#ok but seriously i'm going to bed for real now i'm exhausted

[sashi-ya]

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WHITE INTIMACY 🍼 KUCHIKI BYAKUYA X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 12: LACTATION

🐙 requested by: Anonymous. day 12 with Aizen or Byakuya with fem reader? <3 ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. you can tell when I'm deeply in love with a character because I write him with purity and love... so yes, this is the case. Husband and wife sharing a sweet moment with their baby that leads to them trying a new "kink" after they put the baby to sleep on their room. Again, the baby sleeps in a different room. please, never EVER have sex close to your kids, it doesn't matter if they are "babies". it is still a form of abuse. Thanks. 🐙 wc: 1,3k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

To the past, those days in which Byakuya felt alone, belong. It was difficult for him, for his heart to finally open. He still remembers that dream with Hisana; she told him “please, be happy”.

And so, he did… 

The cries of his first born keep him and his wife, you, woke up. Tired, almost asleep, both drag to the baby’s crib. 

“What, little sakura bud?” you ask, holding him in arms. “Daddy needs to sleep. Daddy’s a captain, baby…” you whisper, rocking your body to lull the bundle of joy to sleep… yet, nothing, not even your scent and profound maternal love, could calm (him/her) down…  

Byakuya’s hands surround your waist from behind; he is asleep as you are. His hair’s a mess. His eyes barely opened.

“Is he/she ok? Something’s hurting? No fever, right?” Byakuya asks; he is and will always be extremely afraid of you or his baby being sick. 

“Probably just hungry. Go back to sleep, love. I’ll feed him/her” 

But he is not just a man; Byakuya is a gentleman. And despite not being able to bare nor give birth to his son/daughter, he will be next to you no matter what. How could he sleep knowing you aren’t? 

“Come on… let’s get comfortable” he commands, kissing your head and grazing his baby’s crying face. 

You walk -drag your body- to the bed and wait for Byakuya to sit with his back against the headrest. Then, you sit in between his legs, with your back against his chest. 

Byakuya’s soft hands hug you while he waits for you to prepare yourself to feed your child. Soon, the cries stop, as nurturing begins. 

Sleepiness still remains, but the moment that soon will turn to a memory… none of you would have chosen to let exhaustion take it away from you.

You look at him when your child is finally fast asleep; a soft smile, a silent complicity between the love of your life and you. 

He smiles back; a smile nobody is used to seeing but you and now the little “consequence” of your love.  

“You know, sometimes I’m jealous of him/her” Byakuya jokes; yet behind a joke there is always a little bit of truth. 

“Mhhj…” you giggle low. 

“Don’t laugh… It used to be me…” he continues, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder. 

“Let me put him on his bed and I’ll feed you as well. There is no point in me going back to sleep, it’s almost morning” you joke, even though Byakuya took it pretty seriously… 

He helps you with utmost care and delicacy not to wake the baby up to stand up. You blow a kiss his way before dragging back to the baby’s nursery -a couple of steps from your room, but still outside it-. 

As you walk back, you notice him pretty much awake… in more than one way. 

“Still awake?” you ask, ignoring his very noticeable hardness through the fine silk of his sleeping yukata. 

“Well yes, didn’t you tell me you were gonna feed me?” he asks, leaving you startled. Suddenly, sleepiness eased as fast as his did. 

You open your mouth and close it back. You were about to laugh; but was him being funny or was that for real? 

Indeed, Byakuya rarely jokes… and that sounded absolutely serious. 

“You- you really want to- uh- this?” you ask, pointing at your -very- swollen breasts. If there was something that wasn’t hard for you, was to produce enough and even more nourishment for your offspring. 

“Well, considering is pretty common in our culture…” he tries to convince you. 

You giggle; there was no need for you to be convinced. You would give him anything he could asked for, after all. 

“Then, my sweet big baby… feast on it” you whisper, getting into bed right next to his horny self. 

Byakuya and you giggle sweetly, both covering your whole bodies with your silk sheets. Enough has happened in between the both of you for shame and formalities. 

It is Byakuya who willingly gets comfortable on your legs; his back on your lap, while your fingers brush through his beautiful hair back. 

Lust and intimacy have transcended; his skilful hands free your breasts from your nightgown. The sakura man enjoys the effects of gravity on them, as they heavily fall close to his lips. 

“I wonder if it’s as sweet as your core” he purrs. 

Your insides become a mess; tensing muscles on your womanhood, oh the gracious changes of your body he adores… he praises… what a blessing is to have a man like him to venerate you. 

You help him reach your nipple; it gets hard, and it begins to drip. And you suddenly understand the difference, nurturing your child has nothing to do with this; two different types of bonding, you are so willing to enjoy. 

Byakuya sticks his tongue out, allowing the very few drops of semi white elixir to fall on it. He takes some time to enjoy the taste, like a fine wine, like a delicatessen a noble deserves. 

“More” he demands.

You smile pleased; impulsive shameless and whimsical Byakuya only comes out when he is either truly free or unable to control himself; and right now, he is both. 

Your hand passes under his nape, lifting, with so much expertise, his head for his lips to finally trap your nipple. 

A little clumsy, he first tries nibbling on it, making you jolt. It hurts, but it feels so good. Yet, it is definitely not enough to start the flow of motherly product happening. 

“Suck; try pressing your tongue against your palate as you suck” you guide him; it is much easier to explain this to an adult it kinda makes you giggle. 

“Uhhumh” he hums, taking notes of your instructions. And with a couple of tries, he finally manages to make it happen. 

“Good boy” you compliment him; for the first time, you discover the joy of being the one in charge, of being the dominant one. 

Deep blue eyes open big, fixing on yours. They both show a certain amount of shame… because your “mommy” attitude has made him harder than ever before. It feels to Byakuya both incredibly hot but also degrading… and that, at the same time, becomes feedback for more and more lust. 

His hips, on his own, buck up ever so slightly. Yet, enough for you to notice.  Ah, he needs relief… 

 You use one of your hands to guide your right breast more and more into his mouth, as he sucks harder. While your left hand slowly slides from his belly to his sex. 

Byakuya spasms violently when your palm reaches his already wet crotch area. You are not surprised; this man gets so hard sometimes that it kinda scares you he might explode at any moment. 

“Would you like mommy to help you with this?” you ask, amazed by those naughty words that make you even wetter. 

“ngh… mhg… yes-“ he barely words, with his mouth full of your milk, overflowing from the commissure of his lips. 

You bite your lower lip; if this isn’t the epitome of arousal, you don’t know what it is. 

It takes nothing for his yukata to finally slide open, uncovering a hard manhood that has already impregnated you with all of his masculinity before. 

You begin to pump; jerking him off with no mercy, making him tremble, making him choke with the white liquid coming from you. 

A little bit more, he is close… so close. more, more, more.  Precum flowing from his gland as milk flows from your breasts. 

White sometimes associated with purity, is now being depicted as total concupiscence and erotism, in the middle of a night that slowly becomes a dawn. 

And like the Sun, unstoppably rising every morning, Byakuya’s climax hit his body like the strongest Bankai… 

Spasms that accompany every sprout of cum abandoning his body and into his belly; Spasms that you somehow experience as well, as all of the sucking and such imagery has made you incredibly hot to the point of also cuming. 

“Byakuya, love… save a little bit for your son/daughter, yes?” “Just a little bit more for breakfast, my love…” 

Taglist of amazing babes: @awas-posts @missfuriosa @theneighbourhoodferret @cyberdazetragedy @ariesbbytings @animesnowstorm @lenablack9919

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I'm literally tearing up this morning at the idea of Tim sitting in the cave, trying to get some important work done like usual when suddenly a wave of darkness ascends upon the cave. Like something out of a horror movie, dread washes over Tim as he fearfully creaks his head around to see Gus sitting on the chair, looking over Tim's shoulder—MENACINGLY.

I had so much fun writing this.

It was 5 am and everyone else had gone to bed. There was a fear gas attack and while no one had been unable to put on their rebreather, the manor was still on lockdown, though, just to monitor in case of any delayed effects. Tim wasn't supposed to be on the batcomputer but it was important! He was doing research on the new chemicals Scarecrow had added to his toxin and if their addition changed the effects of the formula as compared to the original. As it turns out, he was right. It seemed that now prolonged exposure could cause delayed effects. Fuck, Tim loves being right! He starts recording any other new effects the toxin may have.

A chill hits him. The hairs on the back of his neck raise. He can feel eyes with malicious intent watching him. After being robin for so long, he knows what the stare of a real threat feels like as it watches its prey. Fuck. Someone must have gotten into the cave. He thinks of yelling for Kon, but Kryptonians can't hear into the cave. His family is all asleep in their respective bedrooms, and there's no one that can get to him in time. He hasn't acknowledged their presence yet, so he could pick up his phone and pretend to send a funny text to a friend but actually text the other bats, but that could also backfire if his intruder swooped in while he was vulnerable.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Maybe his rebreather was cracked. Maybe this is all just delayed fear gas effects. Maybe one of his siblings hadn't handed all of their gear off to be washed and he's just getting a mini whiff of the gas, and that's why he feels the eyes of a predator on his back.

He hears something rustle.

Ok, so not a hallucination, probably. Auditory hallucinations usually take exposure to copious amounts of gas, but maybe this was all part of the new strand.

He could feel them getting closer. He slowly wraps his hand round a battarang that was left on the desk. He can't see anything in the reflection of the screen. On the count of three he has to turn around and face his opponent.

Three. Fuck, he's exhausted.

Two. He's too tired to be doing this.

One. Bruce is gonna kill him if he dies.

Go.

He turns around and stands all in one motion, staying as low to the ground as possible. He doesn't have long to take in all of his surroundings, so he does it quick. This would be so much easier if he had his mask, which can track the heat of body signatures, but he took it off so Alfred could clean it. He really hopes Alfred isn't the one to find his body.

He doesn’t see anything in his immediate line of sight. He keeps his body moving, so he's a harder target. He looks everywhere else. Nothing. Maybe it's an LOA assassin. Ra's needs to get off his dick already.

But he looks even in the spots where a ninja would be trained to hide, and... nothing. Nothing at all. An alarming amount of nothing. By his calculations there was an 85% chance that it wasn't a hallucination. He drops his fighting stance. He did forget to factor in his sleep deprivation...

As soon as his guard is down, he is immediately attacked from behind. He whirls around and drops back into a fighting stance. His training kicks in. Don’t look at the affected area first, look at your attacker first. He ignores the pain in his leg and looks to where they would have to be standing and...nothing. He looks down to his leg.

Fucking Gus.

"Get off of me, asshole!! Why are you even here? Can Jason seriously not sleep without his cat fucking night?" Tim tries to peel Gus's claws out of him where Gus's limbs are wrapped around his leg. "Ow! Fuck! Don't bite me! This is why I don’t pet you. Get. The. Fuck. Off. Of. Me."

He finally tosses Gus off his leg and Gus runs away impressively fast for a cat if his size.

Tim yells out across the batcave, "I never thought I could hate a cat until I met you!"

[iwritesickfic]

Any of your OCs terribly sick with a nasty stomach bug and after recovering spreads it to their caretaker partner so the roles get reversed

thanks for the prompt! I took "terribly sick" very seriously, lol

Theo’s very uncomfortable, and for once it isn’t because he’s sick. It’s because Seamus is. It’s a rare occurrence - it happens maybe once or twice a year, and it almost never last more than a day or two. Rarer still is something that legitimately makes him feel awful. And something Theo’s seen only once or twice before is an actual fever. 

It just so happens that they’ve hit the jackpot with whatever stomach bug he has, because he’s been vomiting for the last two days and they're going strong into day three. And he's miserable. And he's running a fever. 

Since he spiked the fever yesterday he's quarantined himself in the studio. It's on their third floor, and he's told Theo to not come up under any circumstances. Sure, there's a nice couch up there and a bathroom and everything, but it makes Theo feel like shit that Seamus is all alone. Especially because whenever he's sick, Seamus makes sure he's never all alone. Still, every time he's even suggested coming up, Seamus has shot him down vehemently.

Theo's been standing on the landing between the second and third floor for about five minutes, holding a mug of tea, debating whether to go up. Finally, he decides he will.

The minute Seamus sees him he sighs.

"Baby," he says, and he sounds so exhausted and sick that Theo's regretting that he didn't come up sooner. But he's not just exhausted, he sounds exasperated.

"I'm just supposed to leave you up here by yourself?" He asks, leaning on the stair railing.

"Yes," he says. He looks like he hasn't slept, his eyes rimmed in purple behind his glasses. He's shivering in his sweatshirt. He's so pale too, all the usual color in his face totally washed out. Theo takes a few steps closer and Seamus sighs. "You do not wanna catch this, love."

"What if I do?"

"You don't," he says, voice clipped and short. He's lying on the couch that's against the back wall of the studio, his laptop resting on an apple box, another apple box next to it holding an empty mug and a few different bottles of medication. His massive gallon water bottle is there too. There's a wastebasket sitting next to the whole setup, presumably for when Seamus can't make it to the bathroom. Theo keeps walking and Seamus actually groans. "Please, T, I can't do this right now. My head kills. Just go back downstairs."

"No." Theo crosses his arms. "You don't want me up here?" Seamus sighs and rubs his eyes. 

"I…" he trails off, swallowing hard. "It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make, ok?"

"Well what if I wanna sacrifice too?"

"It's different." Seamus sounds so fed up, but Theo doesn't want to drop this.

"How?"

"Because I already feel really fucking bad and I know if you get it it's gonna be ten times worse." He has a point, but Theo can't make himself care enough to go back downstairs.

"Whatever." Theo crouches down so they're face to face, and lays his hand on Seamus's forehead. Seamus's eyes fall closed and he moans softly, low in the back of his throat. The heat of his skin is shocking. "You're on fire, Shay."

"I know," he mumbles, eyes still closed.

"Well I know you probably took Tylenol already, so-" Seamus shakes his head. "What? You're kidding." Usually Seamus is extremely on top of that kind of thing.

"Can't keep it down," he says, and Theo feels a pang of worry. "I told you baby, it's bad." His voice is hoarse.

"We should get you in a real bed," he says, and starts to run his hand through Seamus's hair. 

"It's not worth it to walk all the way there." It’s only a flight of stairs and a hallway, but Seamus is shaking just lying here.

"Sit up for a second," Theo says, and Seamus does. Theo settles himself down and when Seamus lays back, his head is in his lap. He sighs and curls closer to him, sighing when Theo strokes his hair. “Just let me be here,” he says softly, and Seamus sighs again, heavily, but nods.

Four days later, when Seamus is completely over his illness, Theo isn't surprised when he wakes up in the middle of the night with horrible stomach cramps. He curls closer into Seamus’s body. He's freezing, even under their heavy comforter.

Seamus stirs, his eyes cracking open.

"Mm?" He murmurs, and Theo buries his face in Seamus's t-shirt. "Shh, it's ok. You're ok," he mumbles, wrapping his arms around him and pressing a sleepy kiss to his head. He must think it's a nightmare. Theo gets them pretty regularly.

His whole body tenses and shivers when his stomach flips particularly harshly, and Seamus seems to wake up a little bit more. 

"Shh. Hey," he says, voice still quiet. When a moan slips out of Theo's mouth, he starts to rub his back. "What is it?"

"Stomach," he whispers back, and Seamus sighs. 

"Do you need me to get a bucket?" He asks, and Theo shakes his head. He doesn't want to throw up, even though part of him knows it's inevitable. But most of all he doesn't want Seamus to leave him. The only thing he ever wants when he's sick is Seamus's touch, Seamus's presence. He wonders if Seamus feels the same way. He should be regretting taking care of him, but it's only convincing him even more he made the right decision.

"I love you so much," he whispers, and Seamus keeps rubbing his back.

"I love you too."

He ends up needing the bucket. Multiple times. He hasn't been this sick to his stomach in years. The fever is bad too, hovering around 102 even after ice and the extra strength ibuprofen he may or may not have fully absorbed before throwing up again. They're up the rest of the night, then all through the next morning and afternoon.

He feels like death. His whole body is aching, he’s exhausted, and he’s so drained from the fever he can’t even stand. Even Seamus seems a little panicked, which is unusual considering that he’s seen Theo at his absolute worst. His instincts were right that Theo would be destroyed whatever virus this is, but still, Theo doesn’t regret it. 

Even if Seamus only felt a fraction of what he’s feeling right now, it would still be hell. And Theo wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he let him go through that by himself. 

Still, he’s so fucking sick. He clings to Seamus like a little kid, curled up almost all the way in his lap, shaking so hard that Seamus’s arms are the only thing keeping him from falling over. 

He doesn’t feel like he’s sleeping, but he must be, because he’s having fever dreams. Nightmares, more like. He’ll wake up sobbing into Seamus’s t-shirt, cloaked in cold sweat. Once, he wakes up in the bath, shivering in water that feels like ice with a thermometer under his tongue and Seamus stroking his hair. 

And of course, he’s vomiting. A lot. Anything that goes into his mouth is coming back out within the hour. Usually sooner. And it won’t stop once that mouthful of water or couple of pills is up. He’ll keep heaving until he has absolutely nothing left in his stomach. His cheeks are blotchy pink from burst blood vessels and all the muscles in his back and sides are sore.

They talk about it when he’s in the tub. It’s day two. Or three. It all runs together. 

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry,” Seamus whispers, and Theo shakes his head. “I am. It’s my fault. I should’ve gone to Zeke’s or gotten a hotel room or just-” His voice breaks and he stops. Theo can’t tell if there are tears in his eyes or if he’s just imagining it. “I don’t know. I should’ve…We should’ve just had a fight and maybe you wouldn’t be speaking to me but at least you wouldn’t…” He trails off.

“Don’t be sorry,” Theo says, even though his voice is so hoarse it’s more of a whisper. “I’ve gotten you sick a bunch of times.”

“Not 104-fever sick. Not…vomit-until-you-pass-out sick.”

“It’s temporary, Shay. It was worth it.”

“Don’t lie to make me feel better.”

“I’m not. I swear. You deserve…” a wave of lightheadedness washes over him and he stops, closing his eyes. “You deserve to be taken care of.” Seamus nods, but he doesn’t look convinced. “What if it was flipped? Would you just leave me?” Seamus bites his lip.

“No,” he says, voice clipped.

“Right. So shut up,” he whispers, and Seamus chokes out a laugh.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

HAYYA MOM! It's been a long time since I last talked w you <33 It's quite a tiring November-December and now I'm in the middle of taking remedial after failing some of my exams <33 How r u?? How's ur real life?? I hope everything's on track and you're health is all matter :))

I know it's quite tiring to be a single mom and there's always something unbelievable happens 💀 And in the middle of procrastinating every responsibility I should do gets me, "Oh I want to do other chores besides this." But then never get anything done :")

Also, I need a little comfort from my Adlers boys. You don't have to do this if you don't have time/don't want to, or a little comforting words from you would be nice <33

Sending lots of love to every anon 💘💝💖💗💋

🦢 anon

🦢 anon 🥹 welcome back!!! Honestly what has even been happening the month of November and December? Like seriously 🫠 I hope you are able to take some time for yourself!!

Honestly being a single parent is exhausting 😩 my youngest has been putting me through it the last few nights, refusing sleep and then waking up at like 3:30am 😐 honestly at this point, all I want for the holidays is a night of uninterrupted sleep!

Ohh Adler comfort you say 👀 I think we can whip up a little something 😏

(This got a little long 😅 also mentions of death but no one actually dies mkay)

Our faithful and wonderful Manager, YN has been working their booty off the past few months, not only as the Adlers literal pillar but as a student as well. Yn works hard form dawn until dusk, dealing with idiots and then goes to night school to continue dealing with idiots 😐 so it’s no surprises that our sweet angel is exhausted.

So after setting up the teams gym, you lay your head down on one of the folding chairs, putting your feet on another and covering yourself up, hoping to catch a 20 minute snooze before the world explodes.

Too bad you manage a team just as feral as all the others 🙃

“Hey Yn! Where are the lists for the new rosters-” Hirugami asks, stopping just inside the gym when he sees you laying on the chairs

“What the hell? Why did you stop?” Heiwajima asked as he peered out from behind the tree that was their teams captain

“Oh my god- is Yn dead?!?” A voice gasped from behind them, Hoshiumi hiding his mouth as Kageyama walks in behind him

“YN knows better than to die during a training session,” Kageyama said, walking towards the volleyballs at the serving line

Ushijima walks up to you, checking to make sure your breathing before placing his jacket on you. The team looks at him as he shrugs, “I don’t want Yn catching a sickness.”

“Dang they must be exhausted,” Romero said, walking up to your sleeping form.

“All those late nights have definitely had an affect I’m sure,” Sokolov added

“Well what do we do?” Heiwajima asked as Hirugami crossed his large arms over his broad chest

Suddenly you began to stir, eyes shooting open as you looked to see the men standing in front of you. You shoot up, accidentally falling off the chairs you had made you makeshift bed

“I’m so sorry guys! I just wanted to catch a little rest! I’ll get back to work right away,” you said as Romero grabbed your wrist gently

“No you won’t YN, you need to go home and rest!” He said as you stared at him

“Hey I’m the captain here and I give all the orders!” Hirugami said, “and I order you to go home and rest.”

Romero 👉🏻😐🙄 ffs-

“Really I’m ok guys,” you say as you rub your eyes and try to wake up

“YN it is very important to get the proper amount of sleep nightly,” Ushijima scolded you

“I’ll sleep when exams are over,” you scoffed as Sokolov picked you up, hauling you towards the door

“You are officially banned from the gym for a week Yn! And I order you to sleep!” Hirugami said following you as you sighed and admitted defeat

“Love you Yn sleep well!” Hoshiumi said waving to you.

“Rest up YN,” Ushijima said as the door the gym slammed in your face

Sure it was tough live but it was their love 🥰

[lelibug]

Been trapped in Nightmare Hell through the morning.. unable to get out of there, unable to connect or come back into, reconnect with, this Reality... It'd horrible and it's Scary As Hell......

Can't see— there's a mist, a kinda veil of film like greyish or off-white stuff, covering my eyesight... Like my glasses are MEGA smudged — even after they've been cleaned to death.

I can only kinda see anything in any kind of focus with one eye open, the other shut, like when I don't have my glasses on — it's a bad, awful situation to have to manage to get through.

The AGONY in my head is INSURMOUNTABLE. It makes opening my eyes a task itself, nevermind what it's like when I DO end up sort-of opening them....

I'm dizzy as all HELLS... Like ice gone twizzies and trying to manage stuff afterwards. Even thinking I'd too hard ... Everything else is absolutely utterly Impossible.

This Fibro FlareUp Is Seriously SO Kicking My Ass, it's... BEYOND Debilitating into TORTUROUS... It's Still Going. The PAIN is EXCRUTIATING. Moving doesn't happen without eye-watering, breath-taking AGONY. Meds have become SO Difficult to try and swallow (again)...

My Brain is about 80-99% Offline,

Slipping into Major ZoneOuts & BAD, Disturbing Hallucinations...

It's Blacking Out Again & Again & AGAIN...Days, Weeks, Months Just VANISHED. Into an Ether of Unconsciousness.

Zone Outs, BlackOuts... Blarey-Eyed & Exhausted... Utterly fucking WRECKED.

Another BAD NIGHT. Over & Over AGAIN.

NO proper food. No proper - or ANY! - Nutrition, AGAIN. Ate pancakes and some ready roasted chicken breast for "Dinner". That's all I manage these days.

Eating food makes me Black Out now. Utterly Unconscious & Unresponsive. For an average of about an hour.

The Daemon Prince of Hell is Quiet & Happy. Getting Happier. Eating Disorders/Anorexia Brain feed getting what it wants with ignored eating throughout the days

Have eaten sugary things. No real food. Not even my sammich because no one brought it out and I can't go and get it 😭 😔

A few days ago I Aspirated a sodding CAT'S CLAW Pill... I've never done THAT before. It's always been the smaller ones, like Baclofen... Like I did this morning. I Aspirated a damned Baclofen during Morning Meds on, as well... FFS....(!!!!????!!!???!)

My head is hurting SO fucking MUCH now.... Mam had to Bang my back again Hard This Time.

Haven't had to do that in a few weeks, maybe months, because if it's happened, I've managed to retch it up myself somehow. Including This Morning's One.

This Dysphagia malarkey is starting to fucking Gather Steam Again. This is NOT Good. Weather? Stress?? Haven't fucking slept, or even rested in bed, for a while. Sure as hell haven't been able to rest out of bed.

Everything has been a CHAOTIC PALAVER these last couple of weeks or so. Then the weather decided to go Stupid MEGA RollerCoster Isobars on us, as well...

An HOUR and two coffees later... and it's somewhat better... The PAINFUL AGONY in my head is down to a 9 {maybe}... Eyes have recovered a little with the film becoming a kind of haze, and I can use Both Eyes...

I'm going to have to find out sooner rather than later if the loss of focus is to do with my brain or my eyes....

It won't be good if it's my brain, clearly. But it's not going to be good news if it's my eyes, either. Getting worse than -8.25 is getting B.A.D...

I'm NOT OK. I've NUMBED.

Still feel SO HOLLOW by what happened the Animal Rescue Centre... Can't seem to get a grip on spiralling out on it...

Been another feeling really ill day... Had no BlackOuts, only a couple of Severe ZoneOuts. But then i didn't have any food, either.

Trying to do Meds for Lolli... It'd Meds Night, and we need enough to a lot over our next date.

Right now I just finished a grenade protein bar of chocolate and I had a couple of custard creams... Nothing more. And nothing really happened.

Guess that says a lot.

I don't know How or Quite Why what happened at the Rescue Centre was Triggering, but it's been MASSIVE... but I don't know where to go from here.

Especially when it looks like from the get-go they don't want us to even BE there.

It's too complex and too multi-faceted what went WRONG that day, how it played out.

I wasn't in control and it turned into a Clusterfuck.

I'm still TERRIFIED of going back.

I don't know what to do.

[manchestereyes]

📢📢PHIL IS LESS THAN 1000 AWAY FROM 4MIL📢📢

[heresathreebee]

Kinktober Day 12 FORMAL WEAR/ BODY WORSHIP

Dewey Finn x Reader smut

Tags: 18+ | 1.7k words | you're engaged, small angst, bad joke, self consciousness, male body worship, so many kisses guys, lipstick smears, unprotected sex, pulling out

AN: I fucking got so far into this and said “WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T I DO BEETLEJUICE FOR THIS”

You never expected to see the day. Dewey Finn in shorts made for a child's uniform? Sure. Dewey Finn in a band t-shirt and old jeans? Duh. You had accepted his engagement proposal fully aware that he would probably meet you at the altar in a zipper hoodie and sneakers. 

And yet here he is before your very eyes at a fancy dinner to celebrate Ms. Mullins' award in genuine black tie wear. Every time you look away from him, you feel like you simply imagined it, but then you turn back and see him and he's actually wearing a nice, fitted black and white suit and tie. 

"Are you ok?" Dewey tried to measure your temperature by putting the back of his hand to your forehead, smiling. "You look like you've seen a ghost." 

You chirp, "Have you seen what you're wearing? I think hell is freezing over." 

You gesture with your glass of wine at his attire and he smirks. "Ooooh, your original home is cold! Do you want my jacket, babe?" 

"Fuuuuck yooouuu, Finn," you stage-whisper. 

Dewey spreads his arms out wide. "You are more than welcome to! You put a ring on it after all."  

Someone cleared their throat and you jumped– caught under the watchful eye of Rose Mullins herself. You sputtered an apology and dragged Dewey over to Ned Schneebly so he would have someone to keep him somewhat appropriate while you talk to other teachers from your school. 

A couple hours later you overhear a tipsy conversation they're having. "I can't believe you wore an actual suit! It looks good on you, man." 

Dewey blew a raspberry. "Come on, this is so not me, Ned! I mean look at me, man– I used to be somebody. A rockstar on the rise and now I'm in a real relationship with a teaching gig and soon to be married.

"Can you imagine? Me! Married! I'm falling apart," you hear him say. 

Ned scoffs loudly. "What are you talking about, man? You've got so much good going on!" 

"I know, it's crazy!" 

You're… well, you're not sure how to interpret Dewey's revelations. And you had your back to each other so he probably doesn't even know you heard him. The more you get to thinking about it the more angry and nervous you become. 

Did Dewey not want to be marrying you? But he asked! 

Was it just out of obligation? Was he just afraid that if he didn't, you would leave him? You thought he loved you and his job but it sounded like he was complaining… 

You let it boil and simmer for the rest of the night, ignoring him when he asked you questions and not responding to his attempts to joke around. You made him drive so you could attempt to sleep and see if that made you feel better, but all it did was give you a nightmare about being 50 and miserably married. 

"Hey," Dewey pokes you in the ribs after you both got out of the car, "what's gotten into you?" 

You ignored him all the way up to your bedroom while he fired off at the mouth as per usual. By the time you reached the bedroom he had exhausted his supply of gags and called your name worriedly. 

"Hey, seriously: what's wrong?" 

You plop yourself on the end of the bed to take your shoes off, clearly pouting despite your efforts. "Nothing." 

Dewey hums. "Oh it's nothing, that's why you've been avoiding me all night." 

"Just drop it, Dew, I'm not in the mood." 

"I can't!" You glare at him and he flounders around for words until: "babe if I leave it, you're not going to want to talk about it at all, and then the next time we have an argument, it's gonna come back with a vengeance." 

… ok, so you did do that once or twice before…

Dewey waited. “Ok? What did you hear?” 

You sigh and flop your head on your pillows, earrings in hand and feet aching. "I just… I heard you…" 

“Marriage isn’t you.” You glared at him. ‘You told Ned marriage wasn’t ‘you.’ So what, I’m a burden now?” 

“H-wha-hat?,” Dewey laughed, “what are you talking about? AAAH–” 

Dewey ducked as a shoe flew at him. “What? What??” 

“Dewey Finn, if you don’t want to marry me, why did you freaking propose?” 

All of the goofiness was sapped out of the air. Dewey’s face dropped and he really looked at you now. He sighed and kicked his shoes off and sat on your side of the bed, somber. 

“I don’t know how to tell you I love you more than I already have,” he starts, then back peddles. “What I mean is… babe, what you heard was just a joke.” 

He looks to you and freezes under your deeply unamused stare. “Uh… Ned didn’t find it funny either, soooo I guess you could say it was in pretty poor taste. 

“Listen babe,” Dewey scoots closer and takes your hand. “You’re on the right track: if I didn’t want to marry you, I wouldn’t be! But I am so, you know, I do! I love you, babe, honestly.” 

He turns his head and gives you big puppy dog eyes. “I just… I just…” 

Being cute was easier than being real. Dewey plants fat, wet kisses on the back of your hand. He sighs and makes you scoot over to lay down on the bed next to you. “I don’t know why I… I guess I just never imagined anybody would want to shackle themselves to a guy who looks like me. Or even the other way around– I never imagined I’d be the type of guy to settle down, you know?” 

You hadn't considered it before. Sometimes people who rail against 'the institution of marriage' are also people who never got the chance to believe they could love or be loved that way… hang on– 

A thought interrupted you– "I thought you said 'who could love a guy like me.' What's this about 'who could love a guy who looks like me' business?" 

You look at him for an answer and he raises an eyebrow at you. He thinks you're not serious but when you don't back track he scoffs. Dewey shows you what he means by patting his belly firmly and making it jiggle. 

"I guess I didn't realize you were self conscious about that," you wondered aloud. 

"I am not," he pouts. "I'm fat, that's all. Nobody wants a fat guy if they can help it or– or do better." 

You shrug. "Ok so you're fat– it's not a bad word. It doesn't have to be a bad word. And I can assure you, this?" You pat his stomach. "This is very good to me." 

That's how you end up with him trembling that night, hands balled into fists at his side trying to obey your no touch command and covered in hickeys and love bites. 

It took an hour to undress him fully because for every piece of cloth you removed from his body you showered him in kisses and praise, announcing all your favorite things about him. He felt silly when you were fiddling with his bowtie, but his arousal skyrocketed with every brush of your hand over what piece you would take next and what you would say next. 

It was embarrassing. It was sexy. And it filled him to the brim with warmth at how passionate you are about him and his body. It's not a 'despite your flaws' kind of love, it's included. 

He's laying on his back and naked when you finally come back to worshipping his belly. His hard member is so close but you ignore it in favor of peppering his pooch with refreshed lipstick. Dewey has to put his hands up by his head to stop himself from stopping you. 

It's like it stings. It stings to have anyone openly notice his stomach but to know you do it out of love, your own arousal and interest, that sting is accompanied by a deep pleasure. 

"Please, please," Dewey swallows, "stop teasing, baby, please." 

"Since you asked so nicely…" 

You were planning to suck his dick but you're dripping and you need him just as much as he needs you right now. You fit your thighs on the outside of his, almost getting bucked off balance as he realizes oh shit, you're really done teasing and you sink down onto him with a gratuitous sigh. 

When your hips are pressed flush together, Dewey rocks his to feel something– anything. It's like you were made for each other. He's not going to last and frankly neither are you. His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass and push and pull to get you to work. 

"Come on baby," he says. "It's all yours. Take it." 

God he looks like a dream. You start to ride him at a steady pace and watch his eyes flutter for a moment. His hair's a fluffy mess, lip swollen from being bitten, stomach arms and chest littered with lipstick marks. It's not long before he's glistening with sweat and his hips are meeting yours to push you both closer to the edge. 

"M close," you grip his shoulders and ride him harder, "fuck! Dewey." 

"Almost…" Your fiancée catches your hips in a bruising grip to gain back some of the control. He knows when you come you'll slam back down and he'll have no choice but to come inside you. He pulls you towards him, making you bend and he captures a nipple in his mouth and drives his hips up, up, up until he feels you clamp down with a scream. 

You're too much and he barely pulls out before he's coming too. His pearly ejaculate paints your lower lips, your ass, and the last of it paints his own stomach. 

You're panting together in the moonlight, hugging each other fiercely to try and make the moment last just a little longer. In this crazy, fucked up world you managed to find your person and god help the world you should ever be parted again. 

[sicklings-world]

Elder Mark x reader

Craig of the creek

I wrote that thing a while ago and well, let's say that back then it was cool for me. The more I look at it, the more cringy it gets. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Mark's pov

When I woke up in the morning, I felt like literal shit. My head was killing me and I was feeling generally exhausted. But since we had a livestream of DnD planned for today, I couldn't skip the day.

I got dressed and took a painkiller, hoping that it'll help.

When I arrived at the creek, I headed to the Elder Rock as always, ready to meet with Barry, David and Y/N.

Your pov

I was at Elder Rock with David and Barry. We were waiting for Mark to arrive, which was weird, because usually he was the one waiting for us. Afer about half an hour, he finally arrived.

"H-hey, guys!"- Mark greeted us, but something was off. His voice was raspy and he sounded like he had a stuffed nose.

"Hey Mark" - The others replied. I thought that they didn't notice anything weird and I was just concerned without any real reason, but then Barry came at me.

"Hey, Y/N, don't you think that Mark seems a little odd today, or is it just me?"- He asked.

"Yeah, I think that too, but let's wait for a while, we'll see how will it develop."- I replied. I knew that Mark won't admit that he's sick, he's damn stubborn. We needed to wait for the situation.

"So, how 'bout we start the game already?"- Mark said. We all agreed to it.

As soon as the campaign started, everyone saw that Mark was acting kind of clumsy, well, he almost knocked a board off the table. He was also sniffing from time to time and letting out light coughs.

"Alright that's it. Mark, what's wrong? You seem weird today, are you alright?" I asked with concern. The boy was sick. Yet I knew that he'll deny it at all cost.

"Yeah, I'm good, why you ask tho?" He replied, just as I thought, completely denying that he's sick.

"You definetly don't look *good*. Let me just-" I leaned to touch his forehead and it shocked my by how hot it was. "Mark, you have a fever. Like, very high. So don't tell me you're not sick."

"I'm totally ok, I don't know what are you talking about!" He stood up, visibly trembling and shivering, then he passed out and fell on the ground, scaring us to death.

"MARK!" Barry shouted in fright. "Dude, chill, he's not dead. Or is he? Y/N is he dead?" David asked. God, and I'm spending my free time with those guys on daily basis. I kneeled next to Mark trying to keep calm and carry on this whole situation. "Well, he's breathing so I guess he's still alive." I wanted to calm Barry and David, tho them panicking wasn't the best at the moment.

"Mark? Mark, can you hear me?" No response. "Barry, David, get him on the couch. We gotta wait 'til he's awake" (A/N: let's say that they have a couch in there)

Time passed, and we were more and more concerned about Mark. In the meantime I went to get him a cold cloth and put it on his forehead. After some more time passed he was finally waking up.

"Nngh... Wha- what happened" Asked Mark, before starting painfully coughing. Seriously, it was hurting just from listening. "You passed out, dumbass. Do you still think you're not sick?"

"No... *sniff* I just want to go home now, everything hurts me"

"Alright, Barry, David, take him home, and I'll go to the pharmacy on my way there. We'll meet later" I ordered, hoping that they'll help me.

Mark's pov

As Barry and David got me home, they left and I got myself in bed, trying to fall asleep.

Well, I couldn't. Painkillers I took earlier stopped working, so my headache was back and my stomach felt like it was trying to digest itself. I wanted to go drink some water, thinking that it would help, but as soon as I stood up, a sudden wave of nausea hit me and I blasted straight to the bathroom. I started throwing up the contents of my stomach, but since I haven't had anything to eat today, I was throwing up only water. After some time I started dry heaving and heard a door opening sound.

Your pov

I walked into Mark's house and left medicine at the countertop in the kitchen. I headed to his room, but didn't find him there. "Mark? Where are you?" I shouted moving through the hallway, when I heard noises from the bathroom. I walked in and found Mark clutched to the toilet, throwing- well, trying to- throw up. I kneeled next to him and put my hand on his back. His shirt was sticking to his back because of sweat. Despite it was gross, I started running my hand in circles to comfort him a little. "Did you throw up something already?" I asked. "Yeah, but it was only water" He said with whispering tone "Nothing more will come out" He finished, breathing heavily. "Let's get you to bed Marky, I'll bring some medicine in a moment" I said and Mark went to his room as I took the medicine and thermometer from the kitchen and went back up to him.

"Alright, I'm gonna take your temperature" I said, sticking the thermometer in his mouth. When it beeped, I took it out and read what it said. "38.7 °C. Pretty high. Take this, it should help." I said and handed him fever pill, which he took without protesting. After some time, I could hear a light snoring, that meant Mark fell asleep. I decided to let him rest and put a cloth soaked with cold water on his forehead.

Hours passed and it was getting late, so I was about to leave. But as I stood up, Mark grabbed my wrist. "Y/N where are you going" he said, still half-asleep "It's late, I think I should leave, but don't worry I'll come here tommorow" I assured him, holding his hand "I don't want to be alone... Can you stay with me? Please...?" he asked, making puppy eyes. He knew that I can't say no to them. "Fine, I will stay. Just give me some space" I said, getting in bed next to Mark and cuddling to sleep. Soon we both fell asleep.

~~~Morning~~~

Mark's pov

When I woke up in the morning, I was feeling a lot better than yesterday. My nose was clear and also the headache that's been bugging me was gone. I hugged Y/N and kissed her forehead to show that I was thankful. She smiled in her sleep. Damn, no wonder why I fell in love with that girl.

~End~

Additionally: Craig of the creek is an underrated show

[emeraldeyes23]

Fictober/Fantober 2020 - Day 7 - Sick Day

"Eiji!" When Ash had heard something break in the kitchen, he had run over within seconds, only to find Eiji lying on the kitchen floor, unconscious. It had scared the hell out of him. He had checked for any sign of injury because of the broken glass shards lying everywhere but had found none. Instead, he had realized that he was burning up. So, he had carried him to their bedroom and had put him into bed again. Since he had been shivering and he couldn't find a blanket, he had put him into one of his warm hoodies. It looked ridiculous because they were much too big for him, but he couldn't help but smile for a moment. Eiji seemed so cozy and cute. "A- Ash?", he croaked out. Eiji's voice sounded hoarse and nearly failed him. "Yes, it's me. Goddammit, Eiji, don't scare me like that!", Ash shouted a bit too loudly, glaring at him furiously. Despite his anger, Eiji never looked scared. Instead, he smiled weakly at him, having noted the fear in his voice. Even Ash had heard his voice trembling at the end. At this point, Eiji knew only too well that his outbursts were a sign that he was genuinely worried about him. He just wasn't capable of showing his real emotions. Most of his life, he had only learned to suppress his feelings, to bury them deep inside of him. In his cruel life, feelings were a weakness that made you vulnerable and killed you in the end. He had tried to show more of his emotions towards Eiji, but it wasn't easy for him... Still confused, Eiji slowly opened his eyes again, looking at him. Ash had placed a cold cloth on his forehead to stop the fever from getting worse. Then, he had sat at his bedside and had watched over him carefully, making sure he didn't get worse. Ash put a hand across his face and sighed in frustration. He should have noticed that Eiji wasn't feeling well. Judging by the high fever, Eiji had probably hidden his discomfort and cold from him for some time. Damn idiot. Eiji looked pale as a sheet and looked so exhausted he could barely keep his eyes open. The way he groaned in pain while rubbing at his temples, he probably had a massive headache. Cold sweat was visible on his forehead, and little droplets were running down his face. When he took his hand, he noticed they were sweaty as well, and he was still shivering despite the warm room temperature. Ash cleaned his sweaty face again and put another cold cloth on his forehead. He could see how Eiji relaxed, so it was helping him to feel a bit better. Ash wanted to touch his cheek to comfort him but hesitated, stopping in mid-air. He frowned, wondering if he was allowed to touch Eiji in a situation where he wasn't feeling well. Maybe he would hurt or scare him... Eiji had taught him that his hands could not only kill and hurt people but also comfort and heal people. At the beginning, he hadn't believed him, but he had eventually noticed how his touch made Eiji relax and how he always leaned into his touch. He had never learned kind gestures, so he had started copying the ones Eiji used on him. Still, he often hesitated, still afraid to hurt Eiji. Eiji smiled knowingly at him, lifted his hand and intertwined their fingers. It was Eiji's way of showing him that his touch would never hurt him. Ash tried again, touching his cheek while his features relaxed again. "How are you feeling?" "I'm f- ", Eiji began, trying to sit up but instantly regretted it, grimacing in pain before rubbing his temples in an attempt to soothe it. Ash just shook his head in disbelief and pushed him back into the cushions, gently but firmly. "Don't you dare lie to me!", Ash harshly interrupted him at once, his green eyes tightening. Anger rushed through him while he glared dangerously at him. Then, he took a deep breath to calm himself. His voice softened again, and sadness overcame him when he realized that Eiji always took good care of him but now that the tables were turned, he didn't know what he was supposed to do to comfort Eiji. It always looked so easy when Eiji did it. Even so, he desperately wanted to be there for Eiji.

He'd do anything for him.

"Just let me take care of you for once, ok? I know I'm seriously bad at it, but I want to comfort and help you, too." He sat there with slumped shoulders, his eyes looking down at him but not meeting his gaze. He felt so useless in this situation; how could someone like him ever comfort Eiji?

Eiji suddenly took his hand in his and smiled faintly at him, making him look up in surprise.

"I'm sorry, Ash. I should have told you sooner. I just didn't want to trouble you with that. I felt so pathetic and weak. I didn't want to be a burden to you. You have so much going on right now, with Arthur and your fight against Dino. My cold is not even worth mentioning in comparison.", he tried to explain it to him while pure warmth was reflected in his eyes.

Eiji's words immediately made him feel better. His warm smile always healed his heart and removed any dark thoughts that had crossed his mind within seconds. He moved closer to him and gently ruffled his hair.

"Eiji, please stop saying that. You're never a burden or trouble to me. You're the best thing ever happening to me. I'm so glad I've met you. You gave me new hope and showed me that there are good people in this world who care about me. That life can also be beautiful.", he admitted honestly. He couldn't remember when he had confessed his feelings to anyone so openly before. Usually, it wasn't necessary since Eiji just took one look at him and knew what he was thinking. It was scary at times, yet he secretly loved it that they shared such a close bond.

Eiji smiled weakly at him, yawning. "But - "

"Eiji, be honest. When was the last time you slept for more than a few hours? You always wait for me to come home no matter how late it is. Even so, you still get up early every day, making breakfast for everyone. It's no wonder you're exhausted.", Ash reminded him sternly.

"I... That's not... I can't sleep unless I know you're safe." Then his eyes darkened slightly before he turned away from him, avoiding his gaze.

"I just feel useless if I don't do anything. Like a freeloader. I can't fight by your side, but I can at least take care of your gang and the apartment."

"Please take care of yourself first.", Ash scolded him lightly.

Eiji nodded quietly. He seemed utterly exhausted and couldn't keep his eyes open any longer.

"Eiji, don't sleep yet. Take your medication first." He helped him sit up a bit before handing him two pills and a glass of water. "Painkillers.", he explained. "For your fever and your headache. "You'll feel better."

Eiji took them and drank the water. After Ash had helped him lay down again, Eiji closed his eyes again and drifted off to sleep. Ash bent down and placed a soft kiss on his forehead as Eiji had done so many times to comfort him after a nightmare.

After a while, Ash lay down next to Eiji and began reading a book while watching the sleeping figure next to him. He had apparently fallen asleep next to him because he was woken up by a low mumbling sound next to him. Still dazed, he moved in that direction to make sure Eiji was safe.

However, when he moved, he heard a soft complaint next to him and followed the sound with his gaze. While he had been asleep, Eiji had shifted so that his head rested on his chest now while his arm was flung around him, as if protecting him, his hand grabbing his upper arm. He was sleeping so peacefully that Ash didn't dare to move again.

Eiji had noticed him moving because he pulled him closer and mumbled something.

"Ash... Don't leave..."

Ash stared at Eiji in surprise, then slowly ran a hand through his brown hair. He saw Eiji relax again before a small smile appeared on his face. Eiji has once explained to him that he was afraid that he'd leave without telling him and would be suffering all alone somewhere.

"Idiot.", muttered Ash but couldn't help but smile in return.

"No matter where I go, I'll always find my way back to you in the end."

[theinnernerd]

I got a Twitter and kinda ditched tumblr... :( this is my attempt to change that.

This is Altean Lance from a scene in my fic The Shadow of a Prince ✨🤗✨

I’ll post an excerpt below because I CAN!!!! OmG I MISSSD the tumblr platform. I’m so FREE! I can write HOWEVER MUCH I WANT about this post.

Maybe it’s nostalgia but tumblr>>>>>Twitter. And that’s on that.

It was in the dead of the night when an alarm on Keithek’s suit started beeping.

He had been trying to doze off, not feeling like readying himself for bed, but feeling sleepy enough that if he sat down and rested his eyes for a bit, he could get a decent few minutes of sleep that would sustain him for the day tomorrow. But the beeping pulled him out of the sleepy haze he had managed to sink under in an instant and he was suddenly wide awake again.

Keithek sighed. Lance had left his room.

Standing, he went to go find him. Rounding a few quick corners before he finally got to him, the boy still seeming to glow under the low light of the hall as he walked quietly down the hall.

Keithek sighed again, shaking his head, annoyed. Did the prince really think he was being sly? He knew that this was something his sister had decreed would be strictly forbidden until the threat was neutralized. Clearly, the prince still didn’t care.

He walked up behind him silently and as soon as he was within a foot of him he cleared his throat and tried not to take pleasure in the way the prince squawked with surprise and shot his gaze over to him. As soon as his blue eyes landed on Keithek’s, they instantly narrowed with anger. He let out an annoyed humph and groaned, thrusting his hands into his already tousled hair as he turned back around, clearly annoyed.

He was devoid of any jewelry or other adornments. He wasn't even wearing his crown. Seeing him without his usual get up was... strange. More strange than he thought it would be. The blue marks beneath his eyes were almost more apparent without the usual amount of decoration, and his natural features, in Keithek's opinion, were enhanced.

“I don’t think I need to explain to you that you should be in your room right now your highnesses. You aren’t safe to walk the halls alone at night.”

“How the hell are you even- you’re- it’s literally the ass crack of dawn and you’re in full quiznacking uniform?! Do you sleep? What the hell?”

The questions felt directed more to himself than they were to Keithek or anyone else. He muttered them unhappily, glaring at Keithek with almost as much distaste as the queen herself. Keithek pretended he didn’t notice the similarities in their unhappy facial expressions from the shape of their pointed faces to the curved narrow slits of their eyes. He ignored the feeling of slight discomfort he felt when seeing the queens face resembled so clearly in the princes annoyed and exasperated face.

“I’m alerted whenever you leave your room. It’s my job to be ready to stop you from making stupid decisions.”

It seemed that both the prince and himself were a bit surprised at the forward ness of that comment and the slight lack of professionalism that Keithek had let slip.

The prince brushed it off though and turned around, ignoring him as he pushed forwards where he had been going down the hall. The glare that Keithek received from him when he had stepped in front of him and stopped him from moving forward was vicious.

“Move.” He said shortly. Staring Keithek down, using their slight difference in hight to his advantage.

“You know I can not do that your highness. Keithek replied tiredly.

Lance groaned sliding his hands down his face in demonstration of his irritability. “What's your fucking problem, man?! Can't you just let me go for a walk around my castle at night if I want?”

“No.” Keithek said. “It's still dangerous.”

The prince looked visibly exhausted, running his hands through his hair and sighing. “Fine. You know what? Fine! Asshole! God! My life is the most pathetic…” He kept mumbling as he turned on his heel and began walking down the hallway again to go back to his room, getting far enough away after a while that Keithek couldn’t hear what he was saying anymore, and suddenly Keithek felt guilty.

He could sympathize, in some ways, with the prince, even if what he was doing was irresponsible and they both knew it. He wanted to be left to his own devices. He wanted to live his life. Having someone like Keithek on his back had to be frustrating. So for whatever reason, he took pity on him and blurred out something he really hadn’t expected he would actually say.

“I can accompany you however.” Keithek said to Lance’s back quickly. If you would like.

Lance halted in his steps, pausing a bit before turning back, giving him a skeptical look.

“Technically I am instructed to keep you in your room, but…” Keithek hesitated. He wanted to earn Lance’s trust. To show him that he was on his side, and that he trusted him too. He chose then to drop formalities, letting his spine relax a bit, offering Lance a look of solace.

“Look, I get it.” He said. “Sometimes You need a distraction, and trying to sleep just doesn't work. My job is to keep you safe, and I'll do that. But Nobody has to know about my breaking minor rules if it helps you relax…”

Lance just stared at him seeming as though he didn't believe his words. His eyebrows furrowed, but he turned around.

“Ok....” he said, drawing out the word. “Then I'm going to the kitchens.” He began walking forwards again and Keithek quietly trailed behind him.

Lance stretched, rolling his shoulders and yawning as they reached the entrance. He walked languidly to the counter and began collecting an assortment of food on his plate. Keithek stood at attention by the door, watching him. He filled a glass with some liquid Keithek couldn't name, and took a seat at the table, draping himself over the edge, one arm propping him up.

He was about to lift the glass to his lips when he looked up at Keithek, like he was only just realizing that he hadn't sat down with him.

Lance drew his eyebrows together and gave him a slightly irritated look of confusion.

“What, you're not allowed to sit either?” He asked sarcastically, gesturing to the seat across from him like it was ridiculous that he wasn't already there, his face twisted in annoyance.

“No, I'm allowed but for your safe-“ Keithek began but Lance cut him off, rolling his eyes.

“Oh my god, Just fucking sit down.” He said.

Keithek bristled in surprise but obeyed the prince, walking tentatively to the seat across from him, Lance’s eyes following him as he chewed, seeming to inspect him, looking him up and down.

When Keithek sat, Lance looked back at his plate, chewing and looking to be deep in thought. A long quiet ensued as Lance ate before he spoke up.

“How old are you.” Lance asked unprecedentedly, still watching the food he was pushing around.

Keithek was taken back by his question but answered after a moment of hesitation. “Twenty four,” he responded.

The prince quirked an eyebrow. “Geez, your pretty young to have such a giant stick up your ass.”

For perhaps the umpteenth time that night, Keithek didn't know how to respond to one of the princes unexpected comments.

“Do you ever, like, not take things so seriously?” He asked. Meeting his eyes.

Keithek's heart skipped, without permission when their eyes met, shocked at just how strikingly blue they were under the dim glow of the kitchens lights.

The prince was presenting himself to Keithek in ways that he had never seen him. Away from nobles, citizens of Altea, and even his sister, Lance was incredibly more casual. Almost like how he had been with the big Altean with yellow markings. Just less… friendly. He had a snarky sarcastic sense about him that Keithek hadn't assumed of him when they first met. Rather he seemed to be the professional, stubborn, hard ass that he was accusing Keithek of being now. Why he was choosing to show this side of himself to Keithek of all people, he didn't know.

When he didn't respond, Lance continued. Taking another sip from his glass. “Look. He said. I don't like being smothered, and I don't like unnecessary tension. But if my sister is going to sick you on to me for the rest of time I'd rather get over all these stupid formalities, and tell you that you are the last thing I want in my life right now.”

He paused, allowing himself to chew and swallow his food.

“But, he continued,” I'm pretty sure I won't be able to get out of this, so if you start treating me like a person rather than a fragile little flower, and loosen up a bit, we'll get along fine. Let me live my life and if there's ever someone going to stab me in the back, then you can stop them. But I'm not going to tolerate coddling and whatever other shit rules Allura gave you on how to treat me, got that?”

With his words, Keithek finally felt that he was starting to understand the prince. At least in some ways. What he was asking for was respectable, and Keithek was willing to give him that, as long as he knew that he was going to be with him at all times, like Allura had instructed him to be.

The prince was becoming more real with every interaction they had. Here, in this room, watching him slump over the table and eat his food with the most unamused face Keithek thought he had the ability to make, without his royal attire and glittering adornments, he looked normal.

Keithek nodded. “Yeah. He replied. I get it.”

“Great.” The prince said unenthusiastically, before he lifted himself back up, downing the last of his drink and then walked to put away his dishes. Keithek pushed away the mild surprise he felt upon witnessing an Altean royal wash his own dishes, his hands soapy as he scrubbed the surface of the plate before rinsing it off with water.

When the prince grabbed the entire bottle of the drink he had been sipping on earlier, Keithek looked curiously at him and asked, “what is that stuff.”

The prince frowned, looking down at the bottle. “If it’s any good?” He said, “It will help me forget that we ever had this conversation.” And with that, he took a big swig, right from the bottle, meeting Keithek’s eyes in a deadpan stare before he turned and walked out the doors. Keithek followed him silently back to Lance’s room, watching as he wordlessly scanned his hand to open the doors and walk inside, leaving Keithek in the hallway without another word.

[supraveng]

Cocktail Hour

Summary: you work for Stark in his lab and get to know the Avengers, you also moonlight as a bartender

Characters: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanof, Reader

Warnings: SMUT and story and a bit of fluff, alcohol consumption, 

Word Count: 4312

“What do you want, Wilson?” you asked without looking up from the project you were working on.   “Is that anyway to treat your favorite Avenger?” he responds with a smirk.  “Oh, I didn’t realize you brought Bucky with you” you smirk as you look up a bit shocked to see Bucky standing behind Sam and with a shit eating grin. 

“Wow, really Y/N?  I thought we were friends'' he responds in a huff.  “Wilson, you only come visit when you want something from me, it’s never friendly chatting.  I’m busy, what do you want?” you deadpan knowing the more you agitate him the longer this is going to take, but you don’t care.  Getting Sam all riled up is one of your favorite past times, and one that you and Bucky have been bonding over.  

“Fine, I’ll make it short and sweet.  I need you to put in a good word for me with your girl, Savannah'' he states as he wiggles his eyebrows.  You freeze and slowly look at Sam, with a slight squint.  

“WHAT?” you respond exasperated that he’s interrupting your project that seems to be never ending.  "Please?  She's cute and we really hit it off, but I'll be coming back to the bar this week to get her number and you can make sure she knows I'm more than worth her time" he tells you with a smug look on his face.  

"First of all, since when does the, and I quote, great Sam Wilson need help getting numbers? Second, her name is Sienna not Savannah. And last but not least, you aren't her type" you respond with a smirk, knowing just how much your points are getting under my skin.  

"Alright now, I don't need your help getting numbers, women love me. I just wanted you to be a supportive friend" he grumbles at you.  You just raise an eyebrow waiting for him to continue. 

"Second, she said Savanna like the city in Georgia." "Its Siena, like the city IN ITALY!" you interrupted.  

"And third, how could this not be her type?" he said as he gestured from his head to his toes, flashing that ridiculous smile and beginning to flex his biceps.  You let out a heavy sigh and you can tell he thinks he's got you stumped.  

"While all that" you waive your hand towards him "might interest some women, you just don't have what she wants" you state while slightly shaking your head sadly. He's about to start up with another dispute and any other time you would love to spend hours tormenting him like this, but you were still working and had a few hours left to finish the reconfiguration of your latest project, so you step closer. 

Putting your hands on his shoulders and looking up at him with an apologetic smile "Sam, you don't have a vagina. I'm sorry, but she's not interested unless you do."  

Bucky couldn't hold it in any longer and was doubled over in laughter. "Now, if you boys didn't bring me coffee, get out of my lab" you say as sweetly as possible.  "But she was so flirty, are you sure?  Maybe she's bi?" he asks trying to understand what he missed. 

 "She's a waitress Sam, flirting gets you bigger tips.  I mean did you give your usual amount or did she earn a bit extra?" you ask only trying to get him to see the reality of their interactions.  

"Damn it!" he huffs as he turns around to leave.  Bucky straightens up trying to calm himself down when he looks up at you "I'll be right back with your coffee" 

A few minutes later, Tony walks in with a quizzical look on his face "what did you do to birdman and gramps?"  He moves past you toward the back of the lab.  

"Why would you think I did anything to those two?" you ask as innocently as possible.  He arches an eyebrow and you concede "ugh, why does that always work? Ok, it's no big deal, Sam was asking about my coworker Siena, and I told him he had no chance since she's into women. But apparently when a waitress flirts its interest and not just trying to get a bigger tip, he learned a lot today" you sigh as you continue working.  

"What do you mean "coworker Siena''? He asks using air quotes.  "I've never seen her in my lab, who is she?"  " She's a waitress at the bar" you mumble realizing Tony didn't know about your other job. You have been an intern for him, working on your doctorate in Biomedical engineering, for the last year and he didn't know you had another job. This isn't going to end well you thought to yourself.  

"How is it possible you have another job? You are here all the time, how do you have time to work at a bar, write your dissertation, find time to sleep and have a social life?" he asks, seeming like he's been swindled or something.  

"And why do you have another job?  This internship pays above average for engineers, I'm not even sure what's going on around here anymore."  

"Ok, Tony, first of all, I thought you knew, I cleared it with legal before I accepted the internship.  I've been working at The Rum House since my freshman year and they are flexible with my hours. Two, the work I'm doing here is my dissertation,  three who are you to question my sleep habits?  And four, I like staying busy, I don't have a social life per say and I'm ok with that" you state with a shrug just as Bucky comes walking in with a huge cup of coffee.

"One venti flat white with hazelnut, sorry am I interrupting?" he questions as he hands you the coffee.  You immediately bring it to your face and take a deep breath closing your eyes to enjoy your favorite beverage and miss the small smirk on Bucky's face, feeling a bit of joy that he could make you happy with something as simple as a cup of coffee.  

Taking a sip you moan and open your eyes to see Tony and Bucky starring at you. With a smile you look at Bucky "thank you, this is exactly what I needed and no you didn't interrupt a thing, we're done,"  

"We are so far from done, did you know she had another job? Hmm? Am i the last to find out everything around here?” Tony mumbles to himself as he goes back to his work station.  Bucky smiles and waves as he leaves and you watch him longer than you should but damn the way he wears jeans just does something  to you.  

"And what was that?  You have a crush on the centurion now too?" he asks.  "What? You are ridiculous!  I'm just appreciating the coffee and wondering why you never bring me coffee.  I mean, I thought you took your title of "World's greatest boss" seriously but I guess that's not the case" you respond as seriously as possible as you sit back down and get back to your project.   

You've been working non stop most of the day and don't realize how late it is until your phone chimes and you notice it’s after midnight. .

You are probably already in bed but I wanted to say goodnight 

I'm actually still working. I guess I lost track of time.  I should head home and get some sleep

It's late, you could stay with me  ;) 

That's so tempting but your roommates are very nosey, not sure how to sneak out in the morning without getting caught 

You're right, as always.  Can I walk you home?

I would love that, meet me at the corner  in 15?

I'll be there in 10 

"Even tired you still look beautiful, how is that possible? " he states as you wrap your arms around his torso for a long overdue hug.  "And you are always the charmer, how did I get so lucky?" you mumble into his chest as you inhale deeply.  

His scent always felt calming and safe. "I'm the lucky one" he says as he kisses the top of your head.  Beginning to walk arm in arm down the street,  "now let's get you to bed, you work too much"  

"In my defense it will all be over once I complete my dissertation, then when I find a real job, I'll be a normal person working 60-80 hours a week" you smile at him and peck his cheek.  

"That's more than normal people, and the part time job at the bar? Are you going to give that up?" he questioned with a smirk.  

"I like the bar and I thought you liked the tiny uniform" you wink as you turn the corner towards your apartment.  

"You can wear that for me any time and I would love it, not just at work, or better yet, nothing at all" he responds in a low growl. You chuckle and swat his chest, "then we would never leave the apartment" "and I don't see that as a problem at all!" he spins you towards him and kisses you passionately, then releases your arm. 

"Aren't  you coming up?" you ask a bit disappointed. "I definitely want to, but you need sleep and if I go up to your place, I will not let you get any." he states slowly backing away.  

"I have tomorrow off, do you think you can break away from your roommates and we can have lunch?" you ask. "If you have the whole day off, you call me when you wake up and I'll take you to breakfast, lunch and dinner, and I will make sure we work up an appetite in between'' he responds with the wiggle of his eyebrows.  

"That sounds perfect! I'll call you in the morning" you smile as you make your way into the building.  Flopping on your bed exhausted, you have a smile on your face for the plans you have for tomorrow. 

Waking up you look at your clock and gasping, 10:33, you hadn't slept that late in ages. 

Hey handsome, you probably don't believe me, but i just woke up!  I'm gonna hope in the shower or should I wait for you to join me ;)

Oooo, I am on my way, do not start without me! 

😘

The knock at your door was barely 10 minutes later, and you opened it laughing at the look on his face. "Did you run the whole way here? Your place is a 20 minute walk away."  

"I needed to work up a sweat for the shower, been thinking about you naked since last night, which makes it very HARD to sleep" he responds while following you into the apartment.  

"Well, you are overdressed so maybe I can help you out of those clothes" you respond in almost a whisper. You bat your lashes as you start to unbuckle his belt, looking up at him biting your lip "it's been such a long week, I feel like I hardly get to see you."  

"I know, but today will make up for it, I promise" he mumbles into your neck.  You are walking backwards into the bathroom when he is finally in just his boxers, you turn on the shower before dropping your robe to the floor.  

He drinks you in from head to toe with a low moan "Damn beautiful, I've missed you" he practically purrs as he grabs your hips to pull you closer.   The long shower was a much needed tension relief for both of you and lasted until the water ran cold.  

“So what would you like for breakfast, beautiful?” he asks as he’s kissing your neck and wrapping his arms around you.  “Actually, I was thinking maybe we order in, that way we don’t need to bother getting dressed at all.” you respond biting your lip and enjoying his lips traveling down your neck to your collarbone.  He practically growls in response before picking you up and carrying you out of the bathroom, “you are brilliant, you know that?” before throwing you on the couch and poncing on top of you.  

Several slices of pizza and orgasms later, the two of you are cuddling on the couch when his phone dings, “they can’t leave you alone for a day can they?” you quip knowing it’s his roommates checking to make sure he’s still alive.  

He kisses your forehead before grabbing his phone “they are a bunch of smothering assholes, that’s what they are!” he responds before reading the message with a large sigh.  Looking at him you know exactly what that means “what time do you have to leave?” you ask as casually as possible.  

“I’m sorry, it’s a last minute “important” meeting, I can shower here and leave at 8ish to be on time” he responds apologetically.  

“Which means you are supposed to be there before 8, but I will take every minute I can get!” you state as you straddle his lap and kiss his jaw. 

 “Trust me, I would much rather be here with you, kissing every inch of your body.  Maybe I can fake that I’m sick” he mumbles against your neck.  

You are about to respond when your phone starts ringing, you snarl as you look up ‘who the hell is calling me on a Saturday afternoon?” you whine as you reach for your phone.  You toss it on the coffee table almost as quickly as you picked it up.  

“You can answer that, I don’t mind, I can be a very good boy when I want to” he says as he winks at you.  “That is the bar, and it’s my day off…...and you are never a good boy, one of the many traits I love about you” you hum as he begins to assault your chest with his sinful mouth and tongue.  

Before he can continue, your phone starts ringing again and you whine as he stops “noooo, don’t stop!”   He hands you your phone as he gets up and heads into the kitchen.  

“This better be important” you practically yell as you answer the call.  “Uh, hey Y/N! It’s Gary, and I know it’s your day off but we got a last minute backroom booking and I need the best bartender in NYC.  Can you be here by 9?”  You don’t respond, only sighing into the phone  “I’ll pay you double!  And you can have tomorrow night off”  he throws in trying to change your mind.  

“It’s not about the money Gary, I haven’t had an entire day off in 4 months.   My body and brain need to do nothing but eat take out and catch up on bad reality tv” you argue, knowing it will do nothing to deter him from getting you into the bar tonight.   

You look up to see a beer being handed to you and smirk on his face “I can go down there and scare him if you want” he whispers, only making you giggle in response.  

“Ok, I’ll pay you for not working tomorrow night, please I really need you!”  “Fine, quit begging, but I’m only agreeing because I lost my evenings entertainment. See you at 9!” you say before hanging up without letting him respond.   

“Looks like my evening just got filled and I’ll be slinging booze rather than recuperating from today’s activities” you pout as you sip your beer.  “Well it’s almost 6, so let's order some Chinese food and go for round 5 before we have to return to the real world” he responds sitting next to you with his arm around your shoulders.  

“Yes, but food first, I just hope I’ll be able to walk tonight.  You have one hell of a libido!” you yell as he attacks your neck again.  “Only for you, beautiful”

The time passes by faster than you like and you both shower before dressing.  You are dressed and starting on your makeup when he walks into your room for a final kiss goodbye.  “Damn, it is hard to leave when you look that good with clothes on” he eyes you up and down causing you to blush.   

“Hey, why don’t you come by the bar after your meeting and we can continue what you started, handsome!” leaning back into his strong chest.  “That sounds perfect, I’ll text you on my way!” and before you can respond he is running out the door, you just shake your head and laugh knowing he’s gonna be late and doesn’t even care.  

Heading out of your apartment  you decide to stop for coffee before hopping on the subway.  It’s been a long and tiring day, in the best way possible, but you are expecting it to be a long night too since it’s a private event and there are always stragglers that have no intention of leaving when someone else is footing the bill.  

Walking into the bar, you begin to wonder who books a last minute party on the weekend but decide it doesn’t really matter.   You had an amazing day with your amazing man and were getting paid double, so it was definitely a win/win, even if your thighs were more sore than you realized before you left your apartment. 

Note to self, uber the next time you have an all day sexcapade.  You start to giggle at the thought when you make your way to the back room and start rearranging the bar to your preference.  .

”Finally!  I was beginning to worry you were going to stand me up!” Gary yells as he makes his way over to you.   “Are you kidding? You offered me a lot of money to be here, and I have student loans out the wazoo!  This is the second best thing that's happened to me today.” you state, not bothering to look up as you are wiping down the bottles.   

“And by the look of that stupid grin on your face, I’m going to assume a certain someone is the first?” he questions, but you just shake your head and smirk.  

“When is the party supposed to arrive?  Any special requests I need to know about?” you ask in an attempt to change the topic as quickly as possible. 

“They will be here any minute now and you are the only one back here tonight, but it’s only 10-12 guests so you should be fine.  But let me know if you need a cocktail server or bar back, I can’t spare both but I’ll pop in and help when I can” he smiles and turns back to the bar area of the bar.   

You are digging for the better rocks glasses when you hear people enter the room and turn to smile at the arriving guests, only for your  face to immediately fall.  

“Are you kidding me Stark?!” you grit out.  “I can’t get away from you for a damn day?” you ask.  

“Oh, is this the bar you work at, behind my back? I had no idea” he states dripping in sarcasm.  “HA!” you fake a laugh “so this is my payback for not telling you?”  “No, actually, Birdman told me about the uniform and I had to see  for myself” he says, eyeing you up and down. 

“I have to say, you look different than I anticipated and a little hurt that we don’t get to see this side of you in the lab.”  You shake your head and laugh at yourself, this wasn’t how you expected your night to go, but at least you knew your clients weren’t just a bunch of assholes.   

These people were your friends, practically family since you started working for Stark.  “So Tones, what can I get you?  I don’t think we’ve ever drank together, so I honestly don’t know if you are a Scotch neat or martini kind of man”  

“Well, a little birdie told me that this bar has cocktails named after me and my friends, so that’s why I’m here, I wanted to check them out!” he smiles and you realize he’s either testing your bar-tending skills to prove to you that you don’t need this other job or his curiosity is going to be boosting his ego, either way, tonight will be fun.   

“We do have a few, here is the Avenger cocktail list.” you say handing him the list with a smirk, knowing you will be making all of these drinks by the end of the night.  

“Well, since you’ve worked here so long, what do you recommend?” he replies while looking over the various drinks “and why am I not listed at the top?  If it’s not in alphabetical order, it should at least be listed by best Avenger at the top”  

“Well, it’s listed by most popular drink, so if you want something sweet, I would go for The Cap America, if you need something more of a punch try the Black Widow, if you want to get revved up but not remember much of your night you should go for the Hulk.  The Iron Man is an acquired taste, but it’s definitely worth a try, but most people don’t order a second one” just describing the drinks to him, you wonder if he thinks you are commenting on the drinks or the people behind them.  

“Thor is pretty good if you want something simple, Hawkeye is both strong and sweet, Scarlet Witch is one of my personal favorites, along with the Bucky.” you stare at him with your hands resting on the bar top.  

“Wait a damn minute!  I am in this bar all the time and there’s no Falcon cocktail?  What the hell Y/N?” Sam yells from behind Tony.  

“I’m sorry, I don’t get to  decide what goes on the menu, but I am working on creating your drink” you respond as sweetly as possible.  “I’m just stuck on how to make a drink that people will enjoy, but is also a pain in the ass" you smirk as Sam realizes what you just said. 

"I didn't know it was pick on Sam day, but I've had enough! Can I have a beer and tequila shots? I came here to have a good time and I feel attacked right now."  

"Of course, whatever you want Sam" you say as you grab a mug and start to pour his favorite beer.  Handing it to him with a smile, he leans in and pecks you on the cheek, “you’re lucky I love you enough to put up with your shit” he grumbles as he walks towards the tables.  

After fixing all of the specialty drinks for everyone to try the signature cocktail you are certain that the night has just begun.  You are wiping down the bar top when you look up to see Bucky grinning at you, turning you realize Natasha is at the bar for another round.  

“Same drink or would you like something else, Nat?”  “Do you have any decent vodka or am I just wasting your time?” she asks with a laugh.  “We actually carry Jewel of Russia, but that’s about as good as it gets, I’m sorry Tony dragged you out tonight just to torment me.” you mention while grabbing the bottle from the fridge and a handful of shot glasses.  

“I was wondering what this last minute outing was all about, I figured it was Barnes trying to let you see him in a more relaxed state” she quips while trying to gauge your reaction.  

“Bucky?  Him and Sam are in here all the time, and I’m not sure why you think he would want me to see him relaxed…..” you reply while setting up a tray for the shots.  Natasha grabs two before you can even fill more.  “Well, I’ve never seen him gawk at a bartender, like he is tonight”

“I think you are reading into something that isn’t there, but why don’t I take this tray over and test your theory?” you say while grabbing the tray of shots and placing the bottle of vodka in an ice bucket.  

Noticing that Bucky was watching most of your conversation you make sure to sway your hips a bit extra and set the tray down in front of the team. 

“Alright gang, let me get some of these empties out of here and grab a couple more rounds for you.  Any special requests?” you smile around the group seated in the overstuffed chairs and couches.  

“Hey Buck, anything you want to ask Y/N for?” Natasha says with a sweet tone.  “Like a date maybe?” she adds just as Bucky was about to ask for a drink.  You chuckle slightly look over at Bucky who seems to be a bit in shock.  

“Uh, nah, I don’t think I’m Y/N’s type” Bucky says attempting to brush off Nat’s comment and not draw more attention to the conversation.  With the glasses gathered in your hands, you start to head back to the bar before responding ‘yea, tall, dark and handsome isn’t my type” you smirk as you walk away.  

Immediately the entire crew is carrying on like a bunch of teenagers and egging Bucky on to follow you to the bar.  You are starting to pour a few pints when Bucky clears his throat to gain your attention.  

“So you think I’m tall, dark and handsome, huh?” he almost whispers.  “Well, that’s the PG version of what I think about you, didn’t want to get you into any trouble with your roommates.  Are you coming back over when this little party is over?” you ask with a smirk.  

“Oh, you know I am, I owe you a couple more orgasms today.   As long as I get to help you out of that sexy uniform.”

[okay-j-hannah]

Broken to Whole

Supernatural : Prompt

Sibling!Winchester

Setting: During mid to end Season 3 (Dean has his contract set for Hell)

Word Count: 2263

Warnings: There’s quite a bit of blood and some moments of terror, but it turns to funny and fluffy bits with the Winchesters right quick

Request: “1 with sibling!winchester reader? ok so what im thinking (which you can totally say no to) is that the reader and her brothers (sam and dean) are in a new town fighting a new threat and this threat gets to the reader which lands her in the hospital. her brothers are going insane waiting in the hospital or like a week until one day they’re watching over her and she wakes up?” - @aliciasayshi

Prompt: 

“How long have you guys been standing around my bed like a bunch of creepers?”

A/N: After receiving an almost fatal blow, the Winchesters race you to the hospital where they fight with you and your immense fear of anything medical

Part Two: Take a Break

(Y/N) was panting ridiculously through gritted teeth, attempting to conceal her cries of agony as blood continued to slip from her cut onto the table she laid on. 

“(Y/N)? Oh my God, stay right there!” Dean said, running to her. He grabbed the nearest supply of towels and cloths and started piling them on her stomach and she yelled out, “Sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry. Hang on." 

Dean undid her restraints and instructed her to hold the towels in place while he helped Sam, who was on a table beside her in his own straps. (Y/N) applied pressure regardless of the shockwaves it was sending throughout her body. 

Sam went to tie the now unconscious monster down as Dean went back to (Y/N) and slowly removed the cloth to get a look at the damage, "Son of a bitch. That’s deep, (Y/N/N). We’ll have to go to the hospital." 

She grimaced, and tears started to pour down her face, "I really don’t like the hospital, Dean." 

He winced along with her, sympathy pain flowing his features, "You’re going to need stitches. And I bet nothing is sterile in here, you could get an infection or some other crap." 

(Y/N) continued to cry as Dean pushed against her cut, "Dean, I really, really don’t like the hospital. Please! Just stitch it yourself.”

He shook his head and looked towards his brother, who came over with the same pained expression on his face. 

”(Y/N), we need to get you help, now. You’re bleeding out everywhere. We don’t have the proper equipment and besides - that cut is deeper than any regular stitches can fix,“ Sam stated. 

And as the painful exhaustion started to blur the edges of her vision, Dean scooped her up, regardless of the blood getting onto him, and they quickly got out of the house and into the car. 

Despite her protests, she was put in the impala, crying and squealing with the pain. She tried her best to handle it with grace, but by the time Sam started driving, the bumps of the road enraged her wound. 

She clutched at Dean’s hand as he held her close, hushing her along the way. And all she could remember was physically praying that she’d pass out. 

And thankfully she did. 

~~~

When she finally came to she was in a light blue hospital gown, laying in a white hospital bed, covered in clear hospital tubes, and smelling like a bleached, disinfected hospital patient. 

And she was not happy about it at all; her heart monitor starting to raise as her blood pumped faster.

Next to her, sitting in a chair, was Sam. His head was on the edge of the bed and his hand was inches from hers. Dean was up and pacing the room, back and forth, right in front of her bed. 

"Now that I’ve received medical attention, can I please leave this hell hole?" 

Sam jumped up and scooted his chair in closer and Dean fumbled in his mid-turn and somehow managed to make it to the bed without falling. 

"How do you feel?” Sam questioned. 

“Are you in pain at all?” Dean added. 

“How long have you guys been standing around my bed like a bunch of creepers?” (Y/N) tried to sit up more, but failed miserably, wincing, “I’m fine. Can we leave, please?”

The brothers looked at each other and then back at her with contorted eyebrows and serious expressions. 

“You were hurt bad, (Y/N/N),” Sam muttered. “They had to take you to the surgical room to stitch you up." 

Dean made his way to her other side and rested a hand on the elevated part of her bed, "You probably would have bled to death if we hadn’t gotten you here." 

"And I’m thankful for all the modern medicine and blah, blah, blah. Seriously though, when can I leave?”

“It’s just a hospital, (Y/N/N). Why do you hate it so much? You seem fine whenever we do cases,” Sam asked. 

She took a deep breath, “Bad memories, alright? I don’t like being the patient in this situation. Visiting a hospital is fine. Staying in one? Count me out.” She attempted to swing her legs out of the bed and Dean held her down by the shoulders. 

“Not today, sweetheart. You need to heal. You’re not going anywhere." 

She gave each of them a moment of weakness gaze, her eyes filled with fear and pleading. Her heart rate was still raised, and her blood pressure and breathing had elevated. 

"I’m sorry, (Y/N). But this is your best option,” Sam muttered. 

She begrudgingly moved her gaze to her toes sticking up from the blanket and her eyes began to sting. She twiddled with her fingers again and bit the inside of her cheek. Finally, one of the monitors began to beep as an alarm and a nurse came running in. 

“I’m sorry, boys, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You’re causing her distress." 

At that thought (Y/N)’s vitals seemed to skyrocket even higher if that was possible. She moved her tear-filled eyes to the nurse and pleaded. 

"No, no, please don’t take them away from me.”

Sam got up from his seat and went over to whisper to the nurse, “She’s just a little afraid of hospitals. Us being here is what’s actually keeping her somewhat grounded." 

The nurse gave (Y/N) an up and down look and then back at Sam, "I see. Well, if those numbers keep rising then I’m going to have to sedate her. She needs to be relaxed for her to properly heal…" 

"We understand. If we could stay here it would really help her, honest." 

Dean went down and clasped one of (Y/N)’s shaking hands, trying to steady it. He eventually had to put both his hands around her one and she felt comfort in the pressure. She squeezed back and stared at the ceiling as her pulse started to lower. 

The nurse gave a slow nod and threw her hands in the air, "Whatever works for you. I’ve got cases that I need to file, if you would excuse me."  

Once they were alone again Sam came to (Y/N)’s other side and took her right hand in his, "Don’t worry, (Y/N/N). We’re not going anywhere. We’ve got time.” He looked at Dean when he said that, but (Y/N) didn’t notice. 

It took her almost the entire day to get her heart rate to a normal range, all the while holding onto Sam and Dean. They took turns watching over her as the other went to get food or take a small break. She complied to all that the doctors required her to do: shots, medicines, check-ups. As long as one of the brothers were there to hold her hand. 

It wasn’t until the last part of the second day that she was actually able to have a normal conversation with the two of them. 

“You know, for a hunter, you’re a bit of a softy,” Dean mumbled, his faced smashed into the bed as he sat there waiting for something to do. 

She actually responded this time, “Don’t give me that crap. Everyone’s scared of something." 

"Dean’s scared of planes,” Sam interjected from his laptop. 

Dean raised his head and glared at him, almost with a smolder on his tired features, “Yeah, well, Sammy’s afraid of clowns." 

"Really?” (Y/N) said. “Planes and clowns and you think you’re some big tough hunters?" 

Sam lifted his eyes from his work, "You’re scared of hospitals and we’re in and out of them weekly." 

There was a silence for a while as (Y/N) closed her eyes and Dean stared at Sam, flitting his head towards the resting girl. Sam got the message to egg her on. 

"Is there anything else you’re scared of?" 

"Like I said, everyone is scared of something."  

Dean gave a puzzled look, "So it’s only hospitals?" 

"And things associated with them. Needles, surgical equipment, hand sanitizer, rubbing alcohol, stethoscopes… you name it." 

Sam laughed, "That’s a lot, (Y/N/N)." 

"Oh, and haunted houses,” she was on a roll now, her eyes still closed. “Can’t stand them. You know when I was fifteen I tried to go into one and I freaked and blacked out in the line." 

"In the line?” Dean asked, finally starting to sit up. 

“Yep. And I screamed and cried the entire time. The only reason I was able to move through it was because my friends dragged me." 

Not wanting to spoil the nice time they were suddenly having, the brothers pressed on with the topic.

"What is it about haunted houses that you don’t like?” Sam asked, shutting his laptop. “They’re supposed to be fun.”

“Fun? Don’t be ridiculous. What is so great about those freak filled horror fests? I just don’t like being scared, that’s all." 

Sam chuckled and scooted his chair closer to her bed, "But a haunted house is basically like all the places we go for hunts. Why do you enjoy one but despise the other?”

“Yeah, these real-life monsters come at you all the time and you never look scared when that’s happening,” Dean mentioned.

She finally opened her eyes and found them both gazing at her fondly. This was new, full and undivided attention. 

“Why do you guys want to know?”

“Curiosity,” Dean said. “Just wanting to get to know you more." 

“We haven’t seen you in years, (Y/N),” Sam shared a look towards his brother, “We just want to be close again.”

She thought about it for a minute. They wanted to get to know her. 

"I don’t like the dark either.”

“Yeah, Bobby was saying something about that to us earlier,” Sam said, remembering when they had called him to update about (Y/N)’s condition. “You don’t like to sleep. Is the dark part of that?”

(Y/N) moved her eyes to her sterile blanket, “Partly, I guess. I don’t like the dreams that I have." 

Both the boys leaned in, their silence begging for more. And she sensed that. 

"Nightmares, more like. Just a reminder of when I was younger." 

Sam caught a glance with his brother before cautiously moving forward, “Can we ask what your nightmares are about?”

(Y/N) pulled out her hands from under the blanket and played with her fingertips. She ignored the question for a long time before Sam took one of her twitching hands into his and said, "You know you can trust us, (Y/N/N). What is it going to take for you to believe us?”

She thought about her angels, her demons, her nightmares, her childhood. It was all so much information that she had kept to herself for so long. 

Running off to live with Bobby was the best decision she’d ever made, even if it took her from her brothers for over fifteen years. She wasn’t sure the boys were ready to hear all of that. Or if she was ready to tell it all. 

With a deep breath she pulled away her hand from Sam’s grasp and stretched, “I’m starved. Anyone up for burgers?" 

Sam sat back and gave an exasperated sigh, showing the defeat across his face. They had gotten so close, and (Y/N) knew it. She was letting them in too far. 

"Not so fast, kid. You’re not getting away that easily,” Dean said as he leaned back on two of the chairs legs. “You’ve been wiggling your way out of every question we ask. Now we don’t want to drill you or demand answers, but don’t you think we deserve to know something?” He let his chair fall onto all fours, “We’ve been waiting here." 

He was right. They’d been patient with her. She was the one being stubborn and afraid. 

"I just don’t want to push you away,” she whispered. “What if you don’t like the truth?”

Sam held a short smile, “(Y/N), we aren’t just going to up and leave. I don’t know what crazy thing happened to you, but the inevitable in this situation does not involve Dean and I leaving you. We’re here to stay." 

Dean nodded in agreement, "We’ve all got demons, (Y/N).”

“Who’s Lilith?”

Both the brothers were taken aback. 

“How do you know about Lilith?” Sam asked. 

She had to think quick, “Uh… Bobby mentioned her. I know she’s some kind of demon." 

Dean smirked, "She’s the bitch that’s holding my contract. And the one who’s after Sam." 

(Y/N) frowned slightly, "I guess I don’t know as much about you two as I thought." 

"She’s one of the original demons directly from Lucifer,” Sam explained. “She sees me as a threat because I… uh - well, I used to have psychic powers." 

That gave her something to be startled about, "Psychic powers? Wait… what?”

Dean laughed, “Yellow eyes. He’s a demon that had a plan that involved burning people alive and bleeding demon blood into the mouths of babies. It gave them… powers." 

"Yellow eyes? You mean Azazel? Bobby talked about him too… he’s the demon that you two were tracking for the past few years. The one that killed..." 

The brothers nodded, and Sam muttered, "Until Dean killed him. And my powers stopped." 

She twiddled her fingers, "He’s the one that killed mom." There was a silence that confirmed that for her, "But if your powers are gone why is Lilith so threatened by you?”

“I’m not entirely sure. Something about how I was chosen by Azazel to be his successor. I was the only one left standing out of the psychic children. But yellow eyes was stopped before he could get me to do anything else." 

(Y/N) smiled, "Sounds like you guys have been through a lot." 

Dean rubbed his hands together and laughed, "You got that right." 

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COTW 6 Full... I was in bed all of yesterday with a migraine and it's creeping back today. I'm so sorry for the delay in updates:(

It was like the previous night hadn't happened. Setting up near the water's edge, Eren looked amazing. Dressed in a loose white shirt and short white shorts, his long brown legs contrasted perfectly, as he caught the eye of everyone on the beach. Kicking back under the beach umbrella they'd rented, Eren was fussing over Viren as the boy tried to say no his floaties. It wasn't happening. No way was Levi risking his son's healthy and safety with that much water right in front of them. Pulling out his phone, Eren snapped photos of Viren, while Viren tried to escape to the water. Kissing the boy, Eren somehow seemed to get the photo he wanted, before looking up to him "Viren's ready for a swim, daddy. You should be the one to take him in. I can't swim" "You'll be fine. We're only going to the water's edge" "I don't feel that great. I think the rice from last night didn't agree with me. My stomach's been gross all morning" He'd probably thrown up so much that his muscles didn't know how relax "Are you sure?" "Yeah. I really want to get some good photos of you with Viren. He's so excited to be here" "If you want to go back to the hotel room, that's ok" "No. Family holiday remember. Besides, my two best boys make for the best targets" The smile that Eren gave him, seemed genuine enough. But the jealous stain on his heart, from the previous night, still left his blood cold. Distracting himself, he scooped Viren up "You're just going to take photos? Or record?" "Recording? Definitely recording. You two look so good together" "Ready?" "I'm more than ready" Viren cried the first time the cold water ran over his feet. His little legs marching up and down on the spot as he reached up Levi's hold. Eren was laughing as he watched. Slowly the pup seemed to realise that the water wasn't some big scary monster in the closet. Falling in his bum, he splashed his legs. The joy was obvious. This was what he thought being a family would be like. Him. Viren. Eren. All of them a team and force of their own. Abandoning his phone, Eren came to sit on Viren's other side while Levi helping Viren build sand piles, only for the waves to continually wash them away. The boy too curious about it all, to be mad at the fact his work was being wasted. Settling himself down, Eren's hand landing on their son's head as he adjusted his hat "He seems to love it" "He really does" "I got heaps of you two together. I want him to have these memories" "So do I. How do you feel?" "I'm ok... my stomach doesn't know what to do when I'm not throwing up" "Does it hurt?" "A little. But this is nice" "We should head back up to the hotel soon" "We only just got here" "It's getting hotter faster than I thought it would. Today would be better inside. We can look up tourist things" Eren hummed, looking up to the bright clear blue sky "Mmmm. The sun feels nice, but he's got such delicate skin like you do. You're already starting to burn" "And you're not?" "Nope. Because I put sunscreen on" "So did I" "Mine must be better than yours. Viren, baby. It's time to get out of the water" Trying to lift Viren, Eren groaned, releasing the boy as hand moved to his stomach "Eren?" "It's ok. My stomach's still sore... maybe today would be better if we found something else to do?" "There should be a museum or something around. If we can't find anything, we can always take a drive" "I thought you'd be sick of driving after yesterday" "It's all about making memories, isn't it?" Eren looked confused for a moment, before cringing, then smiling softly "Yeah. Do you want to convince him to get out of the water?" "I've got it. Will you be alright packing up?" "Yes, mum. I can handle packing up. Hey, there's a great bar around here, I found it last night. They're supposed to do lunch. We could there, I mean... if you want to?" Levi's breath caught momentarily. Eren was bringing up the bar. The alpha wasn't sure if it was the sun, or the deep shame he felt at mentally accusing Eren of cheating, that burnt at his cheeks... no. It had to be the sun. Alphas didn't blush! "Sounds good. Did you have a good time last night?" "I ordered a lemonade. Just because we're on holiday, doesn't mean that I'm off mum duty" "I never said it did. Let's head back up" Leaning over Viren, Eren pressed a sweet kiss to his lips "I love you. Just. Don't forget that" "I know" "Good. Let's get this one up and into a bath. Then it's food time" * Some how their trip to the beach had ended up taking up two hours. No wonder he'd started to burn. Heading into the bathroom with Viren, the boy didn't like the fact they weren't down at the beach anymore... and for a kid who's feet had barely touched the sand, he sure had a lot of sand over him... and in his mouth. He hadn't even seen the boy eating it. Cleaning the pup down, he carried Viren out to the living area so Eren could get him dressed. His omega busy rifling through his suitcase "Viren needs clothes" Dropping whatever was in his hands, back into his suitcase, Eren snapped it shut. Levi was getting real tired of Eren hiding whatever it was that he was "He looks like he needs a nap too. You don't mind waiting a little longer for lunch, do you?" "No... you really want to go back to that bar, hey?" "Yeah. It was... it was nice. And they were super friendly" "Oh, yeah?" "Yep. I think I might head back there tonight, if you don't mind" Levi's stomach did that annoying thing where it decided to drop again. Mental images flashing of Eren laughing with that stranger. And then. It was like the last two hours had never happened "Levi? Everything ok?" "What?" "You look like you have something to say" "It can wait" "Ok. Well. I have some things I want to talk to you about. I did some thinking last night, and I think I need to tell you" Eren did some thinking? This was it. His heart was racing. His mate was about to dump him. To dissolve the bond between them, and return the two rings that sat on his perfect finger... the two rings that were still waiting for a third to join them "Levi?" "Sure. Whatever. We'll talk. Viren needs clothes" Practically dumping their son on the bed, the boy jumped straight off, falling face first as he did. "Viren!" Screaming his name, Eren rushed to the boy "Levi! What the hell was that?!" "I didn't mean for him to fall" Lifting Viren off the floor, Eren nuzzled into the boy's hair as he hushed him "I don't know what your problem is, but go take a shower" "I didn't mean..." "Go shower. It's ok, baby. It's ok. You're ok" Rocking Viren was a bounce in his step, Eren shot daggers in his direction "Levi, go cool down. I can smell your anger" "I'm not angry" "Don't lie to me" "I'm not" "Is it the bar? We don't have to go. I just thought it would be a nice place to have lunch with you" His confusion and fear over having been the cause of his son's fear stripped away the filter on his mouth "Is it me you want to have lunch with? Or that man you were with last night?" Eren blinked at him, a confused and hurt expression clouding his face. He practically hissed in Levi's face "What?! What are you talking about?!" This was definitely not the time to be having this conversation. And now Eren was lying to him "Don't worry. I'm going for a shower" Stupid. Fucking. Shitty. Idiot. Scrubbing himself aggressively. He stayed under the cold spray until his scent was completely washed away. He'd just admitted to Eren that he'd stalked him again. That he didn't trust him. Forgetting to take clothes with him, he walked out wearing a towel. Eren was sitting on the end of their bed, the omega wiping at the tears rolling down his face while Viren was laying on his own bed, their son probably exhausted from all the fun and excitement the morning had brought "Eren... what's wrong?" "I worked it out. You weren't down at the car were you? You fucking followed me. I can't believe you" "You can't believe me?! I'm not the one who was letting a stranger buy me drinks! Is that why you want to go back? To see him again?!" "What? No. That was some random" "He brought you a drink and you fucking started acting like an idiot!" "His mate brought me a drink! When I sat down, he mistakingly thought I was interested in him and tried to tell me he was bonded. It was the only free seat at the bar at the time. I set him straight, and he went back to his mate. The drink was from her as a joke. God! Do you seriously think I would stoop to your level?!" "What's that supposed to mean?!" "You're the one who cheated Levi! I know it! I smelt omega and slick all over your pants and your arousal! I've been trying so hard to find a way back to you, but you don't even care" "I never fucking cheated on you!" "You're lying! Admit it! Admit it, Levi! You don't want me anymore! I'm useless!" "Don't you dare start with this fucking shit! I'm trying my hardest to do everything for you!" "You cheated on me! I smelt it!" "I never fucking cheated on you. My bosses mate went into heat and collapsed at work. She called me, because she needed help and needed an alpha she could trust. The whole time, I was thinking about how that could be you" "So you cuddled up with an omega in heat, thinking of me?! Is that supposed to make me feel better? I smelt your arousal!" "I wasn't aroused!" "Their slick was on your pants!" Eren's sobs grew harder "I knew it! I knew you didn't want me anymore!" "You're the one who doesn't want me!" "I've never wanted anyone or loved anyone more than you! You're everything to me! Everything Levi! You don't trust me! You... I never cheated on you. I never even had the thought to! You're the one who replaced me" "I never cheated either. I don't want anyone else! Why don't you get it!?" "Because I don't belong in this family! Not anymore!" "Yes you do! God. I can't live without you! I followed you last night because I was worried. It's not because I don't trust you, it's everyone else I don't trust! I don't want you hurt! I don't want you scared! I want you by my side forever!" "Then why aren't we married?! I thought we'd be married by now! I was so excited. I even started planning it. I even stupid changed my name to Eren Ackerman-Yeager on everything I could, because I was serious when I proposed to you! You're everything I ever wanted..." "Shit. Fuck. How the fuck did we end up like this? How did I hurt you so badly that you think and accept I would cheat on you?! Where did we go wrong?" Blinking through his tears, Eren started rummaging through his suitcase. His mate stopping once he'd found whatever it was he was looking for. Angered at his omega was disregarding such an important conversation, Levi snatched the box from his hands. His eyes widening as he read the name, his alpha barely contained "What the fuck is this?!" "What do they look like?" Despite the drop in volume, Eren's voice carried all the anger it had before. Miserably, Eren resumed wiping at his face "Eren?" A pup. Another child... His alpha was over the mood at the idea of another pup... and bit by bit the pieces came together for him. The way Eren said his pills stopped. He'd had to stop taking them, but couldn't tell him because he'd pushed him so far away he seriously believed Levi had cheated. The confusion Eren must have felt believing he was now his second choice. The struggles with Viren and getting the boy to show him love, even when Eren presented him with everything but the moon on a silver platter. Eren's tone became filled with resignation and despair, the kind a parent uses when disappointed in you, and you wish they'd hit you instead "You want to know what's wrong? Fine. I'm fucking pregnant. Ok. I'm not sick. I don't have a stomach bug or food poisoning. I have a baby growing inside me that you don't even want. You're always using two fucking condoms, but you didn't the night of Mike and Erwin's wedding, and you never bother sticking around once your knots deflated. So I wasn't planning on telling you. Now just back the fuck off. We already have one kid that doesn't fucking want me around" Shoving past him, Levi was too shocked to think. Pregnant. He. What. Another pup? Why didn't Eren tell him? How far along was he? And... abortion pills? Eren seriously thought he didn't love him? Or love him enough to want another child? He used two condoms because Eren had said he was scared of falling pregnant again. That and he didn't want to come way too fast, given their sex life was interrupted by parenting and responsible adulting... and Eren's arse was incredible "Eren? What? When did you find out?" "A few weeks ago" Weeks. He'd been stuck like this for weeks. Stuck thinking Levi didn't want another kid with him. Who knew how depressed and empty that had made him feel "And you didn't tell me?" "I. I've been trying to figure out us! I was going to hide it, but after the beach and last night... I needed to tell you. It's not... ok. I'm not ok" "You said you needed to talk..." "Yeah... well. Surprise. I'm pregnant and my body isn't coping... fuck..." The word came out like a grunted groan of pain. He didn't even have time to question it "Daddy? Mummy?" Turning from the box of pills, Levi looked to a newly woken Viren as there was a solid a whimper behind him. Turning completely, his eyes widened. Eren's wet white shorts were fast turning red as blood ran down his thighs, his left fingertips covered in it, with clear traces of finger marks across Eren's legs where he'd wiped "Eren..." "Levi... I don't feel good" As his mate's eyes rolled back, Levi dropped the pill box, barely catching Eren by the arm as he crumpled. Across the room, Viren started screaming in fear. Eren had said his body wasn't coping. He'd been put on pills to combat his nausea, but his mate's body must have been giving everything it could to their child. He'd been given sedatives because the weight on his shoulders was just too heavy. His body too weak to dance anymore. In the space of the last month, Eren felt like he'd lost everything. Then there was the fact Eren was coming off his tablets. His system would be completely out of whack. He needed help. Laying Eren down in the recovery position, he stripped his towel off and shoved it between his legs. Jogging across the room, he snatched his phone up, a stuttering mess as he called through to emergency services for an ambulance. Leaving the call connected, he then found up the first pair of pants he could. He desperately wanted to comfort Viren, but he needed to check Eren's vitals. With the combination of Eren's pants already being wet, slick and blood, he couldn't gauge the bleed... but it was entirely possible, and more than likely, that Eren was losing the pup. Kneeling down, he placed his palm of Eren's forehead as he double checked his mate still had a pulse. Whining for him, Eren curled around himself though out of it "Brat. Come on, open those bright eyes for me. Come on, baby. I need you to look at me" "Mummy!" Fuck. The pills... had Eren already? He'd told Viren he'd be better soon? Scrambling across the floor, Levi pulled the blister tray from the box. Both pills still inside. He hadn't... he'd wanted to... but he hadn't. Eren had wanted to tell him. He was getting the box to tell him. He'd let his anger get the better of him. Shit. Shit. Shit. He knew Eren was in a fragile state of mind... he shouldn't have pushed. He shouldn't have blown things out of proportion. He should have listened to his mate. Eren very well may have told him about the drinks thing when they went to the bar... but if he hadn't pushed, he wouldn't haven't have known that Eren thought he cheated on him. He wouldn't haven't known the pain his mate felt. Jealousy and pain carving themselves soul deep as Eren tried not to be abandoned by him... Maybe... He didn't like seeing Eren suffer, but without the medication coursing through his system, his omega had opened up to him again... his yoyoing emotions making it impossible for Eren to calmly sit down and explain things, because he simply wasn't able to right now. He hadn't wanted to be angry. He hadn't wanted to fight. He was just struggling to figure out how to make Levi and Viren happy, like he always did, leaving him with the weight of the world on his fragile shoulders "Mummy... mum!" Viren pulled him back to reality. Ok. Ok. He needed to approach this the way he was trained, and not like the untrained ape he was currently doing the world's greatest impression of. First. Unlock the door. Eren was in the recovery position. His airways were clear, and he had a pulse. His heart was racing, but he was still breathing. Second. Viren. Viren was just a child. He didn't understand. He saw the blood and knew mummy was hurt... Shit. In the few moments it'd taken him to open the door, his son had made it to Eren's side. Pulling him back, he held him to his chest. Making sure the boy was facing away from Eren. He couldn't stop a miscarriage, he didn't have anything to do anything about it with. He didn't even have his first aid kit... Viren. He had to protect his son from seeing his mother like this. Eren would never forgive him if he did. Kissing the pup's hair, he cursed the ambulance for taking so fucking long. He knew something was wrong. He knew it. He should have made Eren go to hospital. He should have been there when he collapsed. Hanji had said Eren asked for him. Had he wanted to tell him then? His mate would have been terrified. He should have dragged him there by the hair if he'd had to, when Eren didn't start improving. Did Hanji know? She'd gone with him... Why hadn't she said anything? She was able to get more out of Eren than he was these days and holy fuck... his omega's pain was ebbing through their bond. Levi seriously felt like was about to shit himself with the pressure and cramps that seemed to be forming in his gut. Finally the sound of sirens reached his ears. Viren was still crying hysterically in his arms. It was another 10 minutes before help finally arrived. As the two EMT's entered the room, Levi explained the situation to them. His alpha leaving everything he was saying curt to and the point. He wanted to snap the arm of the first woman who placed her hand on Eren's shoulder. No one should be handling his mate, except for him. No one. Within minutes, Eren was on the gurney, Levi needing to ride along as he had no idea where Paradis's hospital was. He barely thought to grab his phone and Eren's wallet off the bedside table. His own buried somewhere in the things still packed from the beach. His feet felt like lead, his head swimming as he followed Eren out, people having gathered to witness what the fuck was going on. Eren would have loathed all the attention directed his way. His heart so precious, he would have hated even the thought of causing inconvenience. Eren didn't stir during the hospital ride, Viren cocooned in Levi's lap crying softly, as he watched every single move the EMT made. Mike and Erwin wed on the 21st of August, so that was the rough date of conception, 11 weeks ago... 11 weeks... Just shy of 12. It was like Eren's first pregnancy all over again. He'd missed the start, even though he was right beside him. Arriving at the hospital, Eren was whisked away from him. Levi feeling a little lost until an attending nurse came over to him to collect Eren's medical history. He didn't even know the name of the pills his mate had been taking... giving her the name of Eren's doctor, she promised to check, giving him a sympathetic smile as she did. Evicted out to the waiting room, his mind was still a muddled mess of self loathing... but there were things to do. Pulling his phone out, he called Hanji. The woman taking a frustratingly long time to answer, sounding as if she'd just woken. Launching straight into explanation, his voice trembled. He'd lost a pup he hadn't even known about... and his alpha was mourning that loss as of the poor little thing as if it had been birthed. Eren was going to be distraught. He didn't deserve this or the weeks of suffering it'd brought him. How could his omega think that he wouldn't be excited?! He loved Viren and he loved Eren. It may not have been planned, but the idea of expanding their family filled him with pride. He was at the stage where he could tolerate moving to the suburbs. A house with space to move, a backyard for the kids to play in... though, he didn't think he could part with the apartment. He'd kept it because it was a home with Eren. Every time his omega wandered off, he always knew Levi was waiting there for him. Lost his own thoughts, he forgot he was on the phone to Hanji. Hanji repeating his name over and over until he grunted in acknowledgement, then promising to head down to help out with Viren. Eren probably wouldn't be feeling very holidayee, and incredibly tender, both emotionally and physically, over the next few days, possibly the next fortnight until the miscarriage had passed. * Waking up confused, Eren whined softly. His head felt like it was filled with cotton wool, and he couldn't quite remember how he'd gotten to wherever he was, only that the was clearly no longer in the hotel with Levi. Whining again, Levi appeared at his side. His alpha's large, cool palm felt wonderful against his head "Hey, Eren. How do you feel?" "Thick... I can't think" Nuzzling into Levi's touch, his alpha sank down on the edge of his bed "Do you remember what happened? We were fighting in the hotel?" Eren blinked at Levi, right... he was going to tell Levi was he pregnant... then... The pups... he'd started bleeding. His confused green eyes filled with sorry "Shhh... shhh. It's ok" "I'm sorry... I..." "You wanted to tell me. I know. I didn't figure out until after I yelled at you. I'm so sorry, Eren. I'm so sorry I yelled" "'s ok..." "No it's not. Eren, I promise, I never cheated on you. And I know you didn't cheat on me, right?" He was too tired for this "Lee... no... I can't think" "Sorry, br-Eren. I had to tell you" "Am I dying?" "No. No, you're not..." "Viren's presents are in the top of my wardrobe... and yours..." "Eren, shhh. You're going to just fine" "But the..." "We're still waiting for the results. They only just let me back in to see you" "Viren?" "He's sleeping next to you" Eren couldn't find the strength to look down, even moving his arm was hard as hell. He was so warm and tired... other than his head, he couldn't feel the rest of him. It was nice to be pain free. Taking his hand, Levi placed it on Viren's soft hair "He's been crying for you" "He shouldn't be here" "Hanji is coming down to take care of him. It's fine... ok. It's all organised" "I'm sorry" "No. This isn't your fault. Ok?" "Did I... did..." He was so fucking confused... and really sleepy. Whining softly, he didn't know what he wanted to say "You're ok. Just rest" "Lee... stay?" "You want me to stay? I'm not going anywhere" "Hold me?" That's what he wanted. He wanted to be in Levi's arms. His omega was stuffed right back under all that cotton wool, but they both wanted Levi to take whatever was happening away "Ok. I need to move Viren. You've got two IV lines running into the cannula in your left arm. They had to give you a blood transfusion, because you're so weak" "'m sorry" Leaning in, Levi kissed him. Eren was sure, if he could be sure, that his mouth was taste revolting. He was too tired to think about it. Nuzzling into his forehead, Levi sighed softly "I love you so much. I never, ever meant to hurt you. You're my everything. I'm completely and totally Erensexual for you, my Shitty Brat" "Lee, shut up and cuddle me" "I can do that" Curled into Levi's side, Viren slept across the both of them. Falling asleep, he felt much more clearer when he woke next. His body still heavy, but his mind no longer fluffy. He was sleepy, and edging on an emotional breakdown, but being so close to his mate felt soooo good. Levi was warm and anchoring. The only thing he could really focus on. He loved this alpha more than life, and here he was. Nuzzling Levi's arm, his alpha smiled down at him. Despite being alone, Levi whispered "Hey, beautiful" Eren's cheeks dusted lightly. He was sure as hell, that he wasn't beautiful right now. Semi-scared there was someone listening, he matched his mates whispers "Hey... I'm in hospital?" "Yeah. You woke earlier, do you remember?" "It's foggy, but... what happened with..." "They're not completely sure. There's two heartbeats in there, with evidence of a partial miscarriage" "There was only two..." "You knew there was two?" "Y-yeah... I'm sorry" And just like that. Those emotions rushed to overwhelm him. Eren was riddled with guilt. For both his pups and Levi... he'd wanted them gone. He'd broken Levi's trust. He should have told him... before. Before they fought. His scent souring as he tried to shift away from Levi "Eren, it's ok. I don't know if you remember, but I understand. I understand now, and I'm sorry" "N-no. It's me. I'm bad..." "You're not bad. Your body has been under extreme stress. Coming off your medication. Struggling with your morning sickness, and looking after Viren. Growing two pups inside of you. You're not bad. I was the one who messed up, by not realising sooner. I knew your scent was changing, I just never thought we be having another pup" "You said you didn't want more... that it was a good thing we only had one" "I'm an idiot. A complete and totally shitty idiot who failed you" "No! No... you didn't know" "Because you didn't feel safe and loved enough to tell me" "I didn't want to... I didn't want to hurt you" "You hurt me more by keeping it in. You've always taken the brunt of everything alone in an effort to protect us" "Because you're my everything. I never had friends or someone to love me. You give me everything" "Except what you need" "No. You work hard for Viren and I" "I still should have noticed. I left you alone and left you to hurt" "It's..." "It's not fine. I lost my head. I always seem to do that when I'm with you" Looking down, Eren didn't deserve Levi. He knew Levi would never intentionally hurt him, but he'd believed the voices in his head "Maybe I'm no good for you" "Hey. No. I'm the one that's not good enough for you" "You're too good for me" "You're an idiot if you believe that" "Maybe we're both idiots?" He wanted to smile, but he couldn't muster the strength. It was like he'd been run over repeatedly without the pain "I wish you weren't quite this bad" "Doesn't it make you feel better to know you're not alone" "Not really. I just feel flat" "Laying in bed will do that to you" "Can I go home soon?" "Not tonight. They want to monitor the pups. Despite everything, all those vitamins you've been taking has managed to keep your levels okish. You still need to gain more weight. Everything is going to the pups" "Are you... are you mad?" "Disappointed. Not mad" So Levi was disappointed he was pregnant? He should have taken the pills... then they'd be gone. Whimpering, he wanted to be let go. It was like the bubble around them had popped "Eren, hey. You're safe. You're ok. We're ok" "You don't want the pups. I should have... then you wouldn't have to know..." "Oh. No. No. I thought you meant "am I mad about everything?". No. Brat... sorry, Eren. No. I'm disappointed at myself. Having another child, or two, or a dozen with you. I'm thrilled. I couldn't be happier. I just can't believe I missed it, with how sick you've been. I took your word for it, forgetting how you like to hide your pain to protect me" "I'm barely showing..." "I noticed that. And I'm going to be around more. I'll talk to my boss. I can drop back to training, instead of field work" "No. They need you in the field. You get what it's like to be an omega..." "Eren. That means more hours. I want to be coming home at reasonable time. I want to be helping with Viren. I want to be there to spend more time with you" "But... Levi. You're good with omegas. You treat them like normal people" "They are normal people. Besides, I'm doing training. I'm training the people who go into the field. I want more time with you... I know you can look after Viren, but I still want to be there" "He does miss you" "Not today. He cried and cried for his mummy. He had a tantrum when I told him he couldn't give you cuddles" "He's never done that before" "I think he had a huge scare when you collapsed like that. We both did" "I thought the cramps were from the nausea... I didn't think I was losing them" "Paradis hospital is sadly ill equipped in comparison to Shinganshima. They can only preform the very basics of tests. That's why their not sure if it was a miscarriage or something else. One pup did have a lower heart rate than the other, they don't know what's going to happen at this point. But... You know Hanji, she'd going to take over the moment she gets here" Levi sounded bitter to begin with, before ending with the sickly sweetness of faked humour with a dash of "trying way too fucking hard". They didn't know, but he could still lose a pup anyway. He could still lose both of them. Then everything would have been for nothing. Levi was probably lashing out at anyone who came too close. He could imagine the alpha yelling and demanding results. It wasn't their fault that the place wasn't as flashy as Shinganshima. It was a tourist town. As far as he knew, the worst a tourist had to fear was a bad sunburn or alcohol poisoning. Maybe a car accident if they had really crappy luck. Shit. He really hoped Levi hadn't... Levi would get to go home, while he was stuck here. The fucked up omega of the psychotic alpha. "Is he ok?" "He's still sleeping, can't you feel him against you?" No. Probably because he couldn't feel much of everything and it was wonderful "Drugged up. I can feel your warmth and smell you, but I can't really feel anything from the neck down. Levi. He shouldn't have had to see that, ever. Even if he's too young to remember, it doesn't make it ok. I don't want him seeing me like this. Or to hear us yelling. I don't want to fight in front of him. I don't want him scared of his dad or me. I don't want him hiding in the closet, sitting in a puddle of piss and thinking you're going to beat him. And I don't want him feeling what I felt growing up. He's innocent. I'm dirty. But he isn't" "You are not dirty. And, neither do I. I lost it when you wanted to go back to that bar. I thought you wanted to leave me" Yeah. Ok. If Levi could kindly back off, or start too, that would be great. His alphas scent tainted with hues of anger "I thought you cheated on me. And that you didn't want me anymore... because I'm too much work... and that I was just, I don't know... convenient? That you'd broke your promise" Levi shook his head as he kissed his hair "You were right though. I didn't cheat on you, but I also didn't stay after sex. I didn't even think about what you'd been through or how it would feel" "It fucking sucked" "I gathered as much. Why didn't you tell me?" Because things were complete shit. Because he had a zillion things on his mind all the time. Because he was struggling his arse off trying to make everyone else happy, only to feel like he fell short in every manner. Because he was a weak omega. No matter how he tried, I couldn't change that. He couldn't change the way people looked at him with his son. He couldn't change the people who looked for his alpha because omegas weren't supposed to go out and do things alone... "Because you're the alpha... I'm only ever going to be an omega. It's my job to stay home with the children, to cook and clean, to be there for your alpha" "Eren. No. What I want was a partnership where you feel equal" He could barely remember what that felt like again... he was sleepy, and dying to fall back to sleep. He hated hospitals, and now he'd ended up in yet another one "We haven't been like that for a while. Lee, if I hadn't said anything, when you came out the shower, would have told me? That you thought I was interested in cheating on you?" Levi sighed, his alpha moving his hand to push Eren's hair back from where he was trying to hide behind his fringe "I, honestly, was angry at you. I thought we were supposed to work things out, then you were laughing with someone else. Someone else was making you happy. It fucking hurt. I know I'm not the greatest alpha, but I can't remember the last time I made you happy. The last time I made you smile that... The last time I made you feel comfortable enough to be truly happy. Then you just stop paying attention to me, to get those stupid pills out. I really wasn't expecting them" "I didn't think you'd want the pup because you're getting rid of me" "I am not getting rid of you. I want you and your pups. Our pups. I just... I can't see how things ended up here" "Life. They never tell you what happens after you get your happily ever after" Letting out a yawn, Levi kissed his forehead "If you're sleepy, you should get some more rest" "I'm a little sleepy" "Hanji should be here soon, hopefully she can figure this out" "Mmm... Lee, have I told you how much I hate hospitals?" "I know. I love you, Eren" "I love you too, and Viren. Can you make sure he's ok?" "He's ok. He's probably going to be cranky when he wakes up" "Get him some chicken nuggets. They always make him feel better" "Nuggets?" "Yeah. They're all he'll eat when he's sick or upset. They work better than ice cream" "I didn't know that" "That's because he saves all the vomiting and tantrums for me" "Things are going to change. I promise you" "Mmmm... I want to talk to you more, but I'm really sleepy" "I know you are" Levi shifted next to him, Eren grabbing his alpha before he could move further "You're not leaving, are you?" "No, Eren. I'm not going anywhere" "Ok... good... I can't loose you, Lee" "You're not going to, my precious omega" Kissing his forehead again, Levi repositioned him to lay with his head on his chest, the rhythm of his mate's strong and steady heartbeat lulling him to sleep.

[porkchop-ao3]

Ok so imagine you are the last version of yourself so Rick keeps you heavily guarded in the citadel. He makes clones but they're not perfect so he protects the original. And your room is perfectly tailored to your interests and you get whatever you want you're just not allowed out

Thank you for this! I wrote this one for Miami Rick :) it’s a little over 3k words and it features a little bit of Daddy kink (only minor though, mentioned like twice). Hope you like it!

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The sky was so blue. The sound of the waves was so soothing. I could almost smell the saltwater, could almost feel the sand beneath my feet. I spun in a circle, seeing the other beach-goers laying back in their bikinis and sunglasses, muscular men looking all oiled up and tanned. I sighed heavily and fell backwards, landing hard on the sand yet feeling no pain… feeling nothing at all. If I focused hard enough I could trick myself into feeling the warmth of the sun, hot, almost painfully so. But then the sound of a keypad being typed into, followed by an opening door could be heard, breaking me out of that tiny bit of emersion.

With a whine, I pulled the headset off, letting my eyes adjust to my actual surroundings. Marble floors, matte black walls with metallic gold patterns, lush fur rug. I didn’t sit up from the excessively soft bed I was laying on, exhausted. Not physically, but mentally. Completely and utterly drained from being in the same space for a month now, almost forgetting how a breeze felt, how fresh air smelled, how open spaces looked.

“Heeey, baby. Here- there’s my girl. I got some, uh, some new stuff for you.” Came Rick’s voice, and I let my eyes fall closed. The bed shifted, and I sensed a shadow being cast over me as he loomed over my body. He clicked his fingers twice in front of my face and I opened my eyes to glare at him. “Baby. Stuff.”

“Wonderful.” I sighed, sitting up and forcing him to move out of the way. He whipped off his sunglasses and spat his toothpick out; I watched it fly across the room and bury itself into the fur rug.

“Hey. Gimme a smile. You used to be- get so excited when I’d visit.” He pointed out and I forced a smile. “I-I got what you asked for, sweetie. Those nice chocolates you like? Got those. Uhh, a new game for you to play on th- on your computer.” He told me, peering into the big gift bag he had on his lap, speaking in this upbeat, encouraging tone. I watched him pull the items out one by one, placing them neatly on the bed. “Bottle of your favorite rosé, and a new glass to go with it. Crystal; I mean look at the cut on that stem. Muah.” He held the wine glass up to the light, and I watched it refract a rainbow across his face. “Isn’t that just beautiful?”

“It is. It’s very beautiful.” I said, sounding a lot less enthusiastic than him. He sighed and leaned over to place the glass and bottle of wine on the mirrored surface of the bedside table.

“You’re gonna like this next thing.” He said, rummaging around and pulling out a slim, velvet textured box, handing it over to me. I watched his excited expression for a moment before opening up the box. I was unsurprised at the garish display of wealth that sat inside, in the form of a necklace made up of large, perfect clarity diamonds. It was the sort of necklace reserved for royalty, but here it was in my possession, and I didn’t feel so much as a twinkle of emotion. I stared at it for a while, before looking up at Rick.

“Thank you.” I said, my voice sounding more monotonous than I’d intended. He narrowed his eyes at me, but before he could complain, I spoke again. “Did you get the other thing I wanted?”

He sighed heavily, but reached into the bag again. “Yes. Th-though I still don’t understand why you need it.” He said, and I snorted. “What, am I not satisfying you?” He sounded bitter. Extremely bitter.

I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “Of course that’s not it.” I assured him, taking the box he held out from him. I didn’t waste a second before pulling open the box and taking out it’s contents. It was a vibrator.

“So why’d you need it?” He asked, and I looked at him with a deadpan expression.

“Really? Rick. I’m in here twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. There’s only so much you can do in one room, and it’s not like you’re here with me constantly, is it? Masturbating is literally the only thing I haven’t got bored of yet.” I told him brazenly.

“Wow, well, I can’t argue with that.” He admitted.

“Thanks for the new stuff.” I said, reaching into the bag on his lap, pulling out the last item that I knew was in there; a pack of batteries. “You can go now… you know, back outside. Back into the world.” I said, inserting the batteries into the toy and clicking it on, feeling a bubble of excitement at how strong it was. My attention was snatched, physically, as Rick grabbed my jaw and roughly pulled it to face him.

“Less of the fucking attitude okay? Y-you act like… like I’m a fucking monster or something.” He growled.

“A monster? No. You’re not scary enough.” I said in an even voice, pulling out of his grip.

“I’m doing this for your own good, you know.” He said, straightening up, all high and fucking mighty.

“Don’t pretend this is about me. I’m not stupid. You’re scared of losing me. And you’re so scared that you can’t see your actions; keeping me locked up in here in a bid to protect me, is what’s pushing me away from you.” I tossed the toy aside and sat up on my knees, looking down at him. “The world isn’t as big and bad and scary as you’re making out. And so what if I’m the only one left of me? What; if I wasn’t and I popped my clogs would you just hop to the next dimension and replace me?” I asked.

“Absolutely not. That’s not- that’s never been my intention. I’ve never wanted to replace you. You’re irreplaceable. Why’d you think I ditched the cloning idea?” He argued and I sighed.

“How very flattering, Rick. I’m sorry, I’m just not having it today.” I shook my head, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I’m keeping you here so I know that you’re safe!” He shouted.

“From what?” I asked.

“From… from everything! This- this is a controlled environment. I’ve got surveillance on this place, I can keep an eye on you at all times and I know that you’re okay. If… if you’re out there, I’ve got no idea where you are or what you’re doing and I… I-I can’t fucking risk that, okay?” He said, his voice cracking with annoyance and some sort of emotion that seemed out of place in Rick. I sat back on my heels, looking down.

“So being locked in a room with no escape is safe? What if… What if there’s a fire?” I asked, and he rolled his eyes.

“I’m not a fucking idiot, (y/n). There’s smoke detectors in this place, and if it’s triggered the door un-” I stopped himself, looking over at me and smacking his hand into his forehead. “Oh. Fantastic. Now you’re gonna start a fucking fire as soon as I leave.” he growled.

“Maybe I will.” I shrugged.

“You do that and I’ll fucking kill you myself.”

“Like that’s much of a threat. I’m barely living as it is.” I snorted.

“Don’t say that. I-I-I work hard to make this place nice for you. I get you everything you want and more. I don’t know what else I can do.”

“All I want is my freedom, Rick.” I told him, looking at him with sad eyes. I noticed a look of pain flicker over his face, but it was covered with a steely wall of indifference soon after.

“No can do.” He said.

“Right.” I nodded, my jaw tense. “Then… just go. Leave me be.” I said.

“You’re gonna do something, y-you’re plotting something.” he noted, and I shook my head.

“I’m simply going to try out my new toy.” I shrugged.

“If that’s the case, I’ll stay.” He stated, kicking off his shoes and getting comfy. I glared at him. “Go on, show me what fun you have when I’m not around.”

“I’m not doing that.” I refused, not moving from my spot.

“Why not?”

“Because I’d like to be alone.”

“If you’d prefer, I could go hide in the closet. You know, the walk in- the full walk in closet over there.” He said, and I raised a brow at his tone.

“What’s this? What’re you doing? Reminding me how much stuff you buy me?” I asked.

“Well, it doesn’t hurt, does it?” He said, and I laughed loudly, throwing my head back. He watched me expressionlessly.

“Seriously? You think designer clothes and shit is a substitute from being able to uh, to go outside?” I asked.

“You’ve got the headset- I made you the goddamn headset so you could go wherever the fuck you wanted.” He said, though all his anger seemed to have been drained. His voice almost completely void of emotion.

“It’s not real.” I said, and he just shrugged, getting up from the bed and pacing, dragging his hands over his face.

“Listen, (y/n), I'm… I’m conflicted here. You’ve gotta un-understand my point of view.” he started. I watched him, patiently waiting for his next words. “If you were to… if anything happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do. No, there’s absolutely nothing I could do. I’d be fucked.”

“Why? I’m not special. You could find any other young piece of ass to splurge all your money on. You’d forget about me in a week.”

“No! You’re fucking wrong, okay? Y-y-you’re not just a young piece of ass, Jesus Christ. I don’t want anybody else! Hey, you’re right, I could do that. I could find any other bitch in Miami and she’d be overjoyed to be in your position, she’d make my life way fucking easier than you do. But it’s not what I want.” He raised his voice, ranting with his arms flailing wildly. “You are special. You’re the most fuckin’ special person in the multiverse because there’s just one of you. It-it defies all logic, goes against everything I thought was true. That’s why I want you. I’m the only fucking Rick that’s got you an-and I’m not risking losing you.”

“So I’m like… a rare collectable item, hmm?” I asked.

“If you wanna put it like that, yeah. A collectable item that a whole bunch of me’s want, but only I’ve got. You see my problem?”

“Oh, oh I think so. You’re keeping me locked up in here, where all the other Rick’s can’t get to me?”

“Exactly!”

“So, uh, why’d you put me on the citadel of Rick’s, huh? In one of the flashiest fucking penthouses on the entire citadel? Isn’t it like, like a beacon? A big flashing neon sign?” I slid to the edge of the bed and got up, closing the gap between us. I had to crane my neck to look him in the eye, but I didn’t let that phase me. “It’s because you’re a goddamn show boater, isn’t it? You want everyone to know exactly who I belong to.”

Rick’s expression told me that I’d called him out. It went through stages, going from surprise, to guilt, to anger in a matter of a few seconds. He shook his head violently, shoving a finger in my face. “N-no! That’s ridiculous. I put you here because… cause it’s luxurious. I wanted you somewhere nice, I wasn’t gonna put you in-in a fucking shed somewhere.” He told me, and I snorted and his shit excuse.

“I know you Rick. I hit the nail on the head. I’m surprised you aren’t selling tickets to come and look at me, view me like a fucking zoo animal. And… and selling these boxes of chocolates to the ones that wanna fucking feed me or pet me.” I picked up the box of chocolates from the bed and pushed them into his chest before letting them drop to the floor. Rick just stood there and took it, watching me with a placid expression. “You don’t care about me. You think you do but you don’t. I’m just a possession to you, a prize, something to brag about. You don’t fucking care.” I spat, my vision blurring as my eyes welled up in anger. Once I was done, I stared him in the eye, waiting for his response, flinching when it came.

I don’t know what I was expecting, but I knew my words had the potential to hit him where it hurt. I waited for him to raise his voice at me, maybe even get physical, shove me away from him and portal me to the blender dimension or something. But none of that happened. Instead, he hugged me. He just fucking hugged me; squeezing me into his chest and resting his lips on the top of my head. I stood there, limp in his arms, eyes wide and body tense with surprise. Rick certainly wasn’t one for hugs, at least not ones like these. If he was gonna hug me, he’d have a hand on my ass and a boner rocking into my thigh. But this was… sweet.

He held me for a while, unmoving, before finally tightening his grip on me and lifting me up, carrying me to the bed and placing me down ever so gently. He cupped my cheeks and kissed me, it was not a lustful kiss, like he usually gave me. It was tender and passionate and full of affection. His fingers ghosted on down to my shoulders, and his head moved down with them, dotting kisses along the center of my throat, when he reached my silk blouse he unbuttoned it, his lips chasing the newly revealed skin until he reached my belly button. I stared down at him, and he caught my eye for a few seconds before he looked away, reaching for the sex toy discarded on the bed. My heart pounded and my tummy lurched with anticipation.

He ran his fingers over my slit, where it was covered only by a pair of panties; I often didn’t bother wearing pants these days. What was the point? My breath hitched at his touch and I rocked my hips up to catch more of it, but his hand was removed. It was soon replaced with the toy, and a low hum met my ears as soon as the vibrations pulsed over me, not quite touching my clit yet. I moaned quietly, closing my eyes and blindly reaching out, my fingers searching for him. He met me halfway, capturing my hand in his as he moved the toy to circle my clit through my underwear. I felt my muscles twitching already at the stimulation, and I knew this would be over quickly. Especially when he pressed the tip directly over that sensitive little button, keeping it there until I was squirming from too much stimulation too soon, effectively numbing me. Little whimpers came from my lips as I tried to cum, but simply couldn’t. Rick chuckled quietly and switched the toy off, putting it aside and removing my underwear.

He left me hanging for a while, letting my sensitivity come back, blowing gentle bursts of air over my pussy. By the time he touched me again, I was simply desperate. His tongue met my opening, making an upwards sweep to my clit, where he rolled it beneath his tongue. I squeezed his hand tightly and groaned, reaching my other hand up to fondle my breast, playing with my hardened nipple and shuddering at the sensations I was experiencing. He sucked gently on my clit, closing his mouth around it and flicking it with his tongue.

“Fuck.” I breathed, hips jumping on the bed. I needed to be filled, I felt empty and far too wet to be left that way. It was as if he’d read my mind, because he let go of my hand and the next thing I knew, he was teasing the toy over my opening. He eased it in; the thing was pretty slim but it had a flared tip that pressed against my g-spot just right. He didn’t turn it on right away, instead opting to thrust it in and out; slow and shallow. I moaned lowly and he hummed around my clit, thrusting faster. “Fuck.” I repeated.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? Cum for your daddy?” He purred, and his voice sent shock waves through me. I groaned loudly, and louder still when he clicked the toy on, sending hot pulses through my body, directly pressed against my g-spot.

“So close.” I sighed, burying my hand in Rick’s hair, pulling gently at the roots and gaining a hum of approval from him. He lifted his head, replacing his tongue with his fingers, rubbing my clit hard and fast.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked me, his voice a pleasant purr.

“Nobody.” I said through clenched teeth, and Rick chuckled, tilting the toy so it was pressed harder against that wonderful spot. My legs trembled and I lurched closer to climax, so very close. I clenched my muscles around the toy, and it made its effects earth shatteringly intense.

“Oh God!” I yelled, back arching.

“Tell me. Who do you belong to?” He repeated. I barely heard him, dangling so far off the edge of the precipice I could focus on nothing but the pleasure.

“Fuck you.” I growled, rocking down on him, chasing and chasing that explosion.

“You’re mine.” He told me with a serious tone, deep and intense. With that, I came; muscles fluttering, toes curling, breath absent. I barely registered Rick’s lips pressing kisses to my thigh as I came, or his satisfied moan as he watched my pussy contract. “Thaaat’s daddy’s good girl.” He said, thrusting the toy inside me though my comedown, finally sliding it out of me when I was a panting, limp, post-orgasmic mess, and he sucked the thing clean.

He crawled up my body and kissed me, his tongue sharing with me my taste. I slid a hand down his front, reaching for the hardness I knew I’d find, but he caught my wrist and pinned it next to me on the bed, preventing me from touching him. I whined in confusion and he broke the kiss, he looked down at my body, then back up to my eyes, a look of contemplation on his face.

“It’s late. You should go to sleep.” He told me, and I raised a brow at his words. He climbed off of me, straightening out his clothes and adjusting the hard on in his pants before he turned and left. I watched him walk out the door, closing it behind him. I watched the green light above it turn red, signifying my entrapment in the locked room. I sighed and let my head drop back against the bed, closing my eyes. I let the post-orgasm lethargy take over, curling up in a ball on my side.

When I woke the next morning, I knew something was different. It took me a while to pinpoint what it was, but when I did, my heart stopped. There above the door, shone a green light.

[thetwoplayergays]

"I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE ANY MORE!" "I DON'T RECOGNIZE MY SELF!" That's in all caps because I see it as screamed. Can you do that for boyf friends sorry I'm so awkward and used to being able to hide behind anonymous but I've fallen in love with your writing lately. Only if you want to you don't have too

I FINALLY DID IT AH! So sorry it took me so long, I could go on about exams and all that shit but I’m sensing you will hopefully get the picture.Regardless, thank you for the prompt/request!

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It was a Saturday night and the boys were spending their time wisely - playing video games in Michael’s basement. They weren’t sure how long they had been in there but neither bothered to care.

Finally, after hours of waiting, Jeremy was released from hospital. After the eventful school day on Friday Michael had offered that Jeremy stay at his house that night to catch a break, and Jeremy whole -heartedly agreed. As soon as they arrived home, Jeremy collapsed onto Michael’s bed and fell asleep, exhausted from all the questions he had received that day. Michael soon followed suit and before they knew it the two woke up at 3am on a Saturday morning.

Now, with nothing else to do, the boys were still playing video games. Eventually, the inevitable red with white text ‘GAME OVER’ flashed onto the screen, ending the particular match.

“Awe come on!” Michael complained, setting down the controller and flopping onto the beanbag behind him. Jeremy sat adjacent, frowning at the TV. “I thought we were finally gonna beat that one!”

“Y-Yeah…” Jeremy replied, still staring at the TV. After a few seconds passed, Michael sighed, hoisted himself upright and went to eject the disk from the console.

“Woah Michael, we were playing-”

“Not anymore,” he announced, returning the disk to its place on the shelf. “I wanna play something I know we can win.”

Before Jeremy could question him, Michael pushed an unknown disk into the slot and bounced back into his beanbag just in time to see the words 'Apocalypse of the Damned’ appear on screen.

“Oh…” Said Jeremy in response.

“Come on dude,” Michael cheered, grabbing his controller off the floor and hitting play. “This one is no match for us.”

——

An hour later and Michael was seriously starting to worry about Jeremy. Not only had they not gotten past their usual warmup match but had been stuck in the same God damn area for 60 whole minutes. And Micheal knew something was up when Jeremy didn’t respond to his usual code words for 'Zombie, right behind you’ or 'Use the axe not the riffle for this one’ - the list went on. Eventually, he jammed down on the pause button and turned to face his best friend.

“Ok, what happened?” He demanded, snatching the controller from Jeremy’s hands.

“W-what?” Jeremy stuttered in response, completely oblivious to his best friend’s reasons for questioning.

“Something’s up, I can tell. You’re usually great at this game bro! Even better than me. But something’s off tonight.” Micheal shuffled closer and rest his head in his palms. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

Jeremy shifted awkwardly on the beanbag, trying not to meet Michael’s gaze.

“I..I-it’s nothing really I just-”

“It’s the Squip isn’t it,” Michael said, instantly recognising the type of hesitation he was being given. For the past few hours Michael had tried to ask Jeremy about the Squip but all that he received was the same 'it was nothing’ stammer each time.

Jeremy looked up, something shifting in his demeanour.

“I don’t want to play this anymore.” He stated, slowly and every words feeling like a drop of venom.

“W-what?” Michael said in response.

Jeremy locked eyes with Michael and arched his back so that he was sitting upright. He spoke even clearer.

“I don’t want to play this anymore”

“Yo Jeremy, dude, calm down.” Michael started, reaching out to his best friend. But Jeremy flinched backwards, slapping Michael’s fingers away.

“D-don’t touch me tall ass!” He cried, falling off of the beanbag and into the floor. Instantly he recognised the words that he had spoken, covering his mouth with his spare hand. But Michael had already heard them.

“W…what did you just call me?” He stammered, slowly rising from the beanbag. Jeremy climbed off of the floor to meet him, stuttering an attempted apology.

“I didn’t mean- that’s not what I - fuck - Michael I, that- that wasn’t-”

“T-Tall ass?!” Michael cried, stepping away from Jeremy. “What the hell dude?”

“No Michael I-”

“What happened to you?” He questioned, louder this time. “What has he done to you Jer? Was it worth it? Making you popular but turning you into… this?”

“I don’t-”

“Dude I don’t know who you are anymore-”

“I DON’T EVEN RECOGNISE MYSELF!” Came Jeremy’s answer. Michael flinched at the sudden increase in volume, eyes flying up to meet his best friend’s. Jeremy’s bright blue eyes soon began to fill with tears as he slumped against the wall.

“He’s gone Michael… but he won’t go away…” he muttered, head flying into to his hair. “Everything I do, I can still hear that voice in the back of my mind telling me what I’m doing wrong, mirroring his exact words. And I do it! I listen to it, because that’s what I’ve been programmed to do.”

“Jeremy…”

“And you know what the worst part is Michael? That voice isn’t even real! It’s inside my head, because it’s my voice. It’s me telling all those things. I CAN’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT MICHAEL! I-”

Jeremy was interrupted by the sudden feeling of arms wrapping around his waist and pulling his close into Michael’s chest. The boy hung on tightly, head hidden in the crook of Jeremy’s tear-stricken neck. Soon, his hands lowered from his hair to return the hug and the two slowly slid against the wall onto the floor.

No words were spoken between the two, just the action of each other being there was enough. The soft hum of the console filled the basement, the smell of candy and Mountain Dew carried through the air.

Eventually, Michael spoke, breaking the silence.

“I don’t care what he told you Jeremy, but you will always be my player two and nothing will change that ok? We’ll fight this, and we’ll come through stronger.” He tightened the hug between them. “I’ll always be here for you Jer.”

The tall boy smiled, returning the pressure of the embrace. He couldn’t help the shift in his smile as he spoke:

“That’s what friends are for yeah?”

Michael’s expression wavered as he responded.

“Yeah… best friends.”

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Brackish and Briny Waters (five)

[Ralph Lamont x Female Reader]

Summary: Ralph apologizes and you've got baby brains, but sometimes life does nothing but kick you down. Previous Masterlist Next

Tag(s): 16+ | 1.7k words | more angst, baby fever, alcoholism, ghostly vibes

AN: GODDAMN Part 5 took me a lifetime to finish. As always no beta readers just poorly side eyeing this by myself and hoping it makes sense

THE NEXT MORNING

You barely stir when you hear the door open. You've all but forgotten last night, and yet you flinch when Ralphie tries to cuddle with you. He sighs somewhere near your ear and hugs you from behind anyways, lips brushing the nape of your neck and breath fanning over your back as he simply lies there, quiet as the grave. 

There's no bruise but you can still feel his hand gripping your arm from last night. "You're being a huge dick…" 

"... I know." 

That is not good enough. You roll over to face him and watch his face twist when he notices the tract marks of dry tears on your face. He swallows and almost unconsciously takes your hand, smoothing his thumb over the back of your palm in a way that was meant to comfort him rather than you. 

"I'm sorry." He opens his mouth again but he flounders for words. After a deep breath he continues. "We can't call Reagan. Because he won't do anything for us…" 

You wait impatiently for him to explain. 

"Sweetheart, if we called Reagan last night, he would have fucking laughed at us. It is step one down that slippery slope to the couple who cried wolf." He put a hand on your shoulder and looked you in the eye, "do you really think he would have done something?" 

You think about it. If Ralph hadn't stopped you from calling him, what would you have said to Reagan? 

I smelled exhaust fumes. Not an emergency, he would say. 

I think he found us. What do you want me to do about it, too late now, he would ask.  

We're in danger. I'll send a squad upstate, they should be there in 4 hours, he would joke. 

"It was real," you insist. "I smelled fumes." 

"I know. I believe you." 

You squint at him threateningly and he doesn't give an inch. He doesn't seem like he's mocking you. 

Ralph could be an asshole, but Reagan was infinitely worse. At least one of them gave a shit about your safety. The realization Ralph was right scared you more than anything. You were alone in this… 

Well, alone together. 

You sigh and bury your face in his neck. Your hair is tangled as shit and probably tickling his face, but your husband simply wraps you up in a tight embrace and holds you against him. It's all the apology you need. 

END OF THE FIRST MONTH

Adjusting to your new life hit you like a sack of bricks early on a Monday morning. You woke up from a dream where you still lived in your tiny little apartment two minutes walk from everything. In a reality which felt more like a fever dream, Ralph was late for work, donning a tie and tweed jacket and kissing you goodbye for the day. 

You never realized how much space there was in the new master bedroom. In the apartment, a queen sized bed nearly touched the walls and barely left room to creep around two night stands and a dresser, but in the new house you had room to lay on the floor and stretch, maybe put another piece of furniture in here like a bookshelf or something. 

And the whole damn house was like that. You had an entire second floor to claim as your own! There is almost too much space… too much space for just the two of you. 

God there's that thought again drifting into your mind unbidden, unfurling like a fern at the first droplet of sunshine. How many people does it take to turn a house into a home? Three should be plenty, your mind offers. 

You busy yourself with measurements, regrouting the loose tiles in the kitchen floor, and scrubbing the blackened hell out of that downstairs bathroom. It seems to come to life beneath your hands and you can feel yourself getting excited to show guests the improvement. 

The thoughts of turning your little twosome family into three persist over and over until you can't stand it any longer. Maybe it's finally time… 

Ralph's late getting home by 5 minutes instead of 5 hours but he still looks tired. No mud tracks on his pants or hard set eyes. He's halfway up the stairs before you realize he's probably going to bed early. 

"Hey!" 

Ralph stops like it pains him. His head sags and his hold on the railing is tight like he'll fall if he lets go. The way he's wobbling he might. He is barely able to meet your eyes as he glances over his shoulder and when he does he simply grunts. 

"I made dinner," you squeeze your hands together behind your back, "angel hair pasta and that sauce you love." 

Ralph's eyes flicker in thought. "Be down in a second." 

You wait nervously to see if he does come down. What if this is a bad idea? What if he doesn't take you seriously? Oh god what if he hates it, what if he calls you an idiot for even considering it? 

Ralph does come back downstairs, hair wild from running his fingers through it. He seems to gain a small amount of energy while eating, not wanting to talk himself but asking how your day has been going. 

You're definitely rambling right now. Ralph listens and listens, chuckling along but at some point he grows concerned and envelopes your hand with a worried expression on his face. "Jesus, I've never heard so many words come out of your mouth at once, it's like you're writing a dissertation over there. Are you OK, baby?" 

You snap your mouth shut. God, you hadn't even come close to talk about kids for all your rambling. And then there was that weird smell… 

Your blood runs cold as you recognize it. You lean a little closer to Ralph and he almost instinctively flinches away. If there's one thing you are sure of, one thing you could swear on god– Ralph Lamont has never flinched away from a kiss before. So he has something to hide. And that something has a sharp scent and explains his slow reactions and tired eyes better than anything else could. 

"Have you… have you been drinking?" 

It's the way he can't meet your eyes when you ask him. You know. It's beyond out of character, so much so that it's confusing and a little frightening for you. 

A little drink here and there is, to you, to be expected especially considering the wealth of your new company. So why hide it? Is there something else he's not telling you?

You suddenly feel sick and too hot, ripping your hand away from his and getting up to leave the table. 

He knows you get in your head sometimes and practically yells your name to stop you. "I'm… I don't know why I…" 

Ralph sighs and buries his face into his hands, ashamed. All this suspense is twisting knots in your stomach. You sit back down gingerly, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down. 

"Ralph," you warn, "you had better start explaining yourself right now before I lose it." 

Ralph stares a hole into the table and worries his lip. The truth is he doesn't know what to say because he doesn't know why he did it. The students are easy, you are easy. Even in the toughest of times, at his lowest, he didn't drink so… what the fuck was coming over him?, he asked himself. 

Something clicked. It rolled like fire in his belly given dry wood, smoking curling to the top of his throat and out of his ears. "They hate me." 

"Who? Who hates you?" 

"Everyone." 

You looked him in the eye for the first time tonight and saw something dark looking in there. It makes you uneasy. "What makes you think they hate you, baby?" 

Ralph's grip on his fork tightens until his knuckles are white before he gingerly sets the dishware down and deflates. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head with a sardonic grin. 

"You wouldn't understand… and how could you? You never leave the house." He looks at you and there's a growing instability rising in his movements. "You… you don't see it. It started out as little nothings that I could ignore because it didn't matter that they didn't like me: I was new.  

"Then it became lots of these little nothings. Staring and whispering and hushed silences. Tip toeing language and poking and prodding and testing me and my limits and it just… it just… it never got better…" 

Rumors. It dawned on you that his frustration seemed intimately familiar to you as you had had to change schools once or twice due to a few terrible rumors that snowballed and got way out of hand. And you can imagine the sort of rumors that accompany a man with little interest in making friends who has a wife nobody knows anything about. 

If you wanted to stay here long, you would need to change a few minds. You set aside your fear for a moment and make him look at you. You can see the unshed tears in his eyes and feel pity for him. 

"I want to do that dinner party," you announce. "With all that's gone on, you probably didn't have the grand introduction you deserve. Let me show them how much you mean to me." 

Ralph's shaking his head but he already knows you'll win this fight. For him it feels like begging for something he doesn't even want. He agrees because he already promised you could when you were ready and you needed to find new friends asap. 

His sleep that night is fitful and the room's shadows seem to reach out like claws seeking his immortal soul. When the haze of whiskey finally dies down in his system he sleeps dreamless and wakes to feel somehow more hollow with despair than before. 

Ralph Lamont has the distinct feeling things are going to get a hell of a lot worse before anything gets better…

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