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[froggibus]

Mask Off - Stu Macher! Ghostface

Pairing: Stu Macher! Ghostface x f! reader

Genre: smut/NSFW (w a sprinkle of hurt/comfort cause, cmon guys, it’s me)

Word Count: 2k

Summary: at a party at Stu’s, the last thing you’re expecting is for the masked killer to save you from the man who tried to assault you, or for him to take his turn right after

CW: SA, murder, blood, knives, violence, standard Ghostface stuff, breath play, knife play, unprotected sex (make good choices), creampie, blood kink?, hints of a mask kink, degradation, lots of dirty talk, reader is referred to as a slut/whore, they fuck next to a dead body, established relationship, soft! Stu, Ghostface reveal

guys I just watched Scream 6 and I am so soft for Stu rn idek why. i usually don’t write stuff like this but the Scream movies are some of my favorites (def not cause me and the final girl have the same name…definitely not) and I’ve had HARD ghostface brain rot lately so…here’s this lol

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Sitting on the living room floor of your boyfriend’s house, half drunk and watching movies, everything feels right. Sure, there’s a psycho killer on the loose, and everyone in the house is technically breaking curfew, but you couldn’t care less. Even with Randy geeking out over the Jamie Lee horror movie playing on the tv, you can’t complain. 

The guy next to you on the floor, a couple more beers in than you are, shuffles closer. You side eye him, but don’t say anything. You find yourself looking for Stu—you know how jealous he can get. But your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. 

You take a deep breath and another chug of your beer, hoping to calm the nerves that have found their way into your stomach. You don’t like the idea of your boyfriend being MIA when there’s a killer around. 

Your nerves are shoved away when you feel a warm hand on your thigh. You turn to the guy next to you, who gives you a nod and a smirk. 

He must be an idiot, or not well versed in the politics of Woodsboro Seniors, or else he would know that he’s in your boyfriend's house, trying to feel you up. You roll your eyes, finish chugging your drink, and head upstairs to try to find your boyfriend. 

You don’t even hear the guy get up behind you. 

You duck into Stu’s room, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Not wanting to go back downstairs, you fall backwards onto his bed and relax into the sheets. They smell like him, and the scent is so comforting, it’s almost enough to put you to sleep. 

Almost. 

The door opens and you sit up instantly, expecting to find your boyfriend but disappointed to see the guy from earlier. 

“What do you want?” You squint at him. 

“You disappeared on me, baby.”

“Look, I don’t even know who you are, and clearly you don’t know me, or else you would know that this is my boyfriend’s house. And believe me when I say he’s the jealous type.”

He sits down on the bed, and you shuffle to the other side, drawing your knees to your chest. He seems to take that as a challenge, smirking even wider. 

“Your boyfriend never needs to know.”

“Get lost, dude.”

He’s on you in an instant, lips pressing against yours, body on top of yours. You shove him hard, but that only makes him lean in more. He’s so much bigger than you, so much stronger. The reality of your situation starts to set in, and you drive a knee into his groin. 

He groans, pulling back and slapping you hard. He squeezes your face, eyes angry. “Listen, slut, hit me again and the killer on the loose is the last thing you have to worry about. Do you understand?”

You go to bite his finger but he clamped his hand over your mouth. “Don’t you fucking dare.” 

He presses his hand down hard enough to keep you quiet, trailing his hand up your stomach. You squirm as his hand gets to your chest, still trying to deter him. 

Just as he slips his hand up your shirt, you see the cloaked figure behind him. You let out a gasp that he takes as you enjoying what he’s doing. 

You think it’s a prank, that someone is just trying to scare the people hooking up at the party. But the mask…the cloak…it’s all too real. And then you see the glint of silver and your blood runs cold. 

You want to scream and run away, but at the same time, you want the man on top of you to suffer. You want to hear the knife sink into him and you want to see his blood come pouring out. And with the way he’s touching you, you would rather die than have to tell Stu what happened. 

Not that he wouldn’t understand, but because you’re sure things would never be the same. 

The guy doesn’t even notice the figure approaching, doesn’t even notice the way you’re almost crying into his palm. The figure, that the news has dubbed Ghostface, tilts his head at you. 

You should be scared, you should be running, but you aren’t. Something about him, something about the way he’s looking at you, makes you feel almost safe. At least, safer than the guy currently forcing himself on you. 

He pulls his arm back, revealing the sharpened knife once more, before driving it into the back of the man on top of you. He spasms, blood dripping out of his mouth and down your neck. 

Ghostface doesn’t let up, though. He drives the knife in and out of him, penetrating his skin over and over and over. The sound of sharp metal against soft skin fills your ears, and warm blood covers you. 

Finally, the man goes limp, and Ghostface practically throws him off of the bed. He crawls on top of you, replacing the dead man. His body is warm on yours, and he smells like blood and an almost familiar cologne. 

He slides the flat end of the blade across your cheek, down your jaw and onto your throat. You suck in a breath, trying not to let your fear show. You can hear his breathing through the mask, and the feeling of the cold metal on your skin sends waves of arousal through you. 

You should probably consult a therapist on that, given you survive. 

He pulls the knife away from you, tucking it into his waistband. You squint. Isn’t he going to kill you? 

He lifts up his hands, and for a second you think he’s going to strangle you. But no, he does something that surprises you even more. He removes the mask. 

You gasp, covering your mouth in shock. You’re not sure who you were expecting, but it wasn’t your boyfriend. 

He tilts his head at you, giving you a lopsided grin. “Sorry, baby. I lost my temper.”

You nod slowly, the idea that Stu is the Ghostface killer not quite registering in your mind. He wipes blood off of your face, licking it off of his fingers. Something about the action is so erotic that it has you clenching your thighs. 

“I-I’m sorry,” your voice comes out strained. You’re not even sure what you’re apologizing for—for the guy who assaulted you or for your shock or for seeing him without his mask. 

He pushes the hair out of your face. “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head. You take a shaky breath, your heart pounding and your clit throbbing. 

His hand moves from your hair to your neck, squeezing gently. Stu was always fascinated with stuff like that—pain and breath play and knives. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t fascinate you, too. 

He kisses you, lips hungrily devouring yours. You can taste blood, but you’re not sure if it’s from his face or yours. His hand slides down your waist, bunching up the fabric of your t-shirt and sliding his hand under it. 

“Are you scared?” There’s a smirk on his lips, something dark in his eyes. 

“A little,” you admit. 

“Of me?”

“Not of you. Never of you.”

He just killed a man in front of you—on top of you—but you’ve never felt more safe. And that’s what scares you. Your own desires, your own fucked up thoughts and feelings. 

“You know I’d never let anything hurt you,” he taps his fingers on your throat. “I would never hurt you. You’re mine, and mine alone.”

You tug him to you by the collar of his cloak, shoving your lips against his. He smiles against you, tightening his grip on your throat. Not enough to hurt, just enough so that you can feel the pressure. 

He slides his hand into your pants, laughing at how wet your panties are. He rubs your clit through the fabric, moving his lips to suck and bite at your neck. 

“D’you want me, baby?”

You bite your lip and nod, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Please.”

He’s ripping your panties off and tugging his boxers down in an instant, pulling up his cloak just enough so that he has easy access. He rubs the head of his cock through your folds, gathering up your slick. He kisses you deeply just as he sinks his cock inside of you. 

You never get used to the stretch, the delicious feeling of him moulding your walls to the shape of his cock. 

He pulls out and thrusts back in, his cock going even deeper. You whine, throwing your head back. He laughs at your moans and keeps going, shoving into you at a brutal pace. You cry out in response, the moans falling out before you can stop them. 

His hand clamps over your mouth. “Shh, be quiet. Do you really want everyone to know how much of a slut you are for me? Do you want someone to walk in on you fucking the killer like a whore?”

His words only make you wetter, pussy clenching tighter around him. It only eggs him on more, his thrusts becoming harder and more forceful as he nears his high. 

“Mm, I forgot you like being my slut,” he laughs in your ear, gasping whenever you clench around him. “Fucking me in the bed of the guy I just killed for you?”

You hate how much his words turn you on, hate how they only push you further towards your climax. You dig your nails into his shoulders, bunching up the black fabric. 

He slams harder into you and you know he’s close. You wrap your arms around him, tugging him in closer. He thrust a few more times, movements sloppier, before his cock twitches and you’re filled with hot cum. 

The feeling of his cum pooling inside of you is enough to send you over the edge, leaving you a whimpering, shaking mess beneath him. 

He kisses your forehead, holding you closer to him. “As sexy as you look covered in blood, you should probably change.”

“What are you gonna do?”

He plants a sloppy kiss on your lips. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, ‘kay?”

You nod, rolling out of his arms and standing up on shaky legs. You’re covered in bed, your clothes absolutely soaked through. You head straight for the bathroom, soaking a cloth to wipe the blood from your skin. 

“Y/n,” he knocks gently, “I left some of my clothes out here for you to change into. Go through the window and head through the basement door—I don’t want you getting caught up in this.”

You change into his clothes, trying to ignore the light bruises on your throat and thighs. You love how his clothes fit on you, though. You love being claimed by him. 

You do as he says, sneaking through the basement door and pretending like you were just bringing up another case of beer. 

Randy turns his head to look at you, and for a minute you think that you’re caught. He’s going to say something about your disappearance and change of clothes. 

Instead, he just shakes his head at you. “Where’ve you been? You missed Basic Instinct!”

An arm wraps around your shoulder, the familiar cream coloured sweater draping over you. “She was just helping me get more beer,” Stu shrugs. 

Randy makes a face, but says nothing. He turns back to the tv, and Stu takes that as an opportunity to kiss your neck. “Just so you know,” his voice is barely a whisper in your ear, “I’m keeping the mask on next time.”

[theapangea]

Hanging on the Telephone

Lip Gallagher x innocent!reader

Part of the Every Little Touch Series

Summary: Phone sex with Lip Gallagher

W/C: 2k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI!!! Male and female masturbation

A/N: I know I've been MIA but here is a little Lip smut for making you wait so long you little pervs ;). This was a fun one to write and maybe there will be a part two to this story! This is part of my Every Little Touch Series with Lip x innocent!reader. My requests is currently closed but when it does open please feel free to suggest any ideas you have for this story or another one. Love you cuties!! <3

Finally you murmur, shuffling your snow covered boots through the carpeted floor. Struggling to strip your coat and shoes off at the same time. Trying to work quickly as the stale air of the house makes you start to sweat under your several layers.

Eyes sleepy, heavy, ready to collapse onto themselves as the coat and boots are soon forgotten about, taking the last several steps to your bed before plopping face first into the mattress. The plush blanket muffling your scream as you release all the built up stress from the stupid little day you are having. Though the scream seems not to be working.

Rolling over onto your back, arms laying delicately over your mid section. Eyes fixated on the ceiling, the weight on your shoulders grows heavy as the strain builds behind your eyes making it tougher to breathe. Cursing silently at your stupid, sad, pathetic fucking life. A small stream of tears trickle down your temples, squeezing your eyes sharply together, wishing everything and everyone away. 

Just need a little peace.

Just need a little release.

Taking a deep, slow breath as you let your mind wander. Rubbing your thighs together, the buzzing runs through your thoughts, suddenly landing on Lip. His causoled fingers running down your delicate skin. Absentmindedly touching the same spots he did while you continue to let your mind run wild. 

Breath hitches as your fingers grace the lining of your jeans. Arching your back as you imagine Lip placing small kisses down the side of your neck, a trail of wet warmth and deep bruising. Not really thinking much into what you are actually doing. But you missed his touch, even if you have only felt it once. Missed the way he made you feel, wanting to feel that way every single day of your life. Desperately wanting to feel that release again, wanting him to send you over the edge. 

The vibrating in your back pocket makes you jump from your skin. Almost as if someone has caught you in the act of thinking about the shared moment with Lip and what that would ultimately lead to. 

Lifting your hips in the air, your toes digging into the carpet as your hand struggles to grip the small device from the bottom of your pocket. The vibration is still buzzing, sending a quivering through your body. Finally pulling the device free, flipping the phone open to see Lip’s name displayed on the small screen and behind it a blurry picture you took of him on last year’s school trip to Cloud Gate (the big shiny bean in Chicago).

Instantly pushing the answer button and placing the phone to your ear. A half-whisper greeting escapes you as you wiggle your way to the top of your bed. Feeling a little embarrassed to be talking to Lip after you almost let yourself get off on the thought of him.

“Whatcha doing?’ Lip questions from the other end, you can hear the brush of smoke that hits the receiver.

“Currently,” Pausing for dramatic effect, “Succumbing to my self loathing, waiting for the universe to end it all.” You force out a life to make light of the situation.

His low chuckle as a response sends a shiver through your body, igniting the fire that grows between your legs. 

A smile lamenting itself firming onto your face. Lip has that effect on you, making this life feel a little less lonely. “And what might the famous Lip Gallagher be doing right now?” You ask, picking at the dirt underneath your nails. 

“Ya’know, just been thinking.”

“About what?” You inquire, hoping you already know the answer.

Stuttering over his words as he tries to form them into sentences, feeling a bump in his throat as he doesn’t know exactly how to say it, “Ab-about the other d-day…about you.”

Heat rises immediately to your cheeks, a full breath filling your lungs until they burn. A huge smile engulfing your features as you silently giggle to yourself. Happy beyond belief that he was thinking about you. 

“Yeah?” Is all you can muster to say as the air has fully exited your chest, leaving you laying there, basking in the bliss.

Carding a hand through his messy hair as he takes another drag of his cigarette. Lip’s body sprawled out over his bed as his voice hitches, “Can’t stop thinking about it.”

The words are music to your ears as you happily tap your feets against the soft comforter. He’s been thinking about you, thinking about what you both did together and he’s talking to you about it. 

“Have you been thinking about it?” He speaks softly into the phone, finally realizing that you have been silent a little too long.

“Maybe…” You’re a little embarrassed to admit it. Not because you didn’t want it to happen or that you are embarrassed of Lip in any way. You’ve just never been comfortable talking about any form of sex or pleasure before, especially talking about it with someone else. 

Another puff of smoke hits the receiver as you can hear Lip shift on the other end, “Any particular part?” He hums.

You’re hesitant at first, doing this stuff in person is one thing but having to talk about it is a whole other beast you’d never thought you’d have to overcome. But you want to talk about it with Lip, he makes you feel comfortable and wanted. He makes this experience way less scary than you had originally thought.

“Your hands,” You finally confess, the heat rising rapidly to your cheeks as you pull your legs to your chest, doing anything to hide.

He purrs against the receiver. “Where? Deep inside of you?”

“Lip.” You whine, embarrassed that he just said that out loud. He speaks about this stuff so plainly and bluntly that you almost don’t know how to act. Almost as if he gets a kick out of seeing you embarrassed.

“That’s exactly what I’ve been thinking about.” The words are heaven, laced in pure silk running perfectly over your body as the thought of Lip thinking about the way you felt under his grasp, the way his fingers curled expertly inside of you, the way you tasted, all innocent and pure. He can’t help not thinking about the way you relaxed under his touch and how he desperately wants to do it again. “Do you still feel that itch?”

The heat has not subsided yet from your cheeks as he keeps talking about it and you have to admit that the itch has truly never gone away. It was just in a deep little part of your brain, eagerly waiting for Lip to let it out. 

You hum as you stretch your legs out in front of you, squeezing your thighs together again.

“Like right now?”

Especially now.

“Are you going to do anything about it?” He questions. 

You huff, “I’m not really sure what to do.” You have to admit out loud which seems so silly at the moment. 

“It’s okay,” his tone is subtle, “‘member what I showed you?” 

Closing your eyes as his words whisper your mind into the amazing memory that you two share together. You could swear that you are currently there now, wrapped in Lip’s arms as he rubs your core into ecstasy. 

You hum against the phone, your tone is whiny as your other hand grabs at the rough fabric of your jeans. 

“Just touch yourself like that, tell me what you’re doing, how you’re feeling.” His voice calms you down.

Shaking your head as you murmur over the line, “Ok.”

Stumbling over your words as you struggle to take off your jeans while laying in bed, “I-I’m taking off m-my je-jeans…come on.” You angrily whisper to your jeans as you push them off.

Lip laughs on the other end at your struggle, able to picture you perfectly as the sounds of muffling come over the receiver. 

“I’m in my panties now.” You say to him.

He laughs again, this time more from the chest.

“Don’t laugh at me.” You whine, “I’m new to this.”

“Do you want me to talk instead?” He suggests.

“Yes, please,” You breathe a sigh of relief. Blessing that you won’t embarrass yourself any further. 

“One sec then,” Lip says before the phone goes silent. Jumping up quickly to rip off his shirt and jeans before grabbing the phone again, relaxing into the mattress. Lip’s hand is instantly on his cock when he gets back on the phone with you. “Ready.” He’s barely able to get out his words as his touch sends electricity through his body.

The pre-cum dripping slightly from his pulsing tip onto his stomach. He doesn't know how long he will last, his imagination has been getting him through the days, desperately wanting to touch every part of you, know every single detail.

You lightly breath out the word yeah, biting your lip in anticipation of what's to come next. 

“Slip your hand under your panties.” His almost demanding tone falls delicately on your ears. 

Your hand slips underneath your white, cotton panties. Fingers trailing over your mound, hesitant to touch too close to your burning center. A single whimper escapes you as you stop just short on meeting your needs.

“Good girl. Now touch that pretty little clit of yours for me.” Lip’s voice is paradise, guiding you on this journey of self-discovery. Begging, pleading for you to just slip your finger between your folds. 

The electric jolt of pleasure bursts through your body as your middle finger grazes over your sensitive nub. You whine heavily into the phone. Lip returns with a groan of his own, happily pleasuring himself, your whimpers are addicting as he strokes his aching cock. 

“How does it feel?” He purrs.

“Amazing.” Your chest falls as you sink a finger deeper between your folds, delicately teasing your entrance like Lip did before. Imagining that it’s his finger dipping graciously into your burning core. 

“But not as good as when I do it?” He questions, his words teasing you.

“Definitely not.” Grinding against your fingers, the confidence begins to trickle in as you try to talk dirty to him, “I wish it was you…touching me, your fingers deep inside of me.” Curling a finger into your dripping hole, struggling to accommodate your own finger this time. 

Adding more pressure to his grip as Lip’s hand falls down his length. Buckling his hips as he groans when you call his name, knowing that your holes are filled because of him. 

Lip’s name whispers from your mouth, between moans, whimper after whimper as he tells you to pick up speed, pumping your fingers deeper inside of your burning core. Back arching, fingers losing rhythm as you gasp one final time. White, hot flames filling your bloodstream as you scream Lip’s name into your empty room, cumming intensely onto your soaked fingers.

Lip follows you as he pumps faster and more rapidly as you say you’re picking up speed, face contorting into pure pleasure as one last pump sends him over the edge. The perfect white liquid shooting from his cock, landing onto his stomach. Stroking a couple more times as his breathes even out and a small laugh departs his lips

Your chest is heavy when the world starts to fall into place again. Cumming with you was absolutely the best sexual experience Lip has ever had.

The phone is quiet for a couple beats, neither of you knowing what to say or how to continue. 

And before either of you can continue a conversation, banging on the door from Lip’s end pulls you back to reality, “Lip, you're wastin’ all the minutes.” Fiona loudly calls from the other side of his locked door.

“Shit,” Lip curses from the other end, “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, ‘kay?” 

He hangs up with a quick goodbye.

And then it was reality staring you right in the face when you realized that you’d have to face Lip at school tomorrow. Fuck. 

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Pregnant | Harry Lewis

Hey girlies, here's a Harry oneshot for the W2S girls, requested by someone on Wattpad... Ik Whoetoshaw has alr done way longer + more in depth sort of oneshot for this so creds to her ofc. Here's a cute pic of Harry to prepare you tho:

Very fitting!!! Anyways: Content: Pregnancy scare, female hormones, 2k wordcout CW's: Pregnancy scares + mentions of abortion

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The two bright red lines glared up at me angrily. 

I couldn't believe it.

Slapping a hand to my mouth, I felt as though the life around me were distorting, those bright two lines indicating the new life forming in my stomach.

"Y/n? You all alright in there?" Georgia's voice called from outside the bathroom. I felt my hands shaking, I couldn't comprehend it was really true. Tears began burning in the corners of my eyes, distorting the dizzying LED's around me. There was commotion around me- a door slammed open, a familiar face with a look of horror as they looked at me- lay across the bathroom floor- I couldn't tell you what happened in the space of ten minutes, but before I knew it I was sat opposite Georgia in the kitchen- steaming mug of tea in my hands.

She looked at me sombrely, a hot mug in her hands as well.

"So, when are you gonna tell him?" She questioned, raising her mug for a sip. 

"Who?"

"Harry."

Oh God. I had to tell Harry. Boyfriend of five years, best friend, considerable soulmate.

And somehow the thought of telling him still made me pale inside.

We'd never talked about babies before... Pregnancy or even babysat for a friend! And having a baby meant a lot of responsibility we hadn't considered. We both had far too much on our plates. I had a nine-to-five, he had all of his YouTube biz, and we barely even had time or thought for holidays together, anymore.

"Soon." I gulped, palely.

...

"We're going out for drinks tonight- Mia and Faith coming along as well, you wanna come?" Harry mentioned casually,

"Oh, yeah sure I-" I choked on my breath as I remembered, coughing and burning my lungs as I hacked up a bit of inhaled saliva. Harry's hand found my back, slapping it as though he were trying to hit the cough out of me. "O-on other notes, I think I'll pass."

"You're not one to pass on meeting up with the girls, you got a bit extra work?" Harry questioned, face showing concern as he tried to read my expression.

I turned my back to him, facing the fridge to avoid eye contact as I responded dejectly. 

"Yeah." I spoke shortly. I could feel the burning in my lungs slowly sinking in my stomach and sitting like a volcano getting ready to erupt. Every morning, throwing up had been getting worse and worse. It felt as though no matter what I ate (or didn't eat) for dinner, every morning the sickness hit with the same knee-weakening magnitude. I was sure Harry was asleep most mornings when I threw my body over the toilet bowl, given I woke at 3am with the sickening urges. 

And I didn't want him to see me throw up all over the kitchen after missing out on an opportunity to see Faith and Mia again.

"You want me to stay? I don't mind staying in tonight if you wanna spend some time-"

"God's sake, shut up Harry." I snapped "Just go without me- I've never stopped you before, have I." 

An uncomfortable silence settled between us, tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. 

I didn't mean to shout at him- I don't know why I snapped. 

"S-sorry." He softly spoke, voice filled with downcasted sadness. His voice only made my heart ache more, and I turned to try and meet his eyes- babble an apology- but as I turned to try and meet his soothing blue eyes, I was instead met with the door closing behind me.

The pull on my heartstrings making the tears well in my eyes was clearly too close to the stomach- as I felt my inside swirling, bile building in my oesophagus.

Before I knew it I was back at the toilet bowl, hands clasped around the lid with my knuckles going white as I had whole body shakes. My eyes squeezed shut, throat burning as I coughed up residual acid that lingered in my throat, spitting out all that amalgamated, nauseating fluid in my mouth.

And then after the coughs, it all began dawning on me again.

No more going out for drinks.

No more spontaneous planning.

No more irresponsibility.

Those coughs began developing into dry heaves, tears trickling down my cheeks as my breathing became erratic, broken cries and raw sounds coming from a throat I couldn't even believe was my own. 

My body shook with each cry- weak and unstable- and only trembling more as I realised I wasn't just shaking myself. That tiny life form- a consequence of my carelessness- shook with me with each choked sob.

A vibration from my pocket was pulled out with quivering fingers, spotting Georgia's name.

I swiped on on the accept button, lips sealing together as I tried to zone into Georgia's voice.

"Hey girl, you doing alright?"

"M-maybe... Why, has s-something happened?"

"Not really, just wanted to know- have you told Harry yet or are you still-"

I felt that anger building inside me again. It wasn't her fucking problem- easy for her to pressure me- try and advise me and tell me I ought to tell him despite having zero fucking knowledge on what it feels like-

"GEORGIA, FUCK OFF I DON'T NEED THIS SHIT-" I threw the phone out of the bathroom door, hearing it hit one of the bedroom walls. "FUCK. OfF..."

My voice breaking was the last straw before I began losing it hysterically once more. My throat burnt as more acid crept up my oesophagus and found its way into the toilet, tears streaming down my face like a river now- chest rapidly rising and falling as I clutched at my head- everything making me light hearted.

The lights went off after that.

Pulling the pulley down, the lights went off. I didn't want to be seen. I want to see the reflection of a broken woman who I knew was myself. I cried in the dark instead of facing myself and what had happened.

Until I lay back flat against the cool tiles. I had gone through the motions. Dramatic sobs until there was no more liquid and I could only dry heave- to now- simply staring up at the ceiling, eyes tired and breathing steady with the exception of an occasional erratic choke. 

It could have been just a few minutes, or a few hours that I just lay there.

Head empty, stomach empty, body feeling completely light. As though I weren't even alive.

I felt like shit.

I shouldn't have snapped at Harry.

I shouldn't have shouted at Georgia.

I shouldn't have thrown my phone.

I'll tell him when he comes back, Georgia, I spoke internally. Promise. For you.

My mind flicked through the variety of ways he could respond to hearing it. Eventually I filtered it down to a few.

Best case scenario: He's too drunk to understand it and just falls asleep, unable to comprehend what I'd said.

Worst case scenario: He completely sobers up and tells me to leave. Get out, blocks me on everything, does everything in his power to never see me again. 

Of course, there were also a few alternatives:

Maybe he would start packing and get ready to spend the night at a friend's to sober up- not believing what he'd heard.

It was a possibility he might pass out from the news.

Or he could agree to support me, but only if I agree to abort it- him- her- whatever it was.

That final thought was sickening. I couldn't abort it. Of course - I physically could have it aborted... But I couldn't do that to something living. A part of me. I didn't like the thought of something growing inside of me- but that didn't mean I was going to be cruel enough to kill it. No matter how poorly Harry reacted.

A jangle of keys outside the door was enough to get me onto my feet- rushing back into the bedroom as I heard the front door opening.

"Y/n?" His voice called from the front room.

I jumped onto the bed, finding my phone and running my finger over the dent it had left in the wall. That would need fixing as well.

"Y/n? You around?" Harry's voice peeked around the door, finding me sat on the bed. Hands held in lap, phone clasped between shaking fingers. I looked at Harry's head, hair scruffy, and the smile on his face sincere. And the lack of redness in his eyes and cheeks gave me the impression he hadn't drank - or at least he hadn't drank much.

"You don't look like you've gone out." I commented on Harry's appearance. He smiled as he entered the bedroom, shutting his door behind him.

"Decided to skip." He responded, leaning his back against the door, holding a plastic baggie in his hands. 

You should tell him. The voice spoke in my head. I knew I should. And there was not better time than now to tell him. 

"I have something to tell you." "I have something to tell you."

I lowered my head and chucked slightly as the two of us let out laughs, our synchronisation amusing despite the fact it felt as though my heart were going to explode in my chest. 

"I'll go first," Harry offered, though I shook my head.

"No, I want to-"

"I can- I don't mind, I mean-"

"No, seriously, Harry. I've got something more... uhm, important."

I could feel tears welling in my eyes as I went. The dip in the bed and the heavy arm that made its way around my shoulder indicated Harry at my side. I couldn't hold it in as again, I felt a choked sob make its way from my lips.

"I'm pregnant, Harry-"

I cut myself off with another pathetic sob, my head burying into Harry's shoulder as he wrapped his other arm around me, cradling and rocking us back and forth. My head ached as I let myself cry onto his hoodie shoulder, my hands weakly grasping onto the soft material as the second batch of tears for the day slipped down my cheeks.

I wiped my nose, pulling away to look at my boyfriend after the worst of the sobbing was over, my tired red eyes meeting his own pacifying blue ones. 

"I know." He softly spoke, his lips curling up slightly with a small smile as he watched my expression drop to blank slate instantly. 

"W-what?" I stuttered, the words not resonating as I suddenly felt so light it were as though I weren't even there. His eyes curved into little crescents as he giggled. 

"I know, Y/n, I know, I know, I know." I closed my eyes, breathing in and out deeply, wanting to pinch my arm. Was I even awake? 

"Please explain what the hell is happening," I asked with a short laugh, still not really processing what was happening. 

"I figured, Y/n. After all the morning sickness-"

"I thought you were asleep during that?"

"I heard the end of your throwing up and toilet flush in the morning... I feel worse I always woke up too late to help you through it. But I noticed your morning sickness, not coming out to drink, the unusual mood changes..."

"Yeah, sorry for snapping at you." I chuckled, and he just rubbed my back. "So... what now?"

"Well, I went out and I got some things for us- sorry, for you." He pulled the plastic Tesco's bag from the side of the bed, digging through it. "I got you some Häagen-Dazs- the praline flavour because I know it's your favourite- and these flowers because Faith advised to get those on the phone- oh, and also-"

He pulled a fluffy piece of clothing and gestured for me to take it. I couldn't tell what exactly the item was, but as I pulled it apart, I realised it was a tiny little baby one-piece, so small it was barely the side of my head. 

It was perfect. He was perfect. My boyfriend, my baby daddy, My Harold. I felt as though I could cry again, but refrained as I turned to face Harry.

"So you're... okay with having a baby?"

"...Yeah." He began nodding his head in self-support. "We can do this."

"You aren't mad or anything?"

"Mad?" He looked aghast at the thought. "Bloody hell, no! I'm actually kind of... excited."

I couldn't believe it. A laugh fell from my lips, realising there wasn't any problems. That Harry was fine with all of it. And he supported it. Me. We were going to be fine.

"Fuck, I love you Harry."

He connected his lips with mine and I couldn't have felt happier as the fireworks in my stomach exploded, lips curling into a smile as I realised:

Maybe it was all gonna be okay.

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[vinndas]

I started it as a joke and i’ll do it for the bit… you have time until I hit 2k. But know I will (jokingly) judge you. Yes, I will draw the winning contender. Yes, this is for fun, don’t think too deeply into it…

[ghostchems]

the cardinal’s cure - terzo x female!reader

cardinal terzo notices you seem a bit stressed and he has the perfect solution.

author’s note: heavily inspired by @mardyart’s cardinal terzo art! about 2k words. 18+! mdni! this hit me like a brick. ao3 link. shout-out to @angellayercake who encouraged my craziness and also gave me some good ass ideas for this!

“Sorella… what is the matter, eh? Your face looks a bit… long.” 

Your eyes dart to hin, words immediately catching in your throat. Cardinal Terzo stands beside you, his immaculate black robes fitting his figure so well. For a moment, you forget how upset you were but it quickly comes flooding back when you see the concerned look on his face. His raven hair is neatly slicked back and the black paint around his eyes is sharp, the family’s signature white eye shining against the contrast. You fidget with your habit and turn away from him shyly.

“I’m okay, Cardinal. It’s nothing.” You continue collecting the dirty plates for breakfast, carefully putting them into the bin tucked under your arm. You’re not even sure if the cardinal even knows your name but you know he is still lingering behind you and you can feel his eyes on you. You always feel anxious whenever you’re in the same proximity as the Emeritus’ — the power they have in the clergy intimidates you and you’ve never really had any time alone with them. 

And they all have quite the reputation, especially Cardinal Terzo…

His gloved hand catches you by the arm and you nearly drop your bin, a small gasp drawing from your lips. 

“Please, let me help you feel better, mia cara. It would bring me great joy.” Terzo’s voice is as smooth as the leather glove that is holding on to your arm. 

“B-but my duties—“

“Non preoccupati.” His lips twitch into a grin. “Your Cardinale will take care of it.” Terzo’s grip on your arm tightens and he pulls you away from the dining area. You are able to think quickly enough to set your bin on a table on your way out but other than that, all rational thought is gone. 

You practically blink and you are in his lush office. The walls and carpets are all black with some gold and purple accent pieces throughout. He brings you to a purple velvet couch, easing you on to it as he takes a seat beside you. You are extremely aware of how impossibly close the two of you are, his knee pressing into yours.

“Now, Sorella, what is bothering you?” Terzo looks to you intently. 

“I-it’s really nothing.” You stammer as you try to get some space but he’s already so close it hardly does anything. “I-I’ve just been… getting in my own head lately. Stressing over things that I shouldn’t be stressed about.” You sigh and shake your head, wanting nothing more than to sink into the couch. He reaches for your hand and takes it gingerly in his, using his thumb to gently brush the back of it. The touch is extremely soothing and your eyes flutter up to his.

The look on his face is positively sinful. Terzo’s eyes are half-lidded and his lips are parted just enough that you can see his pink tongue and his fangs. He tilts his head at you slowly, then grins wickedly. You feel your cheeks redden and your eyes dart away from him.

“Mmm, sounds like you might need a little, eh… stress relief.” Terzo licks his lips as he slowly moves your hand and presses it against his hard cock through his robes. Noises leave your mouth that don’t resemble words, your cheeks on fire now. Was that what he had planned all along? Your thoughts are interrupted by his nose grazing yours, his hot breath ghosting over your lips. “We can help each other, Sorella.” He whispers huskily as he gazes into your eyes. 

Terzo leaves your hand on his erection and moves to cup your cheek, his fingers drifting along your jaw. His other hand moves to fondle your breasts through your habit and you feel his cock jump from underneath his robe. You’re at a loss for words, your mouth hanging open as he continues to touch you.

“Always so quiet, si? Always so focused on your tasks.” His lips graze your cheek but his eyes stay locked with yours. “I love to watch you, you know. So dutiful. So prim and proper. I’ve often thought of how my cock would look in that pretty little mouth of yours.” Terzo’s hands drift from your breasts down to your hips and then settle on your ass, giving it a harsh squeeze. You give a sharp gasp and you feel his cock jump again, your hand firmly pressing against it. 

“And you were so visibly upset today… I truly couldn’t help myself, cara. I needed you the moment I saw you.” His hips roll against your hand, his cock throbbing as he inches in closer to your face. “I’m going to fuck the stress out of you, Sorella.” Terzo sounds completely depraved, his voice low and raspy, and his lips quickly capture yours.

You whine quietly against his lips, melting into the kiss as his tongue licks into your mouth, the smoky cinnamon taste of him causing warmth to pool in your core. Everything he said is making you feel crazed; the fact that he has been watching you and wanting you — 

Your thoughts are interrupted by him breaking the kiss and his hands leaving your ass to move to his cassock, pulling apart the skirt to reveal his pants. He quickly tugs his belt off and unbuttons them, his leaking cock bouncing free.

“Go on, cara.” Terzo’s eyes flit to yours, his pupils blown so wide you can hardly make out the colors of them. You timidly shift to your knees on the couch, your hand moving to grasp at the base as your mouth hovers his leaking head. He growls and grabs you by the top of your habit, forcing your mouth around his throbbing length. 

It hits the back of your throat and you immediately gag, drool spilling from your lips as you give a soft groan. You try to situate yourself but he is relentless, his hand fisted in your habit as he moves you up and down his length. Your nails dig into the fabric of his pants as he fucks your face, his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly making you gag and moan around him. You look up at him through wet lashes, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Satanas.” Terzo chokes out and you can feel his legs tremble beneath you. “It’s e-even better, a-ah… than I could h-have imagined.” He roughly pulls you completely off his cock, a string of spittle connecting your mouth and the tip. You draw in a sharp breath quickly before he’s maneuvering you again. He forces you to your feet and roughly moves you behind the couch, bending you over the back of it. He hikes up your habit and exposes your ass to him, his gloved fingers drifting over the lacy fabric of your panties.

“Do you want this, Sorella?” Terzo purrs as his fingers dip between your legs to press into the already damp fabric. “Do you want me to fuck the stress away?” He removes his fingers and presses his cock against you.

“Y-yes.” You gasp as you push yourself back against his cock. “Yes p-please, Cardinal.” He chuckles darkly behind you and pushes your underwear to the side. 

“Ah, not so quiet anymore, eh?” Terzo growls and grips your hips, his cock pressing against your entrance. “Cara, I am going to make you scream.” He thrusts into you without warning and you cry out, your hands grasping for the couch to steady yourself. The pain is quickly replaced with deep pleasure as he bottoms out and holds himself inside you for a moment. His one hand tightens his grip on your hip with bruising strength and his other splays out on your back, holding you down.

“So tight for your Cardinale.” He hisses then snaps his hips again, even harder this time. The couch wobbles and the sound of the legs scratching against the ground almost drowns out your sob. Terzo works up to a ferocious pace, his cock slamming into you with such force that the couch continues to move across the floor. Your mouth hangs open, drool still spilling out of it as moans spill from your lips.

His cock fills you up in a way you’ve never felt before, your walls clenching around him with each thrust as he drills so deep inside you. Your toes curl in your shoes and you give out a long, deep moan. Terzo removes his hand from your hip only to bring it down hard on your asscheek.

“Fuck!” You gasp as your body lurches from the spanking.

“You like that, cara?” Terzo growls and brings his hand down on your ass again. “Tell your Cardinale that you like it.”

“F-feels so good, Cardinale.” You whine, your nails digging into the couch fabric as he spanks you again and again. Deep moans rumble up from his chest while his thrusts grow more erratic. The wet sounds of him pumping in and out of you fill the room and you push back against him with each thrust. 

The hand on your back moves to grab you by the throat and tugs you so that your back is pressed against his chest. He breathes raggedly against your ear and he squeezes your throat. You can’t help but make a soft squeak, your hands flailing to grip onto his wrist as he pounds into you. His other hand slips down between your legs and he swipes his thumb roughly against your clit.

“A-ah! Terzo!” You choke out, your legs trembling as you feel the tension rise inside you.

“We must cum together, Sorella. We must invoke Him.” His voice is harsh in your ear and he bites at your earlobe. Your back arches against his chest as he starts to swipe his fingers against your clit in time with each bruising thrust. It’s becoming so much for you and you’re hardly hanging on as it is but what sets you over the edge is how he sinks his teeth sharp into your shoulder through your habit.

You scream. You’ve never screamed so loudly during sex. He snarls into your shoulder as his orgasm hits him, his hot seed spilling inside you while he rides through his and your climax. Your trembling so much, your head tipping back against him and your eyes squeezing shut as the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt crashed over you.

Your legs finally give out and Terzo is quick to grab you, moving you over the back of the couch and plops you down on the cushion. He hums contently as he tucks his cock away in his pants and walks around the couch to join you. You feel like you’re seeing stars, your head spinning as he sits down between your legs and hovers over you.

“So?” He grins darkly and runs his hands up and down your hips, sending shivers through your body. “No more stress?” 

“For now.” You whisper and give him a knowing look as you squirm beneath him. Terzo’s face lights up and he sinks down on top of you, pinning you down with his weight. His hand brushes your flushed cheek.

“Well, you’ll just have to find me if it gets to be too much again, si? My door is always open.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips. “But if I find out that you’re feeling down and you don’t come to your Cardinale, well…” Terzo’s voice drifts off and your cheeks immediately flush and you feel a tinge between your legs. “I’ll just have to cum on that pretty little face of yours.” 

[finniestoncrane]

Congrats on 2k Finnie!!! Can’t wait to go to the movies fr (cinema is my life) 💯💯 Can I get a ticket (Gotham Zsasz) for the front row of an action movie? For snacks I’m gonna get some fruit juice, cocktail, and a side of ranch. Thanks sm dude, u are the GOAT 🙌🙌🔥🔥

thank you mia ;-; i've got some disgustingly soft zsasz coming at you, softer than the ice cream he eats after his gorier hits 💚🩷 cw: injury, blood, healing wounds, fluff 🔞minors dni🔞 send a request • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2k (to follow or to block)

As your fingertips held his arm, Victor flinched. There was something more tender in the way you touched him now. Before, when you had been rushing to stop the bleeding, doing your best to make sure the bullet had only grazed the skin of his arm, you were rougher, panicked. Now, as you attempted to clean the wound and stitch it up, your touch was sympathetic, which was foreign to him.

When you pulled back, afraid that the sudden tightness of his muscles was due to pain, he was quick to assuage the concerns that were written over your face.

"Sorry, usually any kind of physical contact is... well people aren't exactly lining up to give me a hug. I'm not used to a softer touch. I almost prefer it if things hurt."

With a grin, you tried to placate him, while hiding the your worries, the overwhelming sympathy you felt for him, so starved of any kind of gentle affection.

"And who said this wasn't going to hurt?"

He winced at the pain, but tolerated it, like he always did. At least you were somewhat used to this now. And at least he let you take care of him. For so long that had been a battle of it's own, but now the trust was there. He trusted you, finally. Enough to let some of your more gentle touches linger.

More than linger, in fact, as he took hold of your hand while you cleaned the wound and stitched him up. The grip was firm, but casual. It wasn't an attempt to squeeze some of the pain out, rather a simple desire for comfort that he couldn't help but act on.

"You need rest now, Victor. Will we be safe enough here?"

Victor considered that question. Usually, he felt safe on a surface level, never deep down. Not even here, in his latest safe house. But there was something about you, the way you cared, the way that trusting you so far hadn't been a bad thing.

"I think so. As long as you keep an eye out."

The faith he was willing to put in you made you smile, and you nodded, opening your arms instinctively and holding in the surprised gasp as he leaned into your embrace, feeling safe enough to fall asleep beside you.

[ellieeatsnot]

How long have you been pvrg1ng.How much.How often. How did you found it. What triggered you to do so.

i taught myself to p// over the month of sept. i tried at the start of my ed 3 years ago and it just never worked. but then this summer i was determined after dealing with some crazy ass like 5k+ cal binges after hitting my lw.

i guess you could say i’ve officially been p//ing for almost a month, maybe two if you wanna include the failed attempts.

in the last two weeks i’ve p// nearly every single day. 1-3 times a day. usually because i binged 2k+ cals in one sitting. i cannot and don’t know how people can p// with just one bite of food or one normal meal. i tried and i couldn’t get a thing up.

i really really hate mia with a burning passion which is why i am risking weight gain to get rid of it. the sooner i get rid of mia the quicker and stronger i can return to restricting.

[teamfreewill-imagine]

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Fifty-Nine

Summary: Austin is hit by a storm and you distract yourself with a Q&A with your followers. Your pregnancy is coming to an end as Jensen, Danneel, and the kids come to visit. Words: 2k + instagram stories Jared x Reader x Gen Warnings: pregnancy, mild angst

I Know Your Wife Masterpost

When the storm hit, you had to work extra hard not to completely freak out.

You were supposed to be going to your 18 week scan, hopefully finally finding out whether you were having girls or boys seeing as they’d remained stubbornly in the wrong position throughout the 16 week checkup, but obviously you weren’t able to get there due to the road conditions.

A pipe burst in the house, flooding the floor of what was supposed to be the twins’ nursery and caving in some of the ceiling underneath, and both Jared and Gen insisted that you didn’t help with the cleanup so that you didn’t cause yourself any unnecessary stress at that time.

You had no power or internet connection, so you couldn’t stream, or even call your parents to check in, and it was absolutely freezing outside of the house so searching for connection elsewhere was out of the question. The only real positive of the situation was watching the kids and the dogs play in the snow once it was safe to go outside.

Almost as swiftly as the storm arrived and caused havoc, it was over. The sun came out, the snow melted away and, apart from the future nursery’s water damage, everything went back to normal.

When you eventually got back from your rearranged scan, you decided to hold a little Instagram stories Q&A as you’d been MIA during the whole storm.

You wanted to get back in touch with your followers, especially seeing as Gen was so active and, frankly, making you look bad.

You posted the ‘Ask me anything’ to your story and were shocked at how fast questions started coming in. You found a show to watch in the background while everybody was out before properly settling in to answer some questions.

By the time you'd answered most of the more frequently asked questions, everyone else had returned from their walk.

Bailey was clearly exhausted, walking straight over to you in the living room and flopping down at your feet.

"Did they wear you out, baby?" you asked, scratching between her ears. "You'd always be home with me if you had the choice, huh?"

“She had fun,” Tom told you, coming to sit beside you.

You put your arm over his shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

“Did you?” you asked him.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, leaning against you. “Did you have a good afternoon?”

“I’ve been super lazy,” you admitted, earning a laugh from Genevieve as she walked in.

She leaned in to kiss the top of your head before sitting down on the other end of the couch.

“You’ve got babies to grow, you’re doing your best,” she reminded you.

“I’ve been watching Glee and posting on instagram,” you deadpanned, earning another laugh which made you crack into a smile.

Dallas came in at a run, giggling as Shep chased behind her, Jared following with an exasperated smile.

“Thanks,” you told him as he handed you a lemonade.

You took a sip, offering some to Tom before resting it down.

“No worries,” he told you, picking up the remote control as he sat down.

He stopped the box set and put on a movie that the kids would enjoy, the six of you settling in to watch in a comfortable silence.

*****

Everything continued as normal.

Your time was split between parenting, dog-walking, and streaming - your viewership still growing steadily. You were still in contact with the game production team, spending a few days in the studio to record your sound between scans and all of your other commitments.

By June 30th you were officially the most pregnant you had ever been, and you could absolutely feel it. Your date schedule had stayed in place up until you hit 35 weeks in your pregnancy, your body too tired for any other activities while carrying two healthy babies.

Getting out of bed was a struggle, your belly was so heavy and stretched tight. Your back and boobs had been aching for what felt like months now, and by this point you realised you couldn’t focus on anything for an extended period of time. You sent out a tweet to your followers, joking about going on maternity leave as you couldn’t sit and stream for hours on end anymore.

All of your scans had been positive, and you’d been talking about names for the past couple of weeks. After Dallas came early, you tried to get that conversation going earlier on than in your last pregnancy, which was reassuring as you entered the last few weeks as you felt like you could bond with your babies a bit easier, using the names you’d shortlisted.

You were sat in the nursery which had been complete a few months now, in the same rocking chair that you had in Dallas’ nursery in Vancouver, while you called your parents for your regularly scheduled catch up. 

“I’d stand up and show off the bump but honestly I’d rather die,” you jibed, and Danneel laughed while Jensen rolled his eyes,

“I remember that feeling,” Danneel sympathised. 

“We’ll be down in a couple days anyway,” Jensen reminded you, and you smiled.

“I can’t believe you’ve nearly been my parents for four years,” you mused, knowing they were coming down to celebrate your adoption anniversary. 

“I’ve been your dad for nearly five if we’re honest,” Jensen commented.

“I meant officially,” you laughed, “but you’re right. I can’t wait to see you guys, it’s been too long.”

“I kinda thought the twins would be born by the time we got down,” Danneel admitted. “I was hoping I’d get snuggles.”

You matched her wistful smile.

“We’ll be down for a week,” your father reminded both of you. “A lot can happen in a week.”

“That’s true,” you agreed. “When I found out I was pregnant, I was hoping to go full 40 this time, but now we’re over 37 weeks and I’m just about ready to actually burst.”

You sighed, running a hand over your bump. 

“Not to sound uncharacteristically optimistic, but I think I’m ready for them to come now.”

“I for one would not complain if I got to have grandpa cuddles on our trip down,” Jensen chimed in. “And I’m sure JJ and our twins would be pumped to meet them.”

“We’ll see,” you smiled. “If they’re as stubborn and contrary as me, they’ll probably stay in for weeks now that I’ve admitted I’m ready.” 

They smiled fondly, and you bit your lip as you considered your next words. 

“I know it’s late, but-”

“She’s still up,” Danneel told you before you could even finish your thought. “We put her to bed but made the error of telling her we were about to call you.”

“I’ll get her,” Jensen told you, getting to his feet to go and retrieve your sister.

“She asks about you every day, you know?” Danneel told you. “Always asking about Dallas and the babies, too.”

Your heart fluttered at her words. 

“It’s been so weird doing it all without you guys around,” you admitted. “Jared and Gen have been great, it’s just so different from last time.”

She smiled sadly.

“Two days, sweetie,” she reminded you. “We’ll all be reunited again. You can show off the cute new nursery in person.”

You nodded, grinning as you heard Jensen and JJ coming down the stairs.

“I can’t wait.”

*****

“Are you sure you’re good to drive?” Gen asked as you grabbed your keys on Friday afternoon.

“I’m good,” you promised, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek as Jared picked up his keys as well. “There’s five of them to pick up, plus their luggage. Two cars makes sense.”

“I don’t think she’ll spend another second sat here when she knows they’re in the city,” Jared reasoned, bending down to help Dallas into her shoes. “Neither of them will.”

“We’re seein’ Grandpa,” Dallas told him proudly, getting to her feet and taking your hand.

“Yeah we are,” you smiled, looking back at an unconvinced Genevieve. “Babe, I’m fine. If my water breaks I’ll already be in the car anyway, easier to get to the hospital.”

Her mouth dropped open in shock and Jared ushered you and your daughter out of the door before she could stop you.

“She’s kidding,” he told his wife, wrapping his arms around her as you and Dallas got into your car. “We’ll be fine. Just picking them up from the airport, we’ll be right back.”

“Make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid,” Gen murmured, pulling him down for a kiss. “No lifting things.”

“She can barely put her clothes on herself, she’s not lifting anything,” he promised, pulling back and stepping outside. “We’ll see you soon.”

*****

You rubbed at the small of your back as you waited at the arrivals gate, Jared with Dallas on his shoulders as you scanned the crowd for your parents and siblings.

“Do you want to go and sit?” Jared asked, looking down at you in concern.

You shook your head, breathing carefully as you stretched your back out.

“I can sit when we get home,” you reminded him. “I’ve missed them, can’t wait another second longer than I need to.”

He huffed a small laugh, and you looked up at him, wrapping an arm around his waist.

“I appreciate you doing this,” you told him, quiet enough that your daughter wouldn’t hear. “After everything with The Winchesters-”

“They’re your parents,” he replied, meeting your gaze. “It hurt but I can’t hold a grudge, not when they’re such a big part of your life, of our daughter’s life.”

You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, grateful that he was able to consider it water under the bridge for the benefit of you and Dallas. It had come as a surprise to both of you when Jensen had made the post earlier that week, and Jared had taken it considerably harder than you had, but knowing how important your relationship with your parents was to you, he’d been able to push it to the side.

“Grandpa!”

Dallas’ shout and light tug on Jared’s hair grabbed both of your attention, and you looked over to see your family making their way through the crowd.

Dallas scrambled to get down and Jared laughed as he helped her, putting her down in front of him but holding her shoulders so she didn’t run off until they got closer.

Jensen broke out into a little jog and Jared let her run to him, both of you watching with fond smiles as he picked your daughter up under her arms and span her around.

“Surprised you’re not running too,” Jared joked, and you looked down at your bump.

“I would be if these guys weren’t in the way,” you grumbled, grinning as JJ came running up to you.

“Don’t pick me up,” she reminded you as she wrapped her arms around you, and you laughed as you held her against you.

“You’re getting too big anyway,” you told her, smiling at Danneel as she finally reached you with the twins and bags in tow.

“I thought you were joking when you said you’re ready to burst,” she told you, letting the twins run to you as she hugged Jared. “Good to see you.”

Jared smiled as he hugged back before crouching to greet the kids as Jensen came over with Dallas on his hip.

“Nonna,” Dallas giggled, reaching for Danneel.

“Hey baby girl,” she smiled, taking her from her husband so he could give you a hug.

You hugged him tight - well, as tight as you could with two babies in the way.

“Let’s get you home, we can catch up there,” he told you, picking up his bags.

Jared grabbed Danneel’s bag and you and Danneel took two kids each as you made your way back out to the cars.

“I’ve missed you,” JJ admitted, squeezing your hand.

You squeezed back before letting go to find your keys in your pocket.

“It’s been too long,” you agreed, unlocking your car and helping Zep into his car seat. “I hope we never have to leave it this long again.”

[captainaikus]

I AM BACK!!!!!!! And idk if you saw the post I tagged you in explaining and apologizing tumblrs being wonky again because I didn’t see that bachisagi post you tagged me in on your main until I was scrolling through and catching up just now. I have been swamped with juggling school staring again, family, and that friend stuff I told you abt. And the only free time I’ve had is watching TR. I HAVENT EVEN WATCHED THE LATEST BLLK EPISODE YET AND I WANNA SOB BECAUSE ITS THE POST-BACHISAGI BREAKUP EP 😭😭😭. I’ve just had no energy at the end of the day and every time I think I finally have time to respond back to you something always comes up and I wanna tear my hair out. I PROMISE I HAVENT BEEN IGNORING YOU LOVE. But I understand if you’re upset at me and I’m sorry Belle.

I was furious like my blood was boiling when I saw your fic got flagged down. Like what is wrong with people??? Can you not just let other people be and keep your negativity to yourself??? Just because you’re falling doesn’t mean you have to drag others with you asshole. Seriously. You did not deserve that and being so angry and upset over it (with it happening AGAIN and it not even being the FIRST time unwarranted) is completely understandable, I’d be pissed too. I still am actually. It’s so frustrating working so hard on something and then getting pointless hate for it like get a life and stay away from me. 😤😤😒

On another note, I have been getting SO MUCH Tokyo Revengers content the past few days and that has been my only relief from this hectic week. Im being fed so well girl. New episodes every Saturday with my favorite arc being animated, the new character book, new official arts, AND SO MUCH MORE AFJHFFHJGHINH. Also I’m so sorry I missed your event 😭😭😭. You even extended it and I had so many asks saved too 🥲🥲. But I didn’t wanna just demand stuff without explaining where I’d been because I’m not an ass like that but every time I started drafting something for you (not for the event) I’d get interrupted 😒😒. *sighs heavily*

IVE BEEN READING YOUR EVENT ASKS CAUSE I JUST GOT OUT OF CLASS AND ASDFJJGFFHHGFKJ THEYRE ALL SO GOOD BELLE 😭😭. I love them all so freaking much (esp the Bachira ones 👀😌✨) and I’m sad I couldn’t participate but hopefully next time. BUT DONT WORRY IM ALREADY DRAFTING AN ASK FOR THE MATCHUP EVENT THERES NO WAY IM MISSING THAT 😤😤.

CONGRATULATIONS ON 1.9K BELLE IM SO FREAKING PROUD OF YOU LOVE!!!!! 🥹😭❤️ Your numbers keep climbing so fast and it’ll only be a matter of time before you hit 2k 😌😌. Also I’m so glad you’re getting support from new people too and how they’re all loving your works it’s so heartwarming to see and read and really a testament to how far you r come. Be proud of yourself because no matter how much hate you get you’re still continuing to do amazing love ❤️❤️❤️.

I really am sorry for going MIA for a bit there and I understand if you’re upset with me. How’ve you been irl btw?? Uni going well I hope? How’s gym? Has your break ended yet? Go on and vent if you need to love!! Update me on your life because I truly do want to know how’re you’re doing yknow?? Remember to take breaks and take care of yourself love!!! Eat something and drink a glass of water if you haven’t today!!! *sending all the virtual hugs because I missed you and I’m sorry*

p.s. no asks on the way soon 👀🫡

- ✨ anon

Starry!! Ofc I’m not upset with you! You’re usually very active on my blog, so I figured something must’ve come up cause you were away. I wanted to drop in your askbox; but I could find it so I decided to tag you in my posts instead to see if you’re doing alright and you’re doing well so I’m relieved <3

Tumblr has been acting wonky :/ - literally. I had to write to staff about my posts not showing up in the tags and all they did was delete it?

I figured since it was taking so long, I might as well just shift to ao3 and my work has been good so far - working on a yandere rin wip and I’m about 2k words in but since Uni and work keeps getting in the way, i can’t finish it as fast. But. Ik for the fact that this’ll be worth the wait cause. You’ll see 😏

As for my works getting flagged down, it is an inconvenience, but with every work that does get flagged down - people on the other side of the screen are just proving the fact that they can’t keep up with my writing or the fact that my content is well received and I get mostly healthy interactions. I was pretty angry with it, but then I just decided to take it to ao3 instead and I had been thinking about this for months. I take that this was a sign that I should do it and not leave it as a plan cause tumblr has turned toxic over a period of time, among authors and readers alike. So why not minimize the trouble for everyone go somewhere better? Ao3 had really good content;

More plot leaning and good story lines with occasional smut, and both sides are really chilled out. Plus another thing that disappoints me about tumblr is that smut sells really fast here and even Twitter links get more likes than actual writing. And after thinking over it for a while - I realized that my writings are more to do with things human along with lust than just purely writing about lust yk? So in short, my work isn’t meant for tumblr. And I’m not a very interactive author either - I don’t reblog much works and neither do I have any author I can personally recommend cause I stopped reading fanfics here about 2 years ago and I don’t even check the tags anymore since then, only to see if my work showed up or not. but anyway- i made my moveout official still gonna answer asks and host events here tho - and talk to anyone about stuff in general

now talking about tokyo rev, super happy about the new season coming out and honestly? this is the fastest i've seen them make it cause JJBA fans- ykw i'm talking about. Had to wait so long just for stone ocean part 2 to come out And i'm really looking forward to watching vinland saga (cause that's out and istg - canute is such a pretty boy, this is that one anime that made me cry cause Askeladd. nvm I don't wanna give spoilers) AND YES! you did make it to the matchup event !! (i got your ask) as for the character ask i had fun with it as well - Some of the highlight questions I liked; one of them was a question for Rin, asking if (y/n) was single? and istg the way i laughed cause the way he would have a look on his face after that, Bachira is a ray of sunshine to have - such a cutie (>///<) [take your time on working starry! There’s not rush! Ik how annoying it is to get interrupted when you’re writing something] And tysm for your kind words !! Seriously though I should be thanking you guys for giving me your support esp you starry - cause you were one of the first anons along with blue to actually make a convo on my blog and it kinda made other people wanna talk as well (҂ ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ) And no! I'm not upset with you! I knew something was maybe up cause you're never usually gone this long - And you can come to my blog anytime you want - to rant, ask for advice or just talk anything 'kay? ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა As for uni, its on full throttle - *sigh* so much work to do but I'm working on it a little everyday and getting things done as soon as possible. but the cold is making me so drowsy to function. I cut my hair shorter too, its an undercut with a pixie so now i look like a fem ver of corpse - And i re-watched some of my old animes - like i had the urge to watch devilman crybaby this week and i did. the only reason i watched that anime was cause of the clip i saw of Akira's... on the ceiling... (ikyk), rewatched death note - cause i wanted to see L and honestly L is THE emo king. (yeah i had a whole emo phase before turning into a dark academia/ classic aesthetic gal -) and alot of people are getting into tokyo ghoul - *finished the whole manga collection at the age of 14* As for gym... story time. I was busy lifting weights and this man. he is muscular sure, got bulging biceps and a lean body and yet. he had the audacity to chase me out of my corner in the gym and take it instead to lift his weights. He looked at me dead in the eye and gave me the meanest look possible. I couldn't take him seriously cause... he was shorter than me... *not size shaming i swear but when you look at me like that - i can't take you seriously* Me : I do not care if you're more macho than me, I will throw you across the gym, you tiny tiny man. And I just finished another whole bottle of water - hope you’re doing well starry! *sending hugs back*

[averysexyleon]

2k hits Boys! Thank you so much for the love. I love you all and love how busy this story has kept me. So much good stuff to come... If you're looking for a void filler that respects the games lore and also builds a colorful portrait of what scraps we got, MIGHT I SUGGEST IT

Rating:Mature

Archive Warning:No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:M/M

Fandom:Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Relationship:Karl Heisenberg/Ethan Winters

Characters:Karl Heisenberg-Ethan Winters-Mother Miranda-Donna Beneviento-Mia Winters

Additional Tags:

Karl Heisenberg Lives

Protective Karl Heisenberg

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Language:English

Stats:

Published:2023-03-0

Updated:2023-03-14

Words:69080Chapters:28/?Comments:114

Kudos:76

Bookmarks:17Hits:2000

Winters and the Beast

averysexyleon (silusaugustus)

Summary:

Two months have passed since Chris Redfield destroyed the village. In those two months, Karl Heisenberg mysteriously resurrected Ethan and stole his daughter for him. Miranda is a lingering threat, Eveline holds on to her hatred, as Ethan comes into his power. It's a Beauty and the Beast version of Karl and Ethan's relationship the second time they are around. Both men learn more about the Mold, as well as the meaning of love after death. Expect fluff, smut, slow burn, action, adventure, horror, mystery and more.

Karl on the cover image by Direwrath (https://direwrath.tumblr.com/)

[aomineavenue]

I suddenly forgot how to breathe?? This is real??? What??? What did I do??? Bro 😭😭😭😭 thank you guys so much gaisgsjgshss i'll maybe do a 2k special when I'm feeling much better but for now, please accept my love😭💙

[romiantic]

good morning to everyone and my 1.9k followers 😮 no long message (that’ll be for 2k when I’m crying on the dash) BUT THANK YOU SO FREAKING MUCH FOR 1.9K + BEING 100 AWAY FROM 2K

thank you to all who’s been sticking beside me since day one + the ones who recently just followed me. thank you & I love youuuuuuu 💕💕💕💕

[fuckingyrs]

100 fics recommendation list!

today i hit 100 followers here on tumblr! i’ve had this account for over a year and a half, and i never really thought it would go anywhere when i made it. i really only made it because i had spent a very long time filling up my main tumblr with rwrb content that i had a feeling my irls who followed me where probably getting bored with the lack of variety. so i made this account and now rarely use my original.

in celebration of hitting 100 followers, i felt like it would be amazing to recommend 100 of my favorite rwrb fics! this is a long post so hold on!

warning: there are over 1500 fics in this fandom, i could not possibly get to all my favorite fics into one list.

key: [general tag, rating*, word count, chapter count]

* G - general audience, T - Teen and Up audience, M - mature, E - explicit; only for adults

first: my own fics. i have seventeen rwrb fics, sixteen of which are completed and one being posted as it’s written. i started posting rwrb fic may 1, 2020 and still do to this day.

elleterates

a different kind of feeling [Junora + Pez, G, 980, 1/1]

a long walk to london [Childhood Friends to Lovers au, G, 11k, 1/1]

growing up and going home [Alex & Ellen - Moving Out, G, 969, 1/1]

it’s quiet in the world tonight. [Kid fic, G, 3k, 1/1]

we've ridden the stars (seen everything from satarn to mars) [Breaking Up & Getting Back Together, T, 500, 1/1]

everything from this point onward is in alphabetical order!

here are five fics from a few of my favorite rwrb authors!

allmyloveatonce has thirty rwrb fics and has been posting fics within this fandom since march 21, 2020! twenty-nine of said works are completed plus one is currently being updated but completely written. 

Countdown [Reminiscing, T, 2k, 1/1] 

Race You to Forever [Marriage Proposal, E, 17k, 1/1]

Someday We'll Know If Love Can Move a Mountain [Angst with a Happy Ending - Canon Divergence, E, 60k, 22/22]

Somewhere We Can Be Alone [Medieval AU, E, 25k, 10/10]

What Do I Know? [Amnesia au, E, 83k, 25/25]

bibliosoph has thirty-one rwrb fics and has been posting fics within this fandom since january 31, 2020! twenty-five of said works are completed. 

Anamnesis [Memory Loss au, T, 3k, 1/1]

As You Wish [Princess Bride au, T, 33k, 19/19]

The Boy With a Storm in His Brain [Cancer fic, T, 32k, 18/18]

Mythology, Huh? [Greek god au, E, incomplete (39k as of now), 19/?]

Two Sides of the Same Coin [Merlin au, E, 86k, 43/43]

bleedingballroomfloor has sixteen rwrb fics and has been posting fics within this fandom since october 10, 2020!

A Mind That Never Sleeps [5 + 1 things, T, 3k, 1/1]

A Picture on Your Corkboard [Memory Loss au, M, 23k, 5/5]

Camp Llwynywermod [Summer Camp au, E, 56k, 8/8]

Eyes Blue, Like the Atlantic [Titanic au, M, 16k, 1/1]

(our last summer) memories that remain [Mamma Mia inspired, E, 91k, 20/20]

cmere has twenty-one rwrb fics and has been posting fics within this fandom since december 20, 2019!

A Tiny Shred of Hope [Canon Compliant, T, 1k, 1/1]

give yourself away sometimes, sweetheart [Canon Compliant, M, 3k, 1/1]

Heaven is You [Post-Canon - Emotional Hurt/Comfort, T, 2k, 1/1]

If You Hold Me Without Hurting Me, You’ll Be the First Who Ever Did [Smut, E, 2k, 1/1]

Truth [Smut, E, 21k, 4/4]

DemonPoxHerondale has eight rwrb fics and has been posting fics within this fandom since february 3, 2021!

A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes [Henry sees his future, T, 2k, 1/1]

Duchess of Albany [Fluff and Crack, T, 1k, 1/1]

I Feel Forever [Post-Canon, T, 1k, 1/1]

it's a little bit funny, this feeling inside [Post-Canon, T, 1k, 1/1]

You carry my love/Forever and always [Historical au, T, 38k, 11/11] 

floatingaway4 has seventy-four rwrb fics and has been posting fics within this fandom since june 30, 2020!

Baby grand [Kid fic, T, 575, 1/1]

Big sister [Sibling Relationship, T, 1k, 1/1]

The last letter [Afterlife, T, 2k, 1/1]

Three fights Alex and Henry never had [Domestic Fluff, E, 2k, 1/1]

Too quiet [Fluff and Angst, T, 1k, 1/1]

ifigo has nineteen rwrb fics and has been posting fics within this fandom since novemeber 23, 2020! eighteen of said works are completed.

A Kingdom for a Stage [Catherine/Arthur, M, 8k, 2/2] 

Cobweb Hearts, Empty Places [Soulmate au, M, 2k, 1/1] 

From Henry, To Arthur [Angst - Grief/Mourning, M, 1k, 1/1] 

Beautiful Indifference [Kidfic, G, 3k, 1/1]

The Crocodile Letters [Fluff and Crack, T, 2k, 1/1]

indomitablelove has eighteen rwrb fics and has been posting fics within this fandom since may 15, 2021!

The B Was Never Silent [Post-Canon - Fluff, T, 2k, 1/1]

brother, brother (let me love you) [Sibling Relationship - Grief/Mourning, T, 4k, 1/1]

into the spotlight [Actor au, E, 40k, 11/11]

lifelines [Canon Compliant - Outing, M, 27k, 8/8]

what we might do (if we stop keeping a secret) [Fix-it - Coming Out, M, 8k, 1/1]

schmulte has fourty-two rwrb fics and has been posting fics within this fandom since december 19, 2020! thirty-two of said works are completed.

Floating Lanterns and Frying Pans [Tangled au, T, 16k, 12/12]

Something About the Sunshine [Starstruck au, G, 11k, 4/4]

Tattoo Guns & Roses [Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor au, M, 18k, 10/10] 

You Gave Me a Forever (Within the Numbered Days) [The Fault In Our Stars au, M, 27k, 11/11] 

Zeitgeist [One shots - Inspired by Hozier Songs, M, incomplete (4k as of now), 5/?]

here are five fics from a few of my favorite tags!

angst

- as with any fics on this list, please check the tags before reading. in the fandom, about 20% of fics are labeled angst. some may be categorized as angst but not even tagged it. it’s a popular tag in every fandom, and rwrb is no exception. we can’t allow ourselves to be happy apparently

and the heart i know i'm breaking is my own by Princecess_Nales [Post Break up, E, 2k, 1/1]

don't you call him baby (don't you call him what you used to call me) 🍒 by 8glassesofmilkin3minutes [Canon Divergence - Break up au, T, incomplete (4k as of now), 5/7]

God Save the Blessed American President Mom by zipadeea [Assassination Attempt(s), T, 31k, 8/8]

How wonderful life is (while you're in the world) by Mlvdybug [Hurt/Comfort - shooting, M, 34k, 3/3]

Life on Mars by scorpiusalone [Death of an animal, G, 1k, 1/1]

alternate universes

- set either in an entirely different world than our own, or simply in on different than canon, alternate universe fics place our beloved characters in situations, unlike anything they’ve experienced. 

a pillar i am, upright by Inmoonlightigetseasick [Historical au, M, 18k, 1/1]

A Sporting Chance by clottedcreamfudge [College/University au, E, 126k, 7/7]

Heartaches and Cupcakes and Sunshine Boys by everwitch [Write/Model Turned Photographer au, M, 54k, 12/12]

Hetkeksi by Neuqe [Fantasy & Magic au, T, 13k, 1/1]

Texan Rhapsody by DracoWillHearAboutThis [High school au - angst, E, 37k, 9/9]

emails

- the emails between alex and henry are a huge part of the book, as we all know. these fics are takes on emails not shown in the book

My Dearest, Alexander by rooftopkisses [Canon Compliant - Email Drafts, G, 813, 1/1]

Subject: Re: more bad metaphors about maps, but this time i mixed in a few about various musicals by lotsofregurtsactually(adykecalledCJ) [Late-night emails, G, 726, 1/1]

the one with the e-mails by sanjariti [Fluff, T, 873, 1/1]

To Love Another, Is to Cherish Life Itself by acuppaJo [Hurt/Comfort, T, 3k, 1/1]

Whiskey drunk by imasleepytea [Fluff, T, 1k, 1/1]

fluff

- sweet, heartwarming, typically wholesome. fluff. gotta love it. it’s the tag to choose when you don’t want pain and you just want is to see your favorite characters happy.

A Lover's Embrace by septemberleaves [Post-Canon, T, 2k, 1/1]

your love is sunlight by youlostpleiad [Post-Canon - Important Conversations, G, 1k, 1/1]

in wildest dreams (i never dreamed of this) by millsx [Domestic Fluff, T, 8k, 1/1]

your love is better than ice cream by i_m_disappeared [Comfort, T, 1k, 1/1]

Yes/No (Please Say Yes) by stardisnight [Domestic Fluff - Alternate Universe, T, 2k, 1/1]

fun

- do you like fluff but want more than happy feelings? these fics will make you laugh and smile while still holding onto the warm feeling fluff gives you.

Keeping Up with the Alternate Hell Timeline of 2020 by ashspren & sconelover [Crack Fic, T, 4k, 1/1]

playing the game by laurentknows [Post-Canon - Trolling the Press, G, 1k, 1/1]

Thirst Tweets & Mean Tweets [FOR APPROVAL] by loveonpurpose [Post-Canon - Twitter, T, 2k, 1/1]

What happens in Vegas (doesn’t always stay in Vegas) by TheAmberFox [Las Vegas Wedding, T, 5k, 1/1]

17 Firstprince Moments That Remind Us How Single We Are by peppermintpatties [Post-Canon - Social Media, T, 3k, 1/1]

hurt/comfort

- do you like angst but want to feel good at the end? hurt/comfort is the place for that. commonly paired with the angst tag, you know these fics will break your heart and attempt to fix it again.

and i hope the sun shines (and it's a beautiful day) by betwecouldmakesome(softcinnamonroll) [Post-Canon - Break Up and Getting Back Together, M, 8k, 3/3]

i don't know about you, but i'm (not) feeling twenty-two by nopunintended [Post-Canon - Insecurity, T, 2k, 1/1]

My Rose Has Thorns (But They're Not Meant For Me) by absolute-worst-idea(cxptained) [Panic Attacks, T, 2k, 1/1]

The First Daughter and the Prince by totheworldwedreamabout [June and Henry friendship, T, 3k, 1/1]

the sadness you carry, it hangs like a ghost by 14carrotgold [Missing Scene - June POV, T, 2k, 1/1]

junora (+pez)

- t h e y. we need more fics with them. we need more junora fics. we need more june/nora/pez fics. but in the meantime, here are some great ones.

being good (it runs in the family) by demigodbeautiies [Smut, E, 3k, 1/1]

holding onto feelings i’m not used to feeling by ljghtswood [Getting Together, T, incomplete (5k as of now), 1/?]

i cannot fall in love (with you) by orionseye [Self-Discovery, T, 22k, 10/10]

My algebra equals you every time by PaulaLovelace [Canon Compliant, M, 11k, 1/1]

she is my all, she is the one, she is by captainegg [Marriage Proposal, T, 1k, 1/1]

kid fics 

- kid fics are very popular in this fandom, and for good reason! authors like myself, floatingaway4, ifigo, and allmyloveatonce all have amazing kid fics, but here are some amazing ones by authors not yet mentioned!

A Quiet Evening Alone by great_turkey_calamity [Domestic Fluff, not rated but probably G/T, 3k, 1/1]

Grown-Up Names by webeta123 [Kid’s Understanding of Names, G, 1k, 1/1]

Knights, Sword fights, and Whatever Else by Quire [Kids Play Swordfighting, G, 1k, 1/1]

Polaroids by MamaG [Child Meets the Queen, G, 2k, 2/2]

We'll Get Together Then by absoluteaudacity [5+1 Things, G, 3k, 1/1] 

proposals

- casey said it themself, they will get married, here are some ideas on how they would start that process. after all, who doesn’t love a good proposal!

a thousand, a million, billion thoughts, (all under the form of a letter to you) by CrayolaRainbow [PowerPoint & Lists, M, 4k, 1/1]

(baby) don’t make me spell it out for you by extasiswings [Light Lack of Communication, T, 2k, 1/1]

keep most of your heart in london by cresswells [Double Proposal, G, 4k, 1/1]

I'd Cross Oceans by 14hpgirl19 [Sick Fic, T, 5k, 2/2]

Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too by hazeleyedwriter [Fluff and Humor, M, 697, 1/1]

smut 

- please note that all fics under this category are rated E. 

check-in closes at too-early p.m. by coffeecatsme [5+1 Things, E, 8k, 1/1]

how simple life is by demigodbeautiies [Soft sex, E, 1k, 1/1]

I Love You I Love You I Love You by absoluteaudacity [Crying due to Overwhelming Love, E, 928, 1/1]

Love You In the Morning from Anonymous [Early Mornings, E, 1k, 1/1]

this life, this love by railmedaddy [Fluff - Frottage, E, 945, 1/1]

bonus fic!

- have you seen the netflix original Young Royals? if not, watch it, if so i recommend this young royals x rwrb cross-over! 

i’m all ears, take your time (we got all night) by ljghtswood [found family, T, 2k, 1/1]

i had a lot of fun doing this! if i get to two hundred followers, i want to do another one of these so i can shout out more fics and authors! i’ve read almost every fic in this fandom, having been here since august 2019. i know just how talented everyone in this fandom is. fanfic writers, you are loved. thank you for sharing your words <3. fanfic readers, thank you for supporting us!

[wri0thesley]

hi nat!! i noticed requests were open and remembered “randomlyncrying during/after sex” angst being mentioned and i just👀😳🙏

ive had personal experience with that (mostly bc being vulnerable and intimate is scary yet cathartic for me, its not even necessarily sad crying or happy crying its just Strong Emotions) and i was wondering if u could do some like smut to hurt/comfort kinda with that specific scenario please🤭 maybe with risotto or abba bc i just want to be fucked AND comforted by a big strong goth man!!😩🙏

overwhelming - risotto x reader (2k)

warnings: crying during sex. afab reader. neutral pronouns. 

Everything about Risotto is overwhelming. The way he looks at you; the colours of his eyes. The low, gravel voice – the way he speaks only when he thinks he has something worth hearing. The touch of his hot, large hands on your skin – his width, his height, the knowledge of what he could do to you--

It’s even more overwhelming when you are beneath him in bed.

His body caging yours; the scarred, muscled chest and how it seems to heave in and out as he breathes. The scent of him – leather and iron and smoke – wrapping all around you, until he is everywhere. In your nose, in your mouth, his face flashing across your head as you pull him down into another kiss and he worries at your bottom lip, insistent and hot and needy.

Big hands run all over your form; taking his time to enjoy the way you feel, the curves and divots of your figure, the softness of you beneath his own calloused, work-weary hands. You feel like you fit into his grip perfectly – like you were made for him. You inhale sharply as his hands spread your legs apart, exposing the heated, slick valley of your sex to the warm air of the bedroom.

It always seems to be warm when Risotto is around. He kicks out heat merely by existing; and you cling to him in bed for it, grateful to be reminded of his presence.

“You’re so beautiful,” he dips his head to murmur, his voice deep and dark. Whenever he speaks, you feel a rush of desire go through you to pool at the apex of your thighs; there is something about the sonorous bass of his voice that makes your toes curl and that echoes through you, making you feel as though you are the only person in the world. “Look at yourself, tesoro.”

You do not see what he sees – but you do see the worship in his eyes. The hunger as he presses your legs further apart and leans into you, as you feel his hard cock press against your thigh insistently.

He is a careful man, despite his profession, and he knows that what he has between his thighs is too much for many people. He never sheaths himself inside of you straight away; even now, when you are fair pooling slick on his already messy sheets, one of his big hands is cupping your mound.

Calloused thumb rubbing over your clit, coaxing heat and sighs and little rocks of your hips. One large, lone finger – sliding inside of you, rubbing against your walls with the practise of a man who knows your body as intimately as he knows his own. Your head rolls back and you display your neck for him; vulnerable, and needy, and utterly his. He does not leave your neck unmarked – his lips are on you in moments, sucking love-bites, nipping bruises, his finger still pumping in and out of you.

Two fingers. You tangle your own grip into his silvery pale hair and pull his mouth to yours so that you may kiss him – he tastes like iron, always. You do not find it unpleasant; blood is a taste that you have grown to appreciate, because it reminds you of him. Three fingers, and you hear the wet squelch of your arousal, feel it dripping out of you with every rock of his hand. His thumb has stopped teasing your clit, but the rough heel of his hand is now continuing the onslaught of pleasure. With every thrust, it rubs against the swollen bud, and you feel your stomach begin to tie itself in knots.

He pulls them out of you with a slick gush, the hand formerly buried inside of you coming to lift your leg so he can slot his hips in between you. His fingers are dripping wet, but he has eyes for nothing but you beneath him. Rose-red irises meet your own, as if to ask you; ‘is this alright? Do you need me to stop?’

For an assassin – for a man feared around Italy, though they do not know his name – Risotto is never anything but gentlemanly with you. He asks your permission, holds you afterwards, kisses you and soothes you and murmurs your name filled with affection even when you are around the other members of your team.

“Special treatment,” some of them huff, rolling their eyes – but they shoot you sly smirks. They do not begrudge their capo his happiness – not in such a business as theirs.

“Risotto,” you breathe, looking up at him. “Please—”

The please is enough. Your other leg is lifted gently, hitched up so he can press your knees to your chest. You’ve had to experiment with positions plenty, in order to find things that are comfortable with Risotto’s height and his size and your own limitations – but this one always makes him seem to hit you deeper, further. His cock head pushes against the tight ring of your entrance, catching on you--

And his eyes meet yours as he begins to press himself inside of you. There is so much tenderness contained within them that you are almost lost for words. You would not think that eyes like that could make you feel so utterly adored – when you had first met Risotto, they had filled you with fear. Now, though, you look at them and you see all of the things that Risotto is too afraid to say out loud, contained within their multitudes.

He’s slow as he hilts himself, letting you feel the stretch of your walls around him. He’s always slow with you – like he’s afraid you will break. People who see him out and about, you know, never imagine how careful or tender he is.

Your head tips back again, into the pillow, as you see stars. He always fills you up. It’s indescribable, how right that he feels inside of you. You feel like he was made to slot inside of you – every time this happens, you don’t feel quite right until his heavy balls slap against your sex and he has bottomed out, filled you up, and the two of you are as connected as it is possible for two human beings to be.

Your breath catches as he pulls out, as he seeks to find a rhythm that works for both of you. In this position, you cannot quite get purchase on his shoulders – but Risotto sees to that himself, his big hands entangling and entwining with your fingers to press your held hands either side of your head.

The position is intimate, his eyes staying glued to yours even as he slips into a rhythm. His face is softer than you usually see it as he looks down at you; his sculpted lips tilted at the corners in a way that makes your breath feel like it doesn’t fit properly in your lungs.

You adore him so much.

Everything about him makes you feel like you are free-falling through a summer sky. You are, you’re sure, not supposed to be so deliriously happy with anybody, when you’re in a career such as your own. You should not be allowed to love him so freely and deeply – but the world has said you are. The world has dropped Risotto Nero into your lap in all of his occasionally awkward, stoic, handsome glory.

His hips flex in and out. He slides easily, through the slick glide of your sex – stoking up hunger and need, the tight little ball of tension inside of you that signifies your release. You hear the sound of him fucking you, the slap of him bottoming out, and you lose yourself entirely in the sensation of Risotto filling you up.

The world seems to fade into nothing but the place where the two of you are joined; nothing else important, aside from Risotto inside of and above you, his breath unsteady in his chest. The heat that’s gathering low in your belly, as he chases your release along with his own--

After his earlier ministrations, it’s no wonder that yours creeps up on you faster. Your ball of tension is the first one to take too much pressure, to be unable to do anything but explode into pieces – and it does so in a great rush that has you wailing, your mouth opening, as your mind seems to blank out into nothingness at the same time as every feeling in the entire world seems to hit you all in one go.

You’re crying?

You’re sobbing.

Your shoulders are shaking, your lip wobbling, your throat so dry that you can barely gasp air as it feels as though every emotion that you have ever experienced seems to come around to visit you again, the feeling entirely overwhelming. You can’t think. You can’t breathe--

Risotto’s eyes are wide and full of concern, blood and ink gone to uneasiness that this is all his fault. Your eyes are blurry with tears, but you see him open his mouth to speak nonetheless.

“Hey, hey--” his voice is quiet, through the haze of your tears, his hips stilling inside of you. “Tesoro, amore, cara mia--”

The pet names just make your bubbling sob get worse; your breath short. You don’t know what it is! You’re not upset, you’re not angry, you’re not even so happy that you can’t help yourself.

You’re just feeling so, so, so much.

“Risotto,” you breathe out, hiccuping, and your legs are gently dropped from your chest. “Risotto, I’m--”

“Please tell me if something’s wrong,” he murmurs, low and dark. “I’ll stop, I’ll do anything--”

“N-no,” you shake your head, aware that he is still buried inside of you – that your tears are stopping him reaching his full completion. “I-it’s not that—”

He pulls out, carefully, and you miss the feel of him inside of you like a physical ache, even though he is still on top of you. He reaches down and kisses your cheeks, chasing the tears away. A half-laugh bubbles up through the heaving of your chest and the tears clogging up your throat.

“Please tell me,” he repeats, again, all concern. His hands are still entangled with yours, as he leans down and puts his face very close to yours. If you stretched forward, just a little, you could rub your noses together, and the thought makes you smile despite yourself and despite the tear-tracks still drying on your face. “Amore, I promise I won’t be angry at you--”

“It’s just-- s-so much--” You say, eventually – lost for words, because how does one explain quite why they started crying with no real reason to? It had simply felt like everything had washed over you in one go, and your heart had not been able to handle it. Something about your orgasm had pushed forth all of your feelings, whether good or bad, and they had scrambled inside of your chest until all you could do was let tears roll down your face.

“I’m here,” he says, soft and slow. He lets go of your hands. Large arms wrap around you, pulling you up so you’re pressed against the broad expanse of your chest. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He’s so warm. Your cheek rests against him; hard muscle and scar tissue. You can hear the beating of his heart, and in the end it’s that – steady, constant, true – that makes the tears finally stop leaking down your face. Your breath calms.

A big hand comes up to stroke through your hair, reassuring.

“I’m always here for you,” he says. “Forever. Through anything.”

“I love you,” you say, all in a rush. You two avoid it; it’s hard to deal with constants when you’re in a business like Passione. ‘I love you’ is not in the vernacular of an assassin – but neither is ‘forever’, and Risotto had said it to you as casually as breathing--

“I love you too,” Risotto says. His voice does not quaver. He is certain and sure; as strong as the arms around you, the chest you’re pressed to, as strong as his convictions always are. He means it.

And you are so, so very glad that he does.

[acaplion]

Update

Well, I'm so sorry I have been MIA from this blog for so long. Thank you to all my new followers who followed me even after I stopped posting any new content. For all my old friends/followers, I miss you all dearly! I have just had a rough few months so I haven't been around as much. I also have no idea who is even here anymore so if we used to talk just shoot me a DM or something!

I had a family death in the last month but I was preparing for that moment in the months prior. That is one of the reasons I haven't been around. Secondly, I started my career for real after passing all my licensure exams and I have been very busy running my own business.

I do not know what this blog will look like in the future. Hopefully, I'll start posting more stuff when I'm in the mood. I know i still have more astro and tarot knowledge to share with the world, but I just need some time to be inspired again.

Again, thanks for all the follows, likes, reblogs etc. I see everything since i do come on to check notifications and like/reblog things. I love you all so so much from the bottom of my heart but I ask that you stay patient with me. I will try and be back when this blog hits 2k (which is honestly going to be soon). Maybe, by then I will be feeling better. BTW no pressure to follow me or anything, this is more of an internal goal to be back by the time I hit that milestone.

Well, I think that is it. If you would like to talk to me please feel free to message/dm me and I will try to get back to you.

XOXO,

acaplion

[stargazingthenightaway]

See Something You Like? Epilogue

Pairing: Rebels Rex x Reader

Word Count: 2K

Warning: Yearning, teasing

A/N: 😚 😚 For all my lovely readers 💕

Making your way through the mess hall, you see you’ve beaten the lunch rush and quickly bee-line towards the caff station, filling up two mugs and putting them on a tray. Ria had commed you about meeting up on your break, and knowing how busy she was that morning, you decided to have a fresh cup waiting for her. You grab a couple hot plates, thanking the cook, and find a spot not too far from the entrance. As you sit down you keep an eye on the entrance so you can wave Ria over when she gets there. Taking a sip of caff, you settle in your seat and your mind drifts back to last night, and earlier this morning.

Rex had been a most thorough lover, and true to his word, hadn’t finished with you until the early hours of the morning, leaving you both exhausted and satisfied. You feel your face heat up when you think about all the sounds he coaxed out of you, the praises that dripped from his lips as he brought you to orgasm and the tender way he took care of you afterwards, making sure you were alright. What you most enjoyed was how he held you when you both drifted off, arms holding you close as your head rested on his chest, whispering how you were his sweet girl.

You can’t help the giddy smile that covers your face when you recall how grumpy Rex was earlier that morning. He had done his absolute best to persuade you to spend a few more hours with him in bed, but you had a meeting you couldn’t miss, and you had reluctantly left him pouting in the sheets as you got ready. Eventually, he too started getting ready for the day, though not without hinting at all the things he could be doing instead, with you and a mirror, brushing up against you and sneaking kisses when you weren’t paying attention. Needless to say you left your room a blushing mess, with Rex following not far behind, smirk plastered on his face.  

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t see Ria enter the mess hall and make her way over to the table. "Hello there, sunshine!” She calls out as she sits down, bringing you out of your daydreaming. 

“Ria, hey!” You say, passing her a cup and watching her clutch it to her chest, breathing the scent it in as if the steam alone would give her energy. “Long meeting?”

“You have no idea,” she groans after taking a sip “nerf herders can’t tell the difference between a gear shift and brake pedal.” 

You wince. “Ouch. Well, hopefully your afternoon will get better.” You perk up “Isn’t that new transfer set to arrive today?”

She looks at you suspiciously. “Where did this cheeriness come from?” She eyes you from over the rim of her cup “usually you’re right up there asking what other problems they’ve caused, and if I need help hiding a body.”

“No reason,” you say, laughing “just having a good morning, that’s all.”

Ria takes a moment to give you a look over while you sip your caff, before her eyes widen. “Omg! You got down and did the dirty dance!”

“Ria!” You groan “Do you have to say it like that?”

“What?” She says without remorse, “would you rather I call it the frisky foxtrot? Mattress mambo? Tantric tango?”

“Shhh! Someone will hear you!” You hiss, cheeks heating up as you look fervently around you, “where do you even come up with these things?”

“You’re not denying it,” she gives a little shriek of laughter, wiggling in place “you, my friend, got some good lovin’ and I need all the deets!” She gives you a look, “especially after all the stunts you pulled me into to avoid a certain someone.”

“I do not have to confirm or deny anything” you say, hiding behind your caff.

“You may not confirm anything, but your neck is certainly making a statement.” She leans over to pull the edge of your collar down “that’s quite the necklace you’re wearing there sunshine.”

You can feel your face turning three shades of red as you slap her hand away, hastily pulling the collar of your shirt up. “Ok! Ok, so maybe I had a bit of fun the other night, there’s no need to let the whole base know.”

Ria grins triumphantly “That’s more than just a bit of fun” she says, making the little air quotes “that’s a full on romp with the promise of a repeat” She wiggles her eyebrows comically and you can’t help but laugh, hearing her join in.

“Alright, yes, I did indeed do the dirty dance, as you said” you say once your laughter has died down. 

Ria makes the motion to continue, attention on you. “And? That can’t be all it was or else you wouldn’t be like this.” She motions to all of you “All glowy and really happy.” 

You give her a sly look “Let’s just say that he certainly has the moves to keep you coming back for more.”

Ria squeals and looks about ready to combust with all the questions you can see buzzing around her head. “So are you going to see him again? Or is it fated to be a one-night of lusty wonder?”

While you want to tell her all about Rex, you want to keep him to yourself for a bit longer so you keep your answer simple. “We’ve already planned to meet up again.” You duck your head shyly, smiling. “He makes me happy Ria, really happy.” You fiddle with your cup, looking back up at her “I didn’t think he’d feel the same way, but he does.” Your smile softens as you think of Rex and how he looked when you told him you wanted him by your side for a lifetime. The look of adoration is one you’ll treasure for years to come.

Ria looks at you in wonder, “Wow, he’s the real deal huh?” Watching you nod she squeals again, doing a little happy dance in her seat. “Best. News. Ever!”

A booming voice calls out close by “What’s the best news ladies?”

You and Ria both look over and see Gregor striding to you table, standing next to your seat. “Got yourself more excited than a restless Joopa.”

“No reason,” you say “just girl stuff.”

“But you’re more than welcome to join us.” Ria chimes in, gesturing to the seat. “We’re ‘bout to start venting about the doofs in engineering.” 

You know Ria and Gregor share shifts on the occasion, overseeing repairs and helping out with different teams, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Gregor to join you sometimes for meals. 

"Don’t mind if I do.” He sits down, big grin on his face, as he turns to face you. “I was actually looking for ya, figured I’d find ya here with this one.” He jerks his thumb towards Ria.

You point to yourself “Me?”

He nods “Mhmm. Was curious if ya’d seen Rex this morning. He missed training with Wolffe and I, and I thought ya might’ve seen’im”

You sputter and can see Ria giving you a calculated look, so you hurry to give an answer. “I’m not sure, but I thought I saw him when I was heading to the office. It looked like he was making his way towards the training room.” 

Gregor looks at you, a strange look in his eyes, and you try not to fidget in place. That, paired with the look Ria is giving you is making you antsy, and you wonder if you should just make up some excuse about paper work and dash away. Before you can say anything Gregor grins, giving you a thumbs up.

“Glad to hear it, thought he might have gone MIA for a moment there.” He lowers his voice, as if sharing a secret. “Wolffe can sometimes get pretty intense, especially during training. Likes to bring out the chompers if he hasn’t had a good meal.” He laughs at the looks you and Ria give him. “By the way, Rex said he wanted to talk to ya yesterday. Did he find ya?"

“Yes, down at the shooting range.” You huff, “we actually ended up having a bit of a competition, see who could hit the most targets without looking.”

Gregor looks intrigued “Oh? How’d that go for ya?” 

“l ate blaster dust.” You grin wryly “Let’s just say I won’t be challenging Rex to a shoot out anytime soon. Didn’t even stand a chance.”

“Was it the C-501 sim?” He asks. When you nod, he laughs “Ha! of course he’d win that one.”

“Oh?” You say confused, “Why’s that? It's only recently been added.”

“That’s because it was designed for us clones, way back on Kamino.” He leans in conspiratorially, “What the Kaminii didn’t realize was that it was too easy, so we ended up getting a little creative with it.”

“Creative how?” Ria leaned forward eagerly, soaking up this new information. You have to admit you’re intrigued as well. 

Gregor was really getting into in now. Checking to see there were no other eavesdroppers, he huddles the two of you closer. “Well, there were the usual things like spinning in place before firing, making noise before a shot,” he counts them off on his fingers “shooting from someones back, doing a handstand.” 

You and Ria just stare at him as he continues on his list. “But the best was hitting the targets without looking.” Here Gregor starts to grin, as if he was watching it himself “and no one was better then good’ol Rex." 

“Really!?” Ria jumps in before you can comment, “How did he do it? Blindfolded? Eyes closed?” She’s practically climbing out of her seat to get to him, not that she’s noticed. 

Gregor pushes his chair back to give himself some more room. “Well,” he says as he starts miming the actions. “He’d start off by facing the range, then he’d turn to his opponent. He’d make sure to look them straight in the eyes, something about establishing dominance, and then BLAM! Start firing each target.” He gives a hearty laugh “I’m not surprised ya didn’t win, he’s the reigning champ. No one has beaten him.”

Ria’s babbling on excitedly to Gregor, wanting to know all his secrets of the sims and training, but your mind has zoned out.

Reigning Champ? Never beaten? He already knew he was going to win, even before you had set the bet. You give a small huff of laughter, thinking back on his confidence, how easily he set you up in his trap. Well, well, you think to yourself looks like I got played for keeps. 

Your musing are interrupted when you hear Gregor call out a greeting to a couple rebels who walked into the room.

“Wolffe! Rex! Come over’ere!” He waves his arm wildly, as they make their way over.

You can’t help but stare as he makes his way over, a slight swagger in his steps. One could presume it’s just how he carries himself, with his military upbringing, but you know better. That’s the walk of a man who finally has what he wants, and is not afraid to show it. His eyes linger on you neck before meeting yours, a smirk pulling on his lips.

You smile back, mind already working out your next challenge. You were your town’s best racer for five seasons, before you joined the rebellion, and the base did have a couple racers lying around. Why not even the odds? Winner takes all.

Rex sits across from you, and you tilt your head to the side, just enough that he can see the marks on your neck, the others engaged in their own conversation. The look you give him sends his heart beating faster, the calculated look in your eyes promising an enticing reward. Knowing his attention is on you, you quickly mouth best two out of three? While he doesn’t respond, his eyes tell you his answer, sending a thrill to your core.

Challenge accepted.

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