#there are parts of you stuck in me and i hope to god the doctors never take the shrapnel out because it's the only thing that's keeping me

[crowleys-bentley-and-plants]

And so now everytime i see a black lily i think of you

[writingforatwistedworld]

Hi! Can i ask for a self aware twst when the reader surprises adopted Silver as their son. Like just pointing at him and saying 'you are my child now' with Silver, Lilia and Sebek. Hope you have a good day!

Hehe. Anon, you know what you are doing. In fact, I would say you even want the chaos. And for that I love you come here so I can hug you.

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, Diasomnia chapter spoilers (Lilias part, maybe Sebek), religion, violence, isolation, kidnapping, obsessive behavior

Lilia Vanrouge/(Platonic) Silver/Sebek Zigvolt-Adopting Silver

Oh ok. Cool cool coolcoolcoolcoolcool

Well, at least that one room dedicated to you in the form of an altar can now be used for more practical uses (finally)

When Lilia heard you say those words and point at his son, he fell from the chandelier he was dangling from

Not only did he have to navigate through not accidentally telling his son that he was the blood related son of an enemy general and that exactly this general killed Malleus mom

But also that he had now a second parent that also happened to be god

Mhm totally normal

Conversations to strangers about his family were already playing out like this in his head:

Hi, I am Lilia Vanrouge, yes the one in your history book, this is my son Silver, yes he looks like a certain knight, and my lovely partner and also parent of this lovely human, yes, FU**ING GOD THEMSELVES

Ah yes, sitting in church will totally not be awkward after this

Bro legit sits you down with a pen and paper, asking you to sign the marriage certificate

Asks you what flowers you want to have on your wedding. Doesn't matter if you are a woman, man or identify as something else, he is planning that

Also has already planned out how to get you into the Valley of Thorns without anyone noticing

Because no matter how devoted he is to you, he will always be too greedy to share your attention with someone else

You could have said this as a joke or some other protective instinct towards the silver-haired male but all that man's father hears is a marriage proposal

Lilia is just happy that you feel some sort of positive way to his family member (makes things easier when you are stuck in that cabin)

I mean, he did see Silver as a present from you, a child meant to bring him back to the light after being so long in the shadow of war

And now the three of you were together! How lovely!

Which would mean that you planned this all along. Dear Overseer, if you liked the idea of you being a family you could have just told him so

He will be the best partner to raise a child together you could dream of

And should someone dare to interrupt the perfect, peaceful life you three (plus two more) had, he wouldn't mind swinging that sword again

Wait what?

What do you mean with that?

Are you sure you want him to be your son? Really?

Apparently he was not the only one surprised since he could hear the thud of his father falling to the ground behind him and Seek screaming somewhere behind him

Be prepared for a silver haired knight to look at you with the biggest puppy eyes and ask "Do you really want me as you son?"

Critical hit! Someone call a doctor. I think the Valley of Thorns god can be killed by cuteness

After that he is glued to your side (even though you have to part sooner or later since he is not living in Ramshackle)

One morning you woke up to the guy standing there with some food being like "I made some food."

Like where the Heck did he even get the keys for the dorm? (He broke in through a hole in the ceiling)

Silver always comes running to you whenever he does something and wants praises

Once he was best in one of his classes and he stood there with the report like he could turn into a dog and get headpats from you any second

But, as I am sure you are aware of, this is a blog with yandere themes and we have to say goodbye to the fluff at some point

That sword training comes in handy is all I'm saying

I mean, he has probably enough strength to break someone's leg with his bare hands by simply applying some pressure

And that one Diasomnia student that tried to take his son-status away from him was found again in a not-so-compatible-state-with-life kind of situation

I'm letting you imagine what happened

Like Lilia he is ready to burn everyone who dares to interfere with your little family

The forests of his homeland are pretty though so no need to worry about the appearance of your surroundings once they bring you to your new home (who needs social interaction anyways?)

A second of silence

And then the screaming started

“OH HOW KIND OF OUR OVERSEER! TO SHOW A MORTAL THEIR KINDNESS AND CARING SIDE!”

Seek would be lying if he said that he wasn't surprised

You, aka the Overseer, aka some higher being, AKA GOD, were known in the Valley of Thorns to be kind and caring, yet also distant and never approaching others directly

But then you literally adopt someone, making that person someone in your inner cycle?

Well, if Sebek knew one thing then that those Priests were going to have a crisis as soon as they learned about this

Totally not jealous

He would try to get closer to you since, apparently, you did allow others to get close to you

But he was happy as long as you were

After all, he was now the (not-so-official appointed) shield of the Valley of Thorns, something he got passed on by his grandfather

So of course he couldn't be family with you

That didn't mean he couldn't “help” you

Someone intruded on that dinner you had with Lilia and Silver?

Ouch… that punch must have hurt

Whenever Silver or his Father had to interfere because someone else came too close then they were some incredibly slick (looking at you Rook) or lucky person

Don't let his loud mouth fool you

This crocodile has done unmentionables in your name in order to make things easier for your new found family

For what? Oh you know, becoming his neighbor back home… forever

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Heyy! I’m new here and I absolutely love your writings wksiwksjwjshe is your 300 event still open?

if yes I would love to req a cinnamon + poplar ! hehe thank you! (If it’s already closed then don’t mind me)

*HI sorry this took forever! But I hope you love it ;) Ace is such a filthy boy in this one, EYE certainly enjoyed it*

Pairing: Ace x Fem Reader

WC: 2200

Prompt: “Shh I know baby, I know it’s good. You’re doing so good for me…” 

TW: SEX, shameless flirting in public, Ace being kind of a pervert, reader is a bit older than young buck Ace, p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't) creampie (also don't) fingering, teasing, pet names, filthy language. the usual?

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You sat at your desk in the medical ward of the ship, up to your ears in paperwork. Blood test results to log, supply order forms to go over, you had so much on your plate and it was eating away at you. The rest of the crew was in the galley drinking but you were stuck working. 

Suddenly the door to the med bay swings open and in waltzes the crew’s head doctor. 

“Ok little chicken, that’s enough work for tonight.” Marco smiles warmly at you as he approaches your desk. 

“Please stop calling me that." You sigh and rub your eyes. "And I still have more releases to sign off on, and the IV tubing we use for Dad is on backorder, so I have to decide if we go up a size or down a size and did you know-“ You ramble on and on while Marco rolls his eyes. 

“I’ll handle it. Go out and have a drink.” Marco eyes your tired face. “Gods know you need it, kiddo.” 

You sigh. You feign a smile as you rise from your desk chair, the joints in your back and knees popping from how long you had been sitting. 

“Was… was that your back?” Marco asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes. Shut up.” You say as you push your way out of the med bay. You follow the sounds of music and riotous laughter towards the galley and enter quietly. You slunk between the groups of pirates towards the center of the room and grab a beer from the barrel full of ice. You pull your cigarette lighter out of your pocket and use it to pop the cap off your beer. You stow the lighter back into your pocket. 

“Hey, y/n! Over here!” 

You turn around and see a somewhat intoxicated Ace waving you over to his table. He had that stupid, goofy grin on his face. You smiled back and headed in his direction. He was standing around a wooden table with Thatch, Izou and a few other Whitebeard pirates and nurses. 

“Jeez y/n you look like you’ve been up for a week.” Ace teases you. 

“I think I have, now that you mention it…” You say and take a sip of your beer. 

“Man I haven’t seen you this down before, y/n. What the hell is going on with you?” Izou asks. 

“Well, since you’ve asked! I’m exhausted. I’m bored. I’m stressed. I can’t tell if I want 5 more beers or to fall asleep on the floor! I am wildly overworked and under-fucked.” You finish your rant and slam your beer. 

“Anyone else need another one?” You ask to the now silent group of people that surrounded you at the table. You were met with mostly blank stares, shocked at your sudden outburst. You turn and head to grab a new beer. 

“I’ll come with you!” Ace is quick to join with a mischievous smirk on his lips. 

He follows you like a puppy as you head towards the beer. 

“You know I can help you with that, right?” Ace grabs your arm and pulls you to face him. 

You laugh. 

“I don’t really think Marco would trust you enough to run my blood tests for me, but thanks.” 

“No no, the other part. The being under-fucked part.” Ace smirks down at you. Again, you laugh. 

“Haha, oh yeah? What are you, like 23? Like you’d know what to do with it if you had a chance.” You smile playfully and wiggle out of his grip, finally retrieving another beer. Ace does the same and sidles close behind you on your way back to the table. Suddenly Ace’s breath is hot in your ear as he leans in to whisper something to you. 

“Well I’ve got an 8 inch cock that might change your mind on that…” You stop dead in your tracks and your eyes widen. 

“Wha-?”

Ace passes by you and goes to join the table again. “Only if you want, though! Come on, let’s have another drink!” Ace beckons you over like he hadn’t just whispered the most crude, filthy thing in your ear 30 seconds ago. 

Convincing yourself you had imagined it, you snap out of your trance and return to the table to drink. 

You enjoy a few more rounds of drinks and you notice with each beer, Ace slides his body closer and closer to yours. You could attribute this to the size of your party shrinking as people headed off to bed, but at this point he was basically pressing his side into yours, occasionally grazing his warm hand over your hip. 

His touch was fleeting, but hot… it made you crave more. You found yourself leaning into him and he pulled you closer in return. He felt you shudder. 

“Oh man, y/n, you must really be tired. Do you need help getting back to your room okay?” Ace looks down at you with a devious smirk.  You knew what he was really asking.. and you were far too quick to respond. 

“Yes, I think I’d like that, Ace.” You smile and he wraps his arm around your hip and pulls you away from the table. 

Ace is all but giggling as he brings you back to your room, pinching and squeezing your skin anywhere he could tease it. He stops at your door and looks at you expectantly. 

You laugh. 

“Would you like to come inside, Ace?” 

“Hell yeah!” Ace practically jumps into your room behind you and slams the door shut. 

From the instant the door is closed, Ace’s lips are on yours. You barely had time to react to the kiss before he started tugging at your clothes. You laugh and pull back from the kiss. 

“Haha slow down!  We have all night Ace… I’m not going anywhere.” You purr at him and stroke his cheek. What a sweet, eager little thing he was. 

Ace nuzzles himself into your neck and plants a wet kiss. 

“‘M’sorry, just hate seeing you like this…” Ace continued licking and biting at your neck. You whimper. “Gonna fix it… gonna make you feel so good, baby.” 

Your cunt clenched in anticipated of what he was about to do to your body. Ace pulls your dress over your head and tosses it to the floor. He distracts you with more kisses as he unclasps your bra and pulls it off of you. Ace kisses down to your stomach and gently pulls your panties down. You step out of them and realize you’re completely bare in front of your friend. 

You covered your breasts instinctively. Those doesn’t go unnoticed by Ace, who was coming up to meet your eye again. He pulls your arm gently away from your chest and smiles. 

“Aww are you shy, baby?” Ace coos at you. You blush so hard you think your face might be on fire. Why was he having this affect on you? He was a young blowhard at least 5 years your junior, and yet he ended up with all of the control in this situation…

“That’s ok, come here…” Ace gets on your bed and sits up with his back against the pillows and headboard. “Let me show you why you don’t need to be shy.” He smirks and holds out his arms to you. 

You lick your lips and climb into Ace’s waiting lap. He positions you with your back again his chest, sitting between his legs. This position reminded you how Ace was still fully clothed and you were completely naked. Something about being so vulnerable in front of him was intoxicating… 

“Spread your legs, sugar. Show me that cute pussy.” Ace whispers in your ear as he pulls your legs over his own, spreading them as far as they could go comfortably. 

“Ace…” You whimper quietly, trying to turn your head away. You were embarrassed at how aroused he had made you, all while barely touching you… but not nearly embarrassed enough to ask him to stop. 

Ace wastes no time before his hands are on your dripping sex. 

“Holy shit…” Ace glides a finger up and down your slit. “Look at how wet you are, pretty.” His one finger turns to two fingers as he collects more of your slick from your hole and brings it up to rub firm circles onto your clit. 

“Ace! Fuck!” You throw your head back, body feeling like it was filled with static electricity. He had you so worked up that every little touch felt like it was amplified by 100. 

“You’re so wet that I bet I could just slip my fingers in..” Ace smirks and swiftly plunges the two digits into your hole. You moan. “And I bet that if I do this…” Ace begins to firmly pull and tap his fingers into that delicious spot inside of your cunt. “… you’ll cum.” 

“Shit, fuck, Ace! O-oh my- Ah! ACE!” You cry out and explode all over Ace’s arm and the bed in front of you. 

“Looks like I was right, huh baby? That’s a good girl, give it all to me.” Ace playfully reacts as he rubs at your clit to prolong your orgasm. 

“Fuck… Ace…” You lay heaving on your bed in Ace’s arms, the spasms from your climax finally ceasing. 

You feel Ace smiling into your neck as he peppers it with sweet kisses. 

“I wouldn’t know what to do with it, huh???” He chuckles into your damp skin. 

“Shut up and fuck me already.” You roll your eyes. 

Ace gently moves you out from between his legs and he rises from the bed to remove his vest and shorts. You audibly gasp at the sight of his huge member springing free from its confines. 

“Jeez you weren’t kidding…” You say softly, eyes not leaving Ace’s cock in front of you. 

“I’m a pirate, baby, not a liar.” He flashes you that stupid grin again. “Now face down, ass up, sugar.” 

You quickly oblige, grabbing a pillow to cushion your face that was now stained with mascara. The first thing you feel is a warm hand sliding up your spine and massaging your skin, then you feel the prodding of Ace’s thick cock at your sopping wet entrance, the heavy mushroom tip barely breaching your hole. Ace dipped his tip teasingly in and out… 

“Ace…. please…” You whine as you push your hips back to entice him to fully enter you. 

“Okay, okay, I’ll give it to you, you don’t ever need to beg for me, pretty.” Ace plants both hands on your hips and pulls your ass flush against his pelvis, sinking his cock as deep as it will go into you. 

Strangled moans leave the both of you as he bottoms out. Ace pulls out slowly, looking down to admire the wet mess you’ve already left on his cock. He pushes back in and you moan again, squeezing him involuntarily. 

“Gods you were right… this tight little pussy is under-fucked.” Ace speeds up his thrusts and you gasp, the wind nearly knocked out of you. “Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna make sure that never happens to you again… gonna fuck you every day… make you feel so fucking good…” 

Ace was slamming into you at an animalistic pace and you felt a second orgasm creeping up on you. You could feel the droplets of sweat from Ace’s face splatter on your back, as well as the crazed, possessive grip on your hips almost certainly leaving bruises. You couldn’t form words, only broken sobs and shrieks as your lover drilled into you, dead set on making you cum again. 

Tears fell from your eyes against the pillow and you whined, so close to reaching your peak again. 

“Shh I know baby, I know it’s good. You’re doing so good for me…” Ace coos at you. “Cum on my cock and I’ll fill you up, ‘kay sugar?” Ace leans forward and presses his chest to you as he continues his brutal assault on your pussy. He reaches one hand from your hip down and around to rub at your clit. The stimulation sends you over the edge and your orgasm rips through your whole body. “Ace!” You scream out and lurch forward, no longer able to hold your torso up with your arms anymore. 

“Good fucking girl! Now I’m gonna make you mine…” Ace praises you. 

You try to mumble out “please” but you truly have no idea if you were saying anything coherent.

“Haaa, fuck!” Ace cries out and spills his load impossibly deep into your warm hole. You whimper as you feel rope after rope of Ace’s hot seed filling you. Ace rubs firm circles into your hips as he calms down from his release. 

Suddenly, Ace pulls out of you and flops back into your bed and pulls you to his chest. You nuzzle into his sweaty pecs as you throw a leg over his hips. Ace pulls the blanket over the two of you, briefly leaning upwards to make sure your whole body was covered and comfortable before settling back on the pillows. 

“So you were serious?” You ask quietly. 

“About what, baby?” Ace answers as he strokes your hair. 

“About fucking me every day?” You chuckle. 

“Mmhmm…” Ace kisses the top of your head. “Tomorrow. And the next day.. and the next day… and the next day… and the next… and…” 

You hear Ace start snoring and smile. 

xx 

[phoneuserhana333]

.°˖✧ part 2/3: neighbor!doctor!abby / neighbor!producer!reader headcanons .°˖✧

tags: NSFW!!!, sick!reader, mention of nausea and illness, hand on throat, cliffhanger, ellie appears.

i acc hate how this part turned out :( i hope it’s somewhat enjoyable, barely proofread</3 sorry :((((

PART1 — PART2 — NSFWHC — N(SFW)HC

• you successfully forced abby into a temporary truce. sort of. falling sick and losing your voice, motivation and strength left you low on groceries and medication. so you opted to sleep through the nauseating headaches and eat oatmeal for breakfast, lunch and dinner. it was bad bad.

• so bad, in fact, that you sought out abby’s help. sure, she was a seemingly pretentious, stuck up ER nurse with a mean streak and a hatred for anything fun, but she had the medical knowledge you desperately needed to get back on your feet. plus, she definitely had pain relief medication lying around her house.

• this lead to a strange deal to form between abby and you; nurse anderson agreed to get food and medicine and deliver it to you until you got better, in exchange for three weeks of peace and quiet. hesitant, but desperate, you agreed. this was a huge win for abby. all she wanted was you to be quiet, after all.

• on the first day of your deal, you didn’t let abby come inside, claiming that you were quarantining and demanding she leaves the tote bags full of groceries outside. you barely managed to pull them into your home and the heaviness made you break a sweat, causing your fever to worsen. you texted abby that you were feeling worse and she managed to convice you to come over tomorrow after work for a check up.

• the day after, a defeated patient greeted abby at the door, avoiding her questioning gaze. she sighed and entered your home with a smaller bag filled with medicine and her briefcase with equipment that her dad gifted her. abby was a keeping her side of the deal to a t, she was determined to get on your good side, hoping you’d tune your partying and constant noisiness down for good.

• upon entering your home, the blonde was stunned. bookshelves, a grand piano, papers everywhere, even a chess board. you were smarter than she gave you credit for. the woman let you lead her to your bedroom where the air was thicker and the blinds were pulled down, hiding a bed full of tissues and forgotten mugs in the dark. fuck, her condition might be worse than i thought, abby thought to herself as she stared at your messy floral sheets, or she’s lazy, which might be even worse.

• abby checked you with the care of someone who has been in the medical field for decades, taking her time with you. your temperature was high and you were shivering, claiming to be cold while burning up. abby telling you to pull your shirt up wasn’t helping your trembling state either.

“take me on a date first, w-why dontcha?”

“sorry, y/n. i don’t date neighborhood brats.”

• you pout, too tired to argue, jumping when you feel the freezing stethoscope abby placed against your bare back.

“ow, ow, ow- abby what the hell?! s’cold!”

“god, you’re such a crybaby! here-“

• abby pulled away and warmed the metal with her hot breath, rolling her eyes as she did. your pitiful appearance was only surface level, a cruel reminder to abby that you weren’t a doe-eyed, helpless girl next door she got to take care of and feed soup, much to her disappointment. her cute little face is hiding a literal devil, abby muses, listening to your irregular heartbeat.

• what abby wasn’t aware of however, was how often she thought of you as cute. it was always- “that cute brat”, “…kind of endearing if she wasn’t so annoying” or even “a handful”, complaining to manny on the phone with her darkened eyes glued to your ass, watching as you rushed past her home to catch a train. abby was getting lost in thought, her brain full of aforementioned handfulls and soft plump skin and maybe even her landing a rough spank on- fuck. no. that was wrong.

• … right?

• you, on the other hand, were wide eyed and choking on words. abby placed her warm hand on the small of your back, forcing you to straighten up. she was moving the chest piece around, occasionally telling you to breathe deeper, in a voice that your hazy mind registered as surprisingly hot.

• what really made your heartbeat skip, was her thumb rubbing your back, tracing the elastic waistband of your pajama pants and then slipping underneath to explore the hidden skin. was abby aware she was doing this?! why weren’t you saying anything?!

• … why did it feel so good?

• abby pulled your shirt down, packing away her equipment as she started to speak, offering you a final diagnosis (“you’re so dramatic, it’s just a cold”). the blonde was peeking at your shaking form from the corner of her eye, watching you pick up your tissues and mugs, trembling with barely open eyes. it may be just a cold, but you were obviously drained.

“… ugh. lay down, okay? i’ll take these downstairs.”

• abby rolled her eyes and took over cleaning up your cups. she ignored your protests as she walked downstairs to your kitchen to rinse your dirty dishes in the sink and get your dishwasher started. when she looked up, she saw a few photos on the cupboard above the sink, memories of you and your friends.

• on the one in the middle, you were hugging two girls, playfully kissing one on the cheek, caught mid laugh. her gaze softens. you were a good friend. but a horrible neighbor. for a second, abby lets herself get lost in her head, her eyes staring at the polaroids, unblinking.

• the next few days went by quickly with daily visits from abby. you started to get better, taking it easy and trying to cough quietly as to not bother your neighbor. abby was tired; december was coming up and she was unsure of her plans for the holidays. work was becoming more stressful and the ER was full of people- well, more than usual.

• abby stopped visiting as frequently when she noticed you were getting better, instead sending you wave and tell you off for not cleaning snow off your doorway or wearing a jacket she deemed to be too thin.

• until she stopped acknowledging you altogether. abby was purposefully ignoring you and you just couldn’t find out why. you were used to her eyes following you around, guarding you in some way, like some weird nurse-angel. why was she slowly becoming a ghost you could barely catch a glimpse of? had you done something wrong?

• instead of simply confronting abby, you chose to ignore her back, sending cold looks towards her whenever you crossed paths on the sidewalk. abby, on the other hand, would blush, thinking about how she saw you in only your tiny maroon panties a week ago, naked and on display in your window. since then, she couldn’t look at you, scared that you’d somehow find out that you were the reason she’s been moaning at night the past few days. seeing you on the street would make abby shut eyes shut tightly, fighting her mind as it conjured the image of your pussy and your hard nipples hidden by lacy curtains on a cold december night.

• one thing lead to another, and both of you ended up alone on christmas eve. abby swore she was just going to check on you, see if you were alright. the sight of you with puffy eyes and pouty lips, wrapped in a festive blanket made abby feel fuzzy. before she knew it, she invited you over.

• emotions running high and a somewhat romantic candlelit dinner resulted in you falling into abigail anderson’s bed. she fucked you until morning came, overstimulating you into oblivion and not letting you go until she was satisfied. and after that, she made you hot cocoa.

• despite pretending to be nonchalant, you were a goner. abby had wrapped her hand around your neck and reached down your throat to squeeze your heart. you wanted abby to be yours so bad.

• abby, however, was still hesitant to commit to you. you were the best sex she’s ever had in her life, your hot mouth and tight cunt left her aching for days after, running home to you every night after work, but did she like-like you? what if you didn’t like her back? abby was used to being non-committal, so why was she so enamored with the idea of sharing her life with you?

• this inner turmoil didn’t stop abby from eating you out on your counter top, fingerfucking you while taking a bath together, letting you grind against her thigh in her bedroom.

• god, why was everything so intimate all of a sudden? abby ground you harshly on her chiseled leg, moving your hips with force and pulling a nipple, anything just to hear you whine. with your forehead pressed against hers, you whispered “please, abby. need you-“ and she was gone. her pace quickened as she moaned “good girl, goooood girl…” over and over again. you truly were the best girl ever, abby thought, as you rode out your high on her, now wet, leg.

• sex this heavenly landed abby in your house on new years eve, attending one of your infamous (and unexpectedly fun) parties. she met your friends, dina and jesse. and… ellie. she recognized the two women- they were on one of the polaroids in your kitchen, ellie was the girl who’s cheek you were kissing.

• ellie was too close to you for abby’s liking, touching your back and brushing a finger against your lips after you took a shot of tequila. why was she telling you to “take it easy, babe”, why was she calling you babe? abby felt her blood boil as she rolled her eyes at the overly flirty tone ellie used, taking a sip of her favorite wine you made sure to get just for her.

• just when abby thought that it couldn’t get worse, ellie tried to make a move on you.

“so, y/n. any-uh, plans on who you’ll kiss tonight?”

[leviathanspain]

he’s got that fire

doctor strange x reader

synopsis: you have an unusual relationship with your mentor/boss, and when he asks you to be his date to an important awards ceremony, you can’t help but relish in his fire

a/n: stephen strange is so lana del rey coded omff, so heavy sad girl vibes. i haven’t proofread and it’s longer than any of my usual works i think.

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he always told you how much of a gift it was for him to choose you. it was always like that, he chose you, like some god. that he had made your life better by choosing to be in it. he repeated that to you whenever you became ‘insubordinate’.

you never really argued though. you knew that it wasn’t ever the right thing to do, especially with someone so arrogant, you’d be wasting a breath and your career if you did so.

but you learned to live with his narcissism, he was the best surgeon in new york, and arguably in the states. his credentials are why you’ve never argued back.

this day was not any different.

“i said that we should do the shunt.” stephen stared at the films. he was cross, had been since the morning and was now profoundly irritated but hadn’t stated why.

“you’ll kill him. think about it, what if we do another approach in a few days? give him enough recovery time so that when you actually do the surgery, he won’t die on the table.” you explained your decision, but stephen had already stopped listening. he was shaking his head, clearly none of this was going as he wanted.

“stephen-“ you closed your eyes, already preparing to apologize for undermining him, when he shushed you. “i-“ you scoffed but didn’t say anything else.

“we’ll do it tomorrow. it’ll be the first surgery of the day, i want it to go well.” he recycled your idea, and turned around with a nod, “get me dr. palmer. i want her to be in there.” he demanded.

you looked up from your notepad and raised your eyebrows, “you don’t want me in there?” you were his student, his resident, you were assigned to scrub in on all his surgeries-

“no. i want dr. palmer. that is final.” he stalked over to the door, pulling it open and letting it shut behind him without another word.

you couldn’t lie and say you were disappointed. you had hoped that after last night, that you and stephen had finally come to an understanding. but this had just proved that he wasn’t capable of listening. and that he was still hopelessly in love with christine.

“dr. l/n.” a nurse had stopped you as you walked around, moping about stephen kicking you off the surgery. she handed you some papers, “dr. strange has requested you in his office. and he needs to sign these papers for the patient in 203.” she smiled thinly, clearly making you do part of her job.

you shoved the papers back, and stalked off.

you had swiped a salad on your way to his office. you had learned from the first few times that stephen requesting you in his office was like attending a lecture, all about him. and you wouldn’t starve if you were going to be stuck there.

you knocked on the door once before pushing it open. stephen was sitting at his desk, an untouched piece of salmon and greens was in front of him. he didn’t even look up when you walked in.

“what’s up?” you set your salad down, including some of your patient files. you took the chair opposite of his, and cracked open your salad.

“i hate it when you speak like that.” his eyes remained glued to his computer screen.

you looked up, rolling your eyes, “one of the nurses said you requested me? might i inquire why or are we just going to stare at each other and pretend like last night didn’t happen?” you were angry.

he could tell.

your voice shook with a twinge of rage that only he could be the reason behind. it was always the same twinge, it was the same twinge earlier when he had requested christine for the surgery.

his eyes broke away from the screen for the first time since you had walked in. he stared at you, as if trying to calculate this moment in his head. he paused, silence taking the both of you as he stared into your eyes.

“i- i didn’t want to have to do this-“ stephen sighed, “we’re at work. when we’re working, i’m your boss, you are my resident. we can talk about us, later.” he sounded so professional that if you didn’t know him so well, you’d probably throw yourself on the floor and beg for forgiveness.

“just tell me why you picked her over me. that’s all i want to know.” you challenged, your eyes boring into his.

stephen scoffed, “i chose dr. palmer because she is a more experienced surgeon than you. you would just-“

“fuck it up?” you finished his sentence and rolled your eyes, “if you don’t have faith in me than that is a reflection on your abilities as a teacher, as my mentor.”

“no it is not. because if you actually did what you were told, you would be on your way to making an incredible surgeon. but you aren’t. you’d be mediocre at best.” his words cut hard. he hadn’t blinked, and you didn’t dare to look away.

it was weakness to look away. you had to be able to continue to stare him down, if he was going to listen to you.

“i do exactly as i am told. last night was the perfect example of that, wasn’t it, doctor?” you raised your eyebrows and incredibly, stephen broke the eye contact.

“get out.” he returned his gaze to the computer screen and you were taken aback.

“what-“

“i said get out. get your shit, and get the fuck out of my office.” stephen didn’t hesitate to yell at you, which made you want to cringe.

you stood up, sighing as you collected your things, you had almost made it out when you stopped, hand lingering on the doorknob, “this is why christine left you. you’re a fucking asshole, and no one will ever love you.” he had turned, but you had already left before he could yell anymore.

you knew you shouldn’t have slept with your boss. clearly, as you sat at home instead of scrubbing in on a surgery, that it wasn’t working out well.

you had left the hospital after your little outburst with stephen. your pager kept going off, but you had ignored it since they were all from, unsurprisingly, stephen. you tossed and turned in your bed, not having the energy to do anything else.

he had ruined you. he had ruined you from the moment you had entered the program.

but yesterday, he had really ruined you. he ruined whatever perfect balance the two of you had. you knew him, and he knew you, but now you were too involved, too emotionally attached.

you couldn’t even curb your jealously. it wasn’t about your abilities or her abilities, it was the fact that he wanted his ex-girlfriend to scrub in with him, and not you.

stephen stared at the wall. he had been staring at it since you left. assumingely, you had gone home. all of his pages went unanswered, and he knew that he had really, really fucked up.

there was a knock at the door and stephen turned, “come in.” he had hoped it was you, but he never had to welcome you in. you’d always just waltz in, carrying food and random case notes.

“i’ve been looking for your resident all day. i heard she’s the expert on the case?” dr. palmer had graced his office for the first time in a long time. stephen didn’t have the best poker face when it came to surprises, and he couldn’t hide this one.

“uh-“ he laughed slightly, blinking as he focused on her, “yeah she wasn’t feeling well today. she might’ve gone home but the case is at the nurses station.” he didn’t smile, he never did at her anymore.

christine nodded, “hey, stephen.. why did you ask me to scrub in with you? if you already have a perfectly capable resident-“

stephen shook his head, “i- i just wanted you there. i don’t know why- but,” he shrugged, “i cant trust residents, can i?”

christine laughed awkwardly, her attempt at trying to get out of this was already shot to the ground, so she just exited.

you wanted to quit. you had spent all night practicing how you’d do it. you were going to go to his office, set the resignation letter down on his desk and walk out without saying anything.

but you couldn’t even gather the courage to print your letter out. you had left the paper jammed in your printer, half inked, as you left to go to work.

“good morning.” stephen greeted you at the nurses station. it was time for the early mornings rounds. you nodded, but didn’t say anything as you walked off.

stephen chose to ignore the fact that you ignored him, and walked after you, “i am going to need any and all case notes on that patient today.”

you scoffed, “why? you never read any of my notes.” which was true. he always thought your notes were just annoying little scribbles.

“they’re for dr. palmer. she requested that she get any notes relevant to the surgery today.” he responded.

“oh, okay. i’ll drop it off at your office along with all the respect i have for you.” and you turned a corner, leaving him in the dust for rounds.

you were sitting in the cafeteria, head in your hands over your tray of food, you hadn’t even noticed the people gathering around your table.

“dude- long time no see.” you looked up to see one of your old friends that you had met during your internship, thalia. before all of this, before him.

you smiled, a real one in a long time, “we’re residents. we’re lucky if we even have clean underwear.” you joked. she smiled, “i heard you’ve been working closely with dr. strange. how is it? he’s got the hands of a god, you know.”

you blinked, almost happy to be able to get through a conversation that wasn’t plagued by stephen strange.

you blinked, hesitating with your words until it all came spilling out. “we slept together. multiple times.”

thalia’s jaw fell, practically hit the floor as she stared at you in disbelief.

“and we’re fighting right now so i’d really love it if we could just move on-“

“dr. l/n.” you turned at the sound of that voice, abruptly ending your conversation with your friend, you couldn’t hide the shock on your face to see stephen standing in front of you.

he never came to the cafeteria. he was always too good for it, and it was evident that even just his presence was shocking enough. all other conversations seemed to quiet down to complete silence.

“stephen-“

“you’re scrubbing in. dr. palmer has another surgery that will run late so-“

you nodded, “understood.”

your unwillingness to say anything more was evident, and stephen would not open that can of shit right in the middle of the cafeteria for all the underachievers to hear.

he nodded, leaving as quickly as he came.

you stared at his hands moving gracefully in the patient. he was a god, it was clear in his work, that’s why he was the way he was.

“suction.” you immediately brought down the tube in your hands, sucking at whatever he pointed at.

his glove caught on the tube, the air trying to suck up his finger. he pulled back, just as you pulled the tube away.

“oh my go-“ you stared at the tube, and turned back to stephen. he raised his eyebrows just as you dipped your head back to laugh.

stephen looked around at the rest of the staff but didn’t say anything as you finished laughing by yourself.

you let out a sigh, your laugh turned into a quiet chuckle, even as you met his eyes, you still couldn’t stifle it.

“i’m sorry.” you apologized, “that was unprofessional and it won’t happen again.” you blinked, head bowed as you waited.

but stephen didn’t say anything, he looked up to stare at you once before going back to work.

stephen asked you to meet him in his office after the surgery. you had to practically throw yourself up each step to get to his office, exhaustion weighing heavy on your bones.

you didn’t even bother to knock this time, you just pushed the door open and dragged yourself in. stephen was sitting at his desk, but he had the case files in his hands.

he looked up once he saw you, and you took a seat across his desk. “you wanted to see me?”

stephen nodded, throwing down the case files, “this is good stuff.”

you blinked. hardly did stephen ever freely give compliments. you had thought you were the worst resident until he had called you “okay” once during an assistive surgery. another surgeon had said that meant you were good.

clearly stephen knew what you were thinking, and he grimaced, “christine suggested i read them.” you hummed in acknowledgment, “and she also told me to apologize.”

you looked at him expectantly, eyebrows raised.

“i am sorry for not calling you, or texting you after..” he mumbled off, “and im sorry for kicking you out of my office, it was rude and i am so-“ he faltered and you sighed, standing up.

he watched as you strode over to his side of the desk, hips swaying in your tight scrub pants. your hand gripped the leather of his desk chair, pulling it back as you positioned yourself on his lap.

stephen watched you carefully, watched as you dragged a finger across his cheek, smiling coyly, “i accept your apology, stephen.” you hummed again, “and i am sorry for what i said.”

stephen held your hips, his large hands tightening around them so you wouldn’t fall. “it’s okay. it’s okay.” he assured you, hands moving to caress your neck, he planted a kiss on your collarbone, just underneath your scrub top.

you shivered at the contact, but you were eager for more. stephen was hardly affectionate, especially at work. it made you wonder how it all even happened in the first place, as he was always so clipped with you.

stephen kissed your neck, sucking hard on the skin that you were sure they’d bruise.

“come away with me.” he whispered, “put on a slutty little dress and come away with me tonight.” he gripped hard on your hips, and you laughed, “what? where?” you were surprised he hadn’t mentioned anything about a trip to you.

“i was nominated for an award in california. the ceremony is tonight and i was hoping that you would accompany me.” he didn’t smile, but there was a hint of one.

“publicly?” you drew your brows together, hand on his shoulder as you looked into his eyes.

“well- people would only assume that we work together. but yes, publicly.” he nodded, and you felt your stomach drop to your ass.

“uh-“ you scoffed, “yeah. sure, i’ll go.” you couldn’t hide your hesitation. the last person that stephen ‘worked’ with was christine, and people would notice.

stephen nodded, “okay. i’ll see you tonight, kid.” his lips brushed past yours as he planted a kiss on your cheek. “tease.” you commented, gripping his shoulder as you hopped off his lap.

“i’m the tease?” he grabbed your wrist and you looked at the tent in his pants. a laugh escaped you, even as you strutted out of his office.

waiting was unbearable. you found yourself glancing over to the clock hoping hours would roll by until it finally did, and you were gathering your things to head home and prepare.

stephen said that he had arranged a private flight to california, and that he and a driver would be at your apartment by 8.

“are you out of here?” thalia, standing at the end of the hallway, broke you out of your thoughts, “i heard you’re going with strange to that ceremony?” you nodded, as you met her at the end, you couldn’t hide your smile.

she nudged you, smiling, “aw im so happy for you. especially after we all thought dr. palmer would go with him.”

your smile fell immediately and you stepped back, “what? why would you think that?”

thalia shrugged, “because he asked her. i heard them in the attendings lounge, when i had gone to find my-“ she continued to ramble on but you had stopped listening. you walked past her and slammed the double doors open. she called your name, but you were already in the wind.

all you could do was practically run out of the hospital, dashing past the front desk and out the doors. you panted, feeling the ache of a sob in your chest. you walked now, breaking down in tears on the way to your car.

how could he have asked her, before he asked you?

you realized you couldn’t go home now. stephen would be there soon to pick you up, to take you to an event that you weren’t supposed to be at.

stephen paced the apartment lobby. your doorman said that he hadn’t seen you since the previous morning. your car hadn’t been parked in its designated spot either, evident of your absence.

“fuck..” stephen muttered, his fingers breezing on the screen as he tried to call you. thing was, you always called him, never the other way around so he couldn’t remember the numbers to even dial.

he scrolled through his call list but it was a sea of unknown numbers, and stephen didn’t remember the last time you called.

stephen walked back up to the doorman, “can i go look in her apartment?” the doorman raised his eyebrows and stephen sighed, “i’m her bo-“ he paused, unsure of what to call himself, he grimaced, “i am her colleague. i just-“

the doorman nodded, there was a look on his face as he looked at stephen up and down, “yeah..i know who you are.” as he spoke stephen realized that it was disdain that this doorman held for him.

but as the doorman let stephen up, he didn’t even care how you talked about him, it was that you talked about him at all.

the apartment was messy. of course it was. you were a fifth year resident who clocked in more hours at the hospital than all the combined time spent at home. but it wasn’t dirty messy, it was a barely moved in, hadn’t had time to unpack messy. the stack of broken down boxes in the corner was evident. he pursed his lips at the sight, but continued in.

your bedroom was close, he could see the edge of a mattress through a cracked door. it was barren, besides the bed and dresser, it was filled with packing peanuts and a box of hospital scrubs. he hummed, stepping out and deciding to check out the next room.

he pushed the door open, revealing a very organized office space. there was a long desk along the wall, a chalk board took up the entirety of another wall, medical scrawl was all over it. pictures of anatomy were hung up, including unknown jars of specimen.

stephen was more than intrigued, he was impressed. the rest of your apartment was messy, barely lived in, but your work was your life, and your office was clear of that.

he trailed towards the desk, a dim light shone from your desktop, and he nudged the computer mouse to turn it on.

dear stephen,

i am writing to formally tender my resignation as a fifth year resident under your tutelage…

there was a mix of worry in his mind that he hadn’t felt in a long time. the rest of the letter was just professional bullshit on your decision to leave him. you weren’t leaving the hospital, you were leaving him.

but he had to get the truth.

it had been hours since the award ceremony. hours since it would’ve started at least, looking at the clock, you knew that it was time to return home.

stephen probably didn’t even make it to your house, since you hadn’t received a single call. the area you had gone to, outside of the city, still got decent cell service, so you knew he didn’t even try.

you no longer felt the rage of being overlooked in your career and in your relationship, all you felt was the regret of believing him. you tightly gripped your steering wheel, and silently drove back home.

stephen waited silently. he had looked through your pantry, trying to find something to snack on until your arrival; he knew he’d be there all night.

but didn’t take anything, deciding that he wasn’t even hungry, just restless and angry, and as soon as he heard keys jingle at the door, he stood up.

“stephen.” you were breathless, your hand was clutching hard on your doorknob as your bag hit the floor. it landed upright, but you pushed it to the side with your foot. stephen didn’t move, watching as you cautiously stepped forward.

“what- what are you doing here?” you swallowed thickly, hands feeling clammy against the rough fabric of your hospital scrubs. you looked at him up and down, eyes lingering on his sharp suit, hands positioned at his side. “i’ve been waiting for you.”

you nodded, “i’m sorry if you missed the award-“ you felt your voice shake, afraid of how this confrontation would proceed. you kept your eyes glued to the floor, afraid to look again into his striking face.

“you think this is about that?” he scoffed incredulously, his eyes narrowing at you. you could just feel the edge in his voice, it was the same edge that had haunted you nearly all of your residency.

he took your silence for shame, and continued, “i found your letter. when were you planning to hand it in? hmm? after you assisted on a major surgery or after i was presented with an award with you by my side-“ it was your turn to scoff. you looked up, walking towards him at a speed that had you now nose to nose.

“you think that i’m proud of being second choice?” your voice broke, and you sighed, knowing just exactly how this would end. stephen’s face fell, and he looked speechless at your emotion.

you inhaled a breath, trying to calm yourself down as you fought to say your piece. “i- i had to hear from thalia, of all people, that you had originally asked christine to be your date tonight.” you felt a tear fall down your cheek, “you come in here, into my apartment, look through my things and accuse me of what? riding your success?” you spat, your voice still wavered, but you carried on, “i’ve had to be second to the greatest love of your life. and i will not continue to be.” you sniffled, looking at stephen right in the eye, “i quit. i don’t ever want to see you or that fucking hospital again.”

stephen was absolutely wordless. he didn’t even know what to do with it, and as he watched you strut down the hallway to your bedroom, he found himself following you.

you sniffled, and noticed he was right on your trail, “get out, stephen. get-“

he stayed firmly planted, and instead raised his eyebrows, “christine is not the greatest love of my life- i thought she was.” you rolled your eyes, not wanting to hear his speech, “until i met you. and i’ve been selfish. i’ve been keeping you from your potential. so you should quit, be a better surgeon under someone who-“ he faltered, and his features softened, “who doesn’t love you.”

you felt your face get hot as you tried to speak. stephen strange just told you he loved you…

“it’s okay.” he stepped forward and you found yourself stepping into his embrace. he kissed your forehead, “it’s okay.” he repeated, assuring that it in fact, was okay.

as bittersweet the moment was, you had to release all of the truth, even if you knew it would only hurt him more.

“i love you, too.” you whispered, hands gathering up his suit fabric, gripping it tightly you didn’t want to let go. but he didn’t say anything, the two of you continued to hug until you practically fell asleep in his arms.

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It’s just past 3am when Steve finally caves and reaches for the phone on his night stand. His fingers are trembling slightly as he dials Eddie’s number — he knows it by heart even though he never called before. Eddie gave it to him a few weeks ago, making him promise that he’d call if he ever needed to talk.

“Any time of day or night, alright, Harrington? Call me whenever.”

And so that’s what he’s doing now, feeling strangely vulnerable about it. There’s no way Eddie’s gonna pick up. He’s gonna wake him. He’s gonna keep him from his sleep, possibly even interrupting one of the few nightmare-less nights he has.

Steve feels guilty the very second the dial tone meets the silence of his room, his chest heavy, eyes closed. Part of him hopes that Eddie won’t pick up the phone, that he’s in deep enough sleep to miss the call, that he’ll come into Family Video tomorrow and smile at Steve like he always does, none the wiser.

But, miraculously, amazingly, unfortunately, Eddie does pick up the phone. Rather immediately, at that.

“Yeah?” He sounds sleepy, and Steve’s heart falls immediately. He can’t get his mouth to work, only holding the phone to his ear, soaking up Eddie’s sleepy voice and trying to replace the guilt, the weakness, the heaviness of another sleepless night. “Hello?”

Steve remains silent. Can’t quite get the words to work. Fucking figures.

“Stevie? It’s you, isn’t it?”

He nods, stupidly, before saying, “Yeah. Sorry.”

“Hey now, what the hell do you have to be sorry for?” There’s shuffling on the other side and Steve imagines that Eddie is sitting up now, settling in to listen to the sob story of the nightmare Steve had without even falling asleep first. He does that sometimes. Doctor Owens has a fancy term for it, but Steve doesn’t want a label for his insanity. Because if there’s a label, that means it’s nothing special — and that’s kinda the only thing he has left.

But he doesn’t tell Eddie anything about that. Maybe one day. If he sticks around. Gods, but Steve hopes he does.

“If you’re sorry for calling me,” Eddie continues, his voice impossibly soft, “you don’t gotta be that. It’s fine. It’s why you have this number, alright? I’m here.” There’s more silence for a moment, but it’s the kind of silence that leaves him room to breathe. Eddie is good at that kind of silence, despite the fact that he talks so much all the time.

Maybe it’s the constant talking that makes the silences all the more significant.

“What do you need, Stevie?” Eddie asks then, and Steve hides under his blanket, the phone pressed to his ear. “I could come over. Or you could come over, I don’t really care either way.”

“No. Don’t wanna move. And…” No company, he wants to say, but the words get stuck in his throat. Sometimes company and kindness make the bad times worse. They make it more real, and what Steve needs is for everything to be a little less real. Maybe that’s why he’s calling Eddie. There’s no way that boy with his doe eyes and his wide smiles and his gentle voice in the middle of the night is real.

“Alright, I got it.” Eddie breathes deeply on the other end and Steve remembers that that’s a good idea actually, so he follows Eddie’s breath for a while.

“Can we just…” He trails off. Gives up on finding words, cringing at himself, glad that Eddie can’t see him like this.

“Can we what, hm?”

Steve shakes his head and remains silent, knows that his voice will sound anything but strong when he opens his mouth, and every second Eddie doesn’t hear what a mess he is, is important.

“I’m bad at this,” is what he settles on, closing his eyes against the world inside and outside his blanket.

“At what? Sleep? Words?”

Yes, and yes. But it’s not what he means. “Asking for things. I’m not good at that.”

“Hey, neither am I,” Eddie says and it sounds like he’s smiling. Steve imagines it and he hopes, oh he hopes that Eddie is smiling. “Y’know how I told you to call me whenever? That was essentially me just asking for you to call me. To know that… that I’m here.”

“I do,” Steve says quietly, and his body is sort of trembling with the confession. “I do know that.”

“Good,” Eddie breathes. “So what do you need?”

Steve sighs and pretends he’s somewhere else, pretends he’s in a world where asking is easy, where being known comes naturally and not with shaking voice and trembling hands. Pretends Eddie knows him already.

“Can we just… Fall asleep like this? Talking, I mean, though I don’t even know if I have things to say. The silence is more important anyway. You’re good at those, did you know?”

A light chuckle comes from Eddie, and Steve smiles along with it. “I’m good at silences? Me, Eddie Munson? You sure you don’t have the wrong number?”

“Very.” It’s all Steve says, and then it’s Eddie who’s quiet— as if to prove his point.

“Yeah, Stevie,” he says after a beat, his voice making Steve shiver. “We can fall asleep like this. Do you need me to talk to you, or…?”

He considers briefly, but he already knows the answer. He doesn’t need Eddie to talk. Just needs him to be there.

“Nah. Just… Just be there?”

There’s a hum now — the same kind of hum that Eddie always does right before giving him that secret smile of his, when he’s about to touch Steve or give him a new pet name. Sometimes, when the door to Family Video falls shut behind Eddie and Steve is left to deal with his fluttering heart, he likes to believe that this him has been placed into the universe with his name to it.

He wonders if Eddie knows. If the hum tastes like his name, if it makes Eddie’s heart flutter just as much.

“Hey Stevie?” Eddie interrupts their silence after a while and Steve can’t fight the smile on his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Did you know that otters hold hands at night so they don’t drift away from each other in their sleep?” He waits for a moment, allowing for a reaction, leaving another silence for him to claim. He does, but only with a smile as he grips the phone tighter, imagining it to be Eddie’s hand. “This sorta feels like that.”

The trembling that hasn’t really stopped is back now, the air heavy with implications and possibilities. Steve swallows.

“You keeping me from drifting away, Munson?”

“I hope so.”

It’s whispered words across the lines, crossing lines and blurring them. It’s taking his breath away, replacing it with something else, something new, something he has only felt when they were alone, but never this intense. He fills his lungs with it.

“Hey Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

More whispers, more greedy lungfuls of this something new.

“Is it bad that I kinda wanna hold your hand now?”

A beat, a sigh, a careful breath. It makes Steve think that the air in Eddie’s room is sizzling too, heavy and light at the same time. Maybe it’s just as addictive.

“Only if it’s bad that I’m kinda imagining yours in mine right now.”

Steve shakes his head again and doesn’t feel stupid about it now. “I don’t think that’s bad,” he whispers.

“Good.”

Maybe whispers are their new language. Maybe everything else is too harsh for this fragile thing, maybe the world outside Steve’s blanket isn’t ready to see the smile on his face or hear the rapid beat of his heart. He doesn’t mind.

“Tomorrow. Can I hold your hand tomorrow?”

“What do you mean, Stevie, you’re already holding it.” And there’s that smile again that makes Steve huff out the softest of chuckles, hiding his face in his pillow to ground himself against this heady feeling. “Yeah, you can hold it tomorrow, but only if I can hold yours, how’s that sound?”

“Sounds perfect, Eds,” Steve says, just louder than a whisper, and he waits with bated breath if anyone out there in the universe heard, if their bubble would burst.

But it doesn’t. Eddie only murmurs a sweet, soft, “Can’t wait.” And then there’s only silence because they’re both smiling, hearts racing, hands trembling around the phantom touch of warm fingers. They fall asleep like that soon after.

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I (beg) ask if you can write anything Fierce Deity related. I don't want anything else, just that you write for my boy. (Pls us FD simps are starving).

Ah believe me I know y’all are dehydrated beyond the word’s meaning. I know the struggle (I really do) So I hope I do your boy (man) ((celestial being?)) justice!

(fir post writing: wow this is a LOT of context y’all don’t want or need, but my hands hurt so… part 2?)

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Immortality is a lonely existence. There are few beings that obtain an average life expectancy to that of a god. There are even fewer again who have immortality. Proper immortality. Not the poor results of a fae deal or some curse to age and wither without death. No. Proper immortality, exempt of aging past maturity and death herself.

That made his current predicament worse. Much, much worse than being stuck in a wooden mask.

You see, Gods and the immortal beings alike are rather fickle beings. They do glorious things to entertain or punish the mortals to have their names etched into stone and uttered in myth through centuries. They only wish to exist in temples of incense and candlelight, where the people there would do anything for even the cast of an eye.

Fierce had always thought those gods were the worst. All temples would crack. All names would be forgotten. All clay tablets and pots would be broken, ironically even by their proclaimed heroes. But that’s getting ahead of us. He was worshipped only in the grounds he was made for. It didn’t matter the land, for blood soaks into soil the same no matter what. It didn’t matter the men, the corpses were plentiful and he hardly discriminates. It didn’t even matter who won, because there are no winners in war.

He was made to fight, and he was made to kill. And so he did. His name rang throughout time between soldiers and emperors alike. Both tried to gain his favour. Occasionally there would be a temple, occasionally there’d be some mortal claiming to bear his blood, occasionally he’d care.

Regardless, it all came to the same ending. The men would die, the temples would crack and his name would fade into obscurity again.

It was supposed to.

But it seemed the others didn’t like that he was beating them at a game he didn’t want to win.

‘Cruel’ they called him, ‘Violent’ ‘Inhumane’ ‘Rabid’ ‘Irate’ ‘Improper’

And so, they condemned him. And he was forever no more.

Eras passed.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years… And truly, he was nothing.

Just as they promised.

Some relic like their old tales, except he could not crack and wither.

He was lonely, perhaps just as much as before in hindsight. The fickle attention he did have was only worth something if he willed it.

At some point, He was awoken again. There were hands on his cheeks, shaky and blood covered. And there was light. The person who had called upon his spirit was not in good shape, blood spilling from their weak body as they were chased by odd looking men. A pack of wolves set on a lamb.

He’d learn throughout the next few months of hiding you and sharing your consciousness that the people of your village had thought you to be a witch. As such, you were beaten and chased.

You were a doctor, you’d told him.

You’d just tried to cure someone.

And such began his problem.

He’d never saw the purpose of mortals. They were future bodies, to him. They’d live to die. Sure, it’s better than the alternative of there only being gods, but they never held much worth to him.

Not until you.

You are good. In every way the short comings of language can express you are good. You’d devoted your life to a thankless existence and the nature of living had caught up to you. Good things didn’t deserve that. Good people didn’t deserve to live the life you led.

He was not so cruel as to condemn you to that fate.

And so, he began to help. Once gaining a physical form, (through much trial and error) He’d do the work you couldn’t manage. Hunting, building, sewing, cooking, he’d do as much as possible. He knew what it was like to be turned back upon by everyone. But you wouldn’t be able to grow past that. Not in your short life.

He held you as you shuddered and cried. He tended to your wounds and sickness. He did and would do whatever it took to see you happy again.

He did not, however, see the consequences.

It took him far too long for his comfort to realise that you were not simply accompaniment. You consumed his waking thoughts and filled his dreams. He lived around you, your wants and your needs. He began to eat because it made you comfortable, He slept because you liked to be near him, He humanised himself because it made you happy.

He would’ve renounced his title as a god to make your life perfect, or as close to as it could be.

But He could not.

He could not simply marry you and go about your lives knowing you had one another. He could not have you to hold forever. He could not always love you in sickness and health no matter how much he tried. Because at the end of the day, it’s until death do you part.

Or… do you?

(part 2? perhaps? maybe? perchance?)

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Pairing: Doctor!Strange, Defender!Strange, Supreme!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: An ordinary night turns into a very hot lovemaking session where the reader is shared between three Stephens.

Word Count: 1,7k

Warnings: Polyamorous relationship dinamics. +18 SMUT: Face sitting, oral sex with male and female receiving, cum on face, unprotected p n v vaginal sex, creampie.

A/N: This one was based on a dream I had a time a go and I gave my best to transform it into something reasonably close to a fic. It's short, but it doesn't have any plot so I think it will be enough. Hope you guys enjoy it and have a nice reading ;)

You were panting. Sweat running down your neck, the drops running down to the valley of your breasts as you continued to accept what was offered to you: A voracious tongue that was tearing you apart with so much passion and a delicious cock for you to play with whether with your hand or mouth. So much pleasure.

The day started normally, even boring, and you wondered how you had ended up there. In fact, this was a recurring question in your mind: how did you always manage to transform the most common and routine nights into moments worthy of the best porn movies scenes? Stephen was the answer. In fact, all three Stephens were.

It was difficult to be around them without you ending up in bed, or like now, on the carpet in the Sanctum living room. Whether it was with one, two or all three at the same time, you were insatiable when it came to making love with them and who could judge you? Stephen Strange looked like he was sculpted by the gods, his body never failed to impress you and combined with that face? Come on, it just wasn't fair! However, you didn't know if the term making love corresponded to what you were doing tonight. It was pure and unholy kink sex.

Tonight, before you could even understand where the usual kisses and teasing were leading, Defender demanded that you sit on his face and let him eat you. It was his idea of ​​relaxation and he had had a rough day at the Kamar Taj that he didn't want to talk about. It was unusual for Defender to demand sex and when he did you simply obeyed.

 He lay down on the carpet and you carefully sat on his face as he instructed, being careful not to release all your weight so as not to suffocate him, but he grabbed your thighs and pulled you down and started eating you like a hungry man. God, the sounds it made were so arousing. Defender was the best in oral, you never got tired of having his face between your legs.

Of course, Stephen and Supreme would also claim a part of you tonight. They were just as desperate to have you as Defender was and you knew they liked sharing you as much as you liked being shared. They liked to watch as well, and you liked to be watched and things worked devilishly well between the four of you.

When your teasing took you and Defender to the floor, Stephen watched for a few minutes, but being the most impatient of the Stephens, he soon got up and came to stand in front of you, he freed the extremely hard cock from its confines and gave you one of his incisive looks.

"Why don't you play with my cock for a bit, sweetheart? I can't stand just watching. Need you to touch me." He confessed.

You responded with a loud moan, your reaction to the delicious suction Defender was providing to your clit. Stephen smiled widely, taking advantage of the moment to put the head of his cock in your mouth. You sucked on it as if it were a lollipop and flicked your tongue in his frenulum, just the way he loved.

"Oh shit, this feels good." He praised.

You wanted Supreme to join you. You wanted to take turns on their cocks and make them cum on your face, but he had other plans. He knew very well how much you liked watching him and he liked showing off. It was the perfect combination. So, he stuck his hand down his pants and pulled his cock out, spat on his own hand and started stroking himself while he watched Defender aeating you and you sucking Stephen's cock. And he made a point of being very loud. He knew very well what it does to you, how much you love his baritone in this particular context.

And there you were, panting, sweating, overstimulated after cumming in Defender's mouth and he kept going, grinding you against his mouth, rubbing his beard on your pussy, making you hump his face to get off one more time while Stephen took control of your mouth, face fucking you and going deep, holding your hair roughly to keep you still while he fucked your throat. The roughness of the act felt like paradise to you.

"Oh fuck, sweetheart. Wanna cum deep in your throat. What do you think?"

You hummed a negative and he chuckled taking his dick out of your mouth to let you speak. He wiped away a tear running down your cheek with his thumb.

"On my face." You asked without any shame.

"Yeah? Are you going to make me mess up that pretty hair?"

You nodded "I don't mind."

Stephen chuckled. "I know. Just want my cum all over your face, uh? Such a dirty girl. Do you like being a dirty girl for daddy?"

Your pussy fluttered at the way he referred to himself and a moan escaped your lips.

Defender groaned beneath you, the vibration making you see stars. You were so close.

Stephen smiled satisfied. "You love it when I call myself daddy, don't you? Use your hands then, and suck on the head. I'm almost there."

You obeyed, enjoying the sweet noises he made. Your eyes however were fixed on Supreme stroking his cock. He was sweaty as well, his breathing was uneven, his chest rising and falling in a rapid rhythm, his cock rigid as a rock, veiny and red and one thing led to another. The delicious friction of your clit on Defender's lips, tongue and beard dragged you to your limit eliciting a loud moan from your lips as you sucked and stroke Stephen's cock bringing him to his limit as well. He replaced your hands with his quickly stroking himself with much more vigor and warned you "I'm going to cum. Stick your tongue out, I want you to get a taste of it."

His load spurted onto your face and tongue and your eyes were fixed on Supreme and watched in fascination as he came almost in sync with Stephen. His cum spurting all over his stomach. Their moans and grunts were almost animalistic and dragged you to your own hot and wet climax. You came in Defender's mouth. Again.

Stephen wiped your face with his own hand. "What a beautiful mess, sweetheart. Gonna take a shower now. They will take care of you for me."

You just hummed in response watching him stepping away and Defender grabbed you moving the two of you in one quick motion placing you underneath him. He was a mess. His face was red and wet with your slick, his hair disheveled and falling from his ponytail, his eyes were darkened with desire. He quickly settled himself between your legs and quickly unbuttoned his pants and entered you with a certain desperation.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good. I love this sweet pussy so much, love to eat you, you taste so fucking good." He cooed thrusting in a slow and steady pace. You wrapped your legs around his hips allowing him to go even deeper.

His cock that had been neglected for so long was pulsing violently inside you and you knew it wasn't meant to last, he just wanted a warm place to empty himself. And that's what he did. He grabbed your chin and pulled you to his lips and gave a few more thrusts and then stopped. You felt him spilling into you and you kissed him back, your tongues dancing together with lust. The taste of Stephen's cum was still in your mouth, now also in Defender's mouth, and it fascinated you to know that he didn't mind.

When he finished, he rolled to the side on the carpet and you supported yourself with your elbow, brushed aside some strands of hair that were on his face and cupped his cheek.

"Better now?" You asked and he closed his eyes leaning on your hand and nodded.

"So much better."

He opened his eyes and smiled affectionately " I love you, baby."

"I love you too."

You sat down feeling your entire body go soft like jelly, but you knew it wasn't over when your eyes met Supreme's.

"Come here." He asked, patting the sofa. You forced yourself to get up and went to him and he helped you to straddle him.

He was hard again, which was no surprise. He hold his hand under your chin and demanded. "Spit."

You obeyed and he brought the saliva to his cock and you were eager to direct it inside you. When you sank down on his cock the intrusion caused a wet noise and you felt Defender's cum running down your thighs. So dirty and so good.

He grabbed your ass cheeks and started moving you on his cock. You placed both hands on his shoulders and let yourself be handled, your head fell back and you closed your eyes.

"Oh my god Stephen, you're fucking me so good. Cock feels so good inside me."

Stephen groaned, pleased with the praise. If there was one thing Supreme loved, it was being praised by you.

"Yeah? Pussy feels amazing too, honey." He moaned and you could feel his dick throbbing inside you, begging for his release.

"Oh shit, I won't last, love. This pussy is magical. Wanna come so badly."

You cupped his cheek leaning forward to kiss his lips. He held your face in his hands kissing you passionately.

You couldn’t cum again that quickly, but you didn’t care. All that mattered at that moment was him, his pleasure, how much he loved you.

"It's okay, Steph, come for me. Love you so much."

He grinned at you and held your waist tightly with both hands and started thrusting up, he gave a couple of hard thrusts and then stopped completely.

"Oh, fucking take it." He groaned between his teeth as he spilled himself inside you.

You caressed his face and brushed away a strand of hair that fell from his forehead.

"I love you, Y/n." He whispered as a secret "I love every minute we spend together. And I like to share you."

"And I love to be shared." You smiled, giving him a small kiss on the lips and getting up. "And I love you too, Stephen, but now I think I need a shower."

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Oil At The Coffee Shop IX

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Summary : Eddie tells Reader about the Upside Down, but she still thinks he’s beautiful.

Word Count : 2.5k

Warnings : Not proofread, angst, 18+, SMUT, talks of the upside down, eddies issues, vecna, smutty smut, choking, dom!eddie, oral (fem receiving), unprotect sex(for the love of god use protection), sadness then smut, this part is sad and horny 🫶🏻

A/N : This is my first time writing smut so apologies if it’s awful, also if you don’t want to read it, you are more than welcome to skip it 🤍

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You pushed open the door, letting yourself and Eddie in, flicking on the lamps dotted around. You hung your bag back up, dropped your keys, going to the couch so you could take your shoes off.

Eddie mimicked these actions, hanging his leather jacket up, and sitting down next to you. “Do you anything to drink before?” you asked him. “No, thank you though. I think I should just get it out of the way.”

“Okay.”

“And if it’s okay, could you just let me speak before you ask any questions, you can ask me anything after. Is that alright?”

“That’s fine, anything you need Eds,” you could tell he was uncomfortable, frightened even.

He sighed, unable to begin talking, you took his hand gently. “Take your time Eds, do what you need to do.” He nodded, offering a weak smiled.

“Just before the Summer of 86, something started. It started in my life anyways, it actually began in 83. Anyways, I was a troubled kid, was on my third try of my senior year, barely passing anything.

“I was um … selling drugs so me and Wayne could get by easier. Then one day this girl, a cheerleader, her name was Chrissy, she came up and asked to buy from me. Wanted really strong stuff.

“I didn’t keep it on me, it was at my home. The trailer. So after school we went there … I um …” he paused, taking a deep and shaky breath. You squeezed his hand, rubbing your thumb on the back of it.

“Take your time,” you said softly. He nodded, before taking another breath and continuing. “I went to my room to grab the stuff and when I came back, she, Chrissy I mean … she um … was in some sort of trance.

“I tried to wake her up. Her body was thrown against the ceiling. Something pulled her apart from the inside out. Every bone in her body was broken, her eyes were … I ran. I ran out. I left her there.

“Everyone thought it was me, so I hid.” He continued, explained how Dustin had found him, along with Steve, Robin and Max.

He told you about Vecna, about El. About the two other kids who were killed at the monsters hands, Fred Benson and Patrick McKinney.

He told you about the Upside Down. About the great final battle. Him playing guitar.

“I broke the rope, Dustin was stuck in this world and me in the Upside Down. I ran. I made as much noise as I could. The bats they um … they attacked me.

“Ripped me apart. It’s why I look … it’s why I look the way I do. Vecna was doing the same thing to Max that he did to Chrissy. She barely survived, but she’s a strong kid.

“If it wasn’t for El, neither of us would be here. She killed Vecna, saved Max. She was hurt, but she was alive. Steve, Robs and Nance came back, dragged me to the trailer.

“The doctors saved me. Well El did most of the work. Then … then Hopper came back, vouched for me. It got blamed on someone else, Jason Carver.

“Not everyone believes that. I’m still the town freak. People think that I summoned Satan to destroy the town. I didn’t. I was so scared. Then the earthquakes, the landslides, I was just hoping Wayne made it out.

“I didn’t care if he hated me, I just needed him alive. He’s all I got.”

“All you had,” you corrected, “You’ve got me now.”

“I do? You believe me? You don’t hate me?”

“Yes, yes and no.”

“I was so scared that you’d never want to see me again.”

“I believe you. I’m sorry that all happened to you Eds and I’m sorry people still judge you for it.”

You could now recall the times people looked at him funny, or stopped talking when he entered the room, or when they crossed the road to avoid him.

“I um … I’ll let El and Max tell you their stories, it’s not for me to say anymore. I still don’t really understand myself.”

“Thank you for telling me. You did so well.”

“I-I’m sorry that I had to tell you, but you needed to know. I couldn’t have you see me and not know what happened. That’s if you still want to see me?”

“Eddie you might not think it, but you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen. I want to see you, I want to see all of you if you’ll let me. No matter what you’ll be beautiful to me.”

He pressed his mouth to yours, face damp after what he’d just told you. “We don’t have to do anything, but if you want to stay you can.”

“I’d like the company if that’s okay?” he says, almost shyly.

“That’s more than okay. Hey I’ve got Cherry turnovers downstairs, let’s go get some.”

“What time do you have to be up tomorrow?” he asked.

“Shop opens at 9, but the girls get here at 8. I have to finish up stuff so I’ll be up around 6:30.”

He hummed, nodding. “Okay, well I have to get to work too.”

“Okay, now come on. Let’s go get treats.”

He laughed, as you pulled him with you.

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You headed into the kitchen and opened up a box full of the turnovers, handing one to Eddie and taking one off yourself. Both of you stood close together, chomping at the delicious pastry.

You smiled at Eddie before you eyes caught something else, “Oh my god,” you said.

“Hm? What?” he asked.

“That’s why you freaked out about the cake! Oh Eddie I’m so sorry!” you said, remembering the small fondant creatures.

“Hey, it’s okay. It wasn’t your fault. I was just having a rough day with it. Was dealing with my feelings about you too.”

“Oh yeah? How long have you had these feelings?”

“A while.”

“You’re gonna have to give me more than that Munson.”

“No way!”

“Mean,” you pouted.

“What was that?” he asked.

“Nothing,” you smiled.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing.”

“Sweetheart,” he said, lifting your chin so you’d meet his eyes, “What did you call me?”

“Mean,” you spoke, voice almost a whisper.

“Am I? Am I mean?” he asked.

“I-I …”

“Come on, what happened to the mouthy girl here a few minutes ago.”

“I’m sorry.”

He kissed your forehead, “It’s sadly too late for that. I’ll show you how mean I can be.” He attacked your lips, holding you close to him. His lips traveled down to your neck, kissing and biting, just like how you’d been doing to him, hours before.

“E-Eddie we can’t h-here,” you stuttered, breathless at the feeling of his lips on your neck. “It’s n-not hygienic.”

“Not hygienic,” he laughed into your neck, “Okay then Sweetheart, jump for me.”

You did as he asked, he caught your thighs, legs wrapping around his waist. “Would your bed be more hygienic?” he asked.

“That does sound better.”

“Okay baby, whatever you want,” he said, stealing a kiss.

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As soon as you made it into the apartment, Eddie was in your room. Dropping you on the bed gently. Leaning up on your elbows you smiled at him. “God Sweetheart you’re so fucking beautiful,” he spoke, climbing onto the bed and between your legs.

Mouths on one another, tongues fighting, but somehow in sync with one another. Hands grabbing anything they could. “Can I take this off?” Eddie asked, playing with the hem of your shirt.

You nodded. “Use your words Sweetheart.”

“Yes.” Sliding off your cardigan first, you raised your arms above your head, letting him pull the shirt from your body.

Sat back on his knees, Eddies eyes were filled with lust. You were the most stunning person he’d ever seen. He began kissing down your chest, leaving marks along the top of your breasts.

“Can I?” he asked, dragging his fingers up to the back of your bra. “Yes,” you say, breathless. Undoing it, the bra was thrown somewhere in the room - frankly you couldn’t care less where it had landed.

“Fuck baby,” he said, taking your breasts in his hands, squeezing them lightly. You moaned out at the feeling. Leaning down, he placed his latched his mouth to one of your nipples. Sucking on it, twirling his tongue around.

“E-Eddie, oh fuck baby,” you cried out as he bit down lightly. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling on it, he nipped more. “God I feel like I’m neglecting the other, better fix that. Right Sweetheart?”

You hummed in agreement, making Eddie cock his brow. “Y-yeah better fix i-” You didn’t get chance to finish as Eddie already began his attack.

You hips bucked up into him, making him grind down his own. Feeling his bulge grow in his jeans, your hands wandered down, squeezing him through the denim.

With a pop, he let go of your nipple. “Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing?” he asked. “I need you, please I need you,” you almost begged.

“I told you, I’ll give you anything you want. But you called me mean, so maybe I should make you work for it?” You eyes widened, you’d love to take him in your mouth, god he’d feel so good down your throat.

“Oh no, I’ll give you everything. You want me to make you work. Well no can do. You’ll take what I give you.” He began to unbutton your jeans, sliding them down your legs.

There you were, in only panties whilst he was fully clothed. He reached for the edge of his shirt, but hesitated. “It’s okay,” you said, sitting up to kiss his mouth.

Slowly you lifted his shirt up and off of him, there were scars and bite marks everywhere. You could see the doctors had done what they could, but the wounds were deep, ragged.

“You’re beautiful,” you spoke, kissing his chest, right above his heart. “So fucking beautiful Eds.” Your mouths connected again as Eddie climbed out of his jeans, pushing you down on the bed.

Lay in between your legs, his fingers trailed up your thighs. Biting, licking, sucking at your neck, his fingers found their way underneath your panties.

“God you’re so wet, all for me baby?”

“A-all for you.” You moaned when he brushed your clit, he smirked at that, rubbing again. “I bet I could just slide my fingers right in, better take the rings off.”

He went to move his hand, but you stopped him. “Please baby I need you,” you spoke, begging him. “What a dirty girl.” His fingers slid into you, making you cry out, the cold metal stretching you.

“F-fuck Eddie.”

“Already such a mess, better clean up,” he spoke, more to himself than anyone. Making his way down your body, he kissed everywhere he could.

Placing a gentle peck to each thigh, he let his tongue lick your slit. “Fuck!” you screamed, hands tangling in his hair. His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking on it, as his fingers curled upwards hitting that spot over and over.

“F-fu-Fuck .. E-Ed .. oh my god,” you babbled. “Does it feel so good?”

“Mhm,” you moaned.

“I asked you a question.”

“Y-yes, it feel so fucking g-good,” his fingers hit the spot again. “Who’s making you feel so good?”

“You!”

“Who’s that?” You could feel his smirk on you thighs, mouth licking you again. “You Eddie fuck. I’m gonna c-cum, fuck Eddie I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah baby, give it to me. Cum for me, come on Sweetheart, cum.” You let out a cry of pleasure, clenching around Eddies fingers as you came. Legs shaking, he pressed soft kisses to your clit. Moving his fingers until your fingers weren’t so tight in his hair.

“Shit Sweetheart,” he laughed. You lay there trying to catch your breath. “You good?” he asked. You hummed, “Yeah.”

“Think you can take more?”

“Please,” you said, meeting his eyes.

“Do you uh … do you have a condom?”

“N-no, but I’m on birth control and I’m clean and I .. I trust you Eddie.”

He smiled softly, planting a kiss on your forehead. He slowly slid your panties down, his boxers following soon after. Fuck. You knew he’d be big, but fuck. He was thick and long and … well shit.

“Can you open up for me Sweetheart?” you legs spread for him, allowing him to line himself up. Slowly he slid into you. “F-fuck,” you moaned, he stretched you out so much. It felt so good.

“God baby you feel so good,” he moaned into your neck. Soon enough he was in you, bottoming out. “Can I move?”

“Please!” you cried out.

He did so, starting slowly, then building up a nice pace, nice and deep. You were squeezing around him. He smirked, taking hold of one of your legs, resting it over his shoulder.

Moving again, he was so deep, you could see him in your tummy. Each time, hitting that spot, making your body shake with pleasure. “Eddie oh my god,” you cried.

“I know, it just feels so good doesn’t it, fucking you so nice and deep,” his hips slammed into yours roughly, again and again, making you loose your voice.

You mouth was wide open and no sound was able to come out, eyes in the back of your head as he fucked you hard. His hand slid up to neck, squeezing softly. Rings cool, but sticky as they sat there.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum soon, your pussy’s gripping me so good,” Eddie moaned. “Cum-cum in me p-please,” you begged, voice weak as his hand squeezed.

“Yeah you want all my cum?”

“P-please,” you said nodding, crying out again, “I-I’m gonna cum again baby f-fuck!”

“Cum all over my cock, come on Sweetheart, squeeze that dick.”

You did just that, body shaking, a loud moan leaving your body as you came, eyes rolling in the back of your head. Eddie groaned, thrusting his hips a few more times, “Fuck Sweetheart, fuck fuck fuck fu-“ hot ropes of cum filled you up.

The curly haired man dropped into your shoulder. Both of you breathing heavily. He kissed your shoulder, and neck where his hand had been. “You okay Sweetheart?”

“I’m okay, are you?”

“I’m more than okay.”

He pulled out as gently as he could, making you whine. Climbing up from the bed, you reached out for him, “I’m coming, just getting a washcloth hang on.”

You closed your eyes, listening to the faucet run for a few moments. Footsteps came closer and soon enough a warm washcloth was being rubbed gently on your lower body.

“All clean baby,” he said, kissing your stomach. He slid his boxers back on and helped you into his t-shirt. Pulling you into him, you listened to his heart beat.

“I don’t think you’re mean,” you spoke up, which made him laugh. “Oh I know, but I wasn’t lying when I said, I’ll give you anything you ask for.”

“Kiss me?”

He chuckled, pressing his mouth against yours softly. “I adore you,” he said, making your face flush. “Now Sweetheart, let’s get some rest, we’ve gotta be up early.”

“Okay. Goodnight Eds.”

“Goodnight Sweetheart.”

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Wounds of War, Secrets of Life

Day 21 of Kikitober

A/N: I'm gonna be completely honest with you but I think this story might just suck. I don't know what got into me writing this. It's really just a silly (stupid?) story - you've been warned. Oh and sorry for the horrible title my head wouldn't give me any better

Plot: you're part of the red hair pirates and beckmanns lover, when you encounter the kid pirates things get a little chaotic.

Warnings: can't think of any, swearing, threats, pregnancy reveal

Characters: Kid x F!Reader x Killer (Shanks and Beckmann mentioned)

You were stuck in this town after Shanks asked you for a favor. You had to deal with some minor pirates in his place because they were busy with something else - if you had payed better attention you would know what this "something" was but your eyes and thoughts were more focused on the first mate - the man you share your bed with.

Shanks knows your ways of bargaining without spilling blood that's why he asked you to go. Beckmann wasn't happy about it till you reassured him that, this was just a simple task nothing serious.

These were only some minor pirates he shouldn't be too worried about you. Besides one of Shanks' subordinate crew awaited you there and you always knew how to get under a men's skin and have them wrapped around your finger.

The meeting with the pirate crew went surprisingly well and afterwards the captain of the subordinates took you to a doctor. You had asked him if he knew someone who could check on you without immediately telling Beckmann about your condition.

You were about to leave the town when you saw another pirate crew. The red hair and the metallic arm sent a shiver down your spine - eustass captain kid and his crew were approaching you and Shanks' subordinates. The subordinates didn't have the strength to put up a fight with them and you certainly couldn't fight them on your own so you decided to pretend to be a normal person who's living in this town.

"This territory belongs to the red hair pirates" the captain of the subordinates shouted. Oh god how you wanted to slap him for that. Why did he have to bring that up? How can one person be that stupid. Now a fight will be unavoidable.

Kid smirked evilly. "Is that so" he asked tauntingly.

"Yes, we are his subordinates and we will not have you here"

"Oh you don't want us here, well that's a problem because we ain't gonna leave" Kid said smugly.

"Then we'll make you" the subordinate shouted angrily pulling out his sword while you looked at him eyes wide open.

The fuck is wrong with him. Is he stupid or what. Why did he want to fight that badly. If he wanted to die then that's fine but why drag you into this.

"Then get ready to die" Kid growled as the subordinates attacked.

Fuck you Shanks you cursed, mad at him for asking you to come here and then you got mad at yourself for letting him talk you into this.

You drew your own sword - crossing blades with a few kid pirates. You were able to fend them off but the others weren't as lucky. You were constantly torn between defending yourself and 'your' crew.

"Oi Killer" kid shouted as he easily defeated a subordinate. "The girl" he continued motioning at you. Killer nodded knowing what he had to do.

Suddenly two scythes were attacking you. Killer was fast - too fast. Dodging his attacks was harder than you hoped.

You let out a painful whimper as the scythes made contact with the skin on your shoulder and your arm. Though the cuts weren't too deep blood was dripping out of your wounds.

"Fuck" you cursed taking a moment to collect yourself when he attacked again. You clumsily dodged the attack in the last moment.

That's when 3 subordinates attacked Killer to get him away from you.

This gave you enough time to collect yourself. But not much longer. Killer had already defeated the three men.

You thought that this would be a good moment to attack Killer who seemed distracted. You raised your sword, as you were about to strike him with it it got ripped out of your hand. Kid was using his devilfruit to take it from you.

Killer turned around facing you and was about to attack you when the sub captain yelled for him to stop.

You could feel the cold steel on your throat and dared not to move.

"Why should I stop" Kid asked as he kicked the captain to the ground.

"She's a woman" the captain whimpered.

"A woman who has knocked out most of my crew" Kid yelled as he pressed the heel of his foot on the captains throat.

"Shanks' will not let you get away with killing her" This made Kid suspicious

"Why would that be? Now that i come to think about it why is she so much stronger than you are? Aren't you the captain?" Kid asked tauntingly but still a curious look on his face.

"I am the captain. And i will not let you hurt her" he said trying to sound as confident as he could.

"Shouldn't the captain be stronger than his crew? Unless she's no member of your crew" Kid said eyes now glued on yours.

Fuck this was bad. If he finds out that you belong to Shanks' crew or even worse you are Beckmann's lover you're in deep trouble. Ok as long as no one spills the beans you don't have to worry.

You shifted slightly which Killer noticed.

"Kid, I believe someone's a little nervous" he stated making Kid smirk devilish.

"Tell me girl which crew do you belong to" Kid asked you not paying anymore attention to the captain on the floor.

"I'm part of one of Shanks' subordinates. Not this one though" you lied trying to keep eye contact with Kid.

"Then why are you here" he asked as he stood right in front of you.

"A favor. The captain here asked if I could help him bargain with some other crew that's all"

Kid chuckled lowly as Killer removed the scythes from your throat. You were kinda relieved though not for long. You screamed in pain when Kid's metal hand dug into the cut on your shoulder.

"Don't touch the first mate's girl" the captain on the ground suddenly shouted.

What is wrong with that fucker. Does he hate you. Does he want you dead?

"The first mate's girl?" Kid asked with a sadistic grin

"Seems you've been lying to me mouse" he scolded hands wrapping around your throat.

"Tell me the name of this special first mate you sorry excuse of a captain. Otherwise i will snap her pretty neck"

You looked at the captain hoping he would be smart enough to make up a name.

"Jagger" that caught you by surprise. who the hell was jagger? you had to collect yourself otherwise your own expression would have had them realize the lie. Well seems that the captain was not that stupid after all.

The moment kid heard this name he looked just as confused as you did.

"Who the fuck is Jagger" he shouted looking over to Killer who shrugged.

"It's my first mate" the captain replied trying to get up only to be shoved back down by one of Kid's crewmates.

"I though you don't belong to this crew" Kid said tightening his grip around your throat.

"I was scared you'd hurt him if I did" god you were so good at telling lies.

"Smart mouse" he smirked releasing you. "Though this does not change the fact that you are part of the fucking red hair" he continued voice low and threatening.

"So maybe I should sent him a message by cruzifying you" he taunted you.

You started to feel sick almost about to throw up - not now please not now.

You had to calm yourself, breath in and out - at least that's what the doctor said when he told you that you were pregnant. You didn't tell anyone about it not even Beckmann you wanted to make sure that everything was fine before you brought the news to him. That's why you decided to seek out a doctor and not have Hongo examine you.

For a moment you had to blend everything around you out. Focusing on yourself and the baby.

"Oi mouse what's wrong. Did i scare you that much you look rather pale" Kid said snapping you out of your thoughts unwillingly placing your hands on your stomach.

"Kid I think there's something wrong with her" Killer the calm observer of the whole situation replied.

"What do you mean?" he asked as Killer motioned at your belly.

Kid looked at you for a moment then back at Killer then at you again.

"You fucking shithead," he yelled grabbing the captain by his neck lifting him up. "What's wrong with her" he asked angrily.

You looked at the subordiante shaking your head, mouthing a silent don't.

"What shouldn't he tell us?" Kid who caught sight of the scene asked.

Both of you looked to the ground not saying a word. You couldn't come up with something this time. That's when you felt Killer grab a fistful of your hair pulling at it which caused her head to tilt back.

"Don't hurt her" the captain pleaded. "She's pregnant" he blurted out in desperation.

This caused Killer to immediately let go of you. While both he and Kid looked surprised at you.

The whole tension changed. "Are you fucking insane" Kid yelled at you throwing the captain to the side.

"What?" you asked confused.

"Fuck I'm not taking on a pregnant woman" he continued cursing to himself.

Killer was just as taken aback and immediately apologized for hurting you.

"Kid, what about the father" one of Kid's crew mates asked.

"Oi mouse where's this father of your unborn brat"

Oh well, he's sitting on the deck of the red force probably reading the newspaper a cigarette in his mouth and sharing a glass of sake with Shanks. You wanted to say.

"Uhm I don't know"

"Then take a look" Kid commanded as you pretended to look around you.

The hesitation in your movements and the panicked look in your eyes made both Kid and Killer suspicious.

"Something's not right" Killer said as he stood next to Kid arms crossed both men not taking their gazes from you.

"I know, I think the mouse is lying" Kid said as grabbed your arm roughly pulling you closer your body almost colliding with his.

"Why am I starting to feel like you're fucking with us" he hissed.

"I'm not" you protested.

"Then where's this stupid man of yours"

"I don't know" you said lowering your gaze.

"Fuck this shit, listen up you motherfuckers who's the one that got her pregnant" Kid suddenly shouted over the place.

Those of the subordinates that did not pass out were looking in confusion, shaking their heads. The sight of this made Kid furious.

"I don't like being made a fool" he growled tightening his grip his eyes now full of rage. As you once again moved your hands unknowingly onto your belly.

"Are you even pregnant" Killer asked in a more calm voice though not less dangerous.

"Probably not" Kid said grabbing your hands trying to remove them feeling the bump that was covered by your wide shirt.

He looked at you dumbstruck as you gave him a warm smile even blushing a little.

He didn't say a word as he reached for Killer's hand only to place it on your belly too.

That was getting super weird.

No one said a word - there was an awkward silence in the air.

You sighed and took a deep breath.

"I'm y/n. I'm part of the red hair pirates where I'm usually bargaining/negotiating with lower pirate crews and well as you could already feel I'm pregnant. The father of this child is not a dude named Jagger, honestly I'm not even sure if this person even exists". you explained not knowing why you felt the need to do this.

"I think that's the first time you've been telling the truth to us" Killer comented.

You let out a small laugh while you could see Kid was thinking, like really hard.

"Who's the father" he demanded to know.

"Seriously what does it matter" you asked gently as he grabbed your face with his flesh hand.

"The red hair" he growled angrily.

"Worse," you snapped boldly "The one who took your arm"

Kid squeezed your cheeks a rush of anger running through his body. How he wanted to punch you right now. But something inside himself couldn't bring himself to do it.

He was a menace and he had nothing but hatred for the red hair pirates especially shanks and beckmann but he couldn't hurt you or the baby. After all everything that happened was not your fault.

"Kid" you said quietly carefully placing your hand on his to remove it from your face. Smiling at him.

"How did you get here" he asked out of nowhere.

"I uh got dropped off here and they will take me home" you said motioning to the subordinate captain.

"Fuck they will" Kid cursed. "You had to defend them, they're weak you're coming with us" he continued.

"What?" this whole day was getting more and more confusing. Note to self if Shanks ever asks for a favor again tell him to go to hell.

"No I'm-" you started to protest but Kid cut you off looking at Killer who suddenly picked you up and carried you to their ship.

"You're lucky scum, this time I won't kill you" Kid said taunting the suboridinates. "And don't worry we'll take good care of her"

The moment you arrived at the victoria punk you panicked. What was going on? Did he plan on hurting you? Would he use you as a bait? I mean after all you're his enemies lover.

"Relax, no one's gonna hurt you." Killer said soothingly as he carefully put you down.

"I'm not so sure about that" you mumbled.

"Don't worry little one" he said gently brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"You're lucky I'm starting to enjoy your company mouse" Kid shouted voice low and a smug smile on his face.

"You can't be serious right? Why would you want to bring me home? I'm your enemies lover, I mean he....he took your arm" you stuttered.

"Calm down, I'm doing this for the brat in your belly that's all. Now do me a favor and get out of my way" he scolded

"Take her to my room and tend to her wounds" Kid said to his crew mates as they showed you the way.

"Looks like you've grown a soft spot for her" Killer mocked as the two of them were alone.

"She's pretty and bold, I like her and... the brat in her belly...." Kid stopped, smiling.

"I did too" Killer replied knowing well what Kid meant a big smile under his mask.

"Maybe the brat wanted to protect mom from us" Kid joked both of them chuckling.

Thinking about the moment their hands layed on your belly feeling the baby kick was putting bright smile on their face and a warm feeling in their heart.

[specialagentlokitty]

10th doctor x reader - that song of ours

Soulmates were a baffling concept, someone that was supposedly perfect for you, who would fit like a part of a puzzle.

The doctor had seen the soulmate connections go from timers, tattoos, red string.

It changed every so often so nobody could break the connection, during this period of time, there were no soulmates.

And the doctor had never had this, he was always without it.

Until one day it happened, the voice inside of his head singing.

And that was the new concept, you could hear when your soulmate was singing.

And he heard what sounded like random incoherent mumbling and it made him chuckle a little bit at the attempt.

It kept going, and over time he heard his soulmate improve and sing such beautiful songs so strongly, but there was one song that seemed to be favoured and it became stuck in his head.

He found himself singing it as well sometimes when he was on his own, or humming it as he was fixing things.

Sometimes when he was running around you would be singing, and it was oddly calming in a life or death situation to hear your voice throughout his head singing softly.

He loved hearing you sing, and sometimes he would sing to see if he could coax you into singing if he hasn’t heard you in a while.

Even when he regenerated he loved the sound of you singing, but he was worried that the change in his voice would make you stop.

And for a while it did, whether it was the fact he sounded different, or something else he wasn’t sure, but he kept singing that song.

He kept singing it in hopes eventually you would sing that song again for him.

And he actually began to sulk when he hadn’t heard it after a while.

“Are you still sulking over that song?” Jackie sighed.

“It’s been months!” He whined.

“Maybe they’re busy or something.” Rose suggested.

He huffed a little bit and looked around as he realised he wasn’t paying attention to wherever it was that they were dragging him.

“Where are we going anyway?” He asked.

“Open mic night at the pub! Rose’s best friend is singing.” Jackie beamed.

“Oh doctor you’ll love them!” Rose beamed.

“I’m seriously being dragged to an open mic night? What has my life become?”

Both women slapped him and he yelped, rubbing both of his arms.

“What did I do this time?!”

“Just get.”

Jackie pushed him inside and Rose dragged him over to one of the tables to sit down while Jackie got some drinks.

Someone was up there signing, but the doctor wasn’t much interested in it, so he began to find other ways to pass his time.

And as much as it annoyed the two women, they left him be since he wasn’t actually doing anything he shouldn’t have been.

He was only tagging along because the TARDIS decided she needed a break and wouldn’t move from where she currently was.

So he had to wait a few hours before going anywhere.

More time passed and he had wondered in and out of the pub, he had gotten food, found some shop where he got some silly little toy to pass the time.

He’d tried some magic tricks that didn’t go so well, he’d tried some drinks and decided he didn’t like them, and he’d even taken a nap.

What woke him up was Rose slapping his back.

“Stop slapping me will you!” He huffed.

“It’s (Y/N)!” Jackie whisper yelled.

“And I was napping!”

“Oh stop being rude and just listen.”

The doctor huffed and put his head back into his arms in order to take another nap.

But then he heard the voice, and his head shot up as he listened to the song.

Looking at the stage, the doctor looked at you, and watched you very carefully, a huge grin spreading across his face.

“I’d recognise that voice anywhere..”

“What?”

Rose looked at him, saw the way he was grinning from ear to ear and she looked back at you.

“Oh my god they’re your soulmate?!”

He shushed her and went back to watching you.

Sometimes your gaze would flick to the table, then you’d go back to singing, and inevitably the doctor found himself singing along under his breath.

And he saw your eyes scanning the crowd to see if it was anyone in there, but nobody was singing along so you went back to singing.

When you were done the place erupted in cheers and clapping and you got up, giving a small bow.

“Thanks everyone, it’s nice to be back.” You beamed.

With that you headed back to whichever direction you had come from.

Jackie got up and headed back to bar for another drink, and Rose spun around in her chair.

“Seriously is (Y/N) your soulmate?!” Rose rushed out.

“I’ve found them Rose! After so long I’ve found them!”

“Oh my god wait outside!”

He nodded and went outside to wait, and Rose ran to the door to the back of the place just as you were coming out.

“Woah! Hey there!” You laughed.

You huffed her and she hugged you back before quickly pulling away.

“I’ve found your soulmate!”

“What? They weren’t there Rose, I looked. They were singing but they weren’t there.”

“He’s outside right now.” She grinned.

You shook your head a little bit and nudged her shoulder with yours.

“You’ve been drinking too much.”

“Oh just come with me!”

She grabbed your hand and dragged you outside despite you telling her that she wasn’t going to prove anything.

She turned you around and you found a man looking rather nervous, his hands behind his back mumbling to himself.

“Doctor this is (Y/N), (Y/N) this is the doctor.”

“Oh you spoke about him once.” You said.

You held out your hand and gave him the sweetest smile he had ever seen.

“Nice to meet you doctor.”

He shook your head.

“I’m so happy to finally meet you.” He grinned.

You let go and he let your hand go, and Rose grinned as she looked between the pair of you.

“Have fun~”

With that she went back inside and you looked around a little bit, it was still light out, and you didn’t want to hand about the outside of the pub.

“I assume Rose told you already?” He asked.

“She did, but I don’t really believe her. Sometimes she gets a bit excited and tells me she’s found my soulmate, it’s not the first time.”

“I see…”

“Sorry, I mean I’m not saying it isn’t true obviously it’s easy enough to prove but she’s like that.”

“I can sing that song you were signing word for word.”

You hummed a little bit, crossing your arms over your chest and you gave him a look.

“Go on then doctor man sing it.”

So he did, he began to sing it, and you covered your ears to dim his voice, and you could hear it resounding in your head.

Removing your hands, you cracked a small smile.

“Alright alright, I’m convinced.” You laughed.

He grinned at you.

“So does this mean I can take you out on a date?”

“Oh someone’s a bit eager, how about we start as friends first?”

The doctor laughed a little bit.

“I can work with that. Why did you stop singing?”

“Ah yeah… I sorta lost my voice for awhile. Let’s just say alcohol and football don’t mix.”

The doctor laughed again, and you grinned a little at him and he smiled softly at you.

“Can I have a hug?”

“You’re lucky I like hugging people.”

You walked up to him and hugged him, and he hugged you back, moving from side to side on his feet which made you laugh.

You did have some questions for him, but you decided to wait to ask them, for now you just wanted to get to know the man who would sing along with you inside your head

[emperorpalpatittay]

Waiting On You

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Pregnant!Wife reader

This is my first ever one-shot I hope you guys enjoy!

A little bit of angst in the beginning then tooth rotting fluff

No proofreading we sendin it

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Yarn over. Loop one, two, three. Yarn over.

Your face was scrunched in concentration at the crochet project laid over your swelling bump. A small blanket made out of the softest yarn you could find.

You had taken up crocheting as a way to distract you from your husbands absence. Usually gone for weeks or months at a time you were used to it. This time, however you’d heard nothing from him past the time he called to tell you he’d landed. He’d usually ring you at least once every few days to check in. He had now been gone for five months. Five long months of waiting anxiously.

For the first month you were a wreck. You were so anxious you were sick, or so you thought. You found out you were nine weeks pregnant. After the shock wore off you knew you had to try to calm down and distract yourself for yours and your child’s health instead of worrying yourself to the point of insanity.

Every doctors appointment broke your heart knowing your husband was missing from the room. Every time you saw your little one through an ultrasound was bittersweet. You sent him text after text.

“Call me please.”, again and again.

Just hoping, Praying he would answer. But no answer ever came. So you distracted yourself however you could.

Embroidery, reading, crochet, knitting, macrame, mosaic tiling, painting, shopping for and decorating the nursery, attempting to put together the furniture (did not go well), sewing, walking, etc. Anything to get your mind off of it.

It had worked for the most part but you would reach a new milestone in your pregnancy and the heartbreak would hit all over again. Your house felt quiet and empty, almost stagnant and suffocating. The few pictures you had of you and Simon hung on the walls covered in fingerprints where you would stop and run your fingers over them reminiscing.

Was he hurt, was he dead, had he been captured, did he not want you, was he ignoring you. You cycled through these thoughts.

On this particular day Simons absence hit you harder than usual. You had found out the gender of your child. You wept with joy before sobbing out of despair. You would be left to raise this child alone. Your little one would never know his fathers gravelly voice, or see his rare face splitting smiles.

You threw yourself into your baby blanket when you came home in an effort to distract yourself from your sorrow. For three months you had worked on the perfect blanket for your child. A beautiful soft cream blanket. Now that you knew your baby’s gender you would add the border.

You were so stuck in your project and thoughts you didn’t notice the sound of your front door opening and closing.It was the sound of his heavy duffel bag falling to the ground that shook you from your thoughts.

“Si…”, you heard his heavy footsteps and knew at once,”SI!!!” You scrambled to get up and started running through the house.

You turned the corner to the hallway and saw him. Balaclava pulled off and thrown aside, no eye black. He was in Civi clothes. No trace of ghost. He was just Simon, your Simon. He was here.

You slammed into his broad chest sobbing and thanking whatever god or higher being you could think of. He held you to him as hard as he could as if you could just disappear if he let go. You felt him try and steady his breath before just giving in letting go. Letting salty tears fall down his face and sobs wrack his body. He fell to his knees and brought you with him.

Putting his hand under your chin he tilted it up to look at you. For the last five months he dreamed of your face trying to remember every inch of it. Now here he was look at you using the rough pads of his thumbs to wipe away the tears and you did the same. You both breathlessly laughing through tears.

“You are so beautiful. Look at you. God, I missed you.”, he kissed the crown of your head and brought you closer to his chest, “My girl.”

“I was so worried, Si. When I heard nothing I thought the worst.”

He raised your head back up to look into your eyes again. Hands on both side of your face.

“I will always come back to you. Always. Death itself could not keep me from you.”

“I know it’s just the pregnancy hormones and str—“

You rambled without thinking and immediately knew when his eyes shot down to your bump.

“You’re pregnant?”

“Yes….”

His face went blank which caused you to panic for a split second before he broke out into a grin.

“Oh my god! I’m gonna be a dad. We- We’re going to be parents.”, all of the sudden his face dropped, “I wasn’t here. You’ve had to go through all of this alone.”

You turned your head into his hand and placed a gentle kiss onto it. “Shh my love you’re here now that’s what matters. I’m just so happy you’re back with us.”

He nodded and wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve. An idea suddenly sprung into your head.

“Wait here darling I’ve got a surprise for you.” You sprung to your feet quickly waddling to grab the blanket off of the coffee table.

“Close your eyes!” You called to him. You could hear him chuckling to himself. You poked your head around the corner to make sure his eyes were indeed closed. Once you determined they were you walked over and placed the blanket in his massive hands.

“Okay, open ‘em.”

He looked down at the blanket noticing the blue border with look of awe and shock he looked back up at you.

“Are we having a baby boy.”

“Yes, my love.”

He pulled you back into him one hand behind your head to cradle it and another resting on your bump. His thumb stroking it lovingly.

“Hello li’l one it’s me. I’m your dad. Me and your mum love you so much already. We can’t wait to meet you.”

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[fandomtherapy44]

Castiel x reader Chapter 16

Summary: SEASON 5 WHOOOO!!!!!!!! LET's GO! So I am so excited for this season so many great episodes. There are going to be a lot more Cas and Y/n scenes. And more chapters too. I do recommend that you read my first book so you get the full Y/n Winchester build-up. Okay with out further due enjoy the second book of Love War and Grace.

Paring: Castiel x reader

word count: 4.4k

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season five of Supernatural, Guns

AN/ Hey Ya'll so I did notice that it's been a month since I've updated this series sorry for that. This is the longest I've written in a while so that's part of the reason why it took so long. Anywho hope you enjoy especially Cas's and Y/n Renion.

Chapter 16: Good God Ya'll

POV: Y/n “Alright, it looks like you can go home.” The doctor said while putting her supplies away. “Great thanks doc.” She stops and seems to peer into my soul. “You know I have never seen a heart attack like yours I mean you're twenty-four, fit, don’t smoke it just doesn’t make sense.” Yeah I know but it's not like I can tell her that Angels exist and that they all pretty much hate me. “Uh yeah crazy.” I walked to the door. “You must have a guardian Angel.”  She jokily said. Oh, you have no idea.

I stepped into Bobby’s doorway to his room he was in his wheelchair just staring out the window. “Hey, what did the Doc say?” Sam asked me. “All good thanks to Cas.” Speaking of him where the Hell is he. Dean comes to us carrying an envelope. “It's been like three days now?” Sam and I both sighed. “We got to cheer him up. Maybe I'll give him a backrub.” “Dean” Again Sam and I both said. “Look...we might have to wrap our heads around the idea that Bobby might not just bounce back this time.” I mean he’s right this kind of news you don't just get drunk and forget about it.

“What's in the envelope?” I nod at the paper. “Went to radiology.” He pulls out the X-ray. “Got some glamour shots.” It was his ribs and it had Enochian engraved in his bones. “Is that why I feel like I have the worst heartburn ever.” I pointed to the picture. “Yup, curtsy of Cas apparently no demon or Angel can find us” Okay does not mean him too? Then Sam’s phone rings. “Hello? ...Castiel?” CASTIEL! “Speak of the devil.” “Ah, St. Martin's Hospital. Why? What are you—Cas?” Cas had hung up on Sam. And the Angel walks up to us. “Castiel…” I just got lost in my thoughts staring at him.

“Y/n I'm glad to see that you're doing well.” That’s it! He must have something on his mind. “Cell phone, Cas? Really? Since when do angels need to reach out and touch someone?” Dean questioned. “You're hidden from angels now—all angels. I won't be able to simply—” He tried to explain. “Enough foreplay.” Bobby announced from his chair. “Get over here and lay your damn hands on.” “I can't.” What? “Say again?” He spun in his chair.

“I'm cut off from heaven and much of heaven's power. Certain things I can do. Certain things I can't.” What about me then? “You're telling me you lost your mojo just in time to get me stuck in this trap the rest of my life?” I can see Castiel is sad that he can’t help. “I'm sorry.” “Shove it up your ass.” I feel terrible for Cas and Bobby.”At least he's talking now.” Dean commented to Sam and me. “I heard that.” “I don't have much time. We need to talk.” Cas directed to Dean. “Okay.” “Your plan to kill Lucifer.” “Yeah. You want to help?” “No. It's foolish. It can't be done.” Cas does really not have any fucks to give.

“Oh. Thanks for the support.” “But I believe I have the solution. There is someone besides Michael strong enough to take on Lucifer. Strong enough to stop the apocalypse.” We are wondering who he’s talking about. “Who's that?” “The one who resurrected me and put you on that airplane. The one who began everything. God.” Okay God right I mean why not. “I'm gonna find God.”

Dean closes the door so people don’t think we're insane. “God?” “Yes.” “God.” “Yes! He isn't in heaven. He has to be somewhere.” Cas sounded so sure. “Try New Mexico. I hear he's on a tortilla.” Dean said and poor sweet Cas did not get the joke. “No, he's not on any flatbread.” “Listen, Chuckles, even if there is a God, he is either dead—and that's the generous theory—” “He is out there, Dean.” “—or he's up and kicking and doesn't give a rat's ass about any of us.” Cas just glares.

“I mean, look around you, man. The world is in the toilet. We are literally—at the end of days here, and he's off somewhere drinking booze out of a coconut. All right?” “Enough. This is not a theological issue. It's strategic. With God's help, we can win.” he really believes. “It's a pipe dream, Cas.” Cas gets very close to Dean. “I killed two angels this week. My brothers. I'm hunted. I rebelled. And I did it, all of it, for you, and you failed. You and your brother destroyed the world—and I lost everything, for nothing. So keep your opinions to yourself.” Damn, I don't think I've ever seen Cas like that before.

“You didn't drop in just to tear us a new hole. What is it you want?” Bobby voiced. “I did come for something. An amulet.” A necklace? “An amulet? What kind?” “Very rare. Very powerful. It burns hot in God's presence. It'll help me find him.” “A God EMF?” Sam questioned. “Well, I don't know what you're talking about. I got nothing like that.” Bobby shrugged his shoulders. “I know. You don't.” Cas turns to Dean. He looks down at Dean’s necklace. “What, this?” “May I borrow it?” Cas asked politely.

“No.” “Dean. Give it to me.” Dean is silent, he looks at me and I nod my head. “All right, I guess.” He takes it off. And hestionly gives it to Cas. “Don't lose it. Great. Now I feel naked.” Cas now has the necklace. “I'll be in touch.” He goes to walk out of the room. “CAS wait up!” 

He is very quick on his feet I guess having wings would help with that. I caught up to him and grabbed his wrist to pull him into a room ironically it was the chapel. We just stood staring at each other a little. I couldn't believe that he was here. I finally shake out of my trance-like state. And go to hug him tight like he would disappear in my fingers. And he does the same. “Cas were you really …. Dead?” I say right next to his ear. An answer came that I never hoped to hear.

“Yes.” A tear slips down my cheek and I squeeze him harder. We let go of each other slowly. We sat down on the pews. “So do you really think God will help us?” “I'm here aren't I” I sigh and process everything. “Ok, we will get God’s help then.” “Y/n do you really believe in this plan?” He wasn't just asking as a tactic to win this war but as my friend.

“I believe in you Cas yes God brought you back but you are the one who is fighting actively with us so no matter what remember that.” “Thank you Y/n, I must go start the search.” “Ok but now that you can’t just pop in where I am please use your phone that I gave you for that very reason” I finish with a smile. He gives me one back and files off.

When I was gone Rufus had called Bobby sounding really in trouble and something about Demons. We drove up to this bridge in Colorado and it looked like a tornado had walked through. “This is the only road in or out.” Great. “Looks like we're going to put those scout skills that we never learned to use boys. Let’s Go!” I grabbed my pack and gun and we were off.

We walked into the town slowly and lets just that tornado had walked over and full on ran through. Cars flipped over store doors open … blood in lots of places. Sprilikers on for hours. I had been in haunted places before but I have never felt a chill in my body like this. We are checking out this car when we hear a gun cuck and we turn around. It’s Ellen.

“Ellen hey!” I go to hug her but she raises the gun to my face. Dean gets in between us. “That’s far enough.” “Ellen, what the heck's going on here?” And in response, she throws holy water at Dean. I have to hold back my snicker. “We're us.” He says annoyed, whipping off his face. We walked to a church where the survivors of whatever happened held up. When Ellen knew we were safe she threw herself onto me first for a hug. When she hugged Dean and she pulled back she slapped him.

“You can't pick up a phone? What are you, allergic to giving me peace of mind the only one to call is Y/n. I got to find out that you're alive from Rufus?” Dean seems surprised by her care. “Sorry, Ellen.” “Yeah, you better be. You better put me on speed dial, kid.” “Yes, ma'am.” All of us go to the church basement and theirs a demon trap in front. “What's going on, Ellen?” I ask. “More than I can handle alone.” “How many demons are there?” Sam asks in almost bewilderment. “Pretty much the whole town, minus the dead people and these guys.” Holy shit Demons are having super bowl parties.

“So, this is it, right? End times? It's got to be.” Ellen states. “Seems like it.” Sam replies back. Ellen knocks on the door and the makeshift peephole cover gets moved. “It's me.” Someone opens the door and we're let in, the people in here look like they've been through… war. They all look normal and one of them is pregnant. Peachy just peachy.

“This is Sam and Dean, Y/n. They're hunters. Here to help.” A guy who looks like he's the most confident out at of everyone comes up to us. “You guys hip to this whole demon thing?” “We have some experience.” I answered laughing inside. There was another man in glasses sitting at the table who looked especially like he had seen something. “My wife's eyes turned black. She came at me with a brick. Kind of makes you embrace the paranormal.” Yeah, I would too.

“All right, catch us up.” Dean told Ellen. “I doubt I know much more than you. Rufus called. Said he was in town investigating omens. All of a sudden, the whole town was possessed. Me and Jo were nearby—” What? Now that’s a surprise. The last time I knew she would rather have Jo be a Barmaid than a hunter! “You're hunting with Jo?” “Yeah, for a while now. We got here, and the place—well, the place was like you see it. Couldn't find Rufus, then me and Jo got separated. I was out looking when I found you.” Well, that’s great.

“Don’t worry Ellen we’ll find her” I touched her arm in a comforting way. She gave me a small smile in return. “Either way, these people cannot just sit here” Sam said looking at everyone. Especially the pregnant woman. “We got to get them out now.” “No, it's not that easy. I've been trying. We already made a run for it once.” “So we just reverse the plan-” Ellen stopped me. “Sweetie we used to have twenty.” My eyes widened. “Well, there's four of us now—” Dean tried again.

“You don't know what it's like out there. Demons are everywhere. We won't be able to cover everybody.” “What if we get everyone guns?” Sam suggested. “Sam you want to give walking nursery over there one she won’t make it five feet without going into early labor.” I said to him hoping to slap some sense into him. “More salt we can fire at once, more demons we can keep away.” Of course, it didn’t work when did my brothers ever listen to me!? “Fine everyone but her I'll carry two guns” I could tell Sam was ashamed but he was right, unfortunately. Dean broke our tension.

“There's a sporting goods store we passed on Main on the way in. I bet they got guns.” “All right. You stay. We'll go.” Sam said to Ellen. “What about—” I pulled Ellen into a hug. “Ellen if she’s out there I promise to bring her back.” She had tears in her eyes but kept them back to be strong. “Thank you Y/n.” I squeezed her arms and followed my brothers. 

We stop outside the door well Dean stopped us. “Why don't we just go?” Dean directed to Sam about him and I. “What? Just you and N/n?” Sam clapped back. “Well, yeah. Somebody's got to stay here and start giving them Shotgun 101.” “Yeah. Ellen.” Sam starts to go but Dean stops him again. “No no no. It's gonna go a lot faster if you stay and help, okay?” “While you and Y/n split up to go get guns and salt and look for Jo and Rufus? That's stupid.” “Dean We’ll be okay.” “Thanks N/n.” But Dean was stubborn. “You don't want me going out there.” Sam realized. “I didn't say that.” “Around demons.” “I didn't say that.” “Fine, then let's go.” Sam stopped upstairs and Dean gave me an uneasy look.

Dean and I had gone to go look for Guns while Sam was getting salt. “Ok come on let me have it.” Dean said to me. “I don’t know what you're talking about.” I looked at the shotguns not looking up at him. “Y/n I know you, your silence speaks louder than your words so spit it out.” “Dean, I can't tell you how to feel about this.” “But you're judging me.” “No, I'm not.” I put the bag of guns on the table and filled it. I could tell he was still thinking that.

“Dean I think you're feelings about this whole demon blood situation is right but Sam deserves our sympathy with him.” “But he!-” “I know what he did I was there. But he’s our brother and I am going to choose to believe that he can handle this and if he can’t then I'll be with him every step of the way.” I stopped to take a breath. “I hope you choose that too.” I picked up the bag and walked out.

We went to the store to check on sam and when walked in the scene was not good. Sam was bent over a body looking at the blood dripping off the blade like it was liquid drugs. “Sammy?” He drops the knife. 

The basement air had grown stronger with tension more and more the longer we were stuck down here and now seeing Sammy Dean was on edge. Teaching everyone shotgunning quickly is harder than it sounds. “Miss, can you show me?” It was the pregnant woman. “Mahm what’s your name?” “Caddy.” “Caddy, do you know the gender and name?” she smiled looking down at her bump, and that right there I knew I wouldn't be able to live if I let her out there. “A girl and her name will be Andra”

“That’s a beautiful name and Andra is the reason why I can't let you go out there.” She looked shocked. “But I can fight.” “I know you can Caddy but if you got hurt then you may never know your kid and I won't allow that.” She sat down tears in her eyes. “I'll fight for you double-fisting it so don’t worry the demons will get it no matter what.” I tried to add a little humor to it. “Thank you.” “Don’t mention it.”

“I'll be back.” I overheard Ellen say. I got straight up. “Where are you going?” “I can't sit here on my ass. My daughter's out there somewhere. I'm not back in half an hour, go. Get these people out of here.” Before I can say anything Sam speaks up. “No, wait. I'll go with you.” “Whoa, hold on. Can I talk to you for a second?”  My two brothers walked out. And I could hear the arguing. Suddenly the door pops open. Dean is up against the wall and Sam is holding him there. “If you actually think I—” Sam was getting emotional and they were talking about the demon blood.

With Sam and Ellen gone the pastor was reciting prayers like crazy. And Dean was thinking, walking back and forth. Someone pounds on the door Dean goes to open it and there is Ellen. “Ellen, what happened Where's Sam?” I asked, seeing her state telling me that she had taken a punch. She doesn't answer me and just sits down.

“They took him? Demons took him? Oh my god. What if they're in here? The demons?” Caddy got very worried. “Caddy don't worry they can't get past that door.” I pointed. Dean grabbed a shotgun and was going to leave. “Everybody sit tight. I got to—” He glanced back at everyone and saw their faces and knew he couldn't leave them like this. “Okay, we need to get a plan together. Tell me everything.” He sat down and tells the pastor and he gave me a nod of his head like, don’t worry.

“Guys, one of them's in Jo. We got to get it out without hurting her.” Well, now it's personal. Ellen snorts, laughing at something. “It called me a bitch.” “Ok no offense Ellen but I've been called worse because I took the last hot dog at seven eleven,” I responded. “No, that's not what I meant. It called me a black-eyed bitch.” Dean and I hear and either these demons are looking in mirrors or something fishy is going on.

“What kind of demons are these? Holy water and salt roll right off. My daughter may be an idiot, but she's not stupid. She wears an anti-possession charm. It's all kind of weird, right?” Ellen commented putting the pieces together. “The whole thing's off.” Dean finished. “What's your instinct?” Mine would be call Cas but I know he’s trying to look for God or whatever. “My instinct? My instinct is to call Bobby and ask for help. Or Sam.”

“Well, tough. All you got's me and N/n, and all we got's you. So let's figure it out.” “You know I agree with Ellen Dean.” “All right.” “Ellen do you know why Rufus came was there a specific sign or?” I asked. “He said something about water. That's all I know.” Water? “Padré, you know what she's talking about—the water?” Dean asked the pastor. “The river. Ran polluted all of a sudden. Last Wednesday. And the demon thing started up the next day.” Interesting. “Anything else anything at all?” “Maybe, but it's pretty random.” “Trust me Austin in this life nothing is random.” he takes in my own words. “Shooting star—does that count?”

The three of us look at each other in knowing. “Real big. Same night. Wednesday.” “That definitely counts.” Dean goes over to the bookshelf and grabs one of the many Bibles. And flips through the pages till he finds the right one. “"And there fell a great star from heaven, burning like a torch, and it fell upon the river, and the name of the star was Wormwood. And many men died."” I leaned down on the table thinking about it.

“I don’t know about you guys but that sounds like a giant ass warning sign of the apocalypse.” “Y/n’s right.” Dean agreed with me. “And these specific omens, they're prelude to what?” “The Four Horsemen.” The pastor responded. “And which one rides the red horse?” Dean questioned. “War.” war!? War. “Dean that sweet ride that was parked on main street the red Mustang.” I pointed out and he shook his head in agreeance. “If War is a dude and he's here, maybe he's messing with our heads.” “Turning us on each other.” Ellen concluded. “You said Jo called you a black-eyed bitch. They think we're demons, we think they're demons. What if there are no demons at all and we're all just killing each other?” I asked everyone in general to everyone. 

“So now you're saying that there are no demons and war is a guy.” Austin vocalized and he was right, our lives sound like they were ripped from a cheesy early two thousand TV show. “You believed crazy before.” Dean voiced back. Then there was another slamming on the door. It was Roger which is weird because I don't remember leaving.  “I saw them, the demons. They know we're trying to leave. They said they're gonna pick us off one by one.” “Wait wait wait. What?” Dean proclaimed our thoughts.

“I thought you said there were no demons.” “Austin there's not, okay.” I told him. “I thought someone should go out and see what's going on!” Oh come on! If I did not know about the supernatural world I would be pissing my pants right now! “They're gonna kill us unless we kill them first!” Roger responded in panic. “Guys please hold on!” “No, we got people to protect. All right, the able-bodied go hunt some demons.” Austin said straight back at me. He grabbed the shotguns.

“Whoa whoa whoa. Slow your roll. This is not a demon thing.” Dean tried to stop him.  Out of t the corner of my eye, I see Roger twist a ring on his finger. Fuck it's him. “Look at their eyes! They're demons!” He pointed at us and I'm sure we looked like demons. Caddy gasps. No no! “Caddy!-” But before I could get another word out Dean pulls me out of the room and a gunshot almost hits us.

“Okay this is plan you and Ellen get Jo and I'll get Rufus.” Dean whispered to us. We nodded and went to them.Ellen sets off the bomb. Jo walks a little close to window and Ellen grabs her and pins her to the wall. Of course she tries to fight. “Now you listen up, Joanna Beth Harvelle.” Ellen pulled the full name card. “Jo its us!” “Get off of me bitches!” “Jo if we were demons we would have disaboled you by now!” I try to reason. She listens. “N/n?” “Yes!” 

Now both of them didn’t want to kill us we could talk. “We all on the same page?” Ellen asked. Rufus and Dean nod. “Good.” “Hi, Jo.” “Hey.” Ok sensing tension between these two I'll pin that for later. “Okay, we got to find War before everybody in this town kills each—” Gunshots. Everyone ducks. “Damn it! Where's Sam?” Dean yells. “Upstairs.” I let him go, I had a feeling that Caddy needed help. They have the horseman and I have the people.

Ellen and I tried to sneak out to the battlefield but it was pretty hard with bullets flying through the air. “Caddy! Caddy, you have to get out of here!” “No, you're a demon!” “Caddy if I was a demon I would want you out here!” she was going to say something else but I saw a person behind her holding a handgun.

“CADDY!” I push her out of the way and a bullet goes into my arm and I'm pushed back on the ground by the force. I don’t even have time to look at my wound before the guy gets on top of me with a knife. He’s about to stab me in the heart but I catch his wrists before he can slam down. I'm slowly losing strength and the knife is slowly going down. I’m sorry guys, Cas.

The blade is about to go in my chest when the guy stops. “What the fuck!!” He gets off. “Yeah me too dude.” I breathe deeply. “Y/n! Are you okay?” CAddy asked me. “Nothing a little dirt won’t fix.” I simled to hide my pain. “You saved me.” “It was nothing.” She pulls me into a hug. “Yes, it was.” 

It feels surreal to be at such a wonderful beautiful place when the day was so ugly and stressful. I was sitting at the picnic table with my brothers twirling the ring in my hands. “So, pit stop at Mount Doom?” Dean broke the silence. “Dean—” “Sam, let's not.” “No, listen. This is important. I know you don't trust me.” Dean looks away and I nudge him to bring him back. “Just, now I realized something. I don't trust me either.” We both look at him.

“From the minute I saw that blood, only thought in my head...and I tell myself it's for the right reasons, my intentions are good, and it, it feels true, you know? But I think, underneath...I just miss the feeling. I know how messed up that sounds, which means I know how messed up I am. The thing is, the problem's not the demon blood, not really. I mean, I, what I did, I can't blame the blood or Ruby or...anything. The problem's me. How far I'll go. There's something in me that...scares the hell out of me, Dean Y/n. In the last couple of days, I caught another glimpse…” “So what are you saying?”

“I'm in no shape to be hunting. I need to step back, 'cause I'm dangerous. Maybe it's best we just...go our separate ways.” I think he's right if he needs time. “Well, I think you're right.” Dean responded and Sam and I were both surprised. “I was expecting a fight.” “Me too.” “The truth is I spend more time worrying about you than about doing the job right. And I just, I can't afford that, you know? Not now.” I feel like Dean is still avoiding his feelings but that's up to him. “I'm sorry, Dean.” “I know you are, Sam.”

“So Y/n which one of us do you want to go with. I thought for a minute and then I came back with an answer. “I think a little separation will be good for us all to sort through our own feelings without anyone else's opinion mixing in our own.” I want Dean to really think by himself. “Where will you go?” They both ask me. “With Ellen and Jo if they are okay with that.” Sam stands up and hugs me. “But you better still call me that threat could still happen.” I tease. “You too Dean.” “Yeah, I know my little sister can kick my ass.” He said as he hugged me. 

Jo and Ellen are packing up a truck. “Hey, N/n came to say goodbye?” Ellen asked. “Um actually the opposite and I totally understand if you don't want to but I was wondering if you had space for an extra hunter for a while.” Ellen throws me a pack in response. “Well come on we just got word on a possible vamp nest in Texas.” Jo smiles and we get in the truck. I roll down the window and just hope that this time apart will bring us together. 

AN/ Hope you all enjoyed and don't worry the siblings will be back together soon enough. See you Ya'll next time Xoxo Gossip Girl:)

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I’m really hoping for a happy arc for Lavellan and Solas in Veilguard, oh god. No surprises like him being trapped in the Fade while she’s stuck in reality, or having to make a painful choice about who gets to stay alive. Just no, please.

There are so many words and shattered hopes here, I’m sorry, but I couldn’t stop myself. Grab a cup of tea, some cookies, and sit next to me, my dear Solavellan.

And now, it’s time to lay all the cards on the table. You know, I can’t help but connect the story of Doctor Who and Rose with Lavellan and Solas in my mind. These storylines mean so much to me, and they both break my heart in the same way.

Don’t worry if you’re not familiar with the Doctor Who fandom, I tried to write this as comfortably and clearly as possible for our little refuge.

Relationships that are doomed from the start but where the characters fight through all the difficulties just to see their loved one again... these fill me with awe and pain. (I’m not normal, haha) When creating such relationships, writers have a huge responsibility, and you can’t just trample on expectations, like what happened to me (and many others in the fandom) with the ending of Doctor and Rose.

(A bit of a description of the Doctor and Rose’s love so you can better understand why I’m so anxious of the Solavellan part of the fandom. Warning: Spoilers below. If you’re planning to watch the series starting with the Tenth Doctor, you might want to skip the next few paragraphs.)

He’s immortal, lonely, brooding, and full of regret. He chose the death of his people for the sake of the universe’s survival. He mourns them, he’s broken, lost. He can never undo his decision, and he no longer knows who he is. And then he meets her. She rekindles the light and hope in him. She helps him make the right choices. She changes her life for him, falls in love, even though she knows their relationship is impossible. He feels the same, but it’s like he doesn’t want to admit it. He enjoys her presence. For the first time in almost a thousand years, he falls in love. It slowly changes his world. And oh my God, their maximum intimacy is in their looks, their hugs, and the warm touches of their hands. (There were two kisses, but another being was in her body at the time. So it doesn’t count!)

How do you think this relationship ends?

It crashes into reality. She sacrifices herself and ends up trapped in a parallel reality where he can never exist. Never. It’s the end for them. Three minutes on Bad Wolf Bay. Buckets of tears. He fades away, and she’s left alone, crying along with me.

For years, she searched for a way to see him again. Her life changed so much it’s hard to imagine.

And then the moment of their reunion comes.

Hold your breath

And what did the writers come up with? Feel the strangeness of this decision: since she’s in another world where he can’t be with her, since he’s immortal and she’s mortal, let’s just create his mortal double and give him to her. They’ll be happy. haha. Happy ending.

Just imagine this horrible scenario (forgive me for this), where they create a double of Solas, stripped of all his godhood, mortal, and he’s given to Lavellan.

And Solas, the real Solas, with bitterness and full awareness of what’s happening, gives his Lavellan to him, then walks away into the mist. He loves her so much that he lets her go to another version of himself so she can be happy. Ugh. I feel awful.

Even as a teenager, I understood that this was utter nonsense. She’d leave that double in a day. It’s so obvious, damn it. It’s the worst decision the writers could’ve made for such a strong relationship.

And that’s it, the end. For almost 20 years, there’s been nothing more, and there won’t be. It’s over, and it’s just brutal. It’s a love story that got a happy ending only in fanfiction, fan art, and role-playing.

And that’s why I’m so scared for the outcome of the relationship in Veilguard. God, let it be a worthy ending for all of us few Solavellans. Damn it, this part of the fandom deserves some happiness already.

I truly wish I could have the chance to create a good ending for Solas and Lavellan. I’m sure that even 10 minutes of a cutscene would be enough to make us happy. If we don’t get happiness, then I’ll write another endless rant. In any case, there are always amazing authors, artists, and creators who can heal any plot shortcomings.

There’s so much sadness and doubt here, oh ir abelas, vhenan

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I Fucking Hate You

A/N: Welcome back to Day 4 of Survive the Night! And happy 4th of July!!! To celebrate the fourth, I decided to go with the American man of the hour! This is the most tame out of my fics, but I still hope you enjoy!

Warnings: 18+, Hate Sex, Sub!Quaritch, Mean!Reader, Slapping, Degradation, Manipulation, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Kuru Play, Scent Kink

Being stuck in a giant blue body was the last thing I wanted. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have always been on the side of the Na’vi, no matter what, but I had no interest in becoming one. I was completely satisfied as a human and planned on dying as a human. I guess I got what I wanted; somehow, I died, and they decided to put me in this body full-time. Fucking sucks, but what can I do about it.

Funny enough, I figured that if I died, it’d be due to the bastards finding out I’ve been ratting them out to the natives this whole time, but I don’t think they’d waste a couple of billion on a traitor.

So not only do I have to continue living on this hell planet, I got saddled with Lucifer himself, fucking Colonel Miles Quaritch. After getting our new bodies, the doctors ordered mandatory physical rehab until we could prove ourselves in the field. Of course, that means sparing, and because I am now a part of ‘Deja Blu,’ as we’re so aptly named, I can’t help but roll my eyes every time I think about that god-awful name; that means that I’m under the head bitches command. Fuck I hate listening to that pompous jackass. He’s always on my ass, and I don’t mean in the ‘he scrutinizes my every decision’ type of way; I mean he follows me everywhere, gives me the best gear, refuses to let anyone talk back to me, and no one else is allowed to spar with me. Maybe I wouldn’t hate it as much if it weren't for the fact that he holds back the entire time. I can’t even get a decent exercise out of him!

I huffed as I waited in the training room, the large sparring mat in the middle of the floor. I had kicked off my shoes a while ago, tapping my barefoot impatiently, waiting for his royal highness to arrive.

After 43 minutes of waiting, the metal doors finally swooshed open, and there he was, sauntering in with that damn grin on his face, looking like the cat who caught the canary.

“Sorry about that, Darlin’, got held up by the general; you know how she can get,” He grinned, stepping onto the mat.

I rolled my eyes as my bare feet padded on the metal floor, the mat a welcome feeling from the stark cold, “Let’s just get to work,” I mumbled lazily. 

Quaritch’s eyes flashed with glee as he readied himself on the mat, eagerly meeting me in the middle. “You’re always such an eager thing,” he said quickly, getting into position on the mat.

I match his stance, widening my legs and bringing my arms up to my chest, with Quaritch being taller than me, most attacks will come from above, so keeping my hand up will keep me more protected.

Already irritated from waiting, I struck first, quickly jabbing at his neck, wanting this over with. Unfortunately, Quaritch dogges, sidestepping me and aiming for my middle; I pivot around, keeping him directly in front of me. I used the momentum to drive my right foot into his knee, landing a solid hit; he stumbled back, and using the chance, I aimed two hits on his stomach. He caught the first hand, but the second sent him to the ground.

I growled lowly, my tail flickering irritably behind me. I know he can fight better than this; I’ve seen him.

“Can’t you do any fucking better than that?” I snapped, returning to the middle of the mat, ready to go again. 

Quaritch stands and follows me to the middle. “As you wish, Sweetheart,” he drawls. His face looks serious, but the way his ears perk up, I knew he is pleased.

I growled and went again.

We did this again and again and again.

Never once did I lose. By now, I was hissing and spitting at Quaritch, pissed that he never once actually fought me. 

“Can you do anything right, you fucking bitch?” I snarled, uppercutting his face sending him to the ground. 

Quaritch lays there panting, his eyes blown wide, as blood drips from his nose, “I dunno Doll, seems we’re having a good time right now,” He smiled softly at me.

I scoff, turning away from him, “Like I can have fun with you, such a useless fuck.”

He scrambled off the mat, trying to catch up with me, “Don’t be like that; I was just trying to have a good time with you,” He gently grabbed my arm as he pleaded with me.

“Oh yes, I just love having my time wasted when I could be sparing with anyone else. Mansk has been interested, and I’d probably learn something from him, unlike you,” I commented in an overly sweet tone, not letting his grip slow me.

I had to hold back my smirk; I knew mentioning Mansk would get his attention. Qauritch turned me around, grabbing both my arms, refusing to let me leave.

His ears pinned back as Quaritch looked at me pleadingly, “I’m sorry, Darlin’, don’t leave; I shouldn’ have messed with ya like that. I just wanted to have some time with ya,” He quickly tried to plead his case. 

I rolled my eyes, refusing to look at him, “I could have done something productive, yet instead, I was stuck with your uselessness. You’re supposed to be a Colonel, yet you can’t even spar properly. Seriously, why do I even bother with you?”

Quaritch bit his lip as he tried to think of something to say, “You’re just so pretty I can’t even think about markin’ such a cute face. I hate the idea of you getting hurt.” 

I slowly leaned back, making him think that I was walking away.

“No, no, no, please don’t go! Let me make it up to ya,” His grip tightened slightly; still afraid of grabbing me too hard, he refused to leave a single mark on my body.

I raised my eyebrow as I looked at him from the side, “And how do you plan on making it up to me?”

Quaritch’s breathing quickened as he slowly lowered himself to his knees, his hands caressing my arms as he slides down until he rested at my hips. He rests his head on my stomach, “Would this be good for you?”

I huff dramatically as if this isn’t exactly what I wanted, “Let’s see if you can actually please me,” I cross my arms over my chest. 

His shoulders drop as if I had just released all of his anxiety. My shirt had ridden up during our sparring, leaving some of my blue skin exposed to Quaritch; he slowly started to kiss the skin, open-mouthed and wet, gently sucking on each spot. 

I’m careful not to show that I was enjoying it; I can’t let him have an easy time after the shit he pulled earlier. I looked away, not bothering to have him in my sight.

Quaritch’s large hands start to massage my hips, gently pulling the fabric of my pants down, giving him more skin to suckle on.

This goes on for a little while. I indulge him in worshiping my body, but I want more. I grab the base of his queue, tugging it, “I’m getting bored,” I explain dully.

A loud groan left his lips as I pulled on the most sensitive part of his anatomy. Quaritch’s instincts should be screaming at him to move, to remove the pain away from a crucial part of his body, yet he doesn’t fight me for one second. Instead, he looks at me with devotion.’

“‘M sorry, Doll,” He moaned, slowly unzipping my pants.

The bothersome material drops to the floor, and carefully Quaritch helps me step out on each side, relieving me of the damned fabric. As usual, I forgo any underwear; the natives have it right, the less clothing, the better; everything the humans make here is fucking awful on my skin. 

My slit was already slightly relaxed from his attention earlier; small droplets of slick escaped me. They didn’t go far; as Quaritch’s tongue lapped them up, the sound that came out of him was primal; he placed his nose right at my slit and breathed deeply. The fucking slut always does this. He’s such a scent freak. 

“Fuckin’ hell, Darlin’, you always smell so good,” His words of praise sounded through the room.

I scoffed lightly as I gave another sharp tug to his queue, “What did I just say about being bored?” 

Quaritch’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, “Oh fuck,” His voice came out in a timber moan, but finally he did something. He stuck out his tongue, using the flat of it to lick from the bottom of my slit to the top. 

I lean my head back and close my eyes, enjoying the new attention. He continues to slowly lap at my slit, easing it open more. The gentle waves of pleasure were nice; glad that he’s good at this; it’s the only damn thing he’s good at.

Quaritch slowly pulls away, “Darlin’, would you mind-”

I snarl as I tug his queue, pulling his head at an awkward angle, a small hiss leaving his lips from the stabbing pain in his skull.

“I do, in fact, mind you wasted my time and my attention, and now you think you can ask something for me when the only thing you can do right is give me a little bit of pleasure? Fuck you’re useless; at least Sully could make me cum over and over again, yet here I am, settling for your mouth.” I growled.

My words cut Quaritch as they always do, his eyes widening, looking like I had betrayed him, but I smirked as I spotted his pants; through the tan fabric, there was a wet spot forming from where his cock was attempting to escape his own slit.

“Alway’s a fucking masochist; I wonder what the general would think knowing her prized Colonel is nothing more than a slut who likes being degraded.” I forced his head back to my slit, not leaving any room for him to move, “Now, do your fucking job before I decide to report your behavior.”

I could see the panic building in him; if I were to go to her bitchyness, all our little escapades would have to stop. Quaritch knows that I can easily replace him, and I wouldn’t think twice about him, but I am his fucking world. I am his goddess on this forsaken planet; losing me would devastate him, and he would lose his very self. 

His mouth resumed with vigor, licking my slit, trying to open me up for more. The fear in his eyes brought heat to my slit, causing slick to leak out, making a mess all over Quaritch’s face. He sucks the flesh into his mouth, forcing the skin to swell from the blood flow.

“Oh fuck that’s it,” I moaned, grinding my hips into his face. 

He moaned in response to me, and he started to roll his hips, wanting stimulation but knowing that I didn’t permit him to touch. His free hand traveled from my hip to my slit, easily sliding a finger into my wetness, my inner tendrils eagerly wrapping around his finger. A soft sigh left my lips, his finger curling inside me, stimulating my insides. Quaritch never stopped his work with his mouth, eagerly slurping up my slick and sticking his tongue inside, searching for more.

“More,” I growled lightly, rocking my hips.

Quaritch eagerly complied, slipping another finger inside me, the two wiggling and spreading around, my inner tendrils trying to curl around both of them while trying to bring them closer, my body not understanding that I couldn’t get sperm from them. All that my body longs for. 

Come on, fuck yes,” I whined, the coil in my stomach tightening as he slipped in another finger; my legs started to shake as I came, stars spotted across my vision as I grabbed Quaritch’s shoulder for support, slick gushed out of my covering his shirt and soaking the material.

Quaritch helps me ride out my high, his lips and fingers slowing before removing them. I work on catching my breath; as I step back, looking down, all I can see is pure love in his eyes.

He smiles softly at me, proud of what he did for me, “You feelin’ better, Darlin’?”

I nod my head sharply, not wanting to answer him.

His smile falters as he looks up hesitantly, “Darlin’, you know that I lo-”

I quickly shut him up as my hand meets his face. My palm is stinging as his face is snapped to the side.

I look him dead in the eye, void of any emotion, “No, you don’t. Don’t you ever fucking say that again.” 

I turned around, grabbing my pants along the way, knowing I left him there dejected on the floor.

Of course, I know this; this is how I leave him every time.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Future P2

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sad / Sweet /Dark

Part 2 please Omgggg that just broke me Plz part two Oh my god I'm crying now the ending is so sad but agree with the comments part 2 please 🙏

Warning: Suicidal mentions, self-harm, self-surgery, Attempted suicide, mentions of abortion, 

I headed across the hospital getting on with my usual business, I was finally getting back into the swing of things. I- I kinda, well... shut down after y/n left. I had done little but wallow around in my room, but I was getting back now even if I still felt like someone had cut me open and ripped out my heart. I'd have given anything to see her, but... I didn't want to go chasing after her. I didn't want to cause her any more pain. Even if I admit I had walked past her house more than I liked to admit, but I never saw her. 

I adjusted my waistcoat as I moved across the halls, I spotted a round man in the corridor and didn't think much of him. But as I got closer he seemed to know me. 

"You!" He yelled, "You horrendous, despicable, wretched Bastard!" 

Ohh shit, what have I done now? "Are you sure you're looking for me?" 

"Yes, I am Doctor Dawkins!"

"What exactly have I done to make you think this of me?"

"You know what you did!" He yelled, "I should have you hung right here!"

"What is it I am supposed to have done?"

"You Defilied my daughter!"

"I- I did nothing of the sort!"

"Yes, you did she admitted it!"

"I have done no such thing! Who are you even talking about?"

"Y/n Y/l/n!"

"... Y/n? You're Mr Y/l/n? You're Y/n's father!" Immediately I tried very hard not to knock him out the moment I knew who he was, my rage boiled in my blood, to think of all he had done to his daughter, that he had been the one to keep us apart, but I let out a breath trying to calm down if I have any hope of seeing her again, punching her father's lights out isn't the best idea, "You're daughter, Y/n. She is the woman I love. I am deeply in love with her, I have been since I met her, I know of your plan to marry her off but please if you'll even consider-"

"You have some nerve!" he yelled, "To speak of such talk at a moment like this! what are you trying to pull boy!"

"I am not pulling anything! I love her, I want to be with her, I want to marry her!"

"I do not wish to hear it-"

"Well, I'm still going to say it! I will say it a thousand times scream it from the hospital roof if I must," I told him "I am in love with your daughter!" I yelled, "I do not care for social rules, for standings and business, I don't care! I love her! I want to be with her! And I will not stop saying it until you allow me to be with her. I love her and I will tell you until you accept it, and I know she is in love with me too." 

"You defiled her!"

"I- I- Mr Y/l/n. I swear to you, I love your daughter beyond measure. I have never hurt her. I would never hurt her. She is far too sweet and far too precious, I swear to you on my life and my honour I have not ever touched your daughter." 

"Liar!"

"I- I admit... I held her hand. I admit I kissed her. I admit I once held her in my arms as comfort when she cried but that is all I swear I would never have done anything more and everything I did with her was consensual." 

"Then explain this!" He yelled handing me a letter, 

I took it rather confused and it was Y/n's handwriting, I did my best to read it given my... issues with reading, but words stuck out to me, 'innocence', 'Pregnancy', 'dishonour', 'goodbye'. This... this was a note to her father, explaining she had lost her innocence to me, she had gotten pregnant and that she felt such dishonour over this that she was to- no. No. No! "Where is she! Is she okay! What happened! What did she do!"

"She's here. Resting."

"Sh-She's alive!"

"Just. by the grace of god." 

I sighed in relief for a moment I thought she had really- But nothing in this letter made sense, I never had sex with her, we never did anything close to that, she wasn't pregnant, this didn't make sense. 

"After what you've done... spoiled my sweet girl! Not even her betrothed would want her now." He said, "If you truly love her, take her."

"T-Take her?"

"Have her. Take the damn bitch. She's no good to me. As a shell of a girl. Useless little thing"

"Where is she?"

"Room six." 

I didn't even wait I bolted as fast as I could through the hospital tears in my eyes until I got to room six, I burst in without a thought and there she was. 

Laid in a white nightie against the bed, sheets tucked up close to her, she was pale, and ghostly, but she was alive. It broke my heart to see her like this, I went over and held her hand, she was weak and limp but her pulse was still going, 

"Y/n?" I whispered trying to see if I could wake her my voice shaky, desperate full of sadness "Y/n? Y/n please, please just open your eyes" I begged, 

My words made her stir clearly weak and in pain, but slowly her eyes opened, she saw me and as our eyes met I couldn't hold my tears, so thrilled to see her, so thrilled to know she was okay, her lips slowly parted and her voice strained as it spoke, "Hi Jack."

"Hi Y/n." I choked up stroking her cheek trying desperately to comfort her, "How are you?"

"Uhh... A catastrophic amount of pain." she muttered,

"Will you show me?" I asked, "Please, I need to see. I need to know your okay." 

She seemed distant as I asked, but she took my hand and slowly brought it to her lips kissing it before she moved my hand to her stomach, I gave her a questionable look but I pulled back the covers, and pushed up her nightie expecting cuts on her thighs, her arms but they weren't there, instead I saw this brand new freshly sewn surgical scar across her stomach. it froze me to my core... 

"Wh- who did this to you-" I asked anger boiling over my tears turned angry I wanted to know I wanted to know this minute what this bastard had done to her! and who could ever be so cruel to do this to such a sweet girl?

"I did..." she whispered, 

Her words hit like a tone of bricks, she did this? ".... what did you do?" I whispered,

"It's hard to explain..."

"And- and this letter- none- none of this is making sense to me..."

"I can explain," she nodded, 

I sat beside the bed and held her hand ready to listen as long as I needed to understand, 

"I went home, I told my father what you said I told him how I had found a man who loved me, who wanted to marry me, wanted to be with me, but he didn't listen, I begged him to call off this wedding, to call of this man I was to be sold to, told him I would go to the chapel happily so long as I was marrying you." She explained, 

Awww my sweet little y/n. My y/n. that's the sweetest thing I could have heard, 

"But he denied me, I begged him pleaded him, he wouldn't listen. Said if I was to be going out and doing such things I should be locked away until my wedding, so... he locked me in my room."

"He- He locked you in your room!" My anger started to boil over again at the thought she had begged her father, said she would agree to his terms with one minor change, and still he locked her away. 

"He did, he locked me in my room. I tried to sneak out but he kept catching me. I kept trying to sneak out to see you but I kept getting caught, I knew soon my husband would arrive and it would be too late... so, I admit, in my desperation, I came up with a plan."

"A plan?" I asked, "What kind of plan?"

"After all your lessons, I felt confident enough to do... do this." She said looking at her scar, "My father cannot sell me to a man who wants a baby machine if I cannot make children."

"I know you can't have children but how did you convince your... " I began but I glanced at her scar, "Y/n?"

"He never believed I couldn't, so I ensured the impossibility." She said, 

"H- h- How are you not dead!" I yelled, "How did you not die of shock! how on earth did you do this surgery on yourself! How did you even get through the pain!"

"I drank... a lot of whiskey. A lot of cocaine cough medicine." she nodded,

"Uhhhh.... yeah that'll do it." I nodded, "How did that not kill you! How did you not bite your own tongue out?"

"I bit down on my pillow." She smiled, "I used the vintage surgical tools I have in my room as decor, I cleaned them first of course." she explained "I know I was foolish to do it, I just didn't know another way out..."

"I- Yeah you are foolish. so so foolish but- I admit, I can't not be impressed." I admit, "You completed a partial Abdominal hysterectomy on yourself! on your own! In your bedroom, with vintage surgical equipment, you were using as wall decor!"

"I did," she nodded, 

"You are absolutely insane," I told her, giving her lips a sweet kiss, "I fucking love you so much!"

"I love you too,"

"But the note?"

"I wrote it before I started, I knew I uhh wouldn't exactly have a lot of explaining time after, so I made the note ready for when my maid would bring breakfast, I lied. I said we had fallen in love so deeply that I allowed you freedom with me, that now I was pregnant and felt such dishonour from what I had done, at the disappointment of my family and husband-to-be, I wrote that I in my surgical knowledge I was to attempt my own abortion. I know my father would not know the difference, all to make it look as if my attempted surgery had gone wrong and instead of an abortion I ended up 'mistakingly' giving myself a partial hysterectomy." She explained, "So they found it after I collapsed from the pain, luckily just after I was done stitching up, they rushed me here, they checked me over, and that's it. Father want's nothing to do with me, my husband-to-be doesn't want me, and I am free to do and marry whom I wish."

"You are insane. you are the craziest person I have ever met, that is the most convoluted plan I have ever heard." I told her, "And it makes me love you even more, I'm so happy your okay. I don't care what you did or how you did it I'm just so happy your okay, and that we can be together." 

"I think it was clever."

"It was kinda clever," I laughed giving her more kisses, "It's so, so sweet you were so willing do to this just to me with me." 

"Do- do you still want me now?"

"Do I- Of course I do! I still want you. I still love you. if anything I love you more to see how devoted you are, to see how much you were willing to do just to be with me, and to see... how much to actually listen to my lessons." 

"You do?"

"I really do, I'm so impressed, so amazed, so utterly in love, I want you now even more than before." I told her, "You have no idea the mess I was without you, and when I thought you- It broke me, I can't imagine a life without you in it."

"Neither can I," she smiled "I love you so much,"

"I love you more." 

"Can I ask something?"

"Yes my sweet y/n?"

"Can you grade me on a curve?" she giggled looking at her scar,

I laughed, "Ohh, I think that's fair." I nodded, "Will you let me look?" I asked and she nodded so I very gently and carefully looked over her, and I had to admit... she did a damn good job, "Ohh very good, barely any blood, good clean up, very nice stitching, and given you're doing it on your first living patient, on yourself and with no painkillers... I am gonna have to give that a A++++" 

"Yay!" she playfully smiled even if she was weak

"Can I get you anything to make you more comfortable?" 

"Well..."

"What is it?"

"Could I..." she began, "Get a kiss?"

I smiled and gave her lips a sweet kiss, and my heart fluttered so much for her, after all this she had been through she's still my y/n, and I still love her more than anything. I did my best to be slow even if I wanted to kiss her much more, but she was weak, and tried, and I didn't want to overwhelm her. I pulled back and happily watched her as she rested playing with her hair and making sure she was alright, I can't even imagine the pain she must have been through. 

"Jack?"

"Yeah? Yeah, I'm here Y/n."

"do you... still want to marry me?"

"More than anything," I smiled, "You and I will build a very wonderful future together. Where we shall get married, you shall work as my head nurse, we will live together get ourselves a nice little house by the water, spend our days taking care of people, and our nights in one another arms, You'll be My y/n. My Mrs Dawkins." I told her kissing her hand, "Is that a future you want?"

"It is, it's the future I only knew once in my dreams."

"Well, then we shall have to make our dreams reality." I smiled 

"I do... feel bad,"

"About?"

"My condition, and now what I've done. I- I can't ever give your children."

"There are many children in this world who need parents who will love them. If you want children to be a part of our future, I will let you have as many children as our house can hold." 

"You mean it?"

"Of course,"

"I love you so much Jack,"

"I love you too Y/n," I smiled, "My y/n. My sweet sweet y/n. Now you rest. I'll be right here don't you worry, I'll take care of you every moment until you're all better. and as soon as you're better... I'll make you Mrs Dawkins."

"I best get better soon then," she giggled tugging my hand close to her tugging me into a kiss,