled.

Your parents divorced, you had to leave the house you grew up in, and your mother even gave away your dog. She treated you like she didn’t want you, not going as far as Billy’s mother did but you felt just as he did…unwanted and unloved.

“What did she do to you?” Billy had asked.

Gazing at you fondly, his eyes were the color of freshly turned soil after the rain. His long fingers softly brushed across your knuckles as the heat from the fire warmed one side of his handsome face.

You swallowed hard before answering him, it was nothing like what he had been through, and it just sounded so marginal but you answered him anyway.

“She ignored me.” You replied with your voice cracking.

You didn’t want to cry but tears fell from your eyes anyway as you tried to look away from him, realizing how stupid it all sounded but he wouldn’t let you look away or down. Billy wanted your eyes on him.

The look in his eyes was understanding; they silently told you he would never do that to you and he would always be there to listen to you because, in a way, you were alike. The two of you had managed to find one another and he never wanted to let that go…and neither did you.

The broken fragments of your lives that you carried around never quite fit back into place, no matter how hard you tried to put them back. Those scars are forever; they never completely go away but you didn’t need those pieces anymore. The healing you did together helped to patch the holes inside that you thought might never be filled with love again.

Patiently, you had waited for someone to love you as Billy did, to love you for who you were and he had only wanted the same. Not for his money or his good looks but for someone to love him, to be patient with him, but also to put him in his place when he was wrong. He wasn’t used to that but he did whatever it took because, with your help, he liked the man he was becoming.

He felt…content.

And in an instant, everything changed. The cycle would start all over again. Truck…screeching tires…hitting the pavement…sirens and lights…blood…broken bones…hearing your name…flashes of light…a fond memory.

You couldn’t keep watching him get hit by that truck over and over again. It felt like moments of your life were being taken from you each time it happened but still you loved watching the wonderful memories and moments between you and Billy again like it was the first time it was happening.

Every emotion you had experienced in those memories, you felt again watching them unfold in front of your eyes. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered again watching him kiss you for the first time. And goosebumps peppered your skin every time his lips touched that spot on your neck you loved so much…you felt them all.

But no matter how hard you tried to prevent him from being hit, you couldn’t do it. The universe wouldn’t let you. The cruelty of it all, watching the worst moment of your life play over and over again like a broken record. The flashes of light would always happen before learning Billy’s fate but you needed to break the loop.

How were you going to do that?

Maybe? No, no that can’t be the answer. You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t just let him die. “There has to be another way!” You thought.

The scent of tires and pavement mixed together burned into your sense of smell and left you sick with nausea as you tried to comfort him or ease his pain in any way you could. But it didn’t do any good. You could feel him slipping away as the obliterating pain you felt in your chest increased when the paramedics tore you away from his side.

The light came for you, ready to take you away to another memory but you didn’t let it. That’s when you realized that there was no other way to break the loop. Your body went numb, admitting to yourself that you had to let him go.

You had exhausted every option, tried everything, but the time loop kept going. The memories shown to you were all you were going to have left of him which was excruciating to think about.

You broke free from the paramedic’s strong grip and hurried back to him just as the other EMT’s were putting him on the stretcher.

You weren’t going to let him be alone.

No other words were exchanged inside the ambulance. With the oxygen mask over his face, his long fingers had laced with yours, he squeezed your hand periodically as the ambulance raced toward the hospital until his heart stopped beating and you heard the unmistakable sound of a flat line. His fingers went limp, his hand dropped away from yours as the EMT’s tried to revive him but he wasn’t coming back.

The tears came thick and fast as all noises dissipated like a heavy fog burning off over the ocean. A piece of you was gone, it had died along with him and that space in your heart that had been filled in with his love was empty once again.

The air inside suddenly became heavy and you struggled to breathe. As soon as the ambulance doors opened, you vomited onto the pavement in the parking lot and collapsed into the arms of one of the paramedics.

Before you blacked out, you heard him call out to you, “Miss! Can you hear me?!”

**********

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, the bright lights above you stung as you waited for your vision to adjust to them. The voice you heard next to you was a familiar one.

“Hey sweetheart.” He said.

The voice was deep and gruff but soft. It could only be one person…Frank.

Frank Castle was Billy’s best friend. They served together and when Billy started Anvil, he had Frank come and work for him.

A hazy sense of sadness filled the room and after a moment of cold silence, you burst into tears, clawed at the sheets and tried to get out of bed.

“Y/n…no, no! What are ya doing, ya have to stay here. He’s gone, sweetheart.” Frank embraced you tightly and choked on his words. “He’s gone.”

Still trying to pull the cold sheets off your body, you cried, “He was all I had, Frank! He was all I…had!”

Frank squeezed you as hard as he could, held you in his arms as you cried while he tried not to and stroked your hair to try and soothe you but it didn’t do any good. You were heartbroken and numb as you sobbed against Frank’s shirt before passing out from shock once again.

The only person in the world who understood you, who you went to when you were having a bad day, or when you just needed someone to hug you in silence was stolen from you and he wasn’t coming back.

The only thing you felt was helplessness, lying in your hospital bed desperately trying to think of how you were going to move on with your life without him. You didn’t have anyone else, so what were you supposed to do now?

The weeks following Billy’s death all ran together in a blur. Frank and his wife, Maria, insisted you stay with them, but you couldn’t eat, or sleep, and when you did sleep, you were awakened by constant nightmares. Billy came to you in your dreams, they felt so real, his hands cupping your cheeks, lips colliding with yours, and his fingers tracing along the curves and hollows of your body.

Suddenly, his face was covered in cuts and blood and his life force grew fainter. You reached out but you couldn’t touch him. He slipped right through your fingers as he was just a vision, a figment of your imagination and then he disappeared.

Cold sweats and waves of nausea resulted in you vomiting up whatever food you had managed to eat. Maria became concerned when it would happen every time you tried to eat something so even though you told her you were fine, she brought you to the doctor anyway.

Sitting in the exam room, you said to her, “I told you, I’m fine. You don’t have to worry.”

“But I am worried.” She said. “You can’t keep anything down. That’s not good, y/n.”

It felt like they had kept you waiting in that room for days, so she just sat with you, talked, and comforted you. She knew how hard all of this had been on you.

Maria had become a really good friend to you after starting your relationship with Billy. She was so happy that he finally found someone that understood him, was patient with him, and had taught him how to be in a relationship. Some days were harder than others but she did her best to try and ease your pain.

“I know it hasn’t been that long y/n, but Frank and I, even the kids, would do anything to see you smile again.” Said Maria, as she laced her fingers with yours.

You tried to give her a slight smile but immediately your eyes welled up with tears and streaked down your cheeks.

“I see him everywhere I go, every time I close my eyes, he’s there but I can’t touch him. My hand just floats through him! It’s so hard without him, Maria!” You sobbed.

She held you tightly against her as she bit back her tears.

“I know it is…ssshh, ssshhh, I know it is. I know you miss him, we all do, but we are always here for you.” She said, choking on her words.

You remembered when your grandfather passed away. The nurses told you that hearing was the last sense to leave the body so he could still hear you even if you didn’t think he could. And you remembered that in the ambulance on your way to the hospital with Billy.

Before he squeezed your hand for the last time, you whispered in his ear how much you loved him and told him he was the best thing to ever happen to you.

Then he was gone and you knew he wasn’t coming back. He died knowing he was loved which is all he ever wanted but you didn’t know if you would ever be able to process your grief. Everything was difficult. Getting out of bed, eating, taking care of yourself. It was all so painful.

Maria was still holding onto you when the doctor knocked and walked through the door. She had a kind smile and was very aware of the ordeal you had been through so her tone of voice was very gentle.

“Hi there, y/n. I’d ask you how you’re doing but I know the answer to that but I think I know why you haven’t been able to keep any food down lately.” She said.

You and Maria looked at her, very interested in what she was about to say.

“Your bloodwork came back and, well…you’re pregnant y/n.” She said with a warm smile.

As those words echoed inside your head, you suddenly became lightheaded and you were thankful that Maria was holding onto you because you could feel yourself starting to lean off of the exam table.

“I’m…pregnant?” You questioned. “A-are y-you sure? How can that be? I was on birth control.”

She shrugged. “Well you know it’s not always 100% effective. We should schedule you for an ultrasound so we know how far along you are.”

Maria cracked a smile as her tears went from sad to happy.

“Oh my god…” She said, stunned.

“Oh my god…” You replied, in return.

Billy didn’t leave you all alone after all but how were you going to do it without him?

A/N #2: I’d love to continue this, explore her grief a little more, past times with Billy, maybe the birth of the baby? What do you think?

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[tteokdoroki]

— “PANTY THIEF + BAKUGOU.”

author’s note(s): inspired by this fanart and everyone being horny on THE DASH !! dedicated to @honeykeigo n @lady-bakuhoe for enabling my horny behaviour ok ok. also this turned out longer than i expected so ,,, have fun?

warning(s): mdni, 18+, smut, dubcon, mentions of drinking, uhh sniffed and stolen panties, slight!exhibitionism, power play dynamics, fingering, pussy slaps uwu, fem!reader + pro hero!bakugou.

“y-you uh, you don’t haf’ta do this mishta—?“

“dynamight.”

“r-right, dy-ma-might!”

katsuki had rolled his eyes the first time you spoke to him, a sweet, darling little girl too drunk on whatever shitty alcohol you’d been served at the bar on friday night. you obviously didn’t drink much, maybe even drunk too much— the hero would tell by the way your eyes crossed with your legs as you walked and the fact that you couldn’t remember the right way to spell your own name and it was clear your friends were a bunch of assholes for abandoning their shit faced friend to find her own way home.

he hated, this part of the job but he’d have felt bad if the guy following you home had done something bad to you and besides— the way you pressed yourself to the explosive hero, breasts spilling out of your tight black dress, thick and juicy thighs exposed to the fresh night air makes the whole ordeal worth it. oh you’re so cute, got katsuki’s cock stirring in his pants— his baggy hero costume suddenly becoming way too fucking tight for his liking. you’ll pay him back, he knows that you will, all of his fans do in some way or another.

you’ll be special though, if the smell of your saccharine cunt is anything to go by. slick dripping down your shaky thighs while he guides you down the empty street, and of course you’d be attracted to him. bakugou will have to indulge in you; his reward for being such a gentleman, for being your hero. “this ish me,” you squeak when the pair of you arrive at the door to your apartment complex. your words are smooshed together by your own drunken haze while you unlock the door to let yourself in.

how rude of you, forgetting all about dynamight who’d basically saved your life tonight. without much of a fight, bakugou pushes you against the door, effectively keeping it closed, his eyes cloud over— a storm thick with lust as you look up at him so innocently he could break. “not gonna invite me up, sweet stuff?” he coos, amused at the shiver that runs laps down the base of your spine. your thighs jump apart only just, giving the hero an opportunity to shove his hand up your dress to cup your sweet little cunt.

“i— i didn’t know—“ your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, confusion etched so prettily across your face it makes bakugou want to bend you over and fill your hole to the brim. he’d save that for later though. “didn’t think you’d want to—“

the blonde growls, thick fingers easily finding your panties under that short dress of yours. the black lace is soaked to the bone, a sticky mess spreading across the digits that now pinch at your puffy clit. you jump and bakugou growls hungrily. “s’awfully rude don’cha think, sweet stuff? that’s okay though, i think you can reward me right fuckin’ here, don’chu?” a toothy smirk tugs at the hero’s lips when you dumbly nod in agreement, your body trembling from a mix of cold, neediness and excitement. “atta girl, spread those needy fuckin’ thighs for me then.”

you seem to have sobered up quickly, listening well for the hero that saved you and part your meaty thighs to let bakugou push your panties to the side and give him more access to your runny cunny. “p-please dynamight, d-do somethin,” comes your whiney voice as he lowers his to get a better view of your spread your pussy lips; he watches as your hole oozes just for him, desperate to filled and fucked. it’s too early for his cock, he needs to give you a taste of something else before you get drunk on him.

without warning, he pushes two of his expert fingers past your puckering entrance, immediately curling them in a come hither motion as his heated red eyes flicker up to watch your face. your ruby painted lips hang open in a silent moan while your fingers dig into bakugou’s shoulders so hard your nails form tears in his hero suit. “fuckin’ look atcha baby, barely even touched ya ‘n you’re already suckin’ down my fingers so greedily.” he snarls, sharp teeth coming down on your barley clothed breast.

bakugou’s thumb massages rough circles into your clit, pulling more honeyed cries from your lips as your eyes screw shut. “f-fuck, dynamight, need more of your touch, ‘m begging you please!” is all you can say, mindlessly babbling as you fail to keep yourself up right. the explosive pro hero steadies you with an arm wrapped around your waist, fingers curling again to explore more of your velvet walls.

“it’s katsuki, to you,” he barks out, using the arm around your waist to smack your sloppy cunt, the wet sound echoing across the street. “needy little thing, beggin’ me like this, who am i to deny your wishes?” bakugou grins, mercilessly scissoring his digits into your tight heat to stretch you wide open for him. he can’t believe his luck, the way you’re so pliant and responsive to him and him alone.

it’s too soon for him to be this addicted to your cute moans filling the crisp air but he can’t help himself, not when you clamp around his scarred fingers with every pump of them into your silken heat. not with the way your own fingers now curl in sun kissed blonde hair— pulling the hero upwards to suck on his bottom lip, followed by his tongue.

you cry out, the most beautiful sound katsuki’s every heard in all twenty years of living when his fingers press down hard on that gummy pleasure spot inside you, and like the good girl you are for him, you keep your shaky thighs open for him. “you’re such a good fuckin’ doll, letting me finger you out in the open like this, anyone could see us but you wouldn’t care, not when you’re creamin’ your panties for dynamight, right sweet thing?” bakugou’s lewd words go straight to your cunt, entangled with the squelching noises as he moves within you.

“yes! yes! wouldn’t care, don’ care...j-jus wanna cum for you, s-suki—fuck, please—“ you mewl into the night, doe eyes shimmering with tears as the knot in your lower tummy gets tighter and tighter until you can’t bare it anymore.

bakugou grins, curling his fingers once more to send you hurtling off of the edge. he can’t stop thinking about how soaked your little lace panties must be, about all the things he’s going to do with them once he gets them off of you.

“cum.” your pussy follows his orders for you, white flashing behind your eyes as a scream rips in your throat and shoots out into the quiet night. the knot in your stomach snaps, release splashing out against bakugou’s hand and hero suit— he makes you cum so hard you almost black out, a twitching mess in the hero’s arms.

when you finally come to, bakugou’s slurping your nectar off of his fingers, head cocked to the side as you shakily look up at him. “i, uh...t-thank you!” you breathe, blinking away the buzzing noise in the back of your head. “for...uh...”

you’re so cute, flushed with heat and slick dripping from between your legs. you obviously think that was a one time thing, but bakugou hasn’t finished cashing in his reward. the hero shakes his head, using a thumb and forefinger to tilt your own up to meet his ruby gaze. “give me your phone and take off your panties.” he orders, voice authoritative and never wavering— you’re confused, but don’t question him, just as a good girl should.

rooting around in your now discarded purse, you pull out and unlock your going for katsuki, who busies himself with your contacts. embarrassment crawls up your spine when you reach for your underwear, still wet with your arousal and release, you look to bakugou hesitantly. “do i have to—?”

“off.” he grunts, barely looking up from your device as you shimmy out of the lace garment and hand it to him. bakugou gives you the same evil smirk from earlier while you collect yourself against the door, sniffing the flimsily, wet material before shoving them into the pocket of his pants. his cock is hard as a fucking rock, but he’ll be able to deal with it appropriately after his patrol. “i’ll be keeping these. this is where we say g’night sweet stuff.”

the way you curl in on yourself, perhaps a bit humiliated at the idea of your panties being taken by the number two pro hero is adorable, and if he didn’t have patrol, katsuki would have eaten you up right then and there. “goodnight dynamight— i mean, k-katsuki, thank you for everything and h-have a safe night.” you squeak out quickly, moving to open the door again.

“not a problem, honey,” bakugou whispers with a lowered voice, pulling you in to swipe his tongue across your bottom lip, shoving his tongue down your throat in a kiss goodnight. “now get your cute ass upstairs, don’ want anyone to see your leaky cunt like this. that’s fuckin’ mine.”

you do as you’re told, bidding the hero one last farewell before dashing up the steps and into your apartment. your heart and mind race a thousand miles a minute, crazed with the fact that you had just been fingered to the best fucking orgasm of your life by the number two pro hero. you have to force yourself to shower, mapping out all of the spots that bakugou had touched you and growing giddy at the small burn marks he’d left against the inner workings of your thighs.

that night, or rather, early morning— you settle into the sheets, mind still plagued with thoughts of katsuki bakugou, when your phone pings with a text.

to: yn.

from: unknown.

— never got your name sweet stuff, care to tell me who’s name i’ll be moaning tonight?

( one attachment ).

your heartbeat thunders in your ears, familiar warm pooling between your legs yet again as you open the image— knowing that there can be only one person that it’s from. a quiet moan slips past your lips as the picture loads to reveal bakugou in your very same black lace panties from earlier— the slick from your release pressed up against his barely covered cock, while he jerks himself off, precum oozing from his blistering red tip.

you exhale, typing back your name and hitting send— thanking whatever higher power that lead katsuki bakugou to steal your fucking panties.

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OKOK idk if you've watched supergirl but if you know that one episode with kara and lena, where lena gets poisoned with cyanide and kara basically saves her life and gets all protective mode, can I PLSLSLSLS have that with poly!dickkory and ft. the titans 😁😁

I haven't watched much of Arrowverse (only s1e1 of Arrow lmao) so I didn't know what you're talking about and after watching this, I am in love with the idea also I can officially say THEY ARE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR (please tell me they get together??? I NEED THEM TO KISS PLEASE!!!!)

also this was kinda inspired by s4 of titans. No spoilers are mentioned per se but you can tell it was inspired by a specific scene involving the Titans. So possible spoilers are below!

CW: angst, poisoning, medical talk (ish???), Dick being worried, and Kory being the level-headed one, definitely not medically accurate.

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"Y/N?!"

"What happened?!"

"Someone call S.T.A.R Labs!"

The increased volume of voices filled the tight space of the RV as Dick carried your body in his arms, Kory following right behind. Your body was covered in a sheen of sweat, your chest rapidly rising up and down to keep your body alive.

Setting your body down, Dick got to work hooking you up to various monitors to track your vitals while Kory stroked your cheeks as a deep frown settled on her face.

"It's going to be alright, baby," she murmurs before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. You moaned lightly as your eyelids fluttered, eyes wheeling to find your loves standing next to you.

"Dick...Kory..." you muttered, reaching a shaky hand to run a hand through Kory's curls.

"We're right here, Y/N," Dick assured as he gives your free hand a squeeze. Your eyes burned as tears formed on your waterlilne.

"I'm s-sorry th-this happened," you sob, breaths coming out even faster. "I should of been more aware of what I was d-drink."

"Hey, hey, it's ok," Kory combs her hand through your hair as Dick rubs your body, her voice melodic over the cacophony of sounds that was occurring outside of the RV. "You could have never known your coffee was poisoned. Don't blame yourself for this."

"We love you so much, Y/N." Dick presses his lips to your cheek, kissing away the tears that flow down your cheeks. "Benard is on his way. We'll catch whoever did this, I guarantee it." You could practically see the old Dick coming out to play when he finds the person responsible for poisoning you and you gave him a small smile before you were interrupted by Benard storming into the RV with two doctors behind him, both carrying briefcases with them.

"Dick, Kory, I'm going to have to ask you to step outside for one moment. I promise that Y/N is in good hands."

Dick gulped, giving you one last longing look before taking Kory's hand and leading her outside of the RV. The other Titans were talking to members of S.T.A.R labs, filling them in on what occurred before their arrival.

Before Kory could say anything, Dick pulls her in, arms wrapping around her and pushing her close to his chest. He inhales her scent, feeling the anxiety leaving his body the more he leans into her embrace.

After a few moments, Kory pulls back and looks at him. "Grayson, Y/N is one of the strongest people we know. She's in good hands. I promise you that everything will be alright. But for now, let's just take this one step at a time. OK?"

He gives one jerky nod before wiping his eyes with his jacket sleeve. "I don't know what we would do without you, Kory." He gives her a soft smile. "I couldn't imagine my life without you two."