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impala1967dwinchester · 4 years ago

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Jensen Ackles: Tired

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Wife!Reader, Jared x Gene

Pov: Jensen

warnings; Panic, anxiety, guilt, collapsing, more panic, fluff, a tiny bit of angst, Swearing

Summary(request): Ouuuuh I'm sooo happy that you write for Jensen!!! Can I pleaaase request a one shot of Jensen x wife reader in which she collapses because she's been exhausted taking care of the kids and he feels guilty that he didn't notice and he's determined to help more ?? I'm so sorry if this sound dumb. No pressure if you don't wanna write it.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N- This wasn’t a stupid idea, I know that this had taken me a bit of time to write, so I’m sorry about that. I absolutely love this idea. Thank you for requesting/anon it. (Your eye color: Y/E/C) @firefly-graphics for divider

Jensen masterlsit:

Main Masterlsit

"Kids I need you two to sit in the living room while mommy cleans the kitchen." I heard Y/n say from my upstairs office. I was currently working on my second album for Radio company.

I had been up here for the past couple of days. Once or twice a day I'd hear Y/n get louder than normal, saying something to the twins about how they needed to stop fighting with each other.

Our twins, Ada and Jay. A boy and girl. They were bundles of energy, they run up and down the halls. There little feet leaving loud echos around our home.

"Yes, mommy will turn on Disney. You want to watch frozen two again?" I heard Y/n say. This was the first time that it sounded like the two littles had agreed on something.

A moment later I heard the soft intro music of frozen two. I smiled and continued to work on the new lyrics for our second album. We had promised our fans that the album would be out relatively soon. By soon I mean within a month's time.

I needed a break, I wasn't able to get anything done on an empty stomach. So I made my way down our elegant stairs. I saw the littles entranced by the tv, they didn't even notice me come down the stairs.

I let them be through thinking about how long it had taken for Y/n to get them to calm down. Mostly how much it had taken Y/n to get them to be quiet.

I shuffled my way into the kitchen,, passing behind Y/n as she cleaned a day's worth of dishes. I wrapped my hands around her mid-section, whispering in her ear, "Hey my love." She leaned into my touch and took a rather deep breath closing her eyes.

"Hey honey, what are you doing down here? I thought you had your album to work on." She said trying to unscrew one of Ada's sippy cups. I took the cup out of her hands and unscrewed the top with ease.

"I needed some food in my belly. Looks like you've got those kids preoccupied."I said release her from my hug and slipping a look into the fridge.

"Yeah I do, they've got me going in circles." She said finishing up by putting the cleanish dishes into the dishwasher. She turned to face me, motioning me to grab her water bottle from the fridge.

"I can see that, but hey remember you've got it. If you need anything come get me okay." I said giving her a chat kiss and walking back through the kitchen up the stairs.

I heard the music for the ending of frozen two come and go, but I could smell the start of dinner. I was done with working on the new album, so I changed into some more comfy pants, and went downstairs.

The twins were asleep on the large couch in our living room. Y/n was humming to a song in her head, I stood there and watched her. She danced around, cutting up peppers and messing with the oven for chicken.

She turned around and let out a loud shriek, "Jensen, you scared me!" She said with a huff. "You should be more careful, hell I could have thrown this knife at you." She said setting the knife down.

While I was staring at my beautiful wife I noticed a few things. Her skin seemed dull, I could see the bags under her eyes, her dancing wasn't a full-motion like it usually is. She stops and takes deeper breaths.

"Are you feeling okay?" I asked her out randomly. Giving me an odd look, a raised eyebrow. "Yeah, I'm feeling fine. Why?" Y/n asked me. "I was just wondering, that's all baby," I said kissing her cheek.

"I'm going to wake up the twins okay, if not they'll be up till five in the morning," I said, smacking her ass playful. The roll of Y/n eyes was the last thing I saw before I made my way into the living room.

"Ada, Jay. It's time to wake up." I said softly, Ada stirred in her sleep and Jay didn't even move. Ada slept like my wife does. Very softly, now on the other hand Jay sleep like a rock like his father.

"Ada, it's time to get up. Mommy is making dinner, you want dinner?' i said coaxing her to wake up. Jay still laid asleep, Ada's eyes fluttered open, "Dada!" "Hey baby girl, did you sleep good?" I asked her, hugging her.

She wrapped her small arms around my neck and looked at me with a wide smile, "Yes I sep good." She said, she giggled. A giggled much too Y/n's. "Do you want to help me get your brother up?" I asked Ada.

"Do we have to wake him up." She said a frown replacing her smile. "Yes, I'm afraid we have to," I said smiling. "Fine Daddy."She said unwrapping her arms from my neck and climbing next to her brother, she patted his shoulder.

"Jay, brotha daddy says you gotta wake up now." She said going from patting his shoulder to poking his side. "JAY! WAKE UP!" Ada screamed at the top of her, "Hey, hey there's no need to scream at him, baby." I said interru[ting her screaming session.

"Here let daddy show you how to wake him up," I said with raised eyebrows. "Jay, mommy says you'll get dessert if you wake up and eat all your dinner," I said rubbing small circles into Jay's back.

He opened his eyes and looked back and his sister and me. His eyes reminded me of his mother's Y/E/C eyes. Ada's eyes were the color of him, dark forest green, and when we went outside to play or to the beach, Ada's eyes turned to a light green something resembling an emerald.

All of a sudden my thoughts were interrupted when I heard the crash of something from in the kitchen. I rushed to go see, worried about Y/n. When I rushed in she was collapsed on the floor. "Y/n, honey," I said walking over to her. "Y/n... Y/n are you okay?" I questioned.

"Mommy?" I heard Ada and Jay say at the same time. I needed to make a quick decision. So I called Jared. Telling him that Y/n had collapsed on the floor.

Moments later I heard the door open and shut. "unc Jar." I heard Jay say, then I heard the click on heels behind him he had brought Gen with him. "Jared let me take the kids, you go help Jensen and get Y/n some washcloths a glass of cold water. Okay," Gene said.

"Hey, Auntie." Heard Ada say. "Come on kiddos let's go get some stuff from y'alls bedroom." I heard. Trying to keep Y/n's head elevated. "Hey, Jensen, What happened?" He asked. "I don't know Jar, One minute she was fine and she was cooking dinner, and next I heard a crash while getting Ada and Jay up."

"Jensen just breathe." He said, " How can I relax Jared, my wife.. my wife is lying unconscious on the kitchen floor. And I don't know how to help her." I said running a hand down my face.

"Jensen. Stop take a breath. Got get some washes clothes to get them cold as you get them. And come back here, okay." he said patting my shoulder.

I ran up the stairs passing the twins' rooms, gene gave me a sympathetic smile and was packing the twins' bags. It's a good idea take the kids to your house for a moment. I ran into our closet grabbing far too many, running back down the stairs.

Missing a few at the bottom almost tripping over my large stature. "Get them wet we're going to put some on her forehead, neck, and wrist. Get that glass of water too." Jared said.

Eventually, after Gene had taken the kiddos to their home, Jared and I moved Y/n to the couch. She started to wake up, her eye fluttering open. It was more than too nice to see her Y/E/C. Jared excused himself telling me that they would keep the kids for the rest of the night.

"We'll keep the kiddos, give Ada, Jay, Shep, and Odette a surprise a sleepover," he said patting my shoulder then left. We sat in silence for a moment.

"Wait?" Y/n said first. "I asked if you were okay," I said. "Yeah you did and I wasn't lying." She said, "So, why did this happen then, Y/n?" I questioned her.

Again we sat in silence, "Because Jensen, I feel like I'm doing this all by myself, you're so sucked into finishing the damn album you've left your wife, your wife to deal with two toddlers." She said arguing with me. She took the washcloths off her forehead and wrists throwing them onto the coffee table.

I hadn't realized how much weight I had put on her shoulders. I guess I kind of just expected that she could take it. "I... I guess I didn't realize that I was doing that." I said.

"No, you didn't. You know what just forget it, okay Jensen. I need to finish dinner and then get Ada and Jay from Gene." She said. Truing to get up, but ending up bouncing back onto the couch.

"No, look. I know that I was forgetting about things. And forgetting that you can't take this all by yourself. Yes, you're my wife and you mean the world to me. You don't realize the amount of panic that went through me when I heard that crash. I understand now.' I said

The tears starting to come out. 'You don't know what I would do without you. I wouldn't know what to do without my wife, my beautiful, strong, amazing wife. I'm sorry I fucked up. Please, Let me fix it." I said begging with my wife now.

She stared at me, reaching her hand over to my face wiping the stray tears that had fallen while I was talking away. "Okay, I guess we both fucked up. I didn't say anything to you, and you wouldn't have been able to know." She said scouting closer to me, her hands staying on my cheek.

With her warm hand still on my cheek, I leaned into the touch. "I'll finish dinner, you, Y/n you relax please." I said pleading. She shook her head, "How about we do it together." Y/n offered I smiled and grabbed her hand bringing her up from the couch. "I like that idea," I said.

Going in for a much-needed kiss. She meddled into it. "We can take advantage of the littles being at Gene, and Jared." She whispered against my lips. "Naughty," I whispered back. "Dinner first though," I said stripping the moment of its erotic nature.

"Okay, baby But you've got dish duty for a while," Y/n said her hand sliding up and down my chest.

Completed On: 04/25/2021

Taglist: @akshi8278 @wonderfulworldofwinchester @deanswaywardgirl @hit-meup69 @fofisstilinski @doctorlilo

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the-cosmic-blogger · 4 years ago

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So.. I heard about this coffee shop au by @doodledrawsthings for A Hat in Time. So I decided to write for it. And when I finished, I looked to see the lore much more deeply and uhh... it doesn't really really fit but here it is anyway!

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Coffee Shop AU

The First Time

There's always a first time for everything. Your first word. Your first tooth. Your first steps. But some first times come later in life, and are.. not what you expect.

It was a warm evening in Subcon, where a quaint little coffee shop had been built. MJ was taking stock of inventory, and Luka was running his hand through his brown hair, waiting behind the counter for any more customers. It was getting dark though, the warmth slowly fading on the outside and a chilling darkness starting to befall the town.

The bespectacled man glanced over at the currently absentminded brunet, and called, "Luka. I don't think anymore customers are coming. Clo already went home."

Luka sighed, his mind having been on something else. He felt a little tense for some reason. A reason he hardly could recall. Nonetheless, he replied, "Might as well close up shop then, MJ. I'll get Hattie and put her to bed."

He proceeded to scratch his wrist heavily, a grimace on his face. The other noticed and frowned. "Is something wrong?"

The man began sweating a bit, trying to control the scratching now. "N..nothing."

MJ came closer and placed a hand on his forehead, only to pull it away abruptly. "Oh god you're hot. Listen, the second you put Harriet to bed, you take yourself to bed too. Maybe make some soup."

Luka soon nodded and came out from behind the counter. He looked like he'd seen better days. And the itching moved to his back, so his hand instinctively moved there. He bit his lip. "O..okay. I'll do that.."

MJ nodded, a warm smile in those eyes. "Take care of yourself, Luka."

"You do the same," the brunet managed to smile back.

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Later that evening, the shop was closed and MJ had gone home. But as for Hattie and Luka, well - they lived in this homely establishment. Behind the break room was their home, and while it was a bit small, the two made it work.

"Alright, kiddo! it's time for bed!" Luka announced as he opened the door to the living space. He was sweaty, and pale. And he kept itching.

Hattie, sitting on the couch watching television, moaned slightly, as six year olds often did when told it was time for bed. Luka came over and turned the TV off. She looked up at her father, about to protest, but saw how he looked. With that smile, tender though it was, there was also pain. So her protests died on her tongue. "Dad, you okay?"

The man took a deep, shaky breath, and nodded, still smiling down at her with those loving brown eyes. "Yeah, kiddo. I think I might have caught an allergy from one of the customers.." Luka explained, as he paced the floor to his kid. "Should go away with some nice soup though.."

"It better.." the child jumped onto the couch and booped his nose. "I dun want daddy sick."

Luka laughed as he picked her up and twirled her around, only to end up feeling much worse. Like vomit rising in his throat. He covered his mouth as he held her with one arm and and painfully gulped down the offending fluid. "O..okay.. not doing that again.." he heaved.

"You sure it's just an allergy, dad?" she asked, and he nodded. He took a breath.

"Let's just.. get you to bed.." he replied, taking her to her room.

All sorts of things spun in Harriet's mind. She really should help him. He was getting sweat all on her clothes. It probably wouldn't be right to ask him to read a bedtime story with him so sickly.

Luka's mind was spinning as well. In a more metaphorical, physical sense. It was getting harder to walk. And he was wondering why this was happening and what.

Soon, he opened the door, and in the center pushed up against the wall was her bed. Toys and plushies of all sorts decorated the floor and books on witchcraft and other things were neatly tidied away in the bookcase.

He placed Harriet down, and tucked her in, afterwards scratching at his neck. He could've sworn he felt a tiny bit of fur, and thus pulled up his collar. Harriet looked up at him with such worry, and silence. She soon decided to ask, "How was the shop?"

"It wasn't too bad, kiddo.." he smiled, and soon kissed her forehead. Before he frowned slightly with thought. "Hm.. usually the first words that come out of your mouth is 'bedtime story please!'" he mimicked her voice the best he could, which was almost too perfect, and the girl laughed as Luka booped her nose. "Why the sudden change, Hattie?"

"You seem tired," she replied.

"Ohh..! I see how it is," the smile turned sly, but deep down he very much appreciated the break. He crossed his arms. "Think I can't handle a little bedtime story! well I'll show you…" He proceeded to search for a book.

"Dad, really, it's okay. I can go without tonight," she sat up and watched him, brow furrowed.

Luka wasn't letting up, but he kneeled and the pain shot up through his stomach. "..ghh!" Harriet was about to get up, blue eyes wide, when he raised a hand towards her. Taking a few deep breaths, he shook his head of the dizziness. "I'm.. d..don't worry, kiddo.. I'll just.. go make some soup like MJ said.."

The child nodded, biting her lip, as he got up and headed out of the room, closing the door. Hattie got comfortable then, or as comfy as she could after that, and tried her best to go to sleep.

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A few agonizing minutes later, some chicken soup was shakily poured into a bowl, and Luka licked his dry lips. He'd eat on the couch, he decided, and then head to bed. So he lumbered his way there, and sat down, beginning to eat.

His hand wasn't steady at all, and he almost dropped the spoon a few times. Nothing would stop him from finishing.

Nothing except a sharp pain in the hand he'd been using to eat. He gasped with a wince, and just about dropped the bowl. It felt like he couldn't feel it anymore. And then they stretched and melted into claws, two-fingered, purple claws.

Luka's eyes widened, pupils pinpricks, a louder gasp escaping his lips. The bowl was sent tumbling off his lap, spilling its contents everywhere.

"N..no.." he whispered with horror as he stared at it. He thought he was free. And then his other hand began to change…

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Harriet had been about to fall asleep when she heard the clatter in the living room. She opened her eyes, and rubbed at them. Pained moans soon echoed through the house, and her eyes went wide open at that.

What if her dad fell and couldn't get back up he was such in pain!?

She had to help. Just like he helped her. So, decision made, Harriet shuffled out of bed, and rushed to the door and threw it open.

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Purple was almost all he could see of his skin now, and he soon heard the telltale opening of a door. His eyes widened and he turned his back towards the incoming child. He didn't want her to see him like this. Luka hugged himself, tightening the grip as his transformation started to rip his now stained clothing.

"DAD!" he heard from behind him, as little footsteps rushed along the floor. They stopped though, and he could tell she was looking at him with horror.

She gulped, eyes wide, frozen to the floor. "D..dad?!" she called, horrified and.. scared out of her mind, tears falling. She wanted to run but couldn't move.

He groaned as he felt more like sludge with each passing minute. The purple, fluffy man turned to face her then, revealing his changed face. Oval eyes a bright, glowing gold, large fangs growing from his mouth, which was also glowing and golden. And it was goopy, slime connected his top and bottom lips.

Harriet gasped then, covering her mouth as she stepped back minutely. There was a bit of sorrow in the creature's eyes when she did that, but the horror was insurmountable.

Her father.. was a monster.. and and…

"H...Hattiee…? p..pleaaase…" he spoke with a barely comprehensive sloppy and gurgling slur, slithering out of his ruined clothes and reaching a claw out to her.

And that's when she ran, back to her bedroom, screaming and crying with fear. The door opened and then slammed shut, and Luka winced and soon whined, his eyes heavy with sorrow. He lay down then, not wanting to scare her further by running - slithering? - after her. Golden tears dripped from his eyes, and his form soon solidified into the being known as Snatcher. "...I'm.. sorry, kiddo… I'm a monster…"

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Sorry I had to end it there. It's three in the morning. But it's a pretty decent ending and considering it's not actually canon I don't really see a need to continue it.

Maybe I could. As an AU of an AU. I dunno but yeah. Have this bad fella. Hope you enjoy!

#my fanfic #ahit au snatcher #ahit au #ahit coffee shop au #doodledrawsthings #hat kid #the moonjumper #ahit moonjumper #moonjumper #au moonjumper #long post #the first time #my ahit fanfic #ahit fanfic #ahit fanfiction

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gidleboo · 5 years ago

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PROMPT

NUMBERS

you may pick more than one number if you wish. you may pick a number from fluff and then another number from smut. its basically up to you if you want both fluff and smut in the imagine xx

please add a few details and say who says the lines if its you or the member.

there are less smut prompts than the fluff prompts but ofcourse these are all optional if you want to add them to your request.

ill be updating the prompts from time to time so there will be more choices for you guys and more ideas for me xx

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FLUFF

"baby, pay attention to me."

"omg baby, how did you know?"

"thanks, i know i am."

"okay stop that, its annoying."

"congratulations babygirl, im so proud of you!"

"dont touch me."

"Baby please, please, please buy it for me! pleaaase?"

"how was your day?"

"whats wrong babe?"

"that tickles, baby stop it!"

"you cooked this?! wow, im impressed."

"are you serious? why would you even do that."

"babe, the dishes arent gonna clean theirselves!"

"oh stop, its embarrassing."

"i can be mean too if i try."

"im not cute! say that one more time."

"come here, lets cuddle!"

"i missed you so much baby, you dont understand."

"thats it, im not talking to you."

"omg, how many times are you gonna make me say stop?"

"give me 10 long kisses and ill let you sleep."

"baby, say ah~"

"is that my hoodie youre wearing?"

"i love your voice."

"please sing me a song."

"okay, youre crossing the line here."

"baby stop im gonna die!"

"thanks to you, i died. are you happy?"

"thats what you get!"

"is my babygirl jealous?"

"no thanks, i dont trust your cooking skills."

"baby wake up its okay, its just a nightmare."

"am i gonna have to repeat myself?"

"its okay, im always here for you."

"babe im cold, gimme a hug."

"im not gonna let you win."

"my babygirl is so beautiful."

"babe a spider, oh my god kill it!"

"stop teasing me!"

"baby, i love you no matter what."

"are you really gonna ignore me?"

"would you still love me if i said i ate all the left over chicken?"

"wow, my babygirl looks so beautiful tonight."

"hey babe, i bought your favorite."

"baby this is too expensive! i cant accept this."

"baby can you pass me my towel? i forgot to bring it with me in the shower."

"okay stop, i only love you and only you okay?"

"you drew me?! wow this looks so good baby!"

"youre so cute when you get mad."

"i annoy you because i love you baby."

SMUT

"take off your clothes."

"does my princess feel good?"

"go on, ride my thigh."

"god, you look so sexy."

"oh yes baby, right there!"

"on your knees, bitch."

"who said you could stop?"

"thats it, take my strap like the good girl you are."

"do you want mommy to eat you out? is that what you want?"

"what would the other members say when they see you like this, so vulnerable."

"if you cum without my permission, no sex for a month."

"be a good little bitch and fuck yourself in front of me."

"my baby is so wet for me."

"didnt i say that youre not aloud to touch yourself?"

"im the only one who can pleasure you."

"doesnt this turn you on? anyone who looks at our window could see you being fucked hard by me."

"may i please fucking cum?"

"does my little slut enjoy being fucked in a restaurant?"

"thats it baby, just like that."

"fuck baby, your so deep."

"if i hear you make a sound, we'll start back at 1. now start counting."

"stop teasing me and just fuck me already!"

"aw you want to cum? well too bad bitch."

"ride my face."

"baby, you taste so good."

"taste yourself on my fingers, slut."

"baby, im busy! dont start."

"cum for me baby."

"please be gentle."

"dont stare, its embarrassing."

ANGST (TW)

"just leave."

"you don't give a shit, don't even start."

"please tell me you're joking..."

"how could you do this to me..."

"no please, i can't live without you."

"were done."

"why can't you understand that i don't want to have anything to do with you?"

"so that's it? were done?"

"you disgust me."

"get out of my house."

"give me another chance, please..."

"i don't want to hear what you have to say."

"seriously? i was drunk that time!"

"baby, please don't be like this..."

"ew, look at her. she looks like she came out the grave."

"you don't deserve to be with her, so just break up."

"move out of the way, dyke."

"don't sit with her, i heard that she's a slut and fucks with everyone that becomes her friend."

"i don't care, im never leaving your side."

"i don't deserve you..."

"would you shut the fuck up? no one cares about what you have to say."

"don't listen to them."

"leave me alone."

"can't you see? im a mess!"

"please, don't ever leave me..."

"take a deep breath. you're okay, everything will be okay."

"everything is NOT okay!"

"oh what am i going to do..."

"im sorry ms. L/N, but unfortunately..."

"please, you haven't eaten in two days. at least drink your coffee."

"i said leave me alone!"

"i miss her so much... i don't want to do this anymore."

"im so fucking tired."

"im leaving."

"dont look for me."

#gidle #gidle prompts #gidle imagines #gidle scenarios #gidle drabbles #jeon soyeon #cho miyeon #minnie yontararak #seo soojin #song yuqi #yeh shuhua #gidle fluff #gidle smut #gidle soyeon #gidle miyeon #gidle minnie #gidle soojin #gidle yuqi #gidle shuhua

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starless-night-fright · 6 years ago

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My Roommate is playing KH

He wants me to liveblog it. Under read more! He’s playing Proud Mode.

Tutorial~

He’s currently frustrated at the lack of a block option. “This is a shitty tutorial, also the combat is so slow.”

Sora sinks into darkness “RAGE MODE”

“I don’t want to go to the door, I have fear.”

“Why would I move my movement key to items THAT IS STUPID”

“FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC”

“I can jump too, bitches!”

“Oh, platformint” (oh sweetie)

Has no munny - “I don’t have enough munny for chicken nuggets!”

Darkside as Sora appears “Hello, Vanitas. Oh, wait, I get it, it’s his his heartless!” Combat starts “Oh he’s huge”

“Potions are for peasants.”

“TEACH ME HOW TO BLOCK”

Destiny Islands~

“I like how everyone’s blue-eyed. Someone’s got a type”

Riku shows up “Edgy muscled teen”

“That is not enough for a raft, Kairi, I don’t know who taught you how to build boats”

“I got a log, I am so good at this!”

“We’re gonna go kick Tidus’s ass! He deserves it!”

“How much health do you have, you’re a CHILD!”

Finds Secret Place “SECRET TUNNEEEEEEL!”

Tries opening door, can’t. “When I have the Power of Waking...”

“Riku, you edgy bitch. I FOUND A LOG”

Finds everything “Back to home bitch!”

“How old is he?” “14″ “He’s 10″ “He’s 14″ “He’s 8″

“WE’RE GONNA SAIL TO THE REALM OF DARKNESS”

He can’t get over Riku’s pants, now that I pointed it out.

“SHARE ONE WITH RIKU, YOU GAY SON OF A BITCH!”

“They all run like idiots”

Donald runs screaming “Me whenever I have to do anything productive”

“I too zap my friends with lightning bolts when they’re being lazy fuckers.”

“Look at her (Selphie) eyes, those eyes have no soul!”

Accepts Excalibur as the name of the raft, like a lame kid.

“I HAVE TO JUMP ON TREES!”

“WHY DO YOU HAVE TO JUMP BEFORE THE END OF IT THIS IS STUPID”

“HOW THE FUCK DO I GET UP HERE GAME THIS IS STUPID”

“The platforming in this game sucks, I can see why everyone hates it.”

“Mushrooms are in dark, dank places, by the way.” “TO THE SECRET TUNNEL!”

“Ohhhh wait, this is cute, I take it back.”

“Kairi is so much better at this than you, Sora, get better”

“Is this Yen Sid?” “No.” “Ansem?” “Yes”

“You know nothing, John Snow.”

“Just wiki it, it’s been out for years.”

“Kairi stop being cute.”

“Real life Donald.” “No.” “Yes.” “No.” “That’d be terrifying.” “What would be most terrifying is that someone would want to fuck him.”

“Oh, we buzzin!”

“Ew, look at that space texture.”

“Mom!”

“DAHKNESS”

“Wat, Riku stop being a mysterious bitch!”

“Riku, you edgelord, you can’t just enter the darkness!”

“WHY DOES EVERYONE KNOW ABOUT THE DARKNESS BUT ME”

“DO WE HAVE TO BASH RIKUIN THE FACE?!”

“It’s the light, oh look mama got her key.”

“LOOK THERE’S A FANCY DOOR! We’re going back to the secret tunnel!”

“Oh, she gone, she dead.”

“Ansem, you whore, why did you not explain the darkness.”

“Yes, slam that fist down, fist me harder, Daddy.” “NO!”

“Stop it, and just let me learn HOW TO BLOCK ALREADY”

“POUND ME YOU WON’T BITCH” (third roommate) “Nasty”

“CAN WE NOT, SORA-DARKNESS PLEAAASE”

Deaths: 0

#kingdom hearts #roommates #liveblogging

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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years ago

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day One Hundred Fifty-Five: Twelve Babies ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Inuzuka Hana ] [ SasuHina, pregnancy ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

It starts when she’s coming in with an armful of groceries. Juggling the bag and her keys, Hinata pauses as she hears a soft sound. A few glances around the front porch, however, reveal nothing...and she doesn’t hear it again. Listening a moment longer, she then mentally shrugs and heads in. There’s still several more bags to pack in, after all. And for the moment, she’s all alone with Sasuke at work. Which leaves all the grocery-carrying to her.

Once everything is put away, she changes into a pair of worn shorts and a tank top, hair pulled into a tail behind her head and a visor snug over her brow to shade her face. Gloves pulled onto her hands, she heads back out through the front door to do a bit of yard work. The flowerbeds in the front are getting a bit overrun with weeds. It’s time yet again to go to war with the unwanted flora!

Ten minutes in, she stills. There’s that noise again! Sitting back on her haunches, Hinata looks over the yard. Funny...she doesn’t see anything. The houses on either side are quiet. What on earth…?

There! Again! Head turning, she pinpoints it somewhere to her left. Is there...something under the front porch? Hesitating - what if it’s a racoon? They carry rabies! - she sidles over to the lattice that goes all the way around the underside of the porch.

Or...well, most of it. As it so happens, there’s a piece broken off along the house. Great...there is something under there, isn’t there?

Nibbling her lip, she heads in for a moment to grab a flashlight, reemerging and kneeling by the hole. A button is pressed, and the light cuts through the dark under the porch.

A few random bits of junk - must be from the previous owners - are scattered about. Old broken flower pots, some spare lattice...and a cardboard box…? Heaving a small, curt sigh, Hinata moves around to a better angle to see into said box. Peering through a hole of the lattice, she aims her light...and gasps softly.

Staring with round eyes, giving a quiet growl...is a cat.

“Aww...hey, kitty,” Hinata greets softly. “What are you doing under there…?”

Still the feline growls, Hinata angling the beam to keep from blinding them.

“It’s okay! I’m not gonna hurt you. Gosh, I thought you were a trash panda…” Shifting her weight, she tries to think of what to do. “...hold on!”

Back in she goes, fetching a can of tuna fish. Cracking it open, she forks some into a tupperware bowl...and then gets a second for some water. Placing both near the hole by the house, she calls, “Here kitty kitty! Are you hungry?”

It takes a minute, but the smell of tuna coaxes them to peer around the edge of the box, sniffing with soft snorts. Creeping along as Hinata settles herself back a ways, the cat - a little black one with a splotch of white on their chest - slowly emerges just enough to scarf down several chunks of tuna.

And it’s then Hinata notices, this is a fat cat! But...fat in a sort of...odd way. Almost like…

...oh no.

“...you’re pregnant, aren’t you?” she notes quietly. What is she supposed to do with a wild, pregnant cat?

Sasuke is going to be thrilled.

Not.

Watching her eat (and then get a long drink), Hinata nibbles her thumbnail, sat on the grass. Should she...call the pound? But surely that would be a lot of stress for a kitty that’s so clearly close to popping…

...oh! Duh!

Taking her phone out of her pocket, Hinata sends a quick text. Thankfully it only takes Kiba a few minutes to reply.

Yeah, I can see if my sis has some spare time - she helps with rescues a lot. And she can make sure the cat’s healthy. I’ll text you when I hear back.

Hinata breathes a sigh of relief. Thank you - I just want to make sure mama and babies will be okay!

Having little else to do but wait, Hinata wraps arms around her bent knees, watching her new feline friend eat her meal. “I wish you weren’t scared of me, kitty...I promise I don’t want to hurt you…!” But alas, cats can’t understand something so easily - she’ll have to earn her trust, first. Hopefully Hana will know some tips and tricks for that.

All the while, her guest keeps one wary eye on the human. It doesn’t take long to clean up every scrap of tuna.

“Gosh, you must be really hungry…! Do you...want some more?” She also just got some chicken...maybe that would be better on an empty stomach. Ever so slowly, Hinata moves to get to her feet.

In a flash, the cat disappears back under the porch.

“Oh -!” Trying to gesture, Hinata wilts. Well...she should have expected that. Setting her jaw, she picks up the dish and heads back inside.

One cut up piece of chicken later, she returns, setting it back in the same spot...and this time, sitting a little closer. As before, the kitty approaches slowly, watching Hinata with a heaping amount of suspicion.

“You’re okay,” she murmurs, trying to calm her. “I’m not gonna hurt you...it’s just m-me and you. You’re safe, pretty little kitty.”

On she goes, mostly just talking nonsense to try to adjust the cat to her voice. Reaching the dish, the soon-to-be mother heads right on in to eating.

As tempted as she is to try and pet her, Hinata refrains. Mostly because she knows that won’t work, but also because she can’t know what trouble this kitty’s gotten into: parasites, illnesses...she might not be safe to touch.

And then Sasuke’s car pulls into the driveway. Tensing, the cat - surprisingly - doesn’t flee, eyes round again and clearly scared.

“Easy! Easy…” Hinata urges. “It’s just Sasuke. He’s my husband. He loves kitties!”

“Hinata? Who are you talking to?”

She just points, Sasuke coming around and then stopping in surprise. “...oh! Is that cat...pregnant?”

“I think so. Poor thing is so hungry...I’ve been trying to make friends!”

Just as curious, Sasuke takes a seat beside her.

Torn between her appetite and her fear, the cat lingers in inaction for a while before taking another bite.

Feeling her phone vibrate, Hinata gets a text from Hana. Can be there in twenty minutes - be careful not to approach, get scratched / bit

True to her word, the vet soon arrives, a carrier and a catch pole in hand. “So, she’s under the porch?”

“Mhm...we had her out to eat, but she got nervous at your car.”

The couple stand aside as the vet gets to work, laying on her belly and fishing around for the feline. Soon there’s a startled howl as she gets ahold of her, and Hinata can’t help a flinch. Fishing her out, Hana carefully gets her into the crate.

Immediately, the cat shrinks into a corner, hair on end and pupils like dinner plates.

“...well, I’ll have to do a lot of tests, make sure she doesn’t have any mites, fleas, diseases...but if she checks out, I’ll let you know.”

“Will...will she need a foster home?”

Hana perks a brow. “...are you offering?”

Hinata looks to Sasuke, who deadpans. “...Hinata…”

“We can help find the babies homes! Haven’t you always w-wanted a cat since we moved in?”

“Yeah, one. Not a whole...troupe.”

“Kittens are pretty easy to get adopted,” Hana offers. “Everyone loves baby animals.”

“Pleaaase?”

The Uchiha sighs. “...oh, all right. But we have to make sure she’s safe and healthy first.”

“Mhm!”

A week passes as Hana does tests and cleans the cat up, doing her best to socialize her. “I think she was someone’s housecat,” she reports over the phone. “She doesn’t have a chip, but she’s actually gotten a little friendly. Still very scared, though.”

“Aww…”

“You sure you want her in your house? She didn’t have fleas, and seems clean besides some ear mites I treated her for...but who knows if she’s housebroken, or won’t go nuts and jump on everything.”

“I’m sure!”

Thankfully, the couple have a spare room in their little house: what was going to be an office, but has mostly just been storage as the project keeps getting pushed back. Hinata does her best to clean it up, investing in a large dog crate filled with second hand store blankets, water and food, and a small litter box.

Hana brings the kitty back a few days later, helping move the very round cat from one crate to another. Curling up in a corner, she stares with wary eyes.

“Hey there,” Hinata greets with a smile.

“Got a name picked out yet?”

“Hm...no, not yet.”

“She seems nice, just...very shy of people. She hasn’t bitten or scratched - very well-behaved. I’m willing to bet she’s a housecat that got pregnant, and the owner just...tossed her out rather than deal with the kittens.”

“Oh, how horrible…”

“But, she’s got a good home now. Once the kittens are born and old enough, I’ll help you find homes. Shouldn’t take much.”

“Thank you!”

Kittens, as it turns out, aren’t far off.

As a matter of fact, they only wait about a day before arriving.

Going in to check her the following morning, Hinata freezes at the sounds of soft, tiny mews. “...oh my g-gosh!”

Very carefully checking the cat’s nest of blankets, Hinata counts a whopping twelve babies. Twelve little kittens!

“Holy smokes, mama! No wonder you were so hungry, having all those little ones in there!”

Sasuke doesn’t believe her until he gets home to check himself. “...well I’ll be darned.”

Most of the kittens are shades of black or grey, but a few are tabby colored. “Well, I guess we know what the dad looked like…”

“Freeloader, not even sticking around to raise the kids.”

Hinata giggles. “I guess that falls to us, huh?”

Hana comes to check them, also amazed. “You don’t see litters this size very often! But they all look healthy...what a good mama.”

Hinata starts her new home hunt early. Everyone she knows gets a call advertising the little kitties.

Kiba’s girlfriend agrees to take one. Naruto and Sakura too, if they can get a pet deposit in their apartment. Shino politely declines, citing an allergy. Kurenai, Hinata’s favorite high school teacher, agrees to one. Ino goes in for two. Sasuke’s brother lets his wife talk him into one. Shisui agrees to one, as does his mother. Even Hanabi manages to convince Hiashi to let her have one. That leaves three unaccounted for, which Hana assures them won’t take long.

Sasuke, however...quickly becomes attached. He’s told her before of his family’s love for cats, as evident by their percentage of participation. But more than once, Hinata catches him in the spare room, letting himself be overrun by kittens.

As time goes, the mama cat quickly warms up to them both.

“How about Oreo?”

“You have any idea how overused that name is for black and white animals?”

“Cuz it fits!”

“...how about...Shadow?”

“...what was that about overused?”

Staring at her, Sasuke then brightens. “...Bowtie.”

“What?”

“Her white mark on her chest! It looks like a bowtie!”

Hinata stares...and then laughs. “It does!”

Once the kittens are old enough, they get one last checkup by Hana, and then get dispersed to their new homes.

And Bowtie gets spayed.

“I think one batch of twelve babies was enough for the poor thing,” Hinata agrees.

“Yeah...one cat is plenty. For now.”

“...for now.”

.oOo.

Me: I should keep my dailies short so I don't burn out for the Tumblr event! Me: *writes this, which is almost 2k words* ...welp xD Typically I try to average about 1200 words for these drabbles...I think last I checked the overall average was actually 1400-ish? So even then I've managed to go a bit overboard, lol - I just...really liked this prompt and had to flesh it out a bit more than usual xD Anywho, Hinata found a kitty! Which then led to MANY MORE kitties! Which I promise all ended up with good homes. And that's...really all there is to this, lol Remember folks: spay and neuter your pets! Anyway, on that note, I'm gonna go pass out! Still got a LOT of writing ahead of me for the next three days, so I need some sleep - thanks for reading!

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #inuzuka hana #pregnancy //#best years of your life [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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Chapter 14

(Banner made by the loveliest @harry-nofookingway-styles)

Harry X OFC (AU)

In which Melody is reacquainted with an old classmate named Harry, and must keep afloat in the violent, criminal lifestyle of an underground boxer.

Read previous parts here.

Author’s note: I invested probably too much time into this chapter so PLEAAASE tell me what you thought of it. Anyway... EYESEYESEYES. Enjoy. Xx

It was seven thirty-five when Harry showed up at Melody’s apartment. He hadn’t been this close to on time before and she was caught off-guard when she heard him knock at the door. She opened it to find him in skinny jeans and a button-up, dark blue, layered with a leather jacket.

“Did you buy a new shirt?” Melody asked, tilting her head in the doorway.

Harry glanced down at his shirt and back up at Melody, in a fitted purple dress that made his jaw pause from chewing the gum in his mouth.

“Yeah,” he answered, forcibly continuing to chomp on his gum.

“What, no flowers?” she asked. As she spoke, Harry watched a tendril of hair fall from her her ponytail, framing her cheek.

“‘M not a flower kinda man.” Harry stepped into the apartment, skirting around Melody, and leaned down to press a quick kiss to her cheek.

Melody tried to hold back a smile as she shut the door behind him. She turned to get back to the kitchen, where rice was boiling on the stove. “Good. I end up killing anything that’s not a succulent.”

“A wha’?”

Melody glanced at Harry, who had toed his shoes off beside the front door and was now leaned up against the countertop a few feet away. She laughed beneath her breath and shook her head. “Nothing.”

“What are yeh makin’? Smells good.”

“Chicken and rice,” she answered, turning off the burner and maneuvering around him to drain the pot. “Is that okay? Please, tell me you’ll eat it.”

“Yes,” Harry said, chuckling. He spit his gum into the wastebasket at the end of the counter and crossed his arms over his chest, watching her flit around the kitchen to finish up her preparations. “Yeah, I’ll eat anythin’, really.”

Melody breathed out a sigh of relief, opening up a cabinet to get a couple of plates out. Harry had begun to sweat by the time she had brought their food to the small dining table between the kitchen and the living room. He could almost feel her building up to some invasive questioning.

“No candles?” Harry asked as he laid his jacket over the back of his chair and sat down, pushing his hair back with a hand.

“I have some in the other room, if you want,” Melody said, raising an amused eyebrow.

“Maybe not.”

Melody grinned and then stood up suddenly. “Oh, I forgot,” she said, slipping back around the counter and into the kitchen. “I don’t have any whiskey or anything. Will you drink wine?”

“Yeah, sure,” Harry said. He could use some. He had already unbuttoned his shirt further than it had been undone when he arrived. Why was he nervous?

Harry tried not to breathe as Melody set a glass in front of him and poured him a good portion of red wine. Her perfume wafted off of her in waves. In fact, it seemed to have penetrated the furniture of this place, maybe even seeped into the walls. It wasn’t exactly overwhelming, but God, was it noticeable.

“Okay,” Melody said after she had poured her own wine and taken a sip. She clapped her hands over her eyes and grimaced. “You try it first.”

“Why? ‘S it poisoned?”

“I don’t know! If there's one art that's hard for me, it's culinary,” she admitted, peeking at him from between her fingers. “I really tried, though.”

“Well, ‘f yeh’re not the best cook, why didn’ we just order takeout?” he asked, picking up his fork.

“Because that’s the easy way out.”

He laughed, shaking his head, and scooped a forkful of food into his mouth. Melody watched him with bated breath, preparing for the worst. Maybe they would order takeout after all.

“‘S good,” Harry said, nodding. “‘S really good, actually.”

“Thank God.” Melody took another sip of wine and then took a bite from her own plate, humming in surprised agreement.

Harry was hopeful when Melody hadn’t spoken again for a minute. He should have known, however, that it was impossible to go the entire meal without conversation.

“Harry, I don’t get it.”

Harry chewed slowly, waiting to swallow his food before he replied. “Wha’ don’ yeh get?”

“Anything, really. You just completely contradict yourself,” Melody said. She set her fork down and leaned back in her seat. Harry, who wasn’t so ready for a deep talk, kept his utensil in-hand. “So, you fight illegally, which I get. And it seems like you try to keep it there, but then you’re also in dark alleyways with guns. You want me to leave you alone, but when I don’t you come on dates with me and buy me birthday presents. Which are very expensive, I might add. I checked the actual price.”

Harry set his fork down finally. He licked his lips in annoyance and turned to glance out the window.

“So, you can afford to buy me drinks and pay for expensive paintbrushes, but you live in a shitty north side apartment with nothing to keep you occupied but some old Fleetwood Mac CDs. And it seems like you’ve never had any type of personal relationship with anyone, ever, but you’re wearing that necklace that your mom gave you again and you said yes to dinner even after I specified that it was a date, and—”

“Knew yeh’d say somethin’ about my apartment.”

“Harry,” Melody breathed, settling her elbows onto the table. “You’re not gonna tell me anything?”

Harry turned back to look at her, with her wide, curious eyes. Another stray lock of hair had fallen from her ponytail.

“And wha’ would yeh like me t’tell yeh?”

“I mean, you could start with being kicked out of school and then continue with the next ten years of your life,” she said, shaking her head exasperatedly. “Or you could start at the fucking beginning, you know? Normal people get to know each other by talking about their pasts.”

“So, what abou’ you?” Harry demanded, anger creeping through his veins like a trickling faucet. “Yeh’ve spent all this time tryin’ t’pry information out o’ me tha’ yeh haven’ told me shit abou’ yourself.”

“Ask away,” Melody prompted, tilting her head. “I’m an open book.”

“How was breakfast with your parents after I made yeh come?”

Melody sucked in a sharp breath, looking away from him. Of all the things he could have said, that was something she was not expecting. She swallowed down her shock before looking back at him.

“Did yeh tell 'em all about me an' then listen to 'em bitch about how disappointed they are?”

Melody shook her head calmly. “Who’s assuming things now?”

Harry scoffed and leaned back in his chair.

“Actually, it didn't go very well, but I didn't tell them a single thing about you. You're not some way for me to rebel, Harry. I'd like to think I'm a little more mature than that.”

Harry nodded softly, almost mockingly. “Don' get along with your parents?”

"My dad doesn't really take any interest in me. He just works. If my mom hadn't reminded him about my birthday and brought him to breakfast with her, he probably wouldn't have even remembered."

"Tough life, huh?"

“I’m not claiming I have a tough life, Harry,” Melody said, sighing in frustration. “You asked me questions, so I answered you.” She pursed her lips and took a slow sip of her wine.

Harry took a deep, calming breath and watched her set down her glass, thumbing its rim.

“Can’t you just give me something?” Melody begged after another moment. “You don’t have to give me your life story right now, okay? I’m just asking for something.”

Harry reached for his own wine and chugged down a few mouthfuls. It was much sweeter than anything he was used to. “Name somethin’,” he said quietly.

“Do you get along with your dad?”

Harry shook his head. “Not really,” he supplied. “Not at all, actually.”

“Why’s that?”

“He’s kinda disinterested, like yours, I guess.” Harry looked up to meet Melody’s eyes. He had calmed down by now and felt a little regretful for his outbursts. Maybe that’s what made him speak. “Doesn’ seem t’care very much. I was never really at the top o’ his list o’ priorities.”

“Okay,” Melody said with a nod. She picked up her fork again, pushing some food around on her plate. It was probably best not to continue her pushing.

Harry closed his eyes and tilted his head back, rubbing at his jaw uncomfortably. “‘M sorry,” he mumbled after a moment. “‘M bein’ a dick again.”

Melody shook her head, stabbing at a piece of chicken. “You don’t like sharing. I’m only curious,” she said, taking a bite of her food.

“Know yeh are,” Harry agreed. “Kinda nosey sometimes, too.”

Melody laughed lightly around her food. She gave a reluctant nod.

The two of them ate in silence for a few minutes. Neither one wanted to add to the tension that hung in the air.

“Do you know who you’re fighting this weekend?” Melody asked when she couldn’t stand the lack of noise any longer.

“No one,” Harry answered, sipping from his glass of wine. He had finished his plate.

“No one? What do you mean?” Melody frowned in confusion. “I thought you fought every other weekend.”

“Usually do,” Harry said with a nod, “but I lost the last fight so now I have t’wait.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Only got t’fight in a match every fightin’ weekend b’cause I'd been winnin’. I lost, so now I've gotta wait t’fight the new champion.”

Melody’s eyes widened. “You mean that huge guy? The one that beat you to a pulp?”

Harry gulped down the rest of his wine and shook his head indignantly. “He was only fightin’ t’prove a point for Goodman. They'll have two different fighters this week.”

Melody relaxed visibly where she sat and glanced down at her plate. In their silence, they had finished their food. She set her fork down. “Are you still hungry?”

“No, ‘m okay.”

Melody nodded and pushed her seat away from the table, collecting the dishes and carrying them to the sink. Harry ran his tongue along the inside of his teeth. They had reeled back their little spat far enough to talk, but he could feel that it still bothered her. He stood, grabbing the wine bottle and their glasses, and carried them into the kitchen.

Melody was filling up the sink with soapy water. She didn’t look at Harry as he set the glasses on the counter beside her and then went to recork the wine. She also didn’t speak as he leaned against the counter with a dish towel in his hands.

“Thank yeh for dinner,” he said, lifting his fingers to finally tuck her stray hair behind her ear. He brushed his knuckles along the curve of her jaw before letting his hand fall away and watched her shift.

“You’re welcome,” she replied shortly, turning off the faucet and sticking her hands into the warm dishwater.

Harry took a plate from her hands when she had finished rinsing it, toweling off the water and setting it on the counter. He watched her work in silence. He was so used to her voice, so used to her constant chatter and rambling that any time she stopped speaking it felt almost unnatural, foreign.

“So, 'm not the biggest talker,” Harry said when the counter was stacked with clean dishes. He took a fork from her fingers and wiped it dry. “Yeh know tha’. And ‘m sorry ‘f it bothers yeh sometimes. But I do like listenin’ t’yeh talk.”

Melody glanced up at Harry, who licked his lips slowly. She passed him the rice pot, then pulled the sink drain and rinsed her hands.

“Not gonna say anythin’, hm?” he asked. “Silent treatment?”

“I’m not giving you the silent treatment, Harry. I’m not a child,” Melody informed him, taking the towel from his hands.

“Know yeh’re not, trust me,” Harry said with a soft chuckle. He reached to place a hand on her opposite hip and slid her closer to him. “Look good when yeh clench your jaw like tha’, yeh know.”

Melody said nothing in reply as he leaned down to kiss at the corner of her tightened jaw. He thumbed at her thigh through her dress.

“Still not talkin’?” Harry dragged his teeth over the pulse in her neck. He heard a sharp breath leave her lungs and smirked, nosing at the skin below her ear. “Maybe yeh need a conversation starter. Well, ‘ve been with enough women to know they all like it differently.” Harry’s arms wrapped around her waist as he stepped behind her. She felt his breath on the back of her neck.

“So, tell me, how d’yeh like it?” he asked. His hands skimmed down the front of her dress, parting when they reached her pelvis and dipping down her legs, past the hem of her skirt. His fingers were hot as they pressed into the front of her thighs and then looped around to the back. She felt all of the air leave her lungs as he dragged his hands up the back of her thighs, lifting her dress with them and squeezing at the flesh just below her ass. Her skin erupted into flames everywhere that he touched her. “I think yeh might like it a li’l dirty. Am I wrong?”

Melody swallowed and then dragged air into her aching lungs. She could feel her heart hammering within her ribcage, could feel heat pooling in her lower abdomen. Her fingers curled around the edge of the sink.

Harry chuckled again, sliding his hands up her hips, lifting the hem of her dress over the curve of her ass and pressing her even further into the countertop. Dishwater that had pooled along the edge of the sink began to seep through her clothes into her stomach. She shivered as he bit over her shoulder.

“Yeh’re still not talkin’,” Harry observed, taking a step back so that he could spin her around and then trapping her against the counter again. “Why’s tha’?”

Melody reached up to grab at the back of his neck, but he didn’t budge as she tried to pull him toward her.

“Please,” she breathed.

“Yeh’re not answerin’ m’questions, though,” Harry said, even as he leaned down to ghost his lips over her.

“What if I don’t feel like talking right now?” Melody asked, lifting her face, only for Harry to pull back. “Please.”

He relented, finally pressing his mouth to her expectant lips. She hummed gratefully and slid her fingers up into his hair. Harry’s arms closed around her, pulling her ever closer. As he sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and ground his hips into her, he could feel her dress continuing to ride up her thighs.

Melody gasped as he lifted her and sat her beside the sink. Her hand, in an effort to steady herself, sent their clean dinner plates skittering across the countertop. Her fingers fumbled to close around Harry’s shirt as he yanked her toward him by her hips.

“Yeh wanna know somethin’ about me?” Harry asked, kissing down Melody’s chin and slipping a hand up the outside of her thigh. He pulled away just enough that he was able to speak clearly. “Been thinkin’ about fuckin’ yeh fo’ days.”

Melody felt the air leave her lungs. Harry pressed a last hard kiss to her mouth and then squatted down in front of her.

“Harry, what—Oh.”

Melody gasped again as Harry pulled her to the very edge of the counter. His mouth closed around the flesh of her inner thigh, just above her knee, and then he began to lick and bite his way upward. She leaned back on her palms.

“D’yeh mind?” Harry asked, glancing up at her. He watched her bite at her lip and smirked. “Can I take tha’ t’mean yeh don’ mind?”

“I don’t mind,” Melody rushed, shaking her head, and no sooner had she finished speaking than Harry was reaching beneath her dress. She was aching, wanting, and his fingers all but scorched her.

“Not as shy as I remember yeh bein’ back in school,” he muttered as he dragged her underwear down her legs.

“Yeah, well, I was twelve.”

Harry chuckled as he spread Melody’s thighs apart on the counter. He looked up to watch her cheeks tinge pink and then turned to press another kiss to her thigh.

“Yeh make a good point.” Harry lifted her legs to rest them over his shoulders, rolling her dress further up her torso until he could see her clearly. He gave her one last glance before leaning forward to press a soft kiss to her clit.

Melody’s heart stuttered in her chest. She swallowed back the pitiful noise that rose in her throat, but let her mouth fall open as Harry licked tentatively between her folds. She was all he could taste, smell. The stifled moan he heard from her urged him forward to suckle on her bundle of nerves, and he pulled even harder when she buried a fist in his hair. His hands gripped greedily at the topmost part of her thighs. He dipped down, running his tongue lazily over the entirety of her.

Harry could feel his saliva around the edges of his lips when he pulled his mouth away. He could see it coating her pussy, glistening beneath the hanging kitchen lights. He wanted to tear into her, to make her come right there on the counter and then lap her up, but not as much as he wanted to bury himself inside her. God, he wanted to feel her around his cock. He’d spent hours thinking about the way she had come undone around his fingers, remembering the way she’d clutched at him and the noises she’d made. He could make her come into his mouth some other time.

Harry peeled Melody’s thighs from his shoulders and stood, meeting her awaiting lips. They seemed to burn into him as she threaded her other hand into his hair and interlocked her fingers at the back of his head. Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. Her legs closed around his hips just as they had the other day and he lifted her from the counter, stepping around its edge.

Melody trailed her lips away from Harry’s, kissing at the underside of his jaw. She paused for only a moment as he spoke, and in that moment she noticed her panties, where they had been discarded in the center of the kitchen floor.

“Don’ know where ‘m goin’.”

She breathed out a short laugh and licked at his throat. “Door to the left of my studio.”

Harry didn’t need further instruction. He carried her into her room and stumbled in the dark until they fell to her bed. A large window across one wall let in swaths of blue moonlight, dulled by cloud cover. The brightness from the rest of the city seemed to be muted. Harry, however, only noticed how difficult this made it to see Melody as he shifted her up the bed and settled on top of her.

Her fingers grappled frantically at his face, pulling him down to kiss her again. She moaned appreciatively as he rutted against her. He was sure he was leaking into his boxers. The tight confines of his skinny jeans felt almost unbearable.

Melody snuck her hands between them to wrestle with the few shirt buttons he had bothered doing up. She jerked in shock as the cold metal of his necklace fell against her chest, a lick of ice against her broiling skin. Harry struggled to pull his arms from the sleeves of his shirt when she finally spread the front of it open.

“Christ, I feel fuckin’ trapped,” he grumbled, breaking his lips away from her and yanking his wrist from his sleeve. Melody took the opportunity to reach for his belt buckle. She found it hard to make any progress, though, as he threw his shirt away in frustration and ground himself against her again. The rough denim of his pants felt almost overwhelming over her core. She choked on her breath.

“Stop, I can’t—” Melody shoved against his hips. “I can’t get these undone.”

Harry kneeled back and let her mess with his belt and then the button on his jeans. She yanked on his pant legs, nearly taking his boxers with them, but the relief from their pressure made him sigh gratefully.

“Yeh have condoms?” Harry asked, fighting the rest of the way out of his jeans and tossing them to the floor in a heap. “Left mine in m’jacket.”

Melody sat up in front of him and reached behind her for the zipper of her dress. “In the nightstand,” she directed him.

Harry toppled over on the mattress to reach into the drawer beside her bed. He fumbled through the dark and found an unopened box, which he ripped open at once. A packet between his fingers, he slammed the drawer shut and sat back up.

“Harry,” Melody murmured. She grunted in frustration. “I can’t get the fucking zipper.”

“Turn ‘round,” he said, slipping the condom packet gently between his teeth. Melody shifted onto her knees and then spun herself around, pulling her hair over her shoulder. She shivered as Harry’s fingertips brushed at the top of her spine. He fiddled with the zipper of her dress until he could unstick it. Then his hands lifted to gently unwrap the tie from her hair and toss it onto the table.

Melody pulled her arms from the straps of her dress as her hair fell over her back. She turned back around and wriggled out of the clothing, kicking it off of the bed. When she lifted her eyes, Harry was staring at her, fingers holding a shining packet in the air beside his face. His gaze flittered over her quickly.

“How d’yeh wanna do this?”

Melody licked at her tingling lips. She felt vulnerable, so completely naked with him still partly-clothed.

“Just missionary for now, maybe?”

Harry swallowed sharply and nodded, ripping open the condom packet in his fingers. He shed his boxers quickly and rolled the rubber over his cock. When he looked up, Melody was watching him, lip tucked bruisingly between her teeth. He pulled himself toward her as she laid back against the pillows and let her lean up to kiss him, almost delicately this time.

“Why do you seem nervous?” Melody asked. She tucked Harry’s hair behind his ears. It had been tickling her neck.

“Wha’?” Harry frowned, licking his lips. He could taste her there.

“Yeah, Mister ‘I’ve been with enough women to know they all like it differently.’” She settled her hands at his shoulders. “You don’t look so confident.”

Harry shook his head, but he stiffened as Melody’s thighs brushed against his hips. She pulled her lip between her teeth again and raised an eyebrow.

“What, you’re scared because I’m not a stranger? Think you’re gonna end up with feelings, or something?” She smiled teasingly up at him.

That was part of it, he knew. This type of thing was a first for him. But there was more to it than that. He found that he was scared to disappoint Melody. He wanted to live up to any of her expectations. He had never felt so much self-doubt.

“Don’ think ‘ve ever done this position b’fore,” was what he muttered, however, blinking down at her.

She scoffed and then looked at him skeptically. “You’re serious?”

“Completely.”

Melody hummed thoughtfully. She placed a hand to his cheek, thumbing over his bottom lip. “You’ll figure it out.”

Harry bit crudely at the pad of her thumb and took a deep breath, reaching down to rub his cock over her entrance. She tried to relax as he slid into her, slowly, deliberately. He watched her face contort beneath him, her teeth gnawing at her lower lip. He settled his knees into the mattress, pressing forward until he rested flush against her.

“Jesus Christ,” he grumbled, lifting his hand to dig his forearm into the pillow beside her head. She was just as warm and snug as he remembered, and she felt slippery around him.

Melody slipped her arms around his sides, her hands pulling against his lower back. Harry could see the cross of his necklace glittering at the base of her throat.

“Harry, move,” she pleaded in a whisper.

He clenched his jaw and shifted, lifting his hips to thrust back into her. He relished the way she opened up for him, the way her thighs cushioned his hips, how she curled her fingers against his skin. She had barely let out a grating breath before she was leaning up to connect their mouths again. Harry closed his lips over Melody's as he rocked into her. One of his hands slipped down the mattress to pull at her thigh, guiding it up his hip.

"Oh my—" Melody dug her fingers into Harry's back as he found his rhythm and slammed into her. She met his thrusts, tipping her head to the side when Harry dipped his face into her shoulder. His breath came in hot huffs. Melody bit back a short moan as he teethed at the skin just below her earlobe.

“Gonna need a li’l more than tha’,” Harry mumbled, shifting his knees up the mattress and driving harder into her. The hand beside her tangled into the hair at the top of her head, pulling until she bared more of her neck to him. He could feel her nails biting at the skin of his back, her fingers clawing their way up his spine, but she was silent, save for a shocked breath. “Wanna hear yeh. Tell me how it feels.”

Melody finally moaned as he sucked below her jaw sharply. He felt her pulling against his hold on her hair. Her hands raised to the nape of his neck, threading into his own hair.

“Want me t’talk instead?” he asked, ignoring the tugs on his hair as she tried to move him from her neck. He liked it here, where he could smell traces of her perfume, where he could feel her pulse under his tongue. “Got a warm cunt. Warm and tight. Fuckin’ squeezin’ me—Christ!”

Melody gasped and yanked at Harry’s hair, jerking beneath him. She had clenched around him, so suddenly that his rhythm had been thrown off. He took a moment to correct it and then rammed into her, shifting his hand up her thigh until he could grab at the flesh of her ass.

“Like it when I talk?”

"Yes." Harry barely heard her as Melody pulled at his hair again with one hand, untangling the other to reach up and loosen his grip on her own hair. He let her fingers manipulate his until she was free enough to turn her head and chase his lips.

Melody licked into Harry’s mouth. She almost cried out at the sharp smack of his hips against hers, at the depth and force behind his thrusts. She was close already. Her thighs were beginning to shake.

Harry had never kissed anyone this much during sex. In fact, he rarely kissed at all during sex. He also lasted much longer than this, but Melody was so close and warm and breathless, and the way she was whimpering into his mouth was driving him fucking crazy. He felt himself stutter into her and then broke the kiss, lifting himself up a few inches.

“Need t’watch yeh,” he said with a swift shake of his head when she tried to pull him back. His hand slipped around her hip, across her stomach, and to her clit. He thumbed tough circles there and grunted when her thighs closed around his hips.

“Oh my God, fuck, Harry,” she mewled.

Harry let her pull him in for a very brief kiss before he settled his forehead against hers. Her chest lifted toward him and he slipped his free hand beneath her.

“Tha’s it,” he praised as she moaned again and jerked against his quick fingers. His hips struggled to keep rhythm as her hands lowered to his back once again. She seemed to close around his body, to hang off of him. It was all too much as he sank back into her. “C’mon, Mel,” he begged, choking on his own breath when she clenched around his cock. “Come fo’ me, c’mon.”

Harry held her as she shook beneath him, arching off the bed. She clung to him and moaned into his mouth as he caved and kissed her. His own orgasm hit him swiftly, jarringly. He ground into Melody as he spilled into the condom, and couldn’t think or breathe until he had finished.

Melody wrapped her legs around Harry’s hips as he settled on top of her. She could still feel him deep inside her, could feel every minute movement of him. Each staggering shift of his hips made her clutch at his back until he finally stilled and tucked his face back into her neck, his breaths labored.

Melody flattened her palms against the expanse of his back and turned her cheek into the sweaty tangles of his hair. Even now, he smelled like Harry—maybe even more so. The weight of him on top of her made it a bit difficult for her to catch her breath, but she found that she didn’t mind.

“Are you gonna stay the night?” she whispered after a few moments of silence.

Harry blinked tiredly. He had already begun to drift off somehow. Melody’s fingernails trailed lazily over his back and he shivered on top of her before lifting his head.

“Oh, uh, I was—”

“I want you to stay but it’s up to you,” she said.

Harry felt a strange ripple in his gut as he pressed a quick kiss to her bright lips and pulled out of her, leaning back on his knees. She looked gorgeous stretched out on the sheets, her hair knotted messily on the pillow around her head. He squeezed affectionately at her knee as her feet fell to the mattress.

“I’ll stay ‘f yeh want, yeah. Where’s your bathroom?”

“Across the living room, next to Bea’s room,” Melody said, lifting herself onto her elbows. She swung her feet over the side of the bed as he stood and trailed from the room. She had planned to pull her underwear back on, but heat rose in her cheeks as she realized they were still laying on the kitchen floor. Quickly, she padded into the kitchen to retrieve them and slip them up her legs before returning to her bed, where she slid beneath the covers.

It took a long while for Harry to return from the bathroom, mostly because he was staring at himself in the mirror, trying to mentally recooperate. When he was back in the bedroom, he pulled his boxers on and climbed gingerly into the bed beside Melody. He thought she might have fallen asleep already, but she turned over to face him as he settled the sheets over his waist.

“How do you feel?” she asked quietly.

Harry twisted his neck to look at her. She had combed her fingers through her hair and tamed it into near order. It almost glowed in the moonlight. For once, he didn’t hesitate to reach out and thread his fingers into the locks.

“Wha’ d’yeh mean?”

Melody’s heavy eyelids fluttered as the pads of Harry’s fingers rubbed at her scalp. She scooted closer to him, letting her hand ghost along the side of his stomach.

“I mean, this is all new to you, right? You’ve never had anything serious with anyone—”

“Who said this was serious?” he asked, raising a challenging eyebrow. His lips were quirked just slightly. Beneath the look of calm, however, his stomach was churning uncomfortably.

Melody hummed. “Well, you did say yes to dinner even though I specified it as a date. You’re also spending the night.”

“Oh, righ’. I can leave, then.” Harry feigned sitting up and chuckled softly as Melody clutched at him. He laid back and yawned.

“Goodnight, Harry,” Melody said, letting her eyes fall closed when she was assured that he wouldn’t leave.

Harry unknitted his fingers from her hair and brushed a strand from her cheek. He leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. Her fingers squeezed at his side.

“Goodnight, Mel.”

Chapter 15

#harry styles #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fan fiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fan fic #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles angst #harry styles brutality

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loarlovestv-blog · 7 years ago

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Day 3 – “You’re drunk."

A/N: tw for internalized transphobia and mention of dysphoria. Also friendly reminder English is my second language ;) "We need to talk." The last thing Maggie expected to find when coming home was her girlfriend looking grave sitting on the couch and uttering those words while she barely was through the door. She imediately braced herself for what was to come; she had heard those words numerous times before and it rarely ended well. "Oookay... Wait, are you drunk?" Maggie noticed now the half empty bottle of scotch on the table, the bloodshot eyes and the slight swaying of her body. "Pleaaase, it's important Maggiiiie." She whined, slurring her words. Yep, definitively intoxicated. "You're drunk, Alex. I think that whatever it is, it can wait tomorrow when you'll be sober." She crossed her arms and arched an eyebrow. "No, it can't. I c-can't talk about it sober. Pleaaase, Maggie. I need to tell you know before I chicken out." Seeing Alex so distressed, Maggie couldn't help but soften slightly. "Okay, I'm listening." She sit on the couch beside her girlfriend. But Alex was staying silent, head down, worrying her lips and playing with her fingers. "Hey sweetie, look at me. It's okay. It's okay. Whatever it is, it will be okay." She reached a hand to her shoulder and gently stroked it with her thumb. "No, no, Maggie, you can't tell me it'll be okay. Once you know... O-once you know... I'm scared, I'm so sc-scared, M-mags..." "Scared of what?" "T-that you won't want me anymore..." "Why? Why would I wouldn't want you, Alex? What's wrong?" She pointed at herself and then gestured wildly around. "Me. I'm wrong. I- i- I'm all wrong and you're a lesbian..." "What the fact that I'm a lesbian has to do with that?" Maggie asked, frowning. "Because you like girls, and I- I- I'm not..." She shook her head and let out a strangled sob. "I just hate it all, Maggie. I didn't realised before, but now it's all I can think about. All I can feel. Like- like my skin is wrong. Everything is wrong, but I don't know how to change it. Except now I know why. I finally got a word for it. But it doesn't match with your word. It doesn't go with lesbian. Because- because-..." "...You're not a girl." She finished for her. She nodded. "So what are you? A boy?" She shakes her head. "Something else then? You're nonbinary?" Alex nodded again and heaved a sigh, relieved that Maggie had somehow get what she meant from her incoherent rambling. "Oh sweetie. I'm not gonna leave you for that." She cupped Alex's jaw with her palm. "You hear me, babe? It's okay you're enby; I still love you whatever your gender is." She opened her arms and Alex immediately snuggled into her side, burried her face into her shoulder and let heart-breaking, relieved sobs. Maggie rocked her gently, soothingly. "Shh, baby, it's okay." Alex gripped a fistful of Maggie's t-shirt. "You know, technically I identify as queer. I like girls, yes, but I'm quite flexible. I mean, I've dated aliens, so I should be, right? Anyway, I fell in love with you, not your gender, okay?" They stayed there, sitting on the couch, Alex slowly relaxing in her girlfriend's warm embrace, and finally, when she was calm enough, Maggie desentangled herself and sit up. "Okay, now you're gonna drink water and go to bed, and tomorrow we'll discuss this further, okay?" Alex nod and get up with the help of steadying hand from Maggie. "You're really okay with me being nonbinary?" Alex asked, almost timidly. "Yes, Al, I am. I'm totally, one hundred percent okay with it. Now go to bed." "I love you." "I love you too, so much. And I'm so proud of you Ally."

#sanversweek #sanvers week #day 3 #you're drunk #nb!alex #coming out #my fic

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serpentariusart · 7 years ago

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I haven’t shared a lore story before, so why not now? I’m just gonna share a little snippet, but I might start doing somewhat-regular updates on my entire overarching story, if that tickles anyone’s fancy.

To start it off, we’re getting right into the heavy stuff: why my clan moved to light. It does contain blood and violence, you have been warned. But without further ado, let us begin!

It had been bound to happen. They all knew the day would come. The chains were getting rusty. Watchstone had lead his four brothers, thinking it would be fun to go poke at Stellor. The foolishness of adolescence.

Watchstone stood outside the great door, looking at the chains. He gave them a rattle, but they were locked firmly, with some sort of binding spell.

“Zachary, do something. You’re good with magic.” He drawled, beckoning one of his brothers forward. Zachary nodded, and stroked the chains, muttering under his breath. Queen was hopping from foot to foot, mane bristled.

“Guys, this isn’t a good idea. You know what they say about him. We need to leave him alone.” He pleaded. The others rolled their eyes, and Sweeptail walked up to Queen, leering at him.

“Of course Queen chickens out. He wants to be a girl so bad, he doesn’t just dress like them, he acts like them now too!” He barked. Zachary and Watchstone laughed, and Queen scowled.

“Oh shut up Sweeptail, I don’t want to be a girl. I just like dressing up as one.” He mumbled. Sweeptail shrugged, attention already drifting away from Queen.

“What’s the difference?” He said, as if that summed it up perfectly. Queen was about to retort, when Zachary let out a cry of joy.

“I did it, the chains have fallen away! Come on brothers, time to see if this Stellor is actually real, or just a children’s tale designed to scare the clan from coming down here.” He said. Watchstone grinned, rubbing his paws together. He, Zachary and Sweeptail stood against the door, and pushed it open, with all their might. The door groaned and creaked, shuddering open slowly. Inside the room was naught but darkness. Watchstone grinned, and turned to face Queen, who had not moved a step forward since.

“Come on brother, stop being such a girl and come in with us.” He hissed. Queen shook his head, scowling.

“No, screw you. You’re mad, all three of you. I won’t have any sympathy for you if you get hurt.” He snapped. Watchstone laughed, but he was not the only one. A deep rumbling came from inside the room, before silence fell again. All four brothers looked into room, even the older three suddenly becoming less sure. The silence was broken was the sound of slithering chains, grating against the floor and each other. And it was silent again. Sweeptail snorted, and bumped his shoulder against Zachary.

“Come on you two. Stop being chickens. Let’s see this myth for real.” He said with a laugh. The other two nodded, and Queen watched hopelessly as they slowly walked in. He could hear them murmuring softly. He walked up to the door, but didn’t care to enter.

“Who do we have here… guests?” Asked a voice. It was cracked and broken, deep and menacing, and tinged with a note of madness. “I have not seen your faces before, but you all look familiar. Who’s children are you?” He asked. The three brothers strained their eyes in the darkness, but they couldn’t see a thing. Zachary clicked his fingers, and a small light hovered above his paw. And then, all four brothers saw Him. He was covered in scars, some more recent than others. The brothers noted with horror that some were still bleeding. He was held in place with numerous chains. They were cuffed around his ankles and wrists, and pulled tight as they buried deep into the rock There was a muzzle around his mouth, but it didn’t seem to inhibit his speech so terribly. His eyes were small and dark, they seemed to dark to be Shadow eyes. His wings were tattered, his mane hung limp, his whiskers were torn off at the base.

“Who’s children are you?” He asked again, eyes narrowed. Watchstone averted his gaze, and Zachary hung his head, but Sweeptail puffed out his chest.

“Aura and Aiko are our parents. What’s it to you? And what did you do that was so bad they locked you away? What did you do to deserve this treatment?” He demanded. Stellor giggled, a high pitch wheeze more than a laugh, and swung his head down to the brothers as best he could.

“Oh really now? I suppose I see it. Go on, take off my muzzle and I will tell you. It is hard for me to talk for long while wearing this.” He said, ears dropping and eyes growing sad. Sweeptail flinched, he wasn’t keen on that idea. Watchstone stepped forwards, and started to fiddle with the buckles around Stellor’s head.

“Ok, but like… don’t eat us or anything. We’re just here for answers.” He growled. Stellor giggled again, tongue snaking out to lick his nose.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He purred. Queen was getting more agitated now, and was about ready to run in there and pull his brothers out himself.

“Watch, you’re being a fuckhead. Step away from him, pleaaase? You know this is wrong, you have heard about the things he has done.” He begged. Zachary looked at Queen and shrugged.

“Not very accurate when you only hear one side of the story.” He drawled. Queen sighed, exasperated, and nervously plucked at his mane.

“It’s not that simple, you know it.” He said, but he couldn’t think of much more to say. Watchstone then stepped back, the muzzle dropping to the ground. Stellor reared his head back, and looked at the brothers with a mad smile.

“Thankyou! You have been ever so helpful.” He hissed. He opened his mouth, further open than should have been possible. The brothers did not believe what they saw. A black shadow was bulging at the back of his throat. It wriggled and squirmed, before pulling free, and creeping along Stellor’s neck down to his body. It broke into four, and settled around his feet, melting the metal cuffs. The brothers staggered back. They realised now their mistake. Stellor flexed his legs, and shook away the chains that pinned his wings. He looked at the brothers, and now they could see the mad glint in his eye that he had been repressing.

“Four little foolish imperial boys. That’s four heads to start off my collection.” He said, before screaming loudly, a hint of laughter buried in there somewhere. And with that he leapt forwards, and slammed into Sweeptail. He tore off his head as if it were a berry in a bush, blood erupting everywhere. The others screamed, and attempted to run away, but Stellor had grabbed Zachary and Watchstone before they could do a thing. Queen didn’t stick around. He ran as fast as he could, screaming for help. His cries failed to drown out the sounds of his brothers screaming as their limbs were torn apart. Queen raced up the staircase, faster than he thought he could ever run. As he ascended higher, dragons blocked his path, although not intentionally. He bowled them over, not bothering to apologise as he was still screaming for help. He burst through onto the ground level, and ran up to the council room. He barreled through the doors. He knew the council were having a meeting, it’s why his brothers had chosen to go down when they did. The council would be too distracted to check on them. The council jumped to their feet as Queen raced in, panting.

“Queen? What is the meaning of this? Aura boomed. Queen shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut to try and stop the tears.

“Stellor killed them! He killed Sweeptail and Zach and Watch, he tore them apart!” He shouted. The council took a moment to register what he was saying, but the shock was quick to show on their faces.

“What were you doing down there? How did he escape his bonds?” Astrid demanded. Queen gulped.

“They wanted to see if Stellor was real, and he was of course. Stellor convinced Watchstone to take off the muzzle and then there was this black ooze that melted his cuffs and then he screamed and then he tore off Sweeptail’s head. I ran and didn’t see him kill Zach and Watch but I heard it please just believe me just make him stop!” He blurted. Ara shot forwards, and grabbed Queen’s face, pulling his head down to look him in the eyes. She stared at him for a moment, before nodding.

“We need to evacuate everyone. The whole clan needs to get out of here, now. I don’t know if the legends of Emperors are true or not but I’m not sticking around to find out. He should still be magically tethered but who knows what power killing other imperials has granted him. Come on, we need to go. Now!” She barked. The other council members nodded gravely, and rushed through the door. Ara looked at Queen and shook her head.

“You will explain this later, given that we all manage to escape with out lives.”

#gore #violence #cursing #fr #lore #shade #blood #Stellor kinda mad #maybe not kinda #maybe more like very

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impala1967dwinchester · 4 years ago

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Ouuuuh I'm sooo happy that you write for Jensen!!! Can I pleaaase request a one shot of Jensen x wife reader in which she collapses because she's been exhausted taking care of the kids and he feels guilty that he didn't notice and he's determined to help more ?? I'm so sorry if this sound dumb. No pressure if you don't wanna write it.

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"Kids I need you two to sit in the living room while mommy cleans the kitchen." I heard Y/n say from my upstairs office. I was currently working on my second album for Radio company. I had been up here for the past couple of days. Once or twice a day I'd hear Y/n get louder than normal, saying something to the twins about how they needed to stop fighting with each other. Our twins, Ada and Jay. A boy and girl. They were bundles of energy, they run up and down the halls. There little feet leaving loud echos around our home. "Yes, mommy will turn on Disney. You want to watch frozen two again?" I heard Y/n say. This was the first time that it sounded like the two littles had agreed on something. A moment later I heard the soft intro music of frozen two. I smiled and continued to work on the new lyrics for our second album. We had promised our fans that the album would be out relatively soon. By soon I mean within a month's time. I needed a break, I wasn't able to get anything done on an empty stomach. So I made my way down our elegant stairs. I saw the littles entranced by the tv, they didn't even notice me come down the stairs. I let them be through thinking about how long it had taken for Y/n to get them to calm down. Mostly how much it had taken Y/n to get them to be quiet. I shuffled my way into the kitchen,, passing behind Y/n as she cleaned a day's worth of dishes. I wrapped my hands around her mid-section, whispering in her ear, "Hey my love." She leaned into my touch and took a rather deep breath closing her eyes. "Hey honey, what are you doing down here? I thought you had your album to work on." She said trying to unscrew one of Ada's sippy cups. I took the cup out of her hands and unscrewed the top with ease. "I needed some food in my belly. Looks like you've got those kids preoccupied."I said release her from my hug and slipping a look into the fridge. "Yeah I do, they've got me going in circles." She said finishing up by putting the cleanish dishes into the dishwasher. She turned to face me, motioning me to grab her water bottle from the fridge. "I can see that, but hey remember you've got it. If you need anything come get me okay." I said giving her a chat kiss and walking back through the kitchen up the stairs. I heard the music for the ending of frozen two come and go, but I could smell the start of dinner. I was done with working on the new album, so I changed into some more comfy pants, and went downstairs. The twins were asleep on the large couch in our living room. Y/n was humming to a song in her head, I stood there and watched her. She danced around, cutting up peppers and messing with the oven for chicken. She turned around and let out a loud shriek, "Jensen, you scared me!" She said with a huff. "You should be more careful, hell I could have thrown this knife at you." She said setting the knife down. While I was staring at my beautiful wife I noticed a few things. Her skin seemed dull, I could see the bags under her eyes, her dancing wasn't a full-motion like it usually is. She stops and takes deeper breaths. "Are you feeling okay?" I asked her out randomly. Giving me an odd look, a raised eyebrow. "Yeah, I'm feeling fine. Why?" Y/n asked me. "I was just wondering, that's all baby," I said kissing her cheek. "I'm going to wake up the twins okay, if not they'll be up till five in the morning," I said, smacking her ass playful. The roll of Y/n eyes was the last thing I saw before I made my way into the living room. "Ada, Jay. It's time to wake up." I said softly, Ada stirred in her sleep and Jay didn't even move. Ada slept like my wife does. Very softly, now on the other hand Jay sleep like a rock like his father. "Ada, it's time to get up. Mommy is making dinner, you want dinner?' i said coaxing her to wake up. Jay still laid asleep, Ada's eyes fluttered open, "Dada!" "Hey baby girl, did you sleep good?" I asked her, hugging her. She wrapped her small arms around my neck and looked at me with a wide smile, "Yes I sep good." She said, she giggled. A giggled much

too Y/n's. "Do you want to help me get your brother up?" I asked Ada. "Do we have to wake him up." She said a frown replacing her smile. "Yes, I'm afraid we have to," I said smiling. "Fine Daddy."She said unwrapping her arms from my neck and climbing next to her brother, she patted his shoulder. "Jay, brotha daddy says you gotta wake up now." She said going from patting his shoulder to poking his side. "JAY! WAKE UP!" Ada screamed at the top of her, "Hey, hey there's no need to scream at him, baby." I said interru[ting her screaming session. "Here let daddy show you how to wake him up," I said with raised eyebrows. "Jay, mommy says you'll get dessert if you wake up and eat all your dinner," I said rubbing small circles into Jay's back. He opened his eyes and looked back and his sister and me. His eyes reminded me of his mother's Y/E/C eyes. Ada's eyes were the color of him, dark forest green, and when we went outside to play or to the beach, Ada's eyes turned to a light green something resembling an emerald. All of a sudden my thoughts were interrupted when I heard the crash of something from in the kitchen. I rushed to go see, worried about Y/n. When I rushed in she was collapsed on the floor. "Y/n, honey," I said walking over to her. "Y/n... Y/n are you okay?" I questioned. "Mommy?" I heard Ada and Jay say at the same time. I needed to make a quick decision. So I called Jared. Telling him that Y/n had collapsed on the floor. Moments later I heard the door open and shut. "unc Jar." I heard Jay say, then I heard the click on heels behind him he had brought Gen with him. "Jared let me take the kids, you go help Jensen and get Y/n some washcloths a glass of cold water. Okay," Gene said. "Hey, Auntie." Heard Ada say. "Come on kiddos let's go get some stuff from y'alls bedroom." I heard. Trying to keep Y/n's head elevated. "Hey, Jensen, What happened?" He asked. "I don't know Jar, One minute she was fine and she was cooking dinner, and next I heard a crash while getting Ada and Jay up." "Jensen just breathe." He said, " How can I relax Jared, my wife.. my wife is lying unconscious on the kitchen floor. And I don't know how to help her." I said running a hand down my face. "Jensen. Stop take a breath. Got get some washes clothes to get them cold as you get them. And come back here, okay." he said patting my shoulder. I ran up the stairs passing the twins' rooms, gene gave me a sympathetic smile and was packing the twins' bags. It's a good idea take the kids to your house for a moment. I ran into our closet grabbing far too many, running back down the stairs. Missing a few at the bottom almost tripping over my large stature. "Get them wet we're going to put some on her forehead, neck, and wrist. Get that glass of water too." Jared said. Eventually, after Gene had taken the kiddos to their home, Jared and I moved Y/n to the couch. She started to wake up, her eye fluttering open. It was more than too nice to see her Y/E/C. Jared excused himself telling me that they would keep the kids for the rest of the night. "We'll keep the kiddos, give Ada, Jay, Shep, and Odette a surprise a sleepover," he said patting my shoulder then left. We sat in silence for a moment. "Wait?" Y/n said first. "I asked if you were okay," I said. "Yeah you did and I wasn't lying." She said, "So, why did this happen then, Y/n?" I questioned her. Again we sat in silence, "Because Jensen, I feel like I'm doing this all by myself, you're so sucked into finishing the damn album you've left your wife, your wife to deal with two toddlers." She said arguing with me. She took the washcloths off her forehead and wrists throwing them onto the coffee table. I hadn't realized how much weight I had put on her shoulders. I guess I kind of just expected that she could take it. "I... I guess I didn't realize that I was doing that." I said. "No, you didn't. You know what just forget it, okay Jensen. I need to finish dinner and then get Ada and Jay from Gene." She said. Truing to get up, but ending up bouncing back onto the couch. "No,

look. I know that I was forgetting about things. And forgetting that you can't take this all by yourself. Yes, you're my wife and you mean the world to me. You don't realize the amount of panic that went through me when I heard that crash. I understand now.' I said The tears starting to come out. 'You don't know what I would do without you. I wouldn't know what to do without my wife, my beautiful, strong, amazing wife. I'm sorry I fucked up. Please, Let me fix it." I said begging with my wife now. She stared at me, reaching her hand over to my face wiping the stray tears that had fallen while I was talking away. "Okay, I guess we both fucked up. I didn't say anything to you, and you wouldn't have been able to know." She said scouting closer to me, her hands staying on my cheek. With her warm hand still on my cheek, I leaned into the touch. "I'll finish dinner, you, Y/n you relax please." I said pleading. She shook her head, "How about we do it together." Y/n offered I smiled and grabbed her hand bringing her up from the couch. "I like that idea," I said. Going in for a much-needed kiss. She meddled into it. "We can take advantage of the littles being at Gene, and Jared." She whispered against my lips. "Naughty," I whispered back. "Dinner first though," I said stripping the moment of its erotic nature. "Okay, baby But you've got dish duty for a while," Y/n said her hand sliding up and down my chest.

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