#so I gather all my strength and get to the kitchen only to find out that there's no more chicken

[murobrown]

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[merlinssassybeard]

'Ex' Husband Gojo

Tags- fem reader x Gojo, swearing, angst.

Synopsis: The reader had a miscarriage and her husband wasn't there with her to give her support and now she's mentally shaken. Y/n decides to divorce him and but things take a way different turn...

Gojo and reader are married for 4 yrs and love each other profoundly but a terrible accident happened with reader and caused reader a miscarriage and was going through a very bad time. Reader wanted Gojo there to help mentally and emotionally but he was busy with curses...

"Satoru", you began with a shaky voice.

Your husband Satoru Gojo had all your attention the moment you said his name.

You had called up Satoru to the Tokyo estate, your marital home, for 'an important emergency talk'. These words were enough for Gojo to run from his busy packed schedules to run home to check up on you.

"Hmm?", Satoru hummed indicating you he's all ears. Both seated opposite to each other in the kitchen.

"Satoru, i-", you hesitated but continued, " Satoru, i want divorce...."

At first, he was unresponsive, still processing whether the words he heard were real or some weak residual cursed technique from cursed spirits left on him considering he came right after finishing a mission.

"Divorce?" Satoru came to his senses, "is this... some sort of.. joke my love MRS y/n? Cus' I'm really not liking it!", he tried to laugh it off.

But this wasn't a joke.

Not for you.

You're done.

Done giving him all of everything you have and receiving none.

You had your head slightly bowed down, unable to summon the energy, the strength to look right into his eyes. "This is not a joke, Satoru Gojo.", "i cannot live like this anymore".

Satoru knew it was indeed serious by the tone of it so he's demeanor changed as well.

"Why is it so y/n?", he mumbled in his soft husky voice while extending his hand towards yours to hold. "Is it something i did? You know you can tell me. I told you beforehand marrying me wasn't going to be easy, you remember?"

Yes he is right. He did told you a bazillion times when you nagged him for marriage anytime and everytime you saw him breathing around you. He had told you enough times that being his wife and also in a conservative society isn't going to be a cakewalk. 'Once married, there is no way out of the marital bond since its a holy bond, blessed by the heavens themselves' or as they said, but you didn't care, at that time.

"Reasons don't matter.", you flinched your hands away from his approach and passed the envelope with the papers and got up. "You'll find my signatures in there. Please be civil. Don't want any drama."

Satoru didn't knew what to say since he didn't even expected such a devastating and mind boggling news either. He had just finished his mission overseas and had taken only an hour of rest before being assigned another 'clean up' duty (messed/botched mission by another sorcerer) and in the middle of it he gets your call for an emergency meet up at the house.

He has been working all around the clock and came home to see you, hoping to receive kisses or you expecting souvenirs, which he had plenty just for you. But instead he got this ..... a farewell?

Gojo stayed seated there, watching you leave the kitchen to the room. He stayed seated there for a moment wondering what did he do, where did he go wrong, did he go wrong? Are you alright? Is this a cry for help? Is everything okay with you?

He wanted to check up on you so he got up to head towards the bedroom where you were but stopped dead in his tracks when it hit him, the reason....

"Y/n", you heard the door slide open and Gojo calling your name.

He opened the door and saw you were.... packing? God, you're really not joking.

"Yes?", you gathered the strength to look up at him for the first time in months! Due to his 'business trips' and you swear to god you would have fell down crying as your knees went weak.

"Is it...", he stumbled to say further but he knew he had to confront you with this, "is it because of that thing we talked about? On the phone?"

You knew you will burst out crying in front of him if he talked any further and because of that you couldn't speak either, holding tight onto lips to avoid the tears.

"Uh huh mmmhh mmmhh" you nodded and tried to avoid eye contact.

Oh no! Satoru knew he messed up. But he couldn't just let you... leave!? How could he? He knows and you too, that you are the only person who makes him vulnerable to the point he acts like child, only with you. You are the only one who actually makes him happy and content with his life in this miserable shite world. No words describe your and his relationship. So just how could he just let you leave?

"Y/n. I get it. You want kids." He mumbles, "then we'll have kids! Okay?" He declared.

You looked at him, and when he said that he looked as if he's been held under gun point, reluctant, yet... determined?

No! Yes, you do want children but the role of a father cannot be forced upon a man! That way the child will only be a 'burden' rather than a child born out of love and acceptance.

"No need." You announced and turned your back to him and started putting your clothes in the bag. "My mind can't be changed"

Gojo was left puzzled. He is ready to give you what you had been asking the day you both got married, what his and your parents wanted and the entirety of the Jujutsu Society had a keen eye on.

"I can't let you leave y/n like this", he said not knowing what to do either.

"Okay, I'll put on some fresh clothes.", you replied unbothered.

"No y/n i I told you once you're married you can't!", Satoru tried to come up with some reasoning.

"How the FUCK i cannot?" You yelled right onto his face, throwing the dress in your hand on the floor, annoyed at everything and anything.

"You just CAN'T!", Satoru tried to hold his sanity together.

"I AM FUCKING LEAVING! Divorce or NOT!", You snapped at him and went to pick the dress up and put it in the bag.

"Listen y/n, we can't go with divorce, it'll cause a lot of talk in the family and there's more but we just can't...", he tried to reason with you calmly but you were not in the mood.

"Why do you suddenly want me in your life when from the past fucking 4 years all you have done is being out on your trips?" You sneered and mocked, "Announcing we're going to have kids! Wow! That's not how it works Satoru!"

Satoru now lost it.

"Then what IS IT YOU WANT!? Haven't i given enough? You wanted this marriage! Not me! But i went for it because it was you! Went against my family for you and kept you away from them but what do you care" (your in-laws are toxic and would love to dance over your grave)

"Thats because i refuse to be your whore! You called me up whenever you felt like it. Might as well be your wife rather than just be some whore you sleep with on friday nights."

You recognized what you just babbled out and its disgusting. Your hands involuntarily moved and covered your mouth. You couldn't ever fathom the words you puked.

It is NOT like that! Not at all! You love Satoru, you Have been for a long time! And to have him as your husband is a dream come true! But how could say such lowly things.

Satoru just stood there. It was like one explosion after the other. So that is it? You came to him... for looks? For money? For sex? Goddammit! Satoru wanted to laugh because women of his family warned him not to marry some average human girl, saying further that you'll rob him of his money one day. But he didn't and just stood there watching the horror in your eyes unfold.

Satoru saw you as the only person in his life that made him actually understand the definition of love. Especially someone human, a non sorcerer like you. Thought of you made him content and calm, knowing he has someone waiting for him...... but not anymore.

He rubbed his temple as he'd been without an eye covering this whole time and his head ached a little with all this drama unfolding. He smiled through and looked at you, "that's what you think of me y/n?"

"No-no Satoru! Thats not what meant! Ugh! I don't want the divorce anymore!-"

He interrupted, "ah its okay, totally okay. I'll sign em."

Gojo was awfully calm and collected and you knew that when he's like this he would explode like a volcano if irked.

"No i will not let you!" You screamed and pushed him and ran out of the room in a frenzy to retrieve the divorce papers and tore the sections with your signature into tiny unrecognizable trash.

Satoru walked into the kitchen and just stood there. "You can have this house. I'll have Ijichi send down some papers later."

You eyes widened, "what..... papers?"

"Separation papers", he replied.

His gaze went around the house randomly and said, "since you don't wanna be a-" he stop and looks at you but continues.

"Since you do not wish to be a 'whore', you're free from me. I don't want chaos in both of our families so im suggesting separation. Yeah? Works in favor of both of us"

You were shook. You knew what you were doing when you brought the divorce papers but you didn't expected it to become so real.

"I'm leaving now. I'll send for my things so please don't throw my things just yet! Haha." Satoru was throwing jokes at a moment like this.

Damage has been done.

You ran out as soon as you saw him leave. You kept saying that its not what you meant and there's more to it and what not. But he just wore his blindfold and got into the car.

You saw him shut the door on your face and uttered his last words as your husband to you....

"Congratulations, Ms y/n. This'll be the last time you'll see me and when you think you're ready for divorce, lemme know!"

Part 2

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[honeipie]

Hi love! I love your works and writing style so-so much! May I please request Bakugou falling in love with a weak and sick fem!reader that is bound to hospital bed because of her disease (she can walk but she is too weak to do so). They could meet at the hospital while she still had strength to walk. Basically, he falls in love with her watching her wither away.My heart is craving angst and some soft Bakugou💔It's okay if you can't write it. Anyway, thank you!!! Sending you lots of love 🩷🩷

THE PROMISE

katsuki bakugo x fem!sickreader

synopsis: katsuki fell in love with you, but all good things must come to an end

author note: my first writing request i will treasure this forever!

cw: sick reader, the sickness is not specific, mentions of dying

“thank you for coming dynamite! the kids will be excited to see you here!” a woman in scrubs bowed in thanks, which katsuki only grunted at.

“don’t have to bow or anything, but you’re welcome” katsuki dipped his head a bit as a sign of respect. the woman held her clipboard with a smile.

“well aren’t you humble? come on now, the kids are right this way”

the nurse led him through a pair of doors that were decorated with stickers and kids names from top to bottom.

katsuki had decided that he would spend his volunteer days at the local hospital. it was either that or wearing a hairnet at the local soup kitchen. telling kids about some of his battles and even doing a damn craft if he had to.

now he had thought the doors were colorful, but the room was something else. children’s drawings were hung up all over the ceiling being held together by small clothespins and wire. there were shelves of toys and stuffed animals across just one wall, and a playmat for a safe area to have fun in.

though there were no kids on the playmat letting their imaginations run wild with dolls. neither were there at the easel’s painting a new picture to hang up.

they were all sitting at the table enthralled with something in front of them. katsuki was about to get their attention before he heard your voice.

“and then they came in contact with the evil king. he sat on top of his throne which towered above the hero and the princess”

“why’d he make his throne so high up?” one of the kids asked eyebrows scrunched together.

“because the king thought he was better than everyone. thought everyone was small compared to him, but that’s not the right mindset to have” the child nodded in understanding which allowed you to go on “then the king yelled out to the two-“ you looked up finally noticing the pro hero staring into your soul. your next words stopped in your throat at his presence.

blinking your eyes you gained your composure again sending the kids a smile “the king yelled out you’re gonna have to wait until next week to find out” all the the kids screamed ‘no!’ collectively, disappointed that their story time was being cut short. all you could do was laugh as they all gathered near your legs begging you to continue the story.

“i don’t think you’ll want to hear any more of the story when you see the special guest" all of the kids immediately turned around at your words now noticing the big pro hero that had been lingering behind them.

"dynamite!" they all screamed and went over to him as fast as they could. he was now being bombarded with questions and stories about himself.

"guys c'mon! let him breathe" you walked over giving him a smile "sorry, they're just really excited"

katsuki shook his head at your words "it's fine. better then damn villains attacking me-"

"he said a bad word! y/n he said a bad word!" the kids started feeding off of each other's energy until it turned into a full on shouting match.

"i heard it everyone don't worry, but dynamite is an adult so he's allowed to say the bad words" you gently tugged the kids away from dynamite so he could collect himself. some part in you hoped he had something planned, but he just seemed to stand there awkwardly. this was nothing like the hot-headed hero you saw on the television. he shifted his weight from one foot to the other looking at the kids, then up at you again. catching the memo you nodded.

"why don't we all introduce ourselves to dynamite, yeah? go find a seat and then we can start"

he watched as all of the kids followed your instructions without further push back. katsuki sent a subtle nod your way in which you returned "right this way dynamite"

you led him over to the chair you were sitting in "you can sit right here then we can go over names" katsuki sat down in the chair, but had to scoot up to the edge of it. between his hero suit and wide hips fitting in the chair simply wasn't going to happen.

for the next hour you directed as the kids introduced themselves and were able to ask the hero questions. katsuki answered most of the kids questions, well the one's that weren't 'do you have a girlfriend?' or 'why do you look mad all the time?'. your personal favorite being 'why do you sweat so much?'. as soon as it came out of the kid's mouth you burst out in laughter.

dynamite rolled his eyes not even looking at you "glad you found that funny"

"sorry! just- just wasn't expecting that"

by the time the last question was answered it was time for them to go back to their individual rooms "everybody say thank you to dynamite!"

"thank you dynamite!" they yelled out before filing out of the room one by one. there was a smile on your face as you turned to clean up but immediately jumped at the sight of the pro hero that was now particularly close to you.

"hi!" it came out in such a high pitch you had to clear your throat to make sure you were alright "thanks for spending time with the kids. they really enjoyed it i could tell"

"good"

his empty response only left you more confused. blinking away the confusion you put back on that polite smile of yours "well i'm just going to go clean" you stepped away from him walking over to the table. you had gotten the bright idea that each kid should make colorful nametags and give them to the pro hero.

"what was i doing wrong?" he asked quickly, but you still caught it.

"excuse me?"

"what was i doing wrong? cause some of the kids were looking at me like i was stupid when you walked in"

a smile crept onto your lips hearing his words. the katsuki bakugo asking for feedback.

"well i know you're a blunt man, so let me be blunt with you. when you walked in you kinda looked stupid. like you just got shocked by lightning and couldn't move. correct me if i'm wrong. that's probably because you don't have much experience with kids"

he scratched his chin a light stubble growing on his chin. he hasn't had much time to shave "i don't"

you could tell that there was more that he wanted to say, but couldn't bring himself to say it. taking one of the pencil boxes you slid it back into place "if you wanted to visit again. i could teach you some of the things i've learned along the years. i could take you on a walk around the hospital" his eyes stayed glues to the floor making you just a bit nervous "i didn't want to assume but the kids really had fun. plus i know they would love if you came back"

taking his fingers off of his chin he looked up. there was no way the paparazzi was catching him in a hairnet "okay, let’s go, show me around the hospital"

you raised your eyebrow at his swift demands and stepped aside to show him the mess on the table "i know you're some popular pro hero, but here? you're a volunteer. so what we're going to is clean this place up. then we'll see about that walk" you went over and gave him a pat on the shoulder "welcome to the team"

the next two months went by pretty quickly. he would come to hang out with the kids and you'd help him with how to interact with them and setting up activities. and after all the festivities were over you would take him on walks around the hospital.

this was the third month he had come, and you were showing him the gardens. the two of you had established your own kind of relationship with each other built on respect. he even let you call him bakugo now.

"sometimes i like to bring the kids out here and teach them all about the plants and how to garden. they don't like it because they're learning though. they like it because they're big dirtballs and love to play in the flowerbeds"

this made katsuki let out a stiff chuckle. he would take this to his grave, but he was genuinely enjoying the time that he volunteered here. his manager didn't have to threaten him with late night shifts just to blindly pick up volunteer hours anymore. there was some sort of fulfillment he got out of hearing the kids call "mr. dynamite" when they had a question. or when they laughed so hard their tiny stomach's hurt just because he called them "little brats". he watched as you went to sit down on a nearby bench going to make sure that the flowers next to them had been watered recently.

plus, he didn't mind spending alone time with you either.

he sat down next to you moving his focus over to your hands "you know a damn lot about this hospital. how long you been a volunteer?"

you stilled at his question, and he was one to notice details. you pulled your hands away from the flowers going to face him "i actually don't volunteer. i'm a patient" you didn't like people asking questions, so you prepared a speech every time someone asked "i don't know what illness i have. doctors have been running tests for years and they still can't seem to understand. at random times i'll just get things like flareups, or my body will become absolutely exhausted out of nowhere. there’s other symptoms too, but i don’t want to bore you with the details. they won't let me go because it's like every time i walk out of the walls of this hospital something bad happens and i need to go right back to bed rest"

katsuki did something that a lot of people who asked about your sickness didn't know how to do. he listened. he was attentive and never let his eyes leave your face as you explained.

"i've been in and out of here since i was a kid. that's why i know the hospital and the workers so well. that nurse that brought you in the first day? she was just my nurse years ago, but now she's head of the pediatric floor"

it was all coming together now. the way you showed him the most secluded hallways. how you knew what times they would be doing building wide activities. and he was finally making sense of your words that you had told him on his first day.

"you have to know the hospital to really understand the kids. i know it sounds stupid, but this is their home, and some people can't understand that. most of these kids spend more time in the hospital than they do in their own house. so know this hospital. have enough respect for them to at least try and understand what they're going through"

you had felt so deeply about this because you had gone through the same exact thing, and you weren't going to have someone mistreat these kids.

“cool”

your eyebrows raised at his response.

“cool? i just told you about my lifelong sickness and you’re gonna say cool?”

“well whaddya want me to say? you want me to treat you like a fucking dying plant?”

“no”

“then i’m going to say cool and we can move the hell on”

“wow! is the number two hero dynamite really being a sweetheart?”

with one hand he gave you a playful shove “fuck off” he mumbled taking that arm and letting it rest behind you on the bench “and call me katsuki”

as the months pass, katsuki grows more comfortable with the children, and with you. he decided that he should come more frequently. once every month turned into every two weeks. then those two weeks turning into one. the two of you never really defined the relationship. you didn’t need to. all that you needed to know was he cared for you, and you him.

it only took one week to change everything.

katsuki walked onto the children’s floor heading into the room. all of the kids were doing their centers, but you were nowhere to be found. he saw the nurse though, helping one of the children with a computer game. when he walked over he ruffled the hair on top of the kids head “sup brat. mrs. harada, ‘s y/n here?”

mrs. harada’s expression grew soft. she placed a hand on the child’s shoulder letting them know she’d be right back. gently she grabbed katsuki’s forearm and walked him to a corner of the room.

“y/n relapsed. it was a two days after you came to volunteer. she was fine, about to head out from cleaning then just collapsed”

katsuki felt his blood running cold. how the hell could this happen? he just saw you. you were just fine.

why didn’t you call him?

mrs. harada placed a gentle hand on his shoulder “i’m sorry. i know you two are close, and i'm sure you don’t know how to feel. i can tell you her room number so you can see her. i’ll step in for both of you today” she smiled writing it on a sticky note and handed it to him. he gave her a nod then went to storm out “bakugo” she called out to get his attention “i understand you might be feeling betrayed, and you’re allowed to feel that way, but y/n is feeling a lot at the moment. she finally thought she was getting better and- and here we are. so please go easy on her”

katsuki thanked her, then headed out the door.

he walked through the hospital on a mission. he didn't stop to greet anyone or take autographs. the only time that he stopped was when he saw your room number.

the door was cracked open, but he couldn't see you from the angle where he was.

it was strange.

katsuki has trained for more hours than he could count. he had been facing villain's since he was at least fourteen years old. he had been through a whole damn war for crying out loud. and yet, as he stood there he felt a weight he had never felt before.

you glanced up seeing katsuki walk through the door. your heart started beating faster as soon as you saw him. even if you tried to put up a facade about it, your heart monitor gave everything away.

“you found me”

“ ‘s not like you gave me any other choice”

you watched as he stood in the doorway. hand stuffed in the pockets of his sweats. you had recommended that he didn't wear his hero suit since it would probably get uncomfortable after a while.

"katsuki you can come in-"

"why didn't you tell me as soon as it happened?"

"it's complicated"

"then fucking explain it to me" he stared at you his face unmoving.

"fine" you sat up wincing slightly at the pain shooting up your spine. katsuki almost faltered seeing your face contort from the pain "I don't know why I didn't tell you okay? The thought crossed my mind about a thousand times, but I just couldn't do it" a shaky sigh left your body and you tried to fight back the tears "there's just a lot going on.. and- and-"

the door clicked softly behind him, but you hadn't noticed. katsuki had made his way next to your bed and was already climbing in beside you. the bed let out a groan because of the added weight. he wrapped one arm around you and wiped your tears with the other. his thumb had a rough texture from all the explosions they've let out throughout the years. but they were gentle for you, and only you.

"you don't gotta say anymore. i've got you"

you leaned onto his shoulder letting the dam of your emotions break onto him. tears ran down your face, but you let them flow this time.

so you cried, and you cried, and you cried and cried and cried.

and katsuki let you.

it had been a while before you could compose yourself again. the room was filled with comfortable silence and the occasional snuffle from you.

"do you feel better?" he asked turned his head to face you.

"yeah.. 'm sorry you had to deal with that"

"don't fuckin' apologize for crying"

you chuckled at his words going to grab a tissue to wipe any excess. he tilted his head some analyzing a spot on your face closely.

"you got somethin' right.. there" he swiped a piece of tissue that had gotten stuck on your face.

you faced him getting a better look from up close. blond hair stuffed under a black baseball cap. bags under his eyes from all of his night shifts.

katsuki couldn't handle you looking at him like that. eyes still puffy from crying. your tongue running over your lips.

fuck it.

katsuki's hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck. he pulled you close as gently as he could. your foreheads touched before anything else.

"you don't want to kiss me. my face is disgusting" you whispered making him laugh, genuinely laugh.

"i've seen some disgusting shit and this isn't one of them"

you smiled before closing the distance between the two of you. there was a nice contrast to the kiss. between the roughness of his palm on your neck and his soft lips pressed against yours.

you could stay this way forever.

katsuki sneakily moved his tongue over your lips and pulled away. he made a face shaking his head "salty as shit"

"shut up!" you pushed him playfully making the both of you fall into laughter.

you and katsuki went on like this for months. constant visits, playful kisses, and when he was tired from patrol, he'd even let you read to him until he fell asleep.

but with the good, also came the bad.

your body had been getting weaker throughout the months. it came to the point where you couldn't get out of the bed unless you had help. katsuki had offered to take you on walks by putting you in the wheelchair, but you always refused. that is until you got the news.

"kats" you said causing him to lift his head from your shoulder "i wanna go on a walk"

he was confused at first. the sudden request to do something that you never wanted to was strange. though he didn't ask any questions as he went to get your things set up.

katsuki wrapped his arms around your torso lifting you up to be placed in the wheelchair. he had studied how the nurses did this thousands of times. you were embarrassed that he had to do this for you, but he'd do them a million times over it if meant walking with you.

there were no questions asked on where you wanted to go, you both knew.

katsuki pulled your wheelchair right next to the bench, but ended up putting you in his lap. you leaned against his shoulder looking at the cherry blossoms.

"when i die-"

"y/n don't start with that shit. you're not gonna die. you're gonna come back from this"

your one hand weakly played with the hair on the back of his head "we all die kats. it's okay if i talk about it"

"yeah, but you're talking about dying soon"

with a sad look in your eyes you watched his eyes follow the falling blossoms.

"can you at least promise me something then?"

"yeah"

"when i die, take care of the kids for me. you're so good with them and i don't trust just anybody handling it up there"

katsuki's eyes stayed glued to the trees in front of him.

"I can do that"

"and also-"

"idiot you said one promise!"

"hey! i'm dying i can make as many promises as i want" you smiled weakly at your own joke, but he didn't think it was too funny.

"promise to take care of yourself"

you saw his throat bob up and down at your words.

"you take care of so many other people and don't make time for yourself. learn how to rest kats. i can't have you dying either okay?" you placed a soft kiss on his cheek for good measure "you promise?"

katsuki rubbed one of his hands up and down your arm. a slow, shuddering breath leaving his mouth.

"i promise"

knowing that he would be okay you could finally rest, forever.

[zorrasucia]

this is carmenberzattosgf on my main!

Biggest congrats on 300!! Can I request 28. “your cheeks are so red” and 31. “why are you squeezing your eyes shut?” for Carmy?

Hello, Olive! Thank you so much 💜😊

This is set in Carmy's pre New York era, whenever that is - the timeline is so confusing lmao I hope you like it!

"Shit," you mumbled to yourself, realizing that the zipper of your dress was stuck halfway and wouldn't budge.

Your makeup was done, your hair was down and semi presentable, your friends were already at the club a block away... And here you were, in the locker room of the restaurant, dress halfway down your shoulders because of a fucking zipper.

You covered yourself as much as you could and peeked inside the kitchen, maybe the hostess hadn't left yet... The only person still there was the new guy staging, Carmy, cleaning his station with laser focus. You inhaled deep and braced yourself for a little embarrassment.

"Uh, Carmy?"

He turned, blue eyes shining bright in the fluorescent lights.

"Chef?"

"Would you help me with my, uh, my zipper? Please."

"Sure thing," he said, diligent, following you to the locker room, drying his hands on a dish towel.

"Thank you," you turned around, gathering your hair out of the way. "I would have asked Angela but-"

"She left twenty minutes ago, I think," he said, his exhale hitting the back of your neck. "Night out?" he asked.

"Yeah, uh, it's my friend's birthday," you explained.

There was a tense silence as Carmy's fingers tugged carefully at the slider, then with a little more force.

"It's not, uh, working," he mumbled.  "I don't want to, like, break it."

"Maybe if you pull it down and then back up?" you offered.

"I can try," he said.

He tugged downwards twice and the zipper opened all the way down, near your tailbone. You heard a sharp intake of breath and realized he had probably gotten an eyeful of your black, lace panties and your matching bra. He recovered quickly and closed the dress all the way up with a little more strength and urgency than was necessary.

"There you go," his voice was choked.

You turned around to thank him and found him flushed to the tips of his ears.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to look-" he gestured vaguely at your body.

"It's fine. It wasn't on purpose," you appeased him. Still, you couldn't help but laugh a little. "Sorry, it's just that- Your cheeks are so red. Like you've never seen lingerie in your life," you smiled, hoping he'd join you and laugh a little but he stood awkwardly, avoiding your gaze.

Oh.

You knew he was a little younger than you but that still meant he was in his early twenties, good looking, and in the restaurant business... It would actually take dedication to not get some.

"I didn't mean to-" you started, unsure of what to say to make things lighter.

"I should get on with cleaning," he interrupted. "You look really nice," he added, something soft and adoring in his eyes.

Fuck.

"Thanks," you said, biting your lip.

You thought about the disappointing men you'd probably find at the club - not one of them would look at you like Carmy did just now.

You stopped him as he was about to leave.

"Carmy... Would you, uh, would you like to see it properly?" you offered, feeling lame and vulnerable at the same time. There was no cool and elegant way to say something like that.

"See what?" he tilted his head, genuinely confused.

"The, uh, lingerie... Would you like to see it properly?"

It was your turn to flush all the way down to your neck as he walked back to you.

"I- uh- I would. Yes," he mumbled.

"I'm gonna need help with the zipper again," you whispered.

He reached for it without you turning, strong arms rounding your frame and reaching behind you. He opened the dress and let go. You peeled the fabric slowly, staring at his face as more and more of your skin was bared.

"Fuck," he whispered.

You let the dress fall to the floor, his eyes caressed every inch of skin, lingering on your breasts and your hips, adorned in delicate lace.

You realized Carmy's hands were fidgeting with his apron.

"You can touch me," you said softly.

Slowly, he reached out, palms on your hips, then ghosting your sides, over your waist, and up your torso. You shivered at the sensation, his calloused hands careful on your skin. He cupped your breasts, a thumb over your nipple, and you hummed, squeezing your thighs, getting aroused. If the bulge underneath Carmy's apron was any indication, he was enjoying it too.

"Have you ever-?" you let the question float between you, Carmy's eyes wide with the implication.

"Uh, only hand stuff, you know?" he smiled shyly,  "We don't need to do anything," he added as an afterthought.

"Do you want to?" you emphasized.

"Yeah," he said, breathless.

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a bruising kiss.

Suddenly, his hands were all over you, squeezing your ass, bringing you closer. He kissed with the same intensity that he cooked: focused, every part of him engaged.

You untied his apron, palming his erection through his trousers.

"Shit," he hissed and cornered you towards the lockers. "Fuck, you okay?" he paused, the sound of metal crashing a little too loud.

You giggled, arching towards his body. "I'm okay. Kind of hot that you're so into it."

"Yeah?" Carmy smiled.

You nodded, kissing him again, feeling one of his hands leave your hip and move down your thigh and back up to cup your pussy. You moaned, the sensation of his fingers through the lace clouding your senses. You opened your legs wider, giving him access. He kissed the side of your neck eagerly. Your hands, that had been busy carding through his hair, went under his shirt, marveling at the firm muscle you found.

"Can I see?" you asked, voice low.

Carmy seemed confused but he obliged by removing his shirt and letting you look, your eyes lingering on his tattoos and the trail of hair that led to his belt. Your hands traced the lines of muscle. He seemed uneasy with the level of attention he was getting from you.

"You really don't know how attractive you are, huh?" you brought him back closer by the belt loops of his trousers.

"Dunno what you're talking about," he mumbled, more comfortable now that he could hide his face in the crook of your neck and his hand between your legs.

"Fuck," you exhaled, his middle finger landing exactly on your clit, the extra friction of the lace delicious and satisfying. "Right there."

Carmy kept rubbing, right hand on your pussy and left hand thumbing your nipple. Your moans started becoming louder, more needy.

"Sound so nice," he panted, forehead pressed to the side of your face.

"You make me sound like that," you praised, raking your nails through his hair. "Oh! Just like that."

"Mhmm."

His desperate exhales tickled your neck. It was intoxicating - him enjoying giving you pleasure so much. Before you knew it, you were right on the precipice, riding his hand eagerly, pulling his hair a little too hard, rolling your eyes.

"Fuck, Carmy," you whined, your pussy clenching around nothing. He looked at you, a proud expression adorning his face. You needed him.

You led him backwards, his legs hitting the bench between the lockers. With an extra push, he relented and sat down, that adoring look back in his eyes as he looked up at you. Without breaking eye contact, you shimmied out of your panties and straddled him. His hands caressed your waist as you unbuckled his belt; Carmy sighed with relief when his erection was finally free. You caressed his length and the head of his cock, soft, leaking with precum.

"Jesus Christ," he groaned.

You reached for your handbag, conveniently close to where you were sitting and took out a condom.

"Want me to put it on?" you offered gently. He nodded, hypnotized with the sight of your hands on his cock. He gulped when you shifted to hover above him. "Still want to?" you confirmed.

"Please, fuck," he grabbed at your back needily.

You guided him inside you, lowering inch by inch, feeling him stretch you in the most delicious way. You tilted your head to check in with him and found him with his eyes closed, frowning.

"Why are you squeezing your eyes shut?" you whispered, caressing the hair by his temples.

"Trying to make it last," Carmy replied, voice strained. "You feel fucking amazing."

You settled on his lap. "No pressure," you kissed the side of his face and caressed his shoulders, reassuring. "Wanna make your first time good."

"Already so fucking good, you have no idea..."

He exhaled through his nose, deep breaths as he squeezed your waist.

Finally, he opened his eyes, his pupils were blown and fixed on you.

"Alright?" you asked.

"Yeah. Fucking wreck me," he said with a smile.

"Yes, Chef," you smiled back and started riding him.

He followed your movements, pliant and eager as you set a pace. You held his face; he wasn't close enough to kiss but you caressed his lips with your thumb - he surprised you by sucking on it, drowning a groan as your pussy squeezed his cock. His hips snapped up, the head of his cock hitting your G spot.

"Fuck," you arched your neck, feeling him twitch inside you. "You gonna make me cum again, Carmy? You're gonna make me scream your name?"

His eyes widened. You didn't usually attempt dirty talk but you were past any sense of shame, and you were trying to give him the whole experience. At least that's how you rationalized it.

And it worked.

He doubled your rhythm, making it frantic, hitting just right in every thrust, panting desperately between your breasts.

"Oh my God," you moaned, worked up from your last orgasm, getting whiny and needy as he fucked into you. "Carmy, Carmy, Carmy."

You muffled a scream into the muscle between his neck and his shoulder, pussy throbbing as he chased his own pleasure. You pulled on his hair and kept him close, riding him on autopilot until he let out a primal groan, squeezing your waist even tighter. Somewhere in the back of your fuzzy, fucked out brain, you wondered if he was holding you hard enough to bruise. He exhaled, your hair all over his face.

"Fucking insane," he panted, arching his neck to kiss you sweetly.

When you finally met your friends at the club, they were several shots in, loud and carefree with alcohol. You were glad. None of them noticed your messed up hair and barely-there make up, or how you tugged nervously at your dress every few minutes, your soaked panties safe inside Carmy's pocket.

[pretty-batty]

Return to Skull Rock

Eddie x Original Female Character Pt 6 of Eldath's Priestess 4184 words

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only), descriptions of bodily injuries and scars, borderline grotesque facial deformities, Monster F*cking (Eddie is not quite human anymore), reunion sex, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (oral contraceptive implied), creampie, body worship. Now on ao3 Thank you again to @anakinkshamer as my beta reader.

Summary: Judy's trip with the old "Silly Simon" leads her to Eddie's location. But he is no longer the Eddie she knew.

Notes: This is my magnum opus. I hope you enjoy our new Eddie.

Judy had returned to the void she had tried to forget, walking through the nothingness.

She continued to think of him, her Eddie. From when she closed her eyes, she focused solely on him. How he smelled, how he sounded, how he looked at her with warmth and wonder.

The air grew colder, smelling of burned trees and rot. In the distance, she saw it, a rounded rock formation known by the youth of the area. A common make-out spot that she had yet to see in person. Eddie never took her there, insisting on being closer to the lake itself.

“People are assholes,” he’d explain, “and I don’t like sharing your attention with assholes.”

She approached the rock, gazing upon the newly killed animal, mauled beyond recognition. Her heart sank as she instinctively brought her hand to her chest, face crumpling in sorrow.

Her attention was brought to a hoard of screeching from high above. Still nothing to be seen, but she still followed the noises. The ground began to slant down beneath her feet, she found balancing to be easy as she made her way, the cold soon growing damp. A cave, most likely near the grave of lover’s lake, along the shoreline.

A shaking sigh echoed from within. She continued, rushing into its craggy stone mouth. There had been doubts through this experience, the biggest being the ghost of Joey’s death. But all of those fears melted away when she saw a trembling Eddie, or at least a mop of filthy curls hanging over a huddled body. She reached for him, touching his warm shoulder before being yanked away.

Judy snapped awake, being shaken by her aunt’s hands and voice. She shot upright, meeting her aunt’s gaze. “What?”

“Oh, thank fuck, you stopped breathing for a second.” Margie sighed, wrapping her arms around Judy and bringing her into an embrace.

The others had gathered due to Margie’s panicked attempts at waking Judy. They now watched as the young woman pried herself from her aunt and take a deep breath.

“South of skull rock, along the tip of Lover’s Lake, there is a cave. He’s alive, scared shitless but alive.” Her voice regained its strength, bolstered by the excited and relieved exhales, “but there are things in the trees. I don’t think we can risk navigating at night.”

Judy gave the parameters, but her brain was not in a position for strategy. The shrooms were still affecting her, as she wondered into the kitchen and laid on the tile. It swam like white water. She liked that.

It had been some time before they had hammered out a foolproof plan. All that was left was for Judy’s trip to end, which took longer than desired.

Late in the afternoon, it was time to put the plan into action. 

“If we’re going to get him, we have to be in teams. One to locate the cave, the other to extract him.”

Judy, Robin, Steve, Dustin, and Lucas would start at Skull rock and find the cave. Upon doing so, they would radio to the pickup team and wait for extraction. Hopefully, Eddie was still there.

The plan seemed straight-forward and simple, get there and get out. Judy wasn’t sure if it was the shrooms still lingering or if she was incredibly naïve, but she was confident in their ability to carry this out.

That was before she was met with Skull Rock and turned south. Trees. So many trees. The creatures were quiet, no doubt sleeping. She had hoped for a straight shot to the cave, as her walk through the void was. But she stumbled through the woods all the same, trailing behind Steve and Robin who took point, makeshift weapons at the ready.

What took mere seconds in her dream took a half an hour, and the sun was beginning to set. They reached the mouth of the former Lover’s Lake, the ground slanting into its smoking maw.

“No way in hell we’re reaching that.” Steve said, stopping amongst the grass, “you sure it’s here?”

Judy rubbed the back of her head, as if to stimulate a memory from her trip. But nothing. She saw nothing else. Her back to the rock, she walked, the ground slanted and the trees shrieked, the cave was wet. 

Wait. the cave. It was wet. Damp. So, there was moving water near it.

She looked to the two younger boys, “Can you use your boy scout senses and find water?”

Lucas shrugged, “I can use my eyes.” He motioned to a deer slowly making its way through the woods. “It’s either going towards water, or away from it. My money is on towards.”

Without a doubt, Lucas was right. With each step they took through the thin tree line, the earth began to soften, plants flowering in the path of the moistened earth. Within ten minutes, they had reached it. Along a brook, beneath a small cliff, there was the craggy stone mouth of the cave. 

But the anxiety froze Judy, barring her from going in. “I’ll call the location,” she insisted.

Dustin handed over the walkie-talkie before following into the cave behind the others. After a moment of conveying their location, reading the numbers off the notepad in her hand, and receiving assurance that it was received, she turned to the mouth of the cave.

Silence. 

How far did it go? 

How far had they gone?

Taking those first few steps, the cave felt as it had in her dream. Passing through the threshold, she could finally hear their voices. Very distant but discernable. 

“Jesus christ,” said Dustin. 

“What happened to your face?” Lucas questioned.

“Why the hell didn’t you come back?” asked Steve.

“Wayne’s been a mess.” Robin added.

“I couldn’t go back.”

Judy breathed a sigh of relief.

Eddie. 

“How the fuck do you think I could come back to them? I mean look at me.” His voice grew louder as she stumbled through the cave, hands running along the walls to navigate. In her desperation to reach him, she had forgotten to pull out her flashlight. Still, she made her way to the voices of her friends, and to her Eddie.

“You know she was blind, for like…a month? When we first met, she was seconds away from having a seizure. Then she was blind. But I didn’t care. I read to her. I helped her. I liked her. Then those guys came in, took her away for days. One morning she was back and,”

Judy finally reached them. His voice came loud and clear from behind the wall of teens, flashlights pointed at the back of the cave.

“She could see again, and she looked at my face…” Eddie cracked a smile, hidden behind his black, necrotic fingers, “I knew I wanted her to look at me like that for the rest of my life.” He ran his hands over his face and through his matted hair, “but not like this.” The young man turned to face his former allies, bringing his now grotesque visage into the many flashlight beams.

Two stitches, about two inches long, from each corner of his mouth. Two more from his top lip, reaching an inch below each eye. And the final one, down his chin, black and filthy. It looked as if it were formed from a Demogorgon-like maw into a mouth that could speak again. The mess took away from his eyes in the darkness of the cave, a striking yellow swirling where the deepest and kindest brown had once resided.

“What are you talking about?” Judy, incensed, pushed through the group to take her place at the front. There was a lull in her movements, as if to gage the danger, but the ache in her chest took over and she plowed another two steps forward. “Show me.”

Eddie instinctively shrunk away before she cupped his face in her hands. He softened in her familiar touch, immediately tucking his chin down to hide. Her grip forced him to meet her gaze.

The flashlights gave her a clear view of every grody stitch, stale sweat on his skin, his eyes glowing back at her. Her thumb ran along his cheek, right beside the highest stitch, as if trying to wipe the grime from his skin. “Eddie…”

“Mm?” He managed to hum, jaw clenching back a cry. 

Her hands moved from his cheeks down his arms, taking his taloned hands in hers and bringing them to her shoulders. His blackened grasp clutching to her as she released them, returning to his cheeks, bringing his gaze back to hers. “You can touch me.” She whispered. His hands softened, running down the front of her jacket, over her buttons and homemade patches, before settling on her hips.

“Should we…. go?” Robin asked.

“No. It’s okay…” Judy sighed, smiling up at Eddie, “let’s get you out of here.”

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Eddie stepped out of the shower, the warm plush mat beneath his feet. He couldn’t bring himself to look in the mirror, fearing the horror he’d face in its reflection. The commotion downstairs had quieted down. Judy’s voice was absent. His darkened fingers and thickened claws gripped the fluffy pink towel and held it to his face, taking a deep breath. It smelled like her, like home. Using it to dry himself off, he was able to take inventory of his healed wounds. A massive chunk of his right leg was gone, the memory of crawling on his belly through the Upside-Down came to him, shown by the scars across his chest. Then there were his two matching wounds, now forming inch deep pits over each hip, discolored but smoothed by regenerated skin.

At least he smelled better.

He wrapped the towel around his hips and exited from the bathroom, swiftly ducking into Judy’s open bedroom and closing the door, clicking the lock behind him. Only to be met by his lover’s wide eyes, a smile creeping across her face.

The butterflies in Judy’s stomach reached into her throat, forcing out a “um…” 

She took him in, drinking up his form and trying not to cry out in joy. She simply closed her lips, tamping down her smile, “your jammies are in the same drawer they’ve always been.”

“Kept them?” he asked, voice slightly croaked from the shower steam.

“Of course I did. You know me, can’t let go.”

He fished out a pair of Hawkins Tigers sweatpants and the old Led Zeplin shirt he had given her. “Can’t believe you talked me into buying these school spirit pants like a chump.”

“That was when I thought we would graduate together.” Judy turned away, facing the curtained window at the far end of her room, giving him some privacy.

She heard Eddie’s casual footsteps approach her from behind. “After all the things you’ve done to this body, you still worry about my modesty.” He reached out, running the back of his claws along her arms, just as he had without them many times before. His fingers slowly traced down to her hands, enveloping them in his. She felt his gentle breath against the back of her ear, lulling her to close her eyes. He brought one hand to his lips, pressing a kiss on her wrist. The other hand guided behind her, pressing her open hand against his naked cock.

Her eyes snapped open as she whipped around to look at him, slipping her hands from his grip and placing them on his chest, scarred, pale, but just as warm. 

“You dropped your towel…” She brought herself closer to him.

“Oopsie.” He smiled, his stitches separating slightly to make his grin a little uncanny. Judy’s fingers reached up to his face, ghosting over his stitched mouth. His smile faded slightly, grabbing her hands and pressing them to his flesh. 

“Do they hurt?” she whispered, a tremble in her voice.

“No, baby,” he lied. “Just feel a little weird, is all.” 

In truth, the pull was the least of his worries. It was the splitting that occurred when he needed to feed that caused him the most pain. The stitches kept his Demogorgon maw in the shape of a human mouth, but the skin would still split along the seams, the edges becoming fresh each week. 

But Judy didn’t need to know about that, not yet.

The feeding frenzy was at the will of the hivemind. At the will of Vecna, as the bats and monsters were. But he had more control than the others. Sleeping in Judy’s bed, hearing her sweet voice and heart-wrenching sobs through the veil had forced him to stay. There was hope that once the Big Bad was defeated, it would be over. He’d have control and would most likely die. 

But Judy didn’t need to know that either. She just needed to know that he was here, with her, for as long as possible.

“Tell me honestly, buttercup.” He took one step back, opening his arms and releasing her fingers from his grasp, “is my dick weird?”

She finally looked at him, all of him. The scars and abrasions healed over, purples, magentas, and blacks. Her eyes scanned down each extremity, hands and feet, fingers and toes, were now a dark purple, no longer a necrotic black as they had been. The tips of his fingers and toes, along with his talons still remained black as pitch. His eyes looked more jaundiced than cadmium yellow. It was almost as if being separated from that hellish dimension was healing him.

His cock, however, remained the same. She smiled softly, “not any weirder than it already was.”

He wiggled his hips slightly, his member rocking side to side, making Judy hold back a snort. She forced the corners of her mouth downwards, nostrils flaring. But she was losing the battle. Her eyes darted to her ceiling, but Eddie’s approach guided her gaze to his face. He walked forward and took her hands in his, placing them on his face and taking a deep breath, smelling her palms.

Judy pushed her hands up into his hair, his curls combed out in the shower. Her body pressed against his. He was the naked one now, vulnerable in his lover’s arms. And Judy sheltered his body with hers. She gazed into his big brown eyes, resting their foreheads together. “Hi…” she muttered.

“Hi…” Eddie answered.

“I missed you.” She blinked, her lips finally opening into a smile, “I missed you so much.” Her eyes began to burn as her vision grew blurry.

Eddie snaked his arms around her, walking backwards and drawing her to her bed. “I’m here now, Judy.” The mattress hit the back of his knees and he sat down, his face against her middle, nose to navel, the crown of his head skirting just below her breasts. His grip stayed around her, pulling her bare belly to his face, and pressing his lips against her skin. He closed his eyes, burying his face into the softness of her tummy. A sigh escaped his lips.

“Glad I decided to wear my cropped shirt,” she muttered, running her fingers through his hair. She heard him sniffle, then a broken sigh, knowing it well. Her chest ached, pleading softly, “Lay back, baby.”

He finally separated from her, eyes wet from tears. Slowly, he laid back on to her pillow, grateful that the bed remained unmade. Judy followed, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it to the side. Her breasts dropping back into place, Eddie’s lips parted in a delighted smile, glassy eyes shining up at her. “God you’re somethin’ else, Judy.”

She dipped into a kiss, before traveling down to the scars on his neck. “Tell me if I hit something that hurts.”

“Mhm,” Eddie closed his eyes, his muscles relaxing as his nerves began vibrating with anticipation. Though he had made the mistake of getting his dick sucked by other people, it was never as good. There was something she did that no one else bothered to do. She savored every inch of skin, took her time. Her lips and tongue would latch onto his tenderest parts, lap at him, breathe him in, leave him reeling. She didn’t just suck him off. She went down on him and made him feel like a god. He was glad he snagged her before someone else did.

His treasure. His princess.

Eddie’s grip on her hair relaxed Judy in a way she couldn’t explain. She finally reached the matching scars on his torso, whispering blessings against the pits that were left behind. They were soft, as new skin tended to be, and tender beneath her lips. Her lover squirmed slightly, causing Judy to stop.

“You okay, Eddie?” She asked, “did I hurt you?”

He shook his head, damn near nonverbal as his cock stood, leaking for her.

“You want me to keep going, or just to suck you now?”

The grip in her hair tightened, regaining his composure. His eyes opened, dark and stern. His gaze flicked to his cock, a quiet command. “Your lips, there, now,” and Judy did as he said.

She left out a giggle, almost bouncing as she made her way between his legs. He stopped her half-way, ass pointed at the wall, knees against his scarred thigh. His hand released her hair, running his claws down her back and down her ass, gathering her shorts and panties as he went, pulling them down.

“What? You wanna pet my pussy while I take care of you?” she asked, kissing from his hip to his mound. His scent smacked her in the face when her nose rested on his dried curls, setting her in a hungry trance. It was muted from his shower, but it still lingered.

The back of his talons ran down her naked folds. She took that as the command, her hand taking his shaft, lifting it, and diving to the base of his cock, sucking at the warm crook between the base and his velvet sack. Her nose nestled in his curls fully, breathing him in. She let out a moan. Eddie opened his mouth, gasping for air for a moment before resting his head against the wall, lips curled in a cheshire smile, gazing down his nose as he watched Judy enjoy his cock.

And she did, drooling on his shaft as she ran her tongue to his tip. Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, tongue running across it, lapping up his release and swallowing it. Her fist softly stroked his shaft. God, she missed the taste. He was perfectly sweet for her, and according to Eddie, she was just as sweet for him.

He ran his fingers along her pussy again, gathering her slick before bringing his claws to his lips. He hummed, satiated, like a bear with a pot of honey. His hand returned to its place, gently slipping his middle digit in her entrance, worried his new manicure would scratch her.

She moaned and opened her mouth more, taking him into her mouth almost fully. Her head slowly and gently bobbing along his length. Her tongue extended along his shaft, allowing him to slide into her mouth and grace the back of her throat. Spit pooled at her lips and ran down to his curls. Her throat clicked around his cock, a gentle whimper accompanying it.

Eddie’s left hand finally gathered her hair in a makeshift ponytail, letting him get a better look at her final few bobs. Their eyes met. “That’s my girl. Suckin’ me so good.” He whispered.

She lifted off his cock, jaw aching as she passed his shaft along her slightly parted lips. “Missed your cock, Eddie.” She whimpered, finally pulling away to catch her breath. In the calmness, she realized Eddie was three fingers in her pussy, knuckle deep. She was so soaked and soft that she hardly noticed. A rarity for her.

“You have been sucking and clenching around these fingers the whole time, buttercup.”

She shrugged, cheeks growing red with embarrassment. “I just…missed this.”

“My cock?”

Judy’s lips tightened, sitting up from her place, shaking her head in earnest, “You know it’s not just-”

“I know, Judy. I’m just lightening the mood.” He smiled, drawing his fingers from her with a wet shlick. He brought his claws to his lips, sucking each one while gazing at her.

Her gaze softened. “You want me to finish you off?”

Eddie shook his head, opening his arms. “C’mere,”

Giddy, Judy bounced back up to his lap, swinging her knee over him, resting her soaked pussy on his skin. “Fuck you’re so warm.” She smiled. Eddie grinned back, talons running through her hair before yanking her down into a sloppy kiss, flavors mixing on their tongues. All it took was a roll of his hips for her to slide down half-way on to his cock. Her pussy swallowing him whole as she eased the rest of the way down.

The valley of her breasts met his maw, open to accept her soft skin beyond his teeth. His tongue swirled around the bruise that was sure to form. His lips migrated from one breast to the other, his cock aching inside her. His hands ran over and gripped her curves. Judy cradled his head to her, smile pressed in his slowly drying curls. Joyful tears slowly slipped down her nose and onto the crown of his head.

Her hips began to move, gliding up and down his cock. The head sliding across her most sensitive zones, each pass along her walls bringing her closer to her peak. She groaned hungrily in his hair, picking up her pace, taking his gasps of pleasure as motivation.

Finally, Eddie managed to speak. His broken voice muffled against her skin. “So…good. Gonna cum.” There was a twinge of shame in his admission. He would have lasted longer, but given the circumstances, his mind was blown from Judy’s lips alone.

Judy understood, chest aching for him to fill her like he used to. Her voice vibrated in her chest as she purred, “It’s okay baby, cum in me. It’s okay.”

He crossed his legs beneath her, his grip on her plush hips tightening painfully as he took over and slammed her on his cock in short pumps. The thrusts growing desperate to stay as deep inside her as possible. His mouth dropped open, spit dripping down his lips as he pulled back to meet Judy’s gaze.

Her eyes were puffy, dried tears sticking on her skin as she bent back, hands bracing herself behind her. All she wanted was more, and she knew with all her patience and diligence, she wasn’t going to get it. Eddie’s gaze was completely lost, staring at the point of their union, and in a few more thrusts she felt that wet heat fill her. His lips parted in a spent groan, before twisting up in a grin. His clawed thumb reaching gently to rub circles over her clit, hips slowly regaining their pace as he fucked his cum into her.

He'd be damned if he let her go without a leg shaking orgasm. 

“You still on the pill?” he asked, punctuated by his grunts as he slid in and out of her. A bit too late of a question, but he already knew the answer.

Judy felt her walls flex in more sporadic intervals, managing a simple, “uh-huh.”

“Lost for words, baby girl? Not so in control now.” He smiled, “your turn, lay back for me.”

Without a second thought, Judy leaned back. Eddie gripped her thighs and pulled her up the bed. Her head finally resting on her sheets. One clawed hand on her hip, the other still stroking her clit, Eddie held her still, hips at an angle to keep his cum inside her.

Judy could feel herself spasming, drawing his cock closer inside, holding it and milking the already sensitive organ. The need made him double over, burying his face in her neck, pounding his cock inside her, soaking the sheets beneath them even further. Chest to chest, trapping his hand against her sex. He didn’t think he had anything left, but he was so wrong.

Judy’s entrance clenched around him, a burning ring around his cock as she felt lightning clap through her body. She slammed her head back and let out a gasp, her smile gleaming. Her release streaming down her lips and thighs, covering his as well. Eddie cried out in her neck, cum dripping from his abused cock. Tears pricking her eyes, pushing him off her before he finally removed his thumb from her clit, sliding himself out of her and watching his cum leak from her. A beautiful sight he could never get enough of.

Eddie and Judy gazed at each other, in wonder and relief. Judy managed to whisper his name once before he leaned back down, all of her limbs clamped around him, bringing him back to her chest, cradling his head to her neck, hand splayed out through his hair, still damp.

“Oh Eddie, my Eddie…” She whimpered in his ear, “my Eddie.”

Whew! That was a crazy ride! Our lovers are finally reunited. Thank you for reading, my loves!

Tag list: @loserboysandlithium

[itsagrimm]

He Who Comes from under the Water

Chapter 6 - Safekeeping

Monster!König X she/her afab Reader

CN dead fish

Notes for better understanding at the bottom!

Beta-read by @queenquazar. She is a writer as well and does amazing work which you should definitely check out.

2,3 k words

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The water ran playfully past your bare feet dangling in the little stream. You had taken off your shoes, sitting at the grass covered bank while watching König fish. It was shallow, but you could not bring yourself to go deeper than this. König of course did not mind the water, hip deep, and comfortably towering as he straightened victoriously like a tree surviving the flood to pass you one sorry little flapping creature after another, asking you with much elation if that sorry thing would do for lunch.

“A Pike? Yummy.”

“No, not the Rodd. Too much bone.”

“Please don’t make me eat a snail.”

“Another Pike! How did you manage to catch a second one so quickly?”

As the caught fish collected in a basket next to you, waiting to be gutted and prepared, you leaned back on your elbows. It had been a… strange morning.

König had come inside your home for breakfast, only to reveal you might die due to the dangers of being his underwater queen. His words had felt like getting pushed back into a dark pit you had barely managed to crawl out of moments ago. Every time you gathered back your strength, something happened, and you were back where you started. But unlike you, König was not as quick to give up and dragged you back up once again from the pit.

 In fact, you wondered why he had not given up on you, just leaving you to find himself a better, more suitable, queen? No, König was bent on keeping you alive, jumping up from the kitchen table declaring ‘I have an idea’ and running out, shouting for the Heron. Confused, you had stayed where you were, only for König to run back in again, lifting you up in a surprising hug accompanied with a ‘you will live, you will live’-chant. You had squeaked in surprise, and he nearly dropped you on the floor, mumbling an excuse before running out again and returning what felt like no time with a bit of fresh birch bark, asking you for a knife.

“Why?”

“It is to write a letter.”

Confused, you passed him a kitchen knife and he started scratching symbols into the soft bark with it. The little blade looked so ridiculous in his large hands, like a dainty daisy in a bear’s claw. Despite it all, you laughed. A desperate little laugh fighting its way out of your lungs.

He looked up.

“What is it, Bride?”

“Nothing. Your hands are so big and the knife so small. That is all.”

He leaned back.

“Would you prefer to write yourself with this tiny knife in your tiny human hands?”

“I can’t,” you replied shortly, still giggling. What a stupid question.

“Why? Can you only use a knife to chop fish?”

“Yes,” You dead panned and smiled softly, the easing laughter helping you with your heavy mood, “I can’t read. Women do not read or write. Don’t you know? Only men can and Ivar, the village teacher, never allowed girls, despite my brother being a student of his and practising at this table next to me. I still was never allowed to attend.”

König frowned under all the messy tangled hair.

“We should change that. Downstream in the cities, everyone knows how to read and write - man, woman or whatever you humans can be. It would be good for you to learn it - but not today. The Heron will not be able to guard you. They have to deliver this letter and hopefully give us the help we need for you to stay alive.”

He paused, his eyes shifting from the pragmatic to a soft questioning gaze.

“Would you like to spend the day with me instead, Bride? I promise, I’ll keep you as safe as the Heron.”

And that was how you ended up wandering the forest with König. Watching him search for trees to fall for the palace with his big axe, while you followed collecting berries and harvesting herbs with your little, tiny kitchen knife until you grew tired and rested at this little stream.

A little splash of water to your face made you squeal in surprise, and you opened your eyes.

König stood before you, a huge catfish under his arm struggling to get free and splashing water everywhere.

“Don’t fall asleep in the sun, Bride,” König chided softly. “You will get a headache from it. The old man complained about it all the time.”

You giggled. “Yes, grandfather liked to have naps but never chose a good spot for it.”

You got up to move into the shadows of a willow for a quick nap.

König nodded approvingly, the catfish under his arm joining in in an attempt to get free.

“Can you make a fire before you nap? It is not my strong suit and, unlike me, you don’t eat raw fish.”

Surprised you turned to König. The man who appeared to be able to do anything – scare away Ivar, summon speaking animals and swamp lights, catch fish and lift heavy wood – did not know how to make a fire.

“No fire under the water, remember?”

You paused before nodding.

That made sense.

The catfish nodded too before finally wiggling out of König’s grip and slipping back into the water.

With a curse König dived after it, leaving you to make a fire.

With practised ease you build a little pile before lighting it up and feeding it more air and dried bark until it was big enough to sustain itself.

Casually you grabbed a few sticks, sharpened them with your knife, gutted and cleared the caught fish and skewered the pike meat wrapped in some of the herbs. It would make for a great meal and you felt your body going from tired to awake enough for food and an eventual nap afterward.

König emerged from the stream and stepped on land, his unhuman appearance mostly covered by a dripping cloak except for the shimmery wet skin from the water and the sunlight.

“No catfish?”

He grumbled something in defeat before sitting down next to the fire.

“You need to teach me how to do this fire and cooking thing, Bride. Could be useful.”

“Oh yes, I will,” You promised, “Who else is supposed to make meals while I sleep?”

He chuckled.

“You humans are so delicate – always needing rest, food, shelter, air, water – but only the clear sweet waters and none of the green or salty ones. I wonder how you make it through the day laughing. Your lives are so harsh.”

“It is pretty okay being a human.” A grin spread on your face as you shrugged. “Better than coming from the water and having to munch raw catfish. Oh wait, the catfish got away. Guess you’ll go hungry, love.”

The word slipped out of you before you could think - a little treacherous word telling of little, treacherous dreams in your little, hopeful heart.

Love.

You looked down, pretending to concentrate on the fire and picked up one of the sticks to grill the fish.

“Be kind and do not let me starve, maiden.” König called out playfully and picked up one of the prepared sticks. “How do you do this?”

You showed him how to hold the fish without burning it, reminding him he had to turn it once in a while, so the fish will be cooked from all sides, and explaining how you used the herbs on the meat.

“And no bark?” König asked after your explanations.

“No bark.”

“Hmpf.

You looked up at him, his features hidden by his hair and hood. Except for his mouth with gleaming sharp teeth turned down in an unhappy frown.

Very sharp teeth.

You shivered, the reality of your fiancé’s inhumanness hitting you in the face like water from the struggling catfish desperate for life.

“Humans do not eat bark but if you like it so much, do what you want.” Your voice went thin as you spoke, a strange lump of fear and worry weighted down deep in your gut.

“Say, König,” you started. “What exactly is so dangerous about me becoming your wife?”

There, the words were out.

Hanging in the air like the skewed fish over the fire, slowly burning and sizzling away skin – painful and inevitable, unless doing something to prevent it.

König sighed.

“My brother,” he explained with a defeated tone, “Can be very pessimistic. He said I might accidentally kill you by drowning. But,” He looked at you, his eyes clear as ice piercing through any doubt. “I will not do that. I promise you are safe with me and there might be someone who can help with removing that danger. Also,” He continued as a careful, toothy smile grew on his face. “So far I have at least somewhat succeeded in keeping you safe, right? You are here and not hurt or hidden away in the house. Not saying I’ve done it perfectly but…” His voice rippled off in waves, making your eye brows narrow slightly

“It is good enough for now… right?���

You stared into the fire, thinking about König’s words. Yes, you were afraid. His otherness sometimes confusing you, or making you withdraw from him in fear. But never had he done anything to harm you.

At least not willingly.

Yes, there were accidents and mistakes. But, he tried to keep you safe and looked out for you. You could not remember anyone being so honestly interested in you and your well-being. Not the villagers who dropped you the moment you became uncomfortable for them. Not the boys you had kissed in secret, or girlfriends who had stopped visiting you when you started to cry more than you laughed from all the death and misery in your life. And certainly not your family who loved you, but kept you as their obedient child to help at home and carry any expectations they placed on you without opposition. That included your beloved grandfather who promised you to someone without asking your permission, counting on you to just follow his command. Love was complicated. You missed your family, your friends and old life. But there was bitterness thinking about them now. The old house had become as much a sanctuary as it was a prison.

Being with König was not that different: like an axe to build a new palace or yield as a weapon.

Yes, it was unfortunate how you had come to be the Bride of the King from Under the Water.

And maybe it would be your death.

But so far, your engagement has come with much more grace than you had ever known.

“Do not worry, my love,” You whispered those words with a grim dedication to all that it might include. “I know you are keeping me safe, and I trust you will continue to do so.”

The silence of your words weighed heavy as you stared into the fire without seeing the flames.

A hand touched yours and you jerked up. König had moved closer, carefully lifting your hand with the skewered fish up and away from the heat.

“I am not much of an expert on fire but this looks like you could light yourself up like that,” He declared with a soft ring as if trying not to smile. “You said it yourself - ‘turn it so it does not burn’. I would do a poor job keeping my bride safe if I let you burn your fingers now.”

You blinked in confusion, before adjusting the grip on the stick in your hand under his large right palm.

“Thank you,” you mumbled.

He kept his hand around yours - warm, strong, pleasant - and you hummed in approval as his other wandered around your shoulder and pressed you closer to his side.

My bride. My bride.

That’s what he had said.

The words rang pleasantly in your ears as you nuzzled into Königs chest.

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Cultural context notes:

König writes in Old Church Slavonic. Old Church Slavonic is the basis of many the Slavic languages written form. It was ‘created’ by two monks named Methodius and Cyril (That’s why the modern alphabet is now called Cyrillic) who were tasked with helping to convert the Byzantian Slavs in Moravia to Christianity. To do that they translated several religious texts, most importantly the Bible, into Old Church Slavonic which could be understood by the Slavs. Old church Slavonic is really cool and can still be understood by many modern speakers of Slavic languages despite coming from the 9th century. Also, the Polish band Batushka / БАТЮШКА sings in Old Church Slavonic if you want to know what it sounds like.

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[bloodandthestars]

𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐘𝐄.

priest!suguru geto x fem!reader. a part of JUDAS, a kinktober drabble series.

tw: talks on religion, smoking :: edit: UPDATED

wc: 2k :: masterlist :: previous part

Sunday went as smoothly as he’d mull over in his head. The sermon was made to be a continuation of the previous one: where to find strength through God in the path of life’s obstacles. With Suguru moving voice and emphasis, the communion consumed and praised Him to be.

Wednesday rolled around, and it was a night of Bible study but more importantly, the potluck everyone was waiting for. Mrs. Kaskai and a few other church women set the picnic tables outside in the courtyard, her husband getting the lights to work around wooding postings. Mr. Weren brought propane for the grill, excited to be cooking ribs he had marinating in the church’s kitchen for a week now. With the Father’s help, they worked together as one to make it all happen for their community.

Suguru clicks a spoon to his glass to gather everyone’s attention. It was once simple click and heads turned without a second wasted. Children were hushed to soft murmurs and babbles, and all eyes were on him. Like they always were. And as always, he presented himself with a smile.

“There’s no doubt in my mind that the food we have here today isn’t like any other. Practically have a few five start chefs among us.” The crowd laughs heartily.

“The effort is seen and worth appreciating, especially with the succession of the bake sale!” Claps and cheers could be heard all around, including the father’s. They simmer down for him to continue. “It’s worth the celebration, so here we are, to bless and be blessed. Let us bow our heads.”

Small groups crowed around the food tables to get their pieces. As Suguru gives a nod of gratitude for Mr. Everest putting some on his place, he glances down to the array of foods. Each with their own signed cards of what was made and by who. His eyes glance over the varied names. His steps slow as they narrow in concentration, wanting to be sure he was seeing things correctly. A dark chocolate cake sat in front of him, with your name signed at the bottom. Did you come through here already? How come he didn’t see you?

He glances around, searching for your face in the crowd. When he came up empty-handed, the priest moves to allow the line to flow again.

The night went on as lively as ever, talking with each smiling patron after the next. He’d smile back, laugh with their jokes, but feel as though he was much farther from everyone than he really was. His words were half-hearted at best. Every now and then his glance takes him outward, looking to his surroundings. After the third or maybe fourth glance around, he eyes figure sitting on top of the hood of a car. A figure he’d recognize from his distracting thoughts.

“Are you alright, Pastor?”

He nods, blinking himself back into conversation with an older woman and her daughter. “Yes, my apologies.”

Those eyes wonder about again after the reassurance was made. Suguru knew the real answer to that question, and the one thing he could do to fix it.

The church parking lot only had about four street lights. You were under one of them, sitting atop your car, with a scent that he knew as clear as day. He shouldn’t approach you. If you looked like you wanted to be left alone, the result would have been just that. But his dress shoes keep their path, walking in your direction. Your head turns when you seemed to notice him approaching. Eyes glance at him up and down, he surely wasn’t mistaken on that. “Evening, Father.”

He greets you back with a mention of your name. Glancing away, he catches how you has a good view of everyone in the courtyard. Looking back, he asks. “Not one for these kinds of things?”

You blow out smoke to the side with a scrunch of your lips. “Not particularly.”

“May I ask why?”

Your smile feels like fingers crawling up his back. “Aren’t you off the clock, Father? No need to try and pull a confession.”

A warmth spreads on his cheeks, causing him to look away with an embarrassed chuckle. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“I’m only teasing you.”

What you pull from your pocket causes Suguru’s mouth to dry. A pack of cigarettes with a slight dent at the top. You pop open the carton, pulling out a stick. You look to the pastor, who watches your hands until he catches your gaze on him. It’s like you’re getting even worse for him to ignore— trading one slight for another.

He nods his head in your direction and you give him the pack. He hears the flicker of a lighter as he puts a cigarette on the trim oh his mouth. It parts, about to ask you for the light, until he feels something grab his shirt. Suguru looks up to catch the end of your cigarette with yours. Your eyes focus on making sure his lights, while his eyes can’t seem to turn away from your face. Not when you were so, so close. His heart picks up in light patters, hoping— praying, it was masked in his breathing.

He could only find himself to relax just as you finished lighting. You pull your head back, hand holding your sitting firm up from behind. Suguru leans his weight against the car with his back to you, entirely quiet.

There he was swirling in a spiral of water that never seemed to end. Why did you do that? The lighter was right there. He was just on the brink of being swallowed whole in your proximity. If only you ate a bit more.

He pulls the cigarette from his lips with shaky hand, blowing smoke off to the side. The silence remained so, but surprisingly to him, his shoulders begin to slack. His exhales become heavier as they roll out every stress of just that week. All in the intimate quiet you two shared.

“I suppose this was a much needed break.” He speaks up behind another inhale. You let your cigarette hang off your mouth as you glance to him. “Even you need breaks from all that religious zeal, Father?”

You were teasing him, he caught on it this time. Suguru laughs quietly, letting smoke follow after. "Of course I need a break," He replied. "As the head of this community, I feel responsible for everyone's well-being. Sometimes it's difficult to look after so many people at once.”

You both took a drag from your cigarettes. Your eyes look to the sky, watching as your smoke dissipates. Once again, you felt yourself be honest on holy ground. “I can’t imagine having to listen to them. Trying to solve every problem they have with a book older than the earth itself.”

Suguru didn’t know if he was supposed to take offense or not. But you weren’t exactly wrong. He knew how the people in the congregation operate. “People don't realize how much they project onto these ancient scriptures," Geto replied, nodding his head in agreement. "They don't consider the context of when they were written and how it may apply to their own situation."

He took another deep drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke. You slight your head in agreement. "Some people love to rely on something outside of themselves to tell them how to feel and how to live, I suppose."

What was that that felt like a wound in his chest? Pride?

“You don’t exactly sound like a believer.” He huffs.

“Neither do you.”

Something twists in his stomach. The same feeling of having your hand caught in the cookie jar as a child. He lashed his head to you, you and your calm expression that gives him even more whiplash. You shrug, pulling the tobacco tab from your lips. “Promise,” You finger traces an X over your chest. “I won’t tell a soul.”

Suguru catches your witty smile. Another tease, at least he had hoped with the hard swallow down his throat. Still, you did manage to get an amused exhale out of him.

“I…” He begins, only for his eyes to fall to the ground. His words change. “I just see things a bit differently than some of them.”

“Well?”

The pastor takes a quick inhale. "I believe a priest should listen to the scripture and offer guidance where needed, but also try to instill their own values and morals into the teachings."

You arch your brow. “That just seems…normal.”

He took the cigarette from his mouth, holding it in one hand as he leaned his back against the car further. "Some members think that's a blasphemous way of looking at it," he added. "That I'm perverting their precious lessons."

He laughed, exhaling a puff of smoke.

"I say, what's so blasphemous about using your own brain?"

Your brows quirk together, turning your head to the lively scene ahead of you both. “I didn’t know there were some in your congregation that find you that way.”

"I've learned a lot about my own congregation," He explained. "The members who are devout to the scripture are very sensitive to my every action. Any perceived flaw is bound to become a rumor in these circles."

Suguru paused, taking another drag. "Thankfully, I've managed to build up a good reputation within this community."

He glances over at you, eyes doing a once over before speaking. “To which you seem all the more distant from.”

You scoff, a cloud of smoke harshly pushed onto the air. You take your eyes back to the lively scene. The children playing in the grass, the sun setting behind the fumes of a grill. Chatter and booming laughter. It all seemed perfectly cut out for a holiday card. “I’m doing all this for my mother.” You murmur. “And I know when I don’t belong somewhere.”

He looks back to the ground. Those words sounded like ones that were temporary. He hoped not but the idea of you being here permanently didn’t seem too right.

A nudge of his neatly dressed shoulder snaps him out of his thoughts. His head bounces up to look at you. You were already half way down your cigarette when you talk. “Speaking of…you should go back.”

Maybe those words were his saving grace. A holy light appearing in the confusing darkness, perhaps a blessed creature creating a path to redemption. A way for his thoughts to distance themselves from your consumption. Perhaps your words were a moment of actual divine intervention.

"I think I'll stay with you." He states, almost confidently. “I…enjoy your company.”

The ends of your lips quirk up. Your hand pats a spot next to you on the hood of the car. Suguru looks between before obliging. Once he gets himself situated, he sees the view that she has of the social event. The congregation was in bursts of small groups. There was one person however, going from one group to the next with a slight of urgency. That group looks between each other, one straying off to act like the first— questioning and questioning. Suguru only let out a sigh, not a doubt in his mind what they were looking for.

You notice, turning your head to look at him. Huffing, you throw your finished cigarette on the gravel. He reluctantly goes to stand, running a hand through his hair as your hand pulls another cigarette. You place it at your lips. “Seems that’s your-“

That evening air beginning to settle in seemed long forgotten. You’re frozen in place as you’re met with his cigarette lighting the end of yours. His hands were placed on either side of you on the sleek hood. Suguru stood still between your legs to ensure that it would light— that he wouldn’t throw up his own heart. He simply just— moved. Jumped at the opportunity when it was clear for him. His tab was much shorter than when yours in the beginning of your smoke session, making your faces all the more closer. He could feel your breath tickle his face, just as still as he was. His eyes slowly look up to yours, that have been staring at him this whole time. The look within them changes. One that makes his throat too dry to speak.

“Careful there, Eve.”

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[milfswriter]

Is this heaven?

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary: you’re back after a hiatus, Rhea’s emotional.

Notes and warnings: this is legit ao3 material. Childhood best friends to lovers, angst with happy ending, car accident, blood, near death experience, reunion, confession, semi public sex (it’s outdoor but nobody’s there??), daddy kink, thigh riding, cunnilingus, fingering, bruh this has angst, fluff, smut whatever you need LMAO. a little long? P.S I do not take pride in my writing abilities so PLZ don’t judge I write for fun lool also this has been briefly proofread so ignore any mistakes.

Word Count: 3.2K

You sat with your knees hugged to your chest as your breathed in the unusually cold, fresh air of Orlando on the very edge of the very familiar hill. You knew this place, you loved this place. 

You watched the small cars pass by before memories of this place started playing in your head. You’ve been on a very long hiatus due to an accident. Having been sent to Tokyo for specialized physiotherapy, you couldn’t see any of your friends or family for the past year and a half and came today for the elimination chamber PPV to say hi to your friends, having no plans of a return anytime soon.

As your memories of this place played, you realized that they were all connected to the same person. The person you wanted to see the most, the person you loved the most (not that you’d ever admit it). You heard crackling of leaves behind you but paid it no mind, it was 6 am, no one would be here.

 You wished this specific person would show up magically behind and- “Hoped I’d find ya here” a very familiar voice said and you gasped lightly, having no guts to turn around and look her in the eye. 

You stood up with a smile, taking a deep breath in before turning around and looking her in the eye, you looked the tall woman up and down with a hum.

 “You’ve grown even taller, how is that possible?” you questioned jokingly before you saw her features tremble, scoffing before rushing to you and almost crushing you in her arms, your legs dangling in the air. 

“hello, to you too, Demi” you said, your voice muffled by her shoulder. “shut up” she groaned, clearly crying now because you were starting to feel her tears on your shoulder.

Ok, now you were crying, too. “you’re..you’re walking?” she put you down and stepped back a few steps to see you standing straight and let out a relieved sigh, wiping her tears. 

“yeah, I’m okay Demi” she gulped, scanning you. She walked to you again, pulling you into her more gently now. “That day you weren’t” she whispered, now that she wasn’t pulling you up, your temple was now resting on her collarbone.

You closed your eyes, nodding as a different kind of memories played in rhea’s mind. 

Rhea waited impatiently for you on the couch as the others played monopoly, you were supposed to be here half an hour ago. She went to the kitchen, dialing your phone and it rang once, twice, three times before you answered. 

“D...Demi..” you gasped for air, causing Rhea to furrow her eyebrows in confusion. “y/n, where are you? you were supposed to be at Alexa’s a long time ago, wait, are you running?” she chuckled before you started muttering weird sounds.

“Y/n? are..are you okay?” she heard your sobs, it sounded like you were in pain, like..like you couldn’t breath. “Y/n answer me!!” she yelled into the phone causing Sonya to get into the kitchen. “chill out, man..we’re just starting, don’t rush her” she brushed Sonya off. 

She heard you gather all your strength in a breath before muttering barely coherently. “I crashed my..car..at..the light next to Alexa’s, p..please”.

“I’m coming..I’m coming right now, don’t close your eyes, keep breathing!” she ran out of the apartment, confusing everyone there before calling 911. Meanwhile, your car’s personal assistant was the only way you could have answered that call. 

“Incoming call from RheRhe , answer it?” Mercedes asked, “y..yes” you mumbled and sighed in relief, tears running down your cheeks as it understood you and answered the call. 

Rhea ran and ran until she saw the light and your car swerved into a wall, the hood completely smashed and a car behind yours that looked like it hit you so hard you swerved into that wall. 

“oh god..y..y/n?” she called before running to your door, seeing the glass smashed and opened the door, your face so bloody she only recognized you by your ‘Brutality’ t-shirt, which was originally hers but you decided to keep it, making it even harder for her to deal with this. 

“love?” she called, taking off her jacket and wiping the blood off your face with it. “Y/n please answer me” she heard the deafening sounds of ambulance and police sirens and picked you up with a great effort, not caring about the shreds of glass piercing her skin. 

“oh..he..hey Dee” you smiled up at her in a failed attempt to comfort her. Like you were accepting your fate. “It’s o..okay, d..demi” she looked around for any sign of the ambulance but they were none. She looked at you with her lips trembling, shaking her head.

“no, no it’s not! IT’S NOT OKAY! Yo..You can’t just leave me here!” her tears refused to dry and her vision began to blur. You gave her another smile, gulping in pain as you tried to move so you can face her. “is..is it because you never taught me your prism trap?..it..it’s okay..I’m..not mad...and you shouldn’t be either..” Rhea scoffed a laugh, she couldn’t believe you were joking at a time like this. 

“I’ll teach you my prism trap, just stay alive for me so I can do that, hm?” she heard the sirens from a distance and tried to keep you alert. She snapped her fingers in front of you, making you jolt awake as you closed your eyes.  

“remember when we met? hm?” she started, smiling at relief as you nodded. you’re still conscious. good. “we were kids..god, you were cocky” you let out a breathy laugh. she nodded with a small smile, you knew what she was doing and you were grateful because you felt yourself slipping.

“tell me more” she held your hand and kissed it, removing bits of glass that landed on the back of your hand when she saw the main source of bleeding, your side. 

She let you keep talking before she lifted the hem of your shit to see blood oozing out and you winced. “I’ve got you, we’ve got to stop the bleeding, okay? help is on the way” she applied pressure and you screamed in pain, scratching and pushing on her.

“I’m sorry, I know you’re in pain” she felt her tears running down her cheeks again as your hands went to squeeze her biceps, whimpering. As she saw the red and blue lights of the ambulance, she held you in her arms, not caring about the shreds of glass that pierced her skin in the meantime. 

Demi couldn’t remember you ever being this heavy, she’s picked you up countless of times, giving you piggyback rides after your matches as a tag team. you were a flyer, she saw you do the most perfect moonsaults and splashes so she assumed it was her knees that threatened to betray her as she saw your condition. She ran with you to the stretcher that the paramedic pulled out of the car, placing you on it as she explained to him what had happened to you and notified him about the source of bleeding.

you closed your eyes, hearing her pleading for you to wake up but you couldn’t open your eyes anymore. The next time you did, you were in an empty room. Hospital, you quickly deduced as you saw the countless IVs and bandages covering your body. “Oh..” You heard and looked up, seeing a nurse coming in with a clipboard. “you’re finally awake” she smiled gently, “can you hear me?” she added after a few seconds have gone by and you still hadn’t said anything.

You nodded, “good..good” she nodded at you. You felt her move closer to you, placing the clipboard somewhere before she stood directly next to your bed. “can you squeeze my hand?” you felt her her hand engulf yours and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, trying to move your hand but it’s like you couldn’t find the right wire in your brain to do so. 

The nurse pursed her lip in empathy before letting go of your hand. You let out a sound of desperation as you finally gained control of your hand and chasing hers, squeezing the tips of her fingers. “There you go, you’re okay” she smiled.

you cleared your throat, which was way too dry. “h..how...long..” she seemed to understand what you meant, nodding. “you’ve been in a coma for a couple of weeks” your eyes widened. You’ve been out for weeks?.

“your family and friends are here to visit you, though they’re a little early for visiting hours. I will let them in after I call the doctor” you nodded.

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After the doctor checked on you, the door was opened by the nurse who was followed by a running Rhea, panting as she grinned at you. “You’re awake!” she giggled, hugging you way too gently. “h..hi demi” you croaked out and she leaned down to kiss your forehead. “hello, possum” she cupped your bruised cheek.

“are you sure they’re not dating?” the nurse asked Sonya who was lurking in the back. “I know, right?!” Rhea turned to glare at her before turning back to you. 

“your parents went to get coffee before they told us you were awake, they’ll be here in a jiffy, hm?” you nodded with a smile. To be honest, you were glad you were not dead, because the way she looked at you right now made you feel things you never thought were possible to feel. 

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you were leaving for Tokyo. The doctors said there was nothing they could do for you here to regain normal mobility. “I’ll never walk again” Demi shushed you. “of course you will! that’s why you’re going there, no? you’ll be completely fine and you’ll walk to me the day you come back, okay?” You nodded, you didn’t know what you’d do if you didn’t have Rhea in your life.

she drove you to the airport, and held your hand until the last second before you were supposed to find your terminal, where she wasn’t allowed in without a boarding pass. “I’ll miss you” Your lips trembled and she nodded, hugging you. “I’ll miss you, my possum” she kissed your temple before letting you go.

 “get better for me” you nodded, limping to your terminal. You turned around one more time to see Rhea from afar with tears soaking her face. You gulped, your eyes burning before taking a deep breath and turning back around, pulling your suitcase.

After 1 year and 3 months, you’ve finally regained complete mobility and they’ve also cleared you out to wrestle. You booked the nearest flight to Orlando and said nothing to your friends and family. And here you are, in your favorite place of all.

“That day I wasn’t” you affirmed,  you stepped back a little and lifted your shirt, showing her the remaining scar of the surgery on your side. “at least I still got this bad boy” you smirked and she giggled, “it does look cool hm?” you nodded. 

She looked like she had something on her mind, but you didn’t say anything as you pulled her down to lay with you on the grass to watch the sunrise. you linked hands, your head falling onto her shoulder as you watched the city being lit by the enormous sun. “I..need to tell you something” she stammered for a bit and she looked away. “Is everything ok?” you were starting to worry, she was fine moments ago.“Everything’s great..you’re here” she smiled nervously, turning to look at the sky.

“Y/n, I um..I’ve known you for over a decade. Yeah?” you nodded, smiling. “And um..you’re my best friend” she bit her lip, contemplating on whether to spit it out or not.

 “Demi, what’s wrong? Are you dying?” you whispered and she looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. “No, y/n..I’m not dying, it’s just…all those years we were friends, I wished we weren’t..” you raised your eyebrows in surprise, was that how she felt?.

“Every time I saw you, I wished we were something more, I wished I could protect you from all these bitches that hurt you..and I can’t forgive myself for letting you drive that day instead of just taking you with me. y/n/n I..I can’t believe it took me all those years to realize that I am so, so in love with you” she rambled and you kept your head on her shoulder, gasping softly.

“All this time I think I was bound to fall in love with you. It was only a matter of when and where..and it was that day,..we were at Wrestlemania, and…we were watching Lita in her match and…you looked so happy when she won.. you hugged me so hard and I didn’t want it to stop. I wore that hoodie for days after because it smelled like you..we were kids..and I was in love you...and now we’re older..and I’m still in love you” she took a deep breath and your eyes were tearing up. 

“you don’t feel the same, I know that..I kept telling everyone that. But it’s physically painful for me to keep that from you any longer than I had, you don’t have to do or say anything, I just wanted to-” she was cut off by your lips on hers as you straddled her lap, leaning down to kiss her so she would stop saying all these things. She hummed, her hands automatically going to your waist under your shirt.

You broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “is that an enough explanation of how I feel?” you asked, and she nodded, shrugging. “I can live with that” she sat up, giggling as she kissed you again, and again. “I can’t believe you almost died and I still couldn’t tell you” you joined your foreheads.

“It’s okay..I love you, too” You smiled, kissing her again before wrapping your arms around her neck, playing with the ends of her short hair. You both stared into each other’s souls, this couldn’t get any better. Or so you thought. 

She moved her hands from your waist to your thighs, squeezing them as she peppered kisses over your jawline, making her way down to your neck. “you..are so beautiful” she whispered in your ear, you felt a familiar sensation between your legs, and the rough material of her jeans didn’t make this any better.

You started testing the waters, moving your hips back and forth against her, your hands gripping her shirt from the back as she chuckled, her breath tingling your ear. “naughty girl” she tutted, holding your hips in place, making you moan. 

“you want this?” she asked, looking you in the eye. You’ve never seen this version of Rhea, but you were glad you are cause she couldn’t be any hotter than right now. 

You nodded furiously, “please” you whimpered. A smirk placed itself on her face, her hands making their way to your ass. She suddenly flipped your positions, your head making a soft thud as it landed on the grass. “please what?” her smirk turned into something you couldn’t recognize, but oh did you love it.

Her knee placed itself between your legs, spreading them. “please, fuck me..daddy” her eyes darkened before smashed her lips against yours in a moan. “god, I want you so bad” she groaned, sneaking her hand to your pants, unbuttoning it, pulling the zipper down painfully slow.

You dreamed of this moment for so long, you didn’t wanna wait anymore. “please, Demi!” you urged her and she complied, leaning her head down to whisper filth into your ear. 

“yeah? you want my fingers, darling? right here..where anyone could see us? ” she breathed heavily as you felt her hand sneak into your pants, you heard her whine into your ear as she felt your slick pussy.

You threw your head back against the grass, “all for me?” she asked, kissing your jawline as she pressed her middle finger against your clit, you gripped her shirt from the back, god it’s been so long and now that it’s with Rhea, you never wanted it to stop. 

Rhea took a deep breath in, taking her hand out of your pants, making you whine desperately. “Can I take it off, possum?” she smiled, her hands resting on your knees as she got off you and sat on knees in front of you. You nodded, silently hoping no one makes their way up this hill and sees you.

“I am going to worship you” she smirked, pulling your pants along with your panties down your legs, throwing them aside and spreading your legs. She froze for a second as she saw your glistening heat. You felt your cheeks heat up as she stared but you kept your legs spread.

she leaned down, keeping eye contact with you as she used her thumbs to spread your labia, licking a long, hard stripe from your entrance to your clit and you let out a guttural moan. You ran your hand through her hair, pulling on her scalp as she ate you out.

she hummed against your pussy, closing her eyes as she sucked the life out of you. “please, daddy” your other hand pulled on her hair, too and she sneaked one of her hands to your mouth, her middle and ring finger stroked your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, taking them in your mouth to the knuckles.

She took them out of your mouth, before thrusting them back in, practically fucking your mouth. She took them out again, lining them up with your entrance and sliding them in, bottoming out instantly. 

“fffuck” you moaned, letting go of her hair before you rip it out. gripping the grass next to you instead. 

She fucked her fingers in and out of your pussy. “god you’re so fucking tight, love” she kissed your inner thigh, “Oh, I wish I had my strap right now”.

Just picturing her fucking you senseless with her cock made your pussy clench impossibly tight against her fingers. “yes..yes..I’m..Oh god, I’m cumming!” she fucked you even harder, wrapping her lips back around your clit, licking it in circular motion. 

you couldn’t help but pull on her hair again, breathing heavily as she curled her fingers inside you, screaming her name as your orgasm washed over you as you closed your eyes tightly. she chuckled against your thigh, sitting up on her knees and kissing you softly. You groaned as you tasted yourself, pulling her by the back of her neck to kiss you harder. “is this heaven?” you mumbled, opening your eyes. 

“Would you stop with the death jokes? seriously” she frowned and you let out a howl, throwing your head back as you giggled. “I’m sorry, come here” you wrapped your arms around her, hugging her close.

you sneaked your hand to her zipper before she stopped you. “not here..I’d like to worship you better at home first” you smiled at the thought of seeing your shared house again. 

She peppered kisses all over your face, smoothing your hair out of your face. “I love you” she mumbled shyly and you chuckled, “love you” you kissed her lips again and she helped you put your pants back on.

She stood up, giving you her hand to pull up before picking you up bridal style. She froze as she looked into your eyes. What you didn’t know was that she was holding your bloody form in the same way a year and a half ago.

“I..I didn’t hurt you, did I?” she asked, gulping. You furrowed your eyebrows, shaking your head. “no..no it was perfect” she cupped her cheek. she nodded, a small smile appearing on her face before she took you to her car and drove you home.

This definitely wasn’t the way you thought today was gonna go, but you definitely weren’t complaining. :)

[alwritey-aphrodite]

Hi again! I am very much in my fall feels and trying to fill up your blurb list. Please forgive my terrible sense of humour, but I would like to request 3: baking PIES with our Jaime TARTT

#sorry not sorry

-M

Me at my own joke:

2023 Fall Blurbs

In your opinion, the only thing about autumn that’s better than all the seasonal treats and flavors were all the holidays, all the opportunities to gather with the people you love and spoil them with food and attention. You loved to host, loved getting to plan a menu and decorate, loved all the anticipation of waiting for your favorite people to arrive to spend time with you and enjoy your food.

“Babe, I almost got into a fight with a sweet old lady for this pumpkin stuff,” Jamie announces as he throws open the front door, arms laden down with grocery bags and his cheeks tinged pink from the wind.

“Well, thank god you got it,” you shout out with a smile, too focused on not burning all of the food to greet him properly. Jamie doesn’t mind, though, knowing how focused you need to be and planting a kiss on your cheek before he unloads all the groceries.

He just stands and watches you for a few moments, eyes full of love and awe as he watches the gentle way you transfer the crust into the pie tin after using all your strength to roll it out. He loves seeing you like this, completely happy and completely in your element taking care of people.

“Need any help?” Jamie asks, even though he already knows the answer.

“Not in here, but you can make sure everything’s tidy if you’re looking for something to do,” you speak without looking up from your work, now focused entirely on making the filling for the pie with the ingredients Jamie brought back from the store.

The two of you exist comfortably in silence for a while, the only sounds are the ones of you baking in the kitchen and the festive music you have playing quietly. It’s nice, just being able to be near each other and not need to scramble to find something nonsensical to fill the empty space in the air. Jamie finishes one last sweep of the house to make sure everything is as perfect as you deserve before returning to stand with you, happy to be an extra pair of hands if you happen to need him.

“Can you grab that for me?” You ask, almost whispering as if you want to keep the comforting blanket of silence. Jamie springs into action, opening the oven so you can place the last pie inside, and he beams when you smile with satisfaction as he slides it shut.

“Do we need four different pies?” Jamie asks, sliding his arms around your waist now that you’re done in the kitchen, even though you need to clean your mountain of a mess before your friends arrive. You shrug in his arms, leaning back against him and relaxing in his hold.

“We’ll have leftovers, and everyone can take some home, and I can’t remember what everybody likes,” you explain, as if you haven’t done enough with hosting and cooking and baking at all.

“Smells good,” he says, pressing a kiss to your hair as you squirm out of his hold, setting about cleaning the kitchen with the minimal time you have left. Jamie gets to work with you immediately, happy to finally help.

[gimmiesophiebaek]

VBPS (Benedict’s Wedding)

Rated: G Staring: All of the Bridgertons + partners (Daphne’s married, Colin’s married, Francesca’s married)

Party #6: Benedict and Sophie’s Wedding (2019)

“It’s my wedding day!” 

Benedict shouted at the top of his lungs, bolting out of bed as though he hadn’t just spent half the night sketching by the nightlight. 

His voice echoed through the corridors of "My Cottage," the quaint Wiltshire home that he and Sophie had so lovingly restored. It was their haven, their perfect slice of countryside, and today, it would witness their vows.

From downstairs, a collective groan rose up. His family had come to expect this kind of early-morning enthusiasm from Benedict. Ever since he and Sophie had gotten engaged, it had become something of a tradition. Every family gathering began the same way: Benedict’s exuberant announcement that it was his wedding day—whether it actually was or not.

"Benedict," Colin called out in a tired, teasing voice, "for the love of God, it’s too early for this."

Undeterred, Benedict threw on his dressing gown and practically skipped down the stairs, finding his mother in the kitchen, overseeing preparations. 

"Mother!" he exclaimed, rushing to give Violet a kiss on the cheek. "Is everything in order? Sophie will absolutely insist on doing everything herself if she thinks for a second—"

"Everything is under control, dear," Violet interrupted with a soft smile. "Sophie is taking care of herself this morning. You needn’t worry."

"But I’m the groom! I should be helping!"

"Benedict, love, if you help too much, you’ll only make a mess of things." Violet chuckled. 

That earned a hearty laugh from Francesca, who had just walked in, carrying a tray of breakfast pastries. 

"She's right.” She asked as she placed the tray down. “You’d trip over yourself and ruin the whole affair."

Benedict feigned offense, but the excitement still lit up his face. Francesca gave him a rundown of the day so far. 

"Everyone is here except Eloise. She’s staying at the inn with Sophie and Posy for the night."

"Posy is here?" Benedict blinked. "Well, that’s a surprise."

"Indeed," Francesca smirked, "but as for Anthony—" She didn’t need to finish. The family shared a knowing laugh at the mention of their older brother, who, true to form, was running late.

"Hyacinth mentioned he’s getting a haircut. At a barber," Francesca added with exaggerated shock, her eyebrows arching. "Apparently, he wants to look decent for the photos."

"Perfect!” Benedict clapped his hands together. “A clean-shaven Anthony is a sight to behold. I hope someone’s ready with a camera."

He wandered over to the window, gazing out at the rolling hills that Sophie so dearly loved. The lush, green landscape stretched out before him, reminding him once again of why they had chosen this place. Sophie, with her country roots, never felt at ease in the bustling chaos of London. She’d grown up in the Norfolk countryside, and the idea of a big city wedding never appealed to her. She wanted their day to be something that reflected who they were, not a grand spectacle but an intimate celebration in a place that felt like home.

Benedict understood. His art could be made anywhere. But Sophie—Sophie was the very center of his world, and this place, with its quiet beauty, was her sanctuary.

His thoughts turned to how much they’d been through together. Sophie had faced down her stepmother, Araminta, and secured her rightful inheritance with grace and strength. She’d fought hard for her independence, carving out her own path while standing by his side, not as his shadow but as his equal. Benedict couldn’t help but admire her more every day.

And yet, she still found time to help him with his commissions, offering sharp insights and critiques that only made his work better. She was more than his muse; she was his partner in every sense of the word.

"I can’t believe it.” He turned back to his family, his grin widening. “Sophie Baek is going to be my wife today."

"Yes, we’ve heard," Colin teased from the doorway, still bleary-eyed but amused. "And if you shout it one more time, the whole of Wiltshire will know, too."

Benedict didn’t care. It wasn’t every day that someone fell in love at first sight and then actually got to marry that very same person. He had found his match, his muse, his best friend.

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(note: Sorry I didn’t post a couple of chapters but I will post the invites for those chapters shortly)

[invisibleraven]

working in the garden together / rose & julie

Whenever Julie needed to find her mother for anything, she knew there were three places she should look: the kitchen, the studio, and the garden. Today, the garden was the winner.

"Hey mija," Rose greeted her, swiping at her brow, uncaring that it left a streak of dirt behind. "What's up?"

"I was wondering if you could bring me and Flynn to the movies tonight?"

"It's Sunday, so you have school tomorrow. I don't think so baby girl."

"We'd be out by ten!" Julie argued.

Rose sighed-she never liked being the mean parent, much preferring to be the cool, nice one. But Ray was at Carlos' game, and she didn't have it in her to summon Victoria for back up. "Julie, I said no. You two can go Friday night if you want, have a sleepover afterwards and everything. Just not on a school night, okay?"

"Fine," Julie grumbled, rolling her eyes.

Rose fully expected her to stalk back into the house-typical teenaged behaviour-it is what Rose herself would have done at Julie's age. But instead Julie knelt beside her, pulling a weed out from amongst the cilantro.

"You missed one."

"Thanks. You want to help? Would go a lot faster with four hands."

"What are you doing besides weeding?"

Rose nodded to a few pots off to the side. "I want to put those sunflowers under the kitchen window, so I need to move the rhododendron first."

Julie nodded, gathering her hair back and grabbing gloves, helping her pull the rest of the weeds before they moved on.

It was quiet work at first, which Rose got, figuring Julie was still a little peeved about the whole movies thig. She'd talk when she was ready.

"Why sunflowers?"

Rose shrugged. "I like them? They're bright and cheery, easy to look after. Plus their your papi's favourite."

"I always figured he loved roses best," Julie snarked, which made her mother snort.

"He used that line on me when we were courting, but in the end-turns out he likes sunflowers more. But they pair better with dahlias anyways," Rose replied.

"Why are dahlias your favourites?" Julie asked, carefully uprooting the bush she was working on.

"They're pretty for one," Rose stated, sitting back to take a break as the space they needed was cleared. "They also mean inner strength-something a girl like me needed growing up in San Juan with a mother like mine. They remind you to be kind even when others are not, and represent devotion-something I had plenty of, even if it was towards music and men my family disapproved of."

"They like papi," Julie remarked.

"They like him now, yes," Rose replied. "When we were both struggling art students living in sin here in LA, not so much."

"Did his parents like you?" Julie asked. She didn't know much about her paternal grandparents, never having met them. She assumed they had passed, but it was still odd that they were never mentioned or had any pictures around the house.

"They never met me," Rose replied. "They disowned your father before we even met. But... I think that's his story to tell you, when he's ready."

"So... he has no family?"

"Of course not! You, and me, and Carlos, heck even your tia, we're his family!" Rose insisted. "Plus the Petal Pushers, and Trevor, and all his friends. Blood doesn't make family mija, love does."

"I like that," Julie stated.

"I thought you might," Rose replied. "Now let's get these sunflowers planted, and then we can have a nice glass of lemonade before we start on supper. How do you feel about enchiladas?"

"Very much in favour of."

Rose grinned, stretching as she stood to grab the pots, Julie smiling as she popped up much faster, but Rose could only shake her head at her daughter's cheek-she got it from her after all.

Julie was hers-something she nurtured and helped bloom-just like her garden. And even though she could see that she was starting to grow beyond her, Rose couldn't wait to see how she blossomed as she did.

[mbakuetshurisprincess]

From My Headphones: Mountains

AN: Hello my loves! I really just wanted to write something today so we went back to old faithful and pulled something from my song inspo playlist. This thing really is like a quick writing palate cleanser for me in full honesty, hence why it’s so short lol. I really didn’t even wanna put a tag list on this one cause it was so short lmfao. 

Summary: Who else would Shuri turn to in her time of need?

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of injury that’s it I think.

Word count: 1,068

Part 1.  Masterlist.  Taglist.

Suggested listening: Mountains - Charlotte Day Wilson

“Up on the mountain (up on the mountain) Searched through the valley (searched through the valley) You hear me calling (you you hear me calling) Won't you come find me? (Won't you come and find me?) Please don't forsake me (please don't forsake me)”

It had to be easily two or three AM when the familiar sound of a certain someone knocking at your door came. Groggily throwing a large fur over your shoulder and slipping your feet into your slippers you opened the door, greeted by an injured Shuri. She stood sheepishly there, staring down at your feet waiting for you to say something.

“This is the third time this month Shuri.”

“Does that mean you’re going to leave me out here? I mean, I trekked all the way up here in the snow.” The young Queen rocked on the balls of her feet, pulling her bottom lip into her teeth.

You stared at her for a moment, contemplating if denying her to teach her a lesson would be best in this case. But as much as you wanted to, your heart said no. Here Shuri was, feeling comfortable enough with you to come to seek your aid when she was at her most vulnerable.

No, you could never turn her away when she was like this.

Stepping aside to let the poor girl in, Shuri breathed out a thank you. Appreciative that your thin patience hadn’t run out just yet.

At this point you two had turned this whole ordeal into a dance, knowing the ins and outs and working with each other to make sure you had all the materials you needed. While you pick out an incense stick to set the room, Shuri grabs the matches from the cabinet above you. Making sure to breathe ever so slightly down your neck when she, leaving goosebumps in her path.

As you clear your small kitchen table of its wood decorations, Shuri strips out of the thick over-layers that she wore on the climb up here. Leaving her just in her sports bra and leggings. You try not to oggle at the sight, this was about healing Shuri, not praising the God’s for giving her a perfect body. Shuri however was amused at the way you pulled your eyes from her quickly as if you’d seen something you weren't allowed to.

This dance you two did ended with Shuri laying on her back on the table and you standing over her, a bowl filled with various herbs in your hand. There was only one injury Shuri came to you for, the one thing she didn’t trust anyone to try and heal; her injury from the fight with Namor.

Looking down over her as you gathered some of the mixture in your hand you analyzed the wound. Clearly, she’d reopened it doing God’s know-what and tried to get it to reseal by itself with no success. “What did you do to it this time?” You distracted her with a question as you applied the first layer.

She groaned slightly when your fingers made contact with her skin. No matter how gentle you seemed to be, that area was always extra sensitive. “I was helping with the rebuilding efforts in the River Tribe, moving things, stuff like that.”

“Mhm,” You encouraged her to continue on as you applied the second layer thicker this time.

Shuri’s eyes studied all of your movements. How focused you were on the task at hand, how every movement seemed filled with intention and you allowed not even a drop to go to waste. “I was playing with some of the children, showing off my strength.”

This pulled your eyes away from her stomach and up to her own. Giving her a look that let her know you were not pleased.

“What!” She cried out in mock defense. “They’re small children, what was I supposed to do? Not pick them up?”

You rolled your eyes. “Uh huh yeah whatever. So you pick them up and then what?”

Shuri lets out a sigh, moving her hands from her side to rest interlaced behind her head. This put her toned upper body right in your face and it took everything in you not to feast on what she was so clearly dangling in front of you. “Well of course when I feel my stitches rip, I can take a good guess that picking up all twenty of them was not the best idea. So when I got back to my lab, I whipped something up quickly to deal with it and went about my day.”

You shook your head as you wiped the last bits of the mixture onto her skin, encasing the previous two layers with this one. “That’s your problem.” You declared as you cleaned up your workspace, Shuri sitting up from the table and looking down at your work.

“What’s my problem?” She asked as she hopped off the table and followed you around the kitchen. Not giving you a lick of space to yourself. This was on purpose and you knew it, Shuri didn’t get a lot of time to spend with you. With your house being situated deep enough into the Jabari Land mountains your own brother M’baku had famously declared he would never make the trip. And Shuri’s newfound responsibilities being Queen and Black Panther, time just wasn’t on you two’s side.

But that didn’t stop Shuri from coming to you anytime she was injured, using it as an excuse to turn up at your doorstep at odd hours without invitation. Knowing you’d never turn her away.

“Your problem,” You turned around to answer Shuri but found that she was right behind you. “Is that you keep expecting a machine to heal something that only you can.”

Shuri sighed at your words having heard a variation of this speech before a million times. “I’m serious ihunanya (love).” You reached out and ghosted your fingers over where the paste had now completely dried to her skin. “You can’t use technology to heal this, nor can you expect me to with my herbs. Your body will heal once your mind has.”

You looked up at her hoping that maybe this time your message had gotten through to her, but you couldn’t tell.

“Can I stay here tonight?” Shuri’s request came quiet, it wasn’t unusual, but it did come as a shock to you that she asked. Typically you would just go to bed normally and she would join you, no questions asked just a mutual understanding. But tonight you had a feeling this was about more than just sleep, Shuri was searching for connection.

“Of course.”

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[halfagone]

Hey hey Halfa dear,

Idk if this thought is anything you might find interesting, feel free to do whatever with it or nothing with it, or anyone else if you publish this;

I read something probably like a decade ago now that featured someone getting letters with no return address. They would come inconsistently but they were all from the same person just kinda addressed to the whoever lived at the random address they picked. Just talking about their life.

I just remembered this idea and thought it might be an interesting plot device. Maybe this is a Danny writing them trying to process what he's going through after something ghostly, or if he graduates and decides to start traveling with Dani for a bit he writes these to process.

Or maybe, even, he gets the idea to write these letters after becoming a halfa, or any of the big wild events of his life. And like he doesn't include directly identifying info, but he vents about what's happened, and he just writes them as ways to vent, and, well, they end up being delivered to a bat. Idk which bat. That's up to you. (I do think it's something that would grab Jason tho, his dramatic Jane Austen loving ass would love this shit)

I think for like why Danny starts, it could be that like Jazz is trying to get him to do something to take care of his mental health, so if he's not willing to do therapy or talk about things, suggests things like writing a letter to no one, and well, he does in a moment of needing to let out his emotions some how, and then impulsively like mails it and feels lighter, so he just... keeps doing it.

I just think this has the potential for so much angst and also, shenanigans as the bat on the other end like desperately tries to find the person writing these letters. Esp if there's like a tech blackout for Amity, so like traditional mail is the only real way information can get out of Amity, and since he'd have to be dropping it stamped in a mailbox and not just in his own, since this relies on not having a return address, no reason to suspect this letter is from Danny or that it contains anything they're trying to suppress

Okay now that I've dropped off this idea with you im gonna go try to get some sleep, 💜💜💜💜

HOHOHO Okay... Possibly big brain moment? We'll have to wait and see? But! Danny has been living in the Ghost Zone ever since a really nasty incident (could be with his parents or the GIW, whatever your imagination prefers) so that he can heal and gather his strength. (He's an adult here, he doesn't have to worry about things like school and mandatory reporting.) And while he's in the Infinite Realms he ends up going into what is essentially a black market that's filled with, like, mortal magical items. (It's black market because if Walker hears about it, they'd all have to scatter like the rats getting found in the kitchen from Ratatouille.) He finds this mailbox, if you will, and it looks like something someone just ripped off a post from a suburban street and just kept for some reason? But the dealer insists that it's magical, cursed even! It doesn't have much of a function, though. As far as they've come up with, the mailbox just burns whatever mail you toss in there, so it's really just useless. Cursed! But useless.

But Jazz has been insisting a lot recently that he should really do something about his mental health. He needs to unload his feeling somehow, and no, punching the first person closest to you is not the way to do it! So Danny's like, hey! One man's trash is another man's treasure, I'll take it!

So Danny gets this mailbox set up, and he writes his letters and, just for kicks, writes these really weird, obscure no-context phrases on the front of the letter every time before he tosses it in the mailbox to- presumably!- be burned to ash. it can be anything from "potato salad" to "blood of my enemies". Danny doesn't really put too much thought into it, he just thought it was a fun little thing he gets to do, to lighten the mood you know?

But then Jason gets these letters. The first letter he receives in his mailbox doesn't have a stamp, doesn't have a return address, and it's not even addressed to him, but he thinks one of the rival crime lords must have sent it to him because the outside says, "YOU ARE NEVER SAFE."

Obviously he has to take it seriously, so he reads it even if it's not technically addressed to him. And at first he thinks someone is just fucking with him. Maybe Damian and Tim somehow managed to work together to write this mean-spirited prank? He tries not to think too deeply into it, but he does try to do research on some of the topics the letter brings up and he can't find anything??

And the letters keep coming. He's gotta admit some of the shenanigans the letters mention would be really good for a novel, and Jason can get so engrossed in the descriptions and he always gets a good laugh at the snarks. But then he gets a letter that has no words written on it, just a little, cartoonish heart scribbled on top. Jason is a little surprised, but he's not not going to read it, you know? So he reads the letter, and he finds himself quickly falling in love with this imaginary, mysterious person that's naming everything they love in their life, trying to show appreciation for the things they miss, and all the things they wish they still had. And fuck if Jason's not bawling his eyes out by the end of it.

Danny might have sent these letters out as emotional catharsis, but Jason is seeing himself in these letters too. And maybe, just maybe, Jason can heal along the way.

Now Jason is desperate to find the other person. Because that letter was way too emotional to be a joke. Not to mention there were dried tear stains on that letter, and surely that should help them somehow! He calls in some favors and gets some magic folk on the case, only to find out that whoever is sending these letters is in the Ghost Zone. But Jason knows they're alive (er, well, alive and dead, but it still counts!) and he just really wants to know if they're safe and well-taken care of, and are they lonely? Do they need help?

So he gets the magic-user helper to... fix up his mailbox a little. Obviously, there must be a connection of some kind between this mailbox and wherever the other guy is sending his letters through. The letters don't follow him to every safehouse or anything, just this one. By the end of the week, Jason has a huge packet, filled with all sorts of emotions and admissions, and just so much affection (no, he's not in love, stop laughing Dick it's not true).

Danny goes to open his mailbox to send through another letter and just screams his head off when he sees the manila folder on the other side.

When he realizes he's been sending someone all his rants and rambles and one too many vents, he's absolutely mortified.

I loved this so much, thank you for sharing this. I hope you did get some rest!

[mirthlxss]

Hello my dear, I was so sad when this blog went a little AWOL due to the gross anons, miss mam you can't leave me hanging like that... seeing you slowly coming back made me SOY excited, I hope you find the time/strength to get back to Off To the Races... In the mean time, could I please request some general Price content? I love how you depict him, do you have any general headcanons for the big guy > :£

Sincerely, your Tumblr stalker... Haha, just joking!

You’re lucky I have a few of these knocking about, here are some random Captain Price headcanons. I’mma be zesty in saying they align with the John we know in Off to the Races. 

Captain Price understands and appreciates the humble goodness of simplistic food. The man will stand in the safe house kitchen and harp on about how a well-timed egg with lashings of pepper and salt is practically gourmet when done to perfection. As much as this is true, he is also the sauce king. How can the two exist simultaneously? When it's his own cooking: hearty, jejune in a very English stew type of way. But at base? God, he hates the canteen food, only the right balance between various sauces can smother the tin taste of inadequately drained brine tuna. Has an extensive collection of bbq and hot sauces. Won’t share them. 

Thought that if he hadn’t gone into the army that he would’ve become a carpenter of some degree, appreciates the intricacies of woodwork and likes to let his fingers draw over the ridges of a well-carved decor. Would love to take a few classes in his spare time though he’s never committed to it, always finding one excuse or another. That doesn’t stop him from buying certain wooden trinkets, favouring darker wood, he has an ornate hand-carved box to keep his cigars. Often gazes thoughtfully upon it as he smokes in the office. 

His father had cancer when he was quite young, he felt extremely guilty leaving for the army at sixteen but he knew he’d be more use put to work than he’d be causing trouble around the town. John had a lot of pent-up emotion and no positive place to put it, aggravated at life and the lot he was given. It stressed his parents to no end, mostly his mother. Between his sisters, father and himself, she was strung out and tearing at the seams. Sometimes he questions whether he did it for himself or his family, he often concludes it was for both. He was given leave in his early twenties to go say his goodbyes at the hospice, doesn’t think he’s ever really recovered from that moment. It seems like every death he’s experienced after that felt innately personal, he carries each one and hasn’t figured out how to put any of them down to rest fully in his mind. 

Loves his mother dearly, more than his sister though he’d never admit that. Sends her postcards when he can, doesn’t talk much to his siblings but remembers to buy them somewhat last-minute gifts at Christmas, mostly pre-wrapped toiletry sets he’s grabbed a the pharmacy whilst he’s stopped along the motorway home. Doesn’t go to family gatherings as much as he should, with each bit of war that stains his consciousness he feels more and more detached from his former self, like a ghost in the room with his family as he watches them with their children and wrinkles slowly forming from smiling over the years. 

Soap has tried, and failed miserably, to set John up with blind dates. He outright refuses, or somehow, already knows who he’d be going with and then refuses. Somehow always finds some overthought, finicky excuse, convinced he is destined to be a little lonely. He’s had partners before and has dated around but as the years pass by he’s given less and less thought to actually pursuing anyone, more time given to ruminating on the life he could’ve had. One somewhat like his siblings, smile lines, Christmas and cheeky children. 

Is hilarious at team 141’s karaoke nights when they all get too drunk and stumble back to the shared common room. Gaz bought a second-hand karaoke machine from a charity shop and they’ve had endless fun with it. Price likes Nickleback, won’t hear anything else about it. Is surprisingly good at singing How you remind me, has the rasp for it. Also surprised the boys with his rendition of Poker Face, particularly in response to catching Soap training to it. Won’t admit that he sang it, claims they were all drunk and delirious, which is completely true but that doesn’t explain the video.  

Thank you for the support, I am slowly coming round to another chapter, just gathering the mental agility needed to volt over the potential of new anons ;)

[hischierswhore]

what a time

pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader

TW: cursing // flashbacks

A/N: heavily inspired by "What A Time" by Julia Michaels & Niall Horan

You had been okay. After months, you’d finally managed to move on without Christian by your side. 

At least, that's what you told yourself.

I haven't been by your side

In a minute, but I think about it sometimes

Because you were fine. You are fine.

Except for all the nights you cried yourself to sleep. Except for all the times you couldn’t concentrate on anything except for the thought of him. Except for all the things you saw in your everyday life that reminded you of him.

So, in conclusion, you were not fine. And the pain seemed to be never-ending.

I think of the night in the park, it was getting dark

And we stayed up for hours

What a time, what a time, what a time

"I love you" You smiled as you laid on the blanket that was spread across the grass, staring up at the night sky. Christian was doing the same as you, taking in the beautiful sight of the stars shining brightly. He shifted his focus from the sky back to you, giving you a smile before pulling you closer to him. The sound of the wind silently whipping through the trees was the perfect background music as you laid next to him. 

As a result of the brightly illuminated stars shining down on the pair of you, you felt like he was glowing. Like he was the only thing that gave your life the light you needed to survive. Nothing else could make you feel the way he made you feel. You loved nothing more than you loved him. 

"I love you too" He whispers into your hair as he presses kisses from your temple down to your neck. Your stomach always fluttered when you got an "I love you" out of him, and it took every ounce of strength in you to suppress those butterflies and pretend like you didn't get all nervous inside whenever you heard him say those words.

Even after years together, the metaphorical butterflies never stopped showing up whenever he was affectionate with you.

You clinged to my body like you wanted it forever

What a time, what a time, what a time

You wished you could stay like this forever, resting in Christian's arms as if nothing else in the world mattered.

I know we didn't end it like we're supposed to

You honestly don't even remember what your final fight was about. It was simply one of many during the last few weeks, fueled by insecurities, jealousy and bad memories. You had screamed at him and he had shouted back, the pair of you throwing words at the other that you didn't mean. Words that were filled with hate and hurt as you both felt backed up into a corner.

You knew that things had gone too far when he started packing his things, pacing through your apartment to collect all of his belongings as you just watched him make his way around the place you both called ‘home’, with him mumbling his frustrations to himself, which only made the whole situation even worse with every poison-filled word.

"I fucking hate you."

Those were the last words he had said to you before aggressively slamming the door behind him as he exited your shared apartment, leaving you alone in the overwhelming silence that felt so loud.

This wasn’t an unusual thing for the pair of you. Usually, he would leave and go for a walk, or maybe crash at a Mason's house for a night or two while you were bawling your eyes out into his pillow, his sweet scent still lingering on the fabric, making the painfully empty feeling in your chest even worse. But he would always come back.

Until he stopped.

And now we get a bit tense

I wonder if my mind just leaves out all the bad parts

"Wanna make cookies?" Christian asked as you felt yourself clinging to his body in the middle of the kitchen. You simply nodded, whining slightly as he moved away from you to prepare the cookie dough. You sat atop the counter, watching him gather all the necessary ingredients before setting his focus on mixing. He looked up to find you staring at him, leading him to send you a wink before grinning to himself.

A few of his curls had fallen onto his forehead, gently swinging back and forth as he moved.

His soft lips turned into a light smile as he mixed the bowl of ingredients. It was such a simple task, but he looked so breathtakingly beautiful doing it that you couldn't help but smile happily, reminding you of one of the many reasons why you loved him.

He gave you happy moments like this, moments where you felt so glad that you had him in your life, making you forget about all of the times you were heartbroken or hurt by him, just because you were sure he would always find his way back to you.

I know we didn't make sense

I admit it that I think about it sometimes

"I just don't understand why you’re still with him" Your best friend asked you at a party as you leaned against one of the walls in the living room of her boyfriend’s house. Her words were going in one ear and out the other, as your eyes focused on Christian, who was sitting across the room, laughing with a few of his friends in the middle of the room. He’d send you a smile or a wink every so often to let you know he was only thinking about you.

"We’re made for eachother, Y/BFF/N" You sighed contently, taking a sip of your drink while still focusing on Christian.

"That’s what you say now" Your friend continued, your gaze reluctantly letting go of Christian to look at your friend, only to find a genuinely worried expression on her face. 

"You just keep on hurting each other, this is not healthy for either of you. It's like you're eachothers drug. So bad for each other, but so addicted"

“I mean, Taylor Swift did say ‘My drug is my baby I’ll be using for the rest of my life’ so…” You shrugged before receiving a slap in the arm from her. 

“I’m being serious, Y/n”

"I know, I know" you reasoned, glancing over at Christian once again, who was laughing at something Mason had done. 

"Without him, I'd feel nothing. I'd be empty."

I think of the night in the park, it was getting dark

And we stayed up for hours

What a lie, what a lie, what a lie

The night you & Christian had spent in the park had been the same night he had sworn to never leave you. He had whispered it in your ear shortly after saying he loved you. It had felt like he knew everything about you, and accepted you, loved you, nonetheless.

"I'll never leave you, princess, I promise. We belong together. We were made for each other"

You clinged to my body like you wanted it forever

What a lie, what a lie, what a lie

For you and I

You had waited in front of your door for days, barely eating & sleeping as you awaited Christian's return. You didn't know how many days had passed and honestly, you didn't care. You knew he'd come back. He had promised it. He had told you he loved you and would never leave you. And now he had.

He had left you.

Slowly, it dawned on you that he was not coming back, no matter how long you'd wait for him. Everything he had told you about his feelings, it had all been lies. You didn't mean anything to him. And since he'd been the last real source of stability in your life, you didn't mean anything to anyone.

You were alone. No matter how loudly you screamed and cried from the stinging pain in your chest, no one would care. No one would check on you.

What a lie, what a lie

For you and I

And although no one had ever hurt you like he had, no one had ever loved you like he had.

For you and I

If you had the chance, you'd go back to him and make things different. Maybe you wouldn’t have ended up so hurt and alone if you had done so from the start. If you were only given the chance, you'd do everything differently.

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[da-mous]

Little by little, night by night, Her Moonlight quietly gifted herself away to Her Sunshine, her love

A siphon attached to Her Moonlight's heart, silently giving up her own blood, drop by drop

Whenever Her Sunshine awoke, she would beam with a joy, a vitality so radiant it reflected off Her Moonlight's face, and they would smile and laugh and adore one another as they faced each new day

Her Moonlight knew she was a perfectly chipped pearl in the infinite black nothing, beaming brightly under the endless light of Her Sunshine

Her Moonlight felt more and more frail every day, but as long as Her Sunshine beamed so brightly, she knew it would all be ok

Then Her Sunshine fell ill

Her Sunshine lay bundled in blankets and pillows, cold as the night air. "My Moonlight, what is happening to my body?" Her glow was faint, growing fainter as the weeks wore on

And she stayed ill

"How do you know?"

Her Moonlight came in close to reflect what was left of Her Sunshine's light back at her. "You are ok, My Sunshine. You will be ok"

"I just know"

"But how...? Please... I need to know I am ok. What makes you so sure?"

"I just am, My Sunshine"

Her Moonlight pumped more and more blood every night, knowing Her Sunshine's radiant light would soon be illuminating Her Moonlight's beautiful, broken, perfect shape once again

Her Sunshine's light dwindled further

"Yes of course My Sunshine. Anything to see you beam again"

She called out from her nest of blankets. "My Moonlight, I can hardly get up. I hate to ask so much of you, but will you make me some soup? I am so hungry"

But Her Moonlight was emptied out. Each day and each night took more and more of her. Her Sunshine was so ignorant to the toll she took. Her Moonlight had nothing left to give, but she knew how to hide that. She knew how to be strong in ways Her Sunshine could certainly never be

"One minute, My Sunshine"

Hours passed. Her Sunshine's stomach growled. "My Moonlight, I may have enough strength to do it myself if you cannot"

"No, My Sunshine, one more minute"

Another hour passed

"My Moonlight, it is ok if you cannot, I can do it"

"I just need one more minute"

Another

After another several minutes, Her Moonlight finally gathered what was left of her strength and went to the kitchen without a word. She prepared Her Sunshine a bowl of soup, imbuing the broth with one of her last drops of blood, and she brought it to her

"Please, My Moonlight! Why are you doing nothing?"

Silence

"Drink."

Her Sunshine saw her lover's pale visage, catching a glimpse of her emptiness for the first time. "My Moonlight, you look so pale. Oh gods... have I gotten you ill too?"

Her Sunshine, with no light left to radiate and nausea welling in her stomach, brought the bowl to her pale lips, and weakly drank of the broth. But her body could not take it. It rejected the broth onto her own lap

Her Sunshine held her face in her hands and shuddered, her tears finding their way down to mix with the broth. "I am dying, My Moonlight"

"Your... your blood, My Moonlight? You are giving me your blood?"

Her Moonlight grew angry, but not on her face. "I have given you everything, My Sunshine. My love, my attention, my blood. I have nothing left inside me"

"My Sunshine, every night I have given you my blood. It is how you used to radiate such warm light, that which used to reflect off of me, giving me shape. I have pumped you full of more and more blood every night but you have only kept your light for yourself"

Had Her Sunshine not figured it out yet? Had she not seen how little of Her Moonlight was left? Was Her Sunshine so self-absorbed as to not notice the sacrifices she made in the quiet stillness of every night? Was Her Sunshine even sick, or did she just want attention? The nerve to ask for soup when Her Moonlight had already given her everything...

"You were not paying attention"

"My Moonlight, I am so sorry. Why did you not tell me sooner?"

"My Moonlight, please stop doing this. I did not ask for your blood. Let me give you some back"

"Your light will never come back if you do"

"Then at least please stop giving me your blood. Please."

Her Moonlight took a second. She sighed, and then she nodded

But Her Moonlight was lost in the infinite black void. No light to give her definition, no rays to caress her perfectly broken form. Her Sunshine slept so roughly without Her Moonlight giving her blood. Her Moonlight hooked up the siphon one last time. And then again for the last time the next night, and once again the next

"I am leaving, My Sunshine. I cannot give you anything more"

This was her limit

Her Sunshine's face still gave off no light. Her Sunshine had taken everything from her and now she was asking for more yet again. Her Moonlight said nothing

"Wh...what? What are you saying? M...my Moonlight I am dying. I need you. Let me give you some of your blood back! Please do not leave me to take care of myself while I am like this!!!"

"You did this to yourself, My Sunshine. I am not responsible for your mistakes. You are still taking my blood. I am leaving now. I need to do this for myself"

Her Sunshine cried out in fear. "I have lost everything! Why are you doing this to me?"

Her Sunshine burned furiously. "WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME? MY MOONLIGHT, WHY DID YOU NOT LET ME HELP YOU?"

"Goodbye, My Sunshine"

Her Moonlight knew if she got close to Her Sunshine now, she could never bring herself to leave. Her Moonlight turned and disappeared into the infinite black void

Her Sunshine curled her body tightly into a ball, shaking and sobbing

Sunshine arose in the morning feeling energized. Suddenly she no longer felt ill. She got up to make herself breakfast, her light reflecting off the walls and back onto her own face

Moonlight arose at night in a faint pool of light. Her own body was starting to glow