#they will eat all of Donna's fine cloths

[roturo]

CRY FOR ME -dick grayson x f!reader

① NEW REQUEST FROM ANONYMOUS!: sex pollen, old lovers meet again.

→ summary: He loves you, he really does, but he left you. Months wondering why he did that had you crying for him, never ending the never-ending cycle of the abandoned by Dick Grayson wasn't in your to-do list. It's time to hit him with a smile, rather than a goodbye that would leave him wondering.

→ warnings: SMUT, angst, sex pollen, mating press, breeding kink, marking, fingering & oral (f receiving), mutlipes orgasms, overstimulation, mention of weight loss (but it's never specified how much or the weight of the reader exactly, neither a body type), hero into villain!reader, med student!reader, mentions of kory and dick being together but never in a relationship, reader is friends with harley quinn, reader was part of the og titans.

A/N: I'm really proud of this one, might even do pt2 if it gets support. -Words: 3.4k

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¨And you know what I hate most of all that shit he put me through?, He-¨

¨Can you please stop talking about Dick Y/N? It's been MONTHS, damn it! almost a year! You're driving me nuts! I'm not even Dick's ex, or friend and I already hate him as much as you do. So let's move on.¨

¨You don't understand, I was a good girlfriend! Shit! I even became a hero for him! Now look where we are.¨

Harley laughs at your remark of how the tables have turned.

Both of you were sitting at the top of a building eating some ice-cream, which Harley insisted on steal from a random kid on the street, after robbing some random store she liked a collar from, you were now looking at how police officers where trying to look for a culpable of this crime.

It's been 11 months and 5 days since Dick broke up with you. You couldn't AND still don't understand why he did it, both of you were fine one day and the next one he decided, 'oh how could I destroy the woman of my dreams heart?, I know how! What if I tell her I don't need her anymore in my life and she's useless! then some months later fuck some fire princess and act like i'm a new person with this new suit and name! oh! also, re-do the titans! when my ex helped me do the og ones, helped when the fell apart but she's useless anyways!'

To say you weren't deep down for him, would be a lie. You don't know how he could keep laughing everyday knowing how his little trauma ass dumped you like trash. Well, if you're being honest he doesn't have a small ass, but that doesn't matter.

¨Aw, I want more ice-cream¨ Coming back to earth after some deep thoughts, Harley grabbed you by the wrists in order to change up and start looking some restaurant for dinner.

After changing clothes and Harley talking about how obsessed she´s with the Joker, you couldn't quite blame her, both of you were finally walking on the street, laughing at some random inside joke both of you had.

¨Huh.¨ Your phone started ringing and you could swear if it wasn't cold enough to freeze you up, the call was. ¨Who is it?¨ Harley asked, sneaking through your shoulder.

¨OH! Donna?, the cute girl you talked about?¨

¨Shhh, let me attend this call... Hello? Donna?¨

¨Y/N, um- hello! How are you? It's been what? one year since we don't talk?¨ ¨I'm... fine. How about you?¨

You were quite confused for this call, on the outside you're calm, but inside, you're freaking out.

¨I'm good, it's nice to hear you're doing fine!¨ ¨Thank you Donna, but I know you just don't call to ask how i'm doing, what's wrong?¨ ¨Oh well, you quite know me well Y/N, i'm sorry it seemed that way, but you're like the only person I know who could help us with some medical issues, you know? So I wanted to ask you if you could come and help us to deal with Conner, and maybe stay some days...? i'll explain you who he is and all of that later.¨ ¨Donna, you know i'm not longer on the me-¨

Harley pinched you in the arm, trying to talk but you were faster. ¨Ow Harley! Stop it!¨ You told your best friend in a whisper so Donna couldn't hear the both of you, also covering the microphone of your phone, for... extra precautions.

¨You don't understand! This is an awesome opportunity! You're going undercover in the titans tower! Imagine how crazy Jack (Jocker) would be! Say yes!¨

Thinking it for a few seconds, she was right, you could get some important information from them, it was indeed, an awesome plan.

¨Who knows, you might also see bird-boy again!¨ She said raising her eyebrows in a teasing way making you roll your eyes.

¨Y/N? Are you still there?¨

¨Yes, when do you need me to be there?¨

¨Erm... now if it's possible¨

You were now unpacking your suitcase, Donna told you to pack for at least a month, isn't that incredible?

You haven't come across any of the other titans, beside, Donna, Dawn, Gar, Rachel, Jason and Rose... Quite interesting team.

You didn't introduced well to the kids since you were in a hurry to enter your temporary room and not ran into someone else...

While you were unpacking your old tools Wayne gave you while you were their medical support 'hero' maybe also because you were a med student, you still helped with fights, bruises and hits.

You found the 'special' bandages you had for Dick, since the 'normal ones weren't soft enough for his bruises' a small smile appeared on your face at those old memories.

Now unpacking your clothes, you found three special lingerie underwear with a note from Harley:

'Just in case you have some fun ;)

xx Harley~'

The note made you roll your eyes but you couldn't deny it brighten your mood, throwing away the not and putting aside the 'Harley present', you continued unpacking your clothes, you brought in a separate case for your suit, just in case.

¨Y/N! Can you come here?¨

¨Coming!¨ maybe you could order the clothes other time.

When you entered the living room, the kids were no longer there, except Jason.

They started explaining you what happened between Deathstroke and what they know about Conner, you were paying attention to know what you're dealing with, you haven't even realize Dick came in sight until Dawn mentioned it.

But Dick didn't came alone, he was next fire princess which you couldn't care less to investigate her name when you found out about Dick meeting her.

¨Oh Dick! We brought Y/N so she could help us with Conner, since we don't have anyone else who knows about this weird medical stuff.¨ They know what happened between you two, and they still decided to ask for your help knowing he's going to be here.

You stood up from the sofa, eyes locking with his, you couldn't longer see the coldness in his eyes, but there wasn't warm either, you couldn't quite decipher what he's feeling.

¨Kory¨ She gave you her hand at which you responded with your name and doing the same. You locked eyes with her for a brief moment, a small smirk appeared in your face but disappeared once the greeting finished.

¨Y/N.¨ You locked eyes with him, a tension only the two of you could feel. You were different, much prettier, you lose some weight too, blame it on the break-up depression, but you were shining.

¨Grayson.¨ Hearing you say his last name instead of his name he could feel a small part of him getting shattered inside him, you changed.

After checking on Conner and taking some notes, it was finally night time, you were eating some cereal, knowing more about Gar and Rachel, Kory, Dawn, Donna and Robin were dressed up with their suits.

¨We have some issues to deal tonight with another troublemaker, nothing serious though, just a one night problem.¨ Dick announced while getting ready to go out.

¨Y/N, you should come! Maybe warm out a little like the old times." Dawn invited you, how nice of her, only if she knew you were also a troublemaker.

¨No thank you, i'm only here for medical support.¨ You gave her a small smile and said your goonights.

Some knocking in your door woke you up, it only passes one hour since you went asleep and they're already annoying you, first day!

¨Y/N? Are you awake?¨ You heard Dawn saying though the door.

¨Mmh¨ You replied.

¨We need you, it's Dick.¨

Even more annoying.

You walked next Dawn through the halls until you finally came into Dick´s room. Inside they were Donna and Kory, clearly concerned about his well being.

His behavior seemed, weird, there wasn’t any bruises or cuts, not even blood. He was just twisting in pain on his bed. You stepped closer to him, and got your hand on top of his forehead at which he only whined, that scared you, since it sounded more like a moan than a whine. He was hot, sweating and moving a lot.

You had your suspicions what this could be, but you needed to confirm it, this can't be real.

¨Can you please... tell me with which villain you fought with?¨

¨Ivy¨ Donna said.

Shit.

¨I need to make a call¨ you quickly said running out of the room.

¨Surprise, surprise!¨ Harley said in her taunting tone. ¨Oh my god Harley, I can't believe you.¨ ¨Well, you know a girl needs to help her best friend, so... I called another friend and voilà!¨ ¨What am I supposed to do? I don't have the fucking cure for sex pollen Harley! I owe you one, can't believe Ivy did this for me.¨ ¨You just said it, sex. C´mon Y/N!, it's your moment to play with him! He had you like a sad girl, why don't turn her into a mad girl? Make him cry for you. Break his heart like he did with you.

You ended the call, and just in time, Kory came. ¨Y/N, we need you Dick keeps talking about you and rambling about some stupid things.¨ You could sense a strange behavior from her, like if she just discovered something big.

Watching Dick twisting in pain and saying your name in just some black briefs felt good. You can't lie to yourself Harley was right.

¨It's sex pollen¨ You admitted.

¨And what's the cure? Do you have it? That's why you made the call?¨ Donna asked.

¨No, the only cure for it it's well... sex. The pollen might last for at-least 3 days or even a week, symptoms are well... extremely high sex-drive, dehydration, high temperatures, and... I think that's all.¨

Donna chuckled at what happened to Dick, ¨Let's go girls, let's leave this to Kory.¨ Dawn just laughed at a very shocked and blushed Kory, ¨Don't be like that Donna, Kory and Dick haven't confirmed anything yet.¨ You felt your jaw clenching, but decided to act calm, and when all of you were almost leaving, you were stopped.

¨No. I want her.¨ Dick said, pointing towards you. All of you stayed quiet at the sudden confession. You were shocked to say at least, blood rushing to your cheeks, you were about to leave that damn room until you remembered what Harley said.

Cry for me.

Donna grabbed your shoulder, looking at you. ¨You don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable.¨

¨No. It's okay, i'm in.¨

After mentally preparing yourself, bringing some water bottles into the room, they left you alone with him.

You sat next to him on his bed, memories came back flying around the both of you.

¨Look, I know that-¨ He completely cut you off when he started kissing you, making you lay down on the bed, you left a small moan when he broke the kiss for a moment.¨Oh my god, you don't know how much I wanted to kiss you again.¨

Did he missed you? Every question that came to your mind was easily erased when he started kissing and sucking your neck while unbuckling your jeans and taking them down with your underwear, he pulled apart to admire the bruises he left, he grabbed your panties and threw them to his nightstand.

He started kissing your thighs, making small pauses on each to make sure he's marking you as his again. Every time he went higher until he gave a small peck on your clit. ¨I can't wait to taste you sweetheart.¨ There it is... the nickname.

He got your legs over his shoulders and gave a testing long lick on your pussy, teasing your hole. At which he started sucking your clit once he heard the high pitched moan you did when he teases your hole.

His started spelling his name with his tongue on your pussy at which it only made you hornier, suddenly he inserted his index finger inside you. Dick sped up, fingers now flicking in and out of you at light speed, nose pressed into your clit, and before you knew it you were cumming, shuddering on his mouth, crying out his name.  Quickly he took all the remaining clothes from you and him, now both of you completely naked for each-other.

He was rock hard. No, scratch that, his cock looked like it was made of fucking ruby. Red and painful and already half-soaked with pre-cum.

He pressed your legs impossibly closer to your torso, moving down to meet your eyes, until you were folded in half beneath him, legs on his shoulders, putting you into a—

Oh. 

Oh. 

This was going to be a long night.

He fell on his forearms, and you wondered how much more you could take- He laced his fingers on top of your head, thumbs on your forehead, holding you still. He mumbled out another gonna make you feel s’ good before pounding you in earnest, practically bouncing you both on his mattress. His balls smacked against your ass, and the feeling was so damn satisfying that he just had to go harder. You would sport matching bruises tomorrow, his hips on your ass. You pushed out moans in time with his unforgiving pace, a metronome playing the beat to which his sanity danced away from him. 

“More?” He sounded fucking pathetic, like he was asking himself that, his voice octaves higher than it usually was, but he didn’t care. “More, you little slut? That what you want? You want more?”

“I’ll give you more,” he babbled, “More, baby, give you more give you everythin’ gonna fuck you so hard you won’t walk for weeks.”

He’s not too worried about hurting you—you’re already so wet—more that he’s afraid he’ll cum the second he starts moving again. Out of his previous partners, he doesn’t think any of them have felt this good around him.

“Please-” a strand of incomprehensible begs and pleads leaves his mouth when he starts thrusting into you again.

¨Shit- how are you even tighter huh? You've been keeping this tight pussy just for me?¨ He's a whiny mess, small kisses every time he cans, praises here and there.

“Mmm yes please yes please yesyesyesss—” was all you could manage. He laughed at you, breathless, and you wondered how he could keep up this pace and still rattle off incredibly filthy little comments, looking right in your eyes. 

“You’d like that? Yeah? Gon’ look so pretty, little baby, so pretty full of my child, yeah? All round and glowing and heavy with me. All of ’em will look at you and see me, all me, see that I did that. You want that? You want that you want that—”

He leans forward to coo praise into your ear, gently nipping at your earlobe. Goosebumps raise along your exposed flesh. The sound of skin slapping on skin echoes through the stairwell. Sometime during this his teeth find the soft muscle of your neck, leaving a crescent shape mark that’ll certainly bruise in the morning.

You're pretty sure everyone on this tower have heard the both of you fucking like rabbits by now, but knowing this was going to follow him his whole life, with the memories of him fucking you every way possible just so you could leave him, it's all you need to don't care about that.

The first time he cums, he doesn’t even realize he has. He shudders. It felt good—a bit too good—but nothing out of the ordinary. It makes him do a double take. His cock doesn’t even go soft. Drips of cum run down your thighs, pooling on the bed-sheets beneath you.

His thumb traces circles around your clit, moving in erratic, uneven motions. Dick leans back down for another kiss. You can taste yourself on him, though it’s not entirely unpleasant. Your arms wrap around his neck, holding him to your chest. The two of you can only fuck and cum until you’re too exhausted to continue. You’ve never felt so full. The thought of using protection crossed your mind once—and only for a moment—the pollen leaving you too desperate to care.

Second day and he wouldn't give you a break to nap for a minute.

His body curved and bowed, hips pressed hard against you, arms below your body and hands gripping your shoulders. “Mmm fuck baby,” Dick muttered into your mouth, your moans coming out of you almost breathless. “Yeah, yeahyeahyeah milk me fucking milk my cock gonna cum in you fuck a baby, my baby into you and you’re gonna fucking take it take it nnngh —”

He buried his face into your neck, teeth latching on to skin, biting down to draw blood, a choked groan as he came, really came, his balls squeezing painfully, a deep ache in his gut, indescribable tingles all along his cock, his spine, down to the soles of his feet.

Third day, and you started getting him where you wanted it.

“Sensitive,” you hissed, “Sensitive, Dick, you insatiable—”

“Insatiable is right,” he said to you, eyes wide, still looking like you just told him the Earth was flat. He towered over you, kneeling now, and with horror and a bit of something else you felt how hard he still was. 

¨I missed you so much, the biggest mistake of my life was leaving you.¨

Fourth day he started getting sensitive but that didn't stopped him, and he was a little more languid, strokes slow and smooth, his thighs shaking just a bit as exhaustion started to settle in. His cum was spreading in a pool on the sheets now, and you couldn’t bring yourselves to be even a little disgusted. He loved it. He loved so much how it felt that tears dropped from his eyes every-time he felt that electric shock come to him when he was about to come. He was crying for you.

Last day. Fifth day. Barely even thrusting anymore, just a slow grind of his hips, the friction and the pressure and the raw sensation squeezing out what could have been an orgasm if only both of you were awake enough to feel it.

When you both woke up the next day, he was staring at you, straddling your hair, and that's when you knew it.

¨Good morning sweetheart.¨

You just answered with a small ¨hey¨

¨I never through of seeing you laying next to me again, it felt like home. I'm sorry I did that to you, you don't know how much I regret it, please, give me a second chance.¨

Bingo.

Without saying a word, you grabbed some shirt of his, long enough to cover yourself and went back to your room, stumbling and shaking someway you made it. You changed yourself, taking a minute to observe how he marked you, it was time.

You went back to his room, already changed, you gave him a smile and sat on the bed with him, with no emotion behind your eyes, it was your time.

¨You were ready to leave me for her.¨ Confusion, first stage he made you go through.

¨I was doing fine, really, but then you walked again into my life again and fucked me up.¨ Sadness and lies. Second stage.

¨You think this will make me stay?¨ You signaled the both of you. ¨You think with just some stupid sex to heal you is enough of an apology?¨ A laugh escaped your mouth. ¨You thought this was real?¨

¨You know for a fucking fact this wasn't supposed to happen.¨ You got your hand on top of his, faking a caring smile looking at him.

¨When friends of yours make jokes about how you always leave them, you think it's funny, but it's not. That hurts a lot, actually.¨

You got up from the bed and stepped closer to the door, you paused for a second and turned around to see a hurt Dick naked on the bed with just some blanket covering him.

¨And Dick... Of course I still love you, if it wasn't for me, I would go crying and throwing myself into your arms again.¨

¨You still can.¨ He tried.

¨No.¨ You chuckled. ¨I won't let myself get hurt again. Our love isn't worth the fight. Goodbye Dick Grayson.¨

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

50 Things I'm Convinced Taylor & Travis Do - End Game Edition 🏈❤️‍🩹🍂

Yes, I have tried being normal about this relationship. No, it didn't work. Don't take this too seriously. Just a little bit of fluff on this cold Sunday 🥹📚

Taylor sending Donna selfies of herself with Travis with the caption “we miss you!"

Travis walking around her house with Olivia on his arm going “she’s my favorite. now i know, she’s my favorite.”

Travis saying “You too” when the flight attendant on Taylor's jet tells him to enjoy the flight

Travis buying Taylor cough drops at the airport because there’s 13 inside, and the flavour reminded him of her

Taylor not being able to watch old The Voice Kids episodes anymore because it breaks her heart when the kids cry when they’re sent home.

Travis randomly ordering her lunch from a local sandwich shop whilst she’s rehearsing because he knows she forgets to eat and then gets lightheaded 

Taylor being used to a random sandwich and a diet coke being passed to her by her team and not even asking whose idea it was for her to take a quick lunch break 

Travis finding a note in Taylor’s phone from July with all his green and red flags listed, and quickly noticing that the red flags column only consists of “psychopath: eats pineapple on pizza"

Travis always folding his clothes neatly together whilst being in his own little world when unpacking his suitcase 

Travis texting Taylor to ask what her room service coffee order is whilst she’s in bed next to him talking to Tree on the phone 

Taylor waking up at night to Travis being unable to sleep and him murmuring “I just realized Donkey Kong is bullshit. He’s a gorilla, not a donkey. Our kids won’t play that game, it’s just too confusing.”

Travis never leaving the house without a pack of gum or mints in his pocket

Taylor grinding her teeth at night and Travis gently waking her up whenever she’s doing it with her face pressed against his chest, reminding her to wear her Invisaligns, and her replying with a tired “thanks, baby” before opening her mouth to put them in half asleep

Taylor being silly and placing her index finger on his nose whenever he naps, asking him to say “oink” 

Travis wanting Taylor to get a dog and naming it “Donut”

Travis having a favorite pen and not letting Taylor touch it 

Taylor asking Travis to run his hands through her hair when she’s too restless to fall asleep after the show 

Travis always waking Taylor up if she decides to sleep past 3pm and peppering her face with kisses 

Scott refusing to call Travis any other name than “Trav” 

Taylor occasionally asking Travis to hold her hand when she’s got trouble falling asleep and feels anxiety rising in her chest 

When Taylor moves away from him in the middle of the night, Travis always wakes up and pulls her back to him, mumbling “Where do you think you’re going, get back here,” with his eyes still closed

Whenever they haven’t seen each other in a few days, Taylor asking Travis if it’s okay for him to share his pillow with her as she feels too far away from him on her side of the bed

Travis kissing the pad of her thumb whenever her hands are on his face as the sun rises 

Taylor mumbling “stop being so hot” whenever he flips his pillow to the cool side at night

Taylor before shows always promising Travis that she’s fine and no, she doesn’t want to talk about it, even though he knows minutes later she’ll be spilling her guts, listing off everything that could go wrong.

Travis always explaining to Taylor that his clothes need “a pop of color” and “a pop of swag” because “no one can be sad with a pop of color and some swag”

Taylor squeezing his bum when he walks by the bed to charge his phone, and her mumbling “tight end” 

Travis always sending dozens of picture into the group chat with Taylor’s family, making sure to take a picture of any eras tour movie banner he sees, every Taylor Swift mention at the airport, even sending them selfies of himself with a picture of her on the cover of some trashy magazine 

Travis always being the last one to sit down at the table whenever they go out to dinner with her family as he doesn’t want to intrude

Scott texting Travis the latest NFL odds and Travis pretending like he didn’t know and thanking Scott for the update 

Travis always noticing when Taylor gets nervous, because her chest starts heaving and she starts picking her finger nails whilst she’s in the car, which he always stops by grabbing her hand and leading it to his mouth to give each finger a gentle little kiss 

Taylor always apologizing to Travis whenever there’s fans screaming as soon as they see the two together 

Travis dancing around the hotel room in his boxers singing “Olé Olé Olé Taylor” whenever she doesn’t want to get up for her flight in the morning 

Taylor not struggling to fall asleep or doze off in his arms at all, because she’s never felt safer with anyone, no matter where she is: bathtub, airplane, car seat, sun bed, couch, hotel bed, whirl pool, dinner chair.

Travis thanking Scott and Andrea for doing the dirty thirty-four years ago and Taylor hitting him hard on her birthday 

Taylor having a note on her phone with baby names that start with a "T"

Taylor sometimes secretly wishing she’d never had written a love song for anyone before Travis 

Travis just randomly staring at Taylor whenever she speaks and her not noticing, but Andrea just smiling at him quietly 

Travis always asking Taylor to say “three thin thieves” whenever she’s wearing her Invisaligns in bed, and him dying laughing every time 

Travis being able to sense whenever Taylor is about to get emotional or upset over something, and his left hand automatically wandering to her lower back, and the other one to her right hand because he can't stand any space between them when she needs him.

Taylor waking up sweaty at night from a nightmare, and Travis pulling her closer with his eyes still closed going “I got you. I got you, baby.”

Taylor asking Travis to turn up the TV real loud when she’s going to the hotel bathroom in the morning and him overdoing it so that they both end up yelling at each other to communicate through the noise 

Travis whispering a low “oh, i love you so much” whenever Taylor turns around at night and opens her eyes confusedly for a second 

Travis claiming the little curly strand of hair on her bangs “his” whenever she’s sweaty after her show 

Taylor laughing while answering emails in bed because she hears Travis singing “big reputation, big reputation” over and over again in the shower and it sounds absolutely horrible

Travis watching her perform and just shaking his head over and over again because he can’t believe how talented the woman who he wakes up next to every day really is. 

Taylor and Travis both being worried to leave the cats alone with his dogs because they both know that her cats will outsmart the doggies and find ways to scare them

Taylor holding up one of Travises giant sweaters in front of her mom while doing laundry and saying “have you ever seen something like this? king kong. I'm dating the king kong.” 

Travis sometimes waking up at night and watching Taylor sleep whilst making sure their noses touch gently. Gently enough to make sure she won’t wake up.

Taylor running into Travises arms after each show, kissing him with a giggle on her face and him whispering a gentle “my angel” against her lips without anyone else noticing.

[fantasy-relax]

Others MC after gaining knowledge of the loop without memories of the past routes but keeping the new ones if the loop restarts. : Having a panic attack about existence *did anything matter? Did my chooses have no weight? What about the other versions of me? I'm the original or just another countless version lost in time? *

Trying to found a way out of the loop.

My shithead Mc : haha nice, *make a list of things to do, some are just things that never have time to do other are either are dangerous or inmoral*

Having the time of their life.

The list (NSFW included)

Beat the shit out the Stans with a bat

Go to parties with Angie

Try skating with Dani

Take Elena to a party with angie/ beat the shit out of all the annoying patrons.

Try Cinder unholy creation of drink

Tell alcina that she is an humongous bitch with the maternal abilities of a coconut.

Burn alcina secret artsy room. (Blame someone else if possible if not laugh at her face and square up)

Kidnap Bela and Cassandra so they and Dani could have a sister day.(Threaten to burn down the theater and the student council)

Tell Cassandra how a bitch she have been with her sisters.

Make Bela ditch her student council responsibilities. (kidnapping is in the table)

Try every single club

Steal a car

Steal all the technology that you always wanted.

Vandalism in all the walls of the school

Be gentleman with Cassandra and court her. Show support and help her to sleep more.

Kill the Stans the fuckers deserve it

Tell alcina that good parents keep their children away from dangerous cults, you stupid bitch. Burn alcina art room again

Help Bela so she can rest more.

Help Bela get back her heart what the fuck is going on here?

Hang out with Daniela and tell her that she is amazing and deserving of love.

Help Daniela break her curse, again what the fuck is wrong with alcina.

Pass time with alcina to know what the fuck is wrong with her.

WHAT THE FUCK ALCINA.

Kidnap that annoying pink head bitch and Burn alcina art room, with her inside.

Give some gifts to Daniela as apology for fucking her Mom in the past loop.

Hang out more with Angie to recover sanity.

Flirt with Angie aunt.

Beat the shit out of the annoying patrons of the flower shop.

Discover the killer. Okay, what the fuck is going on this school.

Flirt with donna, she kill you to protect Angie so try to forgive her.

Date donna, she is cute. Do your best to make her happy. Forgive her

Fuck her brains out, make her your precious doll. Now you can forgive her.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THE HEADMISTRESS DOING

Investigate Miranda

Be patient

Tear up her clothes, throw all the shit in her desk and Fuck her hard on the motherfucking desk until she is crying and then fuck her more. Run away from the scene

High Five mia in your way out.

Hide and hang out with Mia. Dumb ways to die so many dumb ways to die.

Avoid the headmistress.

See if you can convince (NSFW) :

Bela of fucking in the study council room. Treat her like a horny whore hiding behind the miss perfect mask. Praise her too. Make her cockwarm while she is working, edging her and the fuck her until she is overstimulated.

Donna of fucking In the front of her flower shop. Put her above the counter were anyone could see her come like a dirty whore, under the counter eating her out while she try to tell the clients that whatever they want will be deliver it tomorrow.

Run away from the school. TO THE HELL WITH EVERYTHING

Use Miranda as a fuck doll/ cumslut because she is the cause of everything. She wants you? Fine let's see if she can handle it.

Make know to all the student body that their headmistress is just a whore. Shame her, forget all about the rules for bdsm, forget about your morals. Be the worst version of you every time she triggers the loop.

Go to cat café.

Convince Daniela of burning down her mother art room. It will be cathartic. Angie can tag in too.

[trashboatprince]

Here we go again, another one-shot of Fourteen in retirement!

And this time it's about them and their retirement squish~

Warning: anxiety issue for the Doctor that makes them too nauseous to eat (Don't worry, this isn't going in a specific direction, this is just general anxiety making someone feel sick)

As always, I use they/them for Fourteen. Also, at this point, I'd like to think that Fourteen is keeping in contact with some of the companions, like Tegan, Ace, Martha, the Fam, so if you're wondering about the mention of Ace or their friends, it's that.

Also, the art is mine. I know I've posted it before, but this fic is based on the doodles.

On with the fic!

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"Oi! Spaceman!" Donna's voice carried from somewhere beyond the bathroom door. "Hurry up! Breakfast is almost ready and I am not saving you a plate!"

The Doctor scoffed, shouting back that they were finishing up with getting dressed.

"Yeah, yeah, just make it quick!"

They rolled their eyes, smiling as they grabbed for the button up hanging from a knob on a cabinet in their personal bathroom. Ah, it was such a nice thing to have now that they owned their own home, not having to share a bathroom with Rose like at the temporary home UNIT gave them.

They hadn't expected to meet someone as high maintenance as themself when it came to getting ready in the morning, but Rose was a worthy opponent for races to the bathroom.

They hummed to themself as they got the buttons done up on the shirt with an unconscious ease, their attention mainly on their reflection in the mirror. Did they need to shave, they thought as they grabbed for their favorite vest.

Hmm... probably not, it wasn't anything serious. In fact, they thought they looked rather-

Huh?

The Doctor frowned, tugging at the vest, trying to get the button into its hole, but noticing that it... wasn't quite making it. That's odd. Had this shrunk in the wash? Oh, they told Sylvia how to wash it specifically, she better not have just tossed it in!

This is why the Doctor usually just did their laundry in the TARDIS, she always did their clothing perfectly in her machines. For the most part. Sometimes there was a hiccup or two.

Looking down, the Doctor struggled to get it through the hole before finally succeeding. But it wasn't a perfect victory, it was... it was a really tight fit.

"This is... tighter." They frowned, tugging on the vest, and noticing something else.

It wasn't the only thing that felt a bit tight.

The button up fit fine enough, not yet tucked into their pants, but the pants themselves? Well, they felt a tad bit tighter around their waist, and the Doctor wasn't exactly liking that. They tried to adjust them, but it wasn't much.

"Did you shrink in the wash too?" They asked their clothes before lifting up the shirt, eyes widening a little.

Oh, that's new.

There was a slight difference to their waist, a bit more to it than they really remembered. Actually, when was the last time they really checked out this new-old body? Hmm... probably not since their first week of retirement, when they finally sat down and did a self-check over all of their body.

Same face and teeth, same eye issue which required the glasses to be worn a bit more often because it was slightly more annoying now, same minor issues that the old face had. Except there wasn't a mole on their back, it was actually up on their left hip, which was interesting.

There was also the fact that they were much thinner and a bit more worn down this time around, which Donna have pointed out a few times.

Oh, and more freckles, but that was more for the Doctor to be excited over, they liked the freckles. Freckles were cool.

Uhg, Chinny was still an influence, wasn't he?

Still, this was different. The Doctor poked at their stomach, feeling the softness when it had been a bit harder before. What was going on?

How had they not noticed this before? Had it happened overnight? Was it something they ate? Had it happened when they got into that drinking challenge on Sebvie 4 with Ace last week? They hadn't been sure of some of the drinks the Sebv had challenged them with...

Or was it from eating that biscuit they found in the TARDIS library yesterday?

"DOCTOR! Hurry your arse up!" Donna's shout snapped the Doctor from their worried thoughts and they quickly bolted from the bathroom, tossing off the tight vest. They'd deal with it later, best not to keep the family waiting.

"What took you so long?" Donna huffed as the Doctor rushed to the table, jumping into their favorite chair at it.

"Oh, you know." They grinned, gesturing at themself. "Takes a lot of work to be this beautiful."

Donna scoffed, then handed them a cup of coffee, perfectly measured to allow them to pour as much flavored creamer and sugar into it as they'd like.

Breakfast was a full spread, as it always was on Sundays, and the family tucked in. The Doctor decided to distract himself with conversation and tasty food, ignoring the slight, unexpected weight gain.

However, while they were washing dishes, it came back to them as they shifted where they stood. The pants were still tight, and it was bothering them. They felt tighter.

They'd need to run some tests, look into whatever this was. If it was dangerous, it could affect his family! Can't have that! Maybe it was a strange side effect of being on Earth this long?

No, no, they'd been on Earth for ages before, several times. They never had this issue.

But then again, the Doctor had been quite active. Running about, solving problems, not staying in one place like this. Even working in the Black Archives now wasn't anything like working as the Chief Science Officer before.

"Somethin' on your mind, son?" Wilf asked and the Doctor turned to look at him, as he pulled the milk from the fridge. The Doctor held out the mug they had been washing, might as well let him use that if he was getting himself tea.

"Oh, it's... nothing. Just thinking."

"Thinking about what?" Wilf took the mug and grabbed for the kettle that had been on the stove, pouring himself hot water for his tea. "Work stuff? Aliens?"

"Uhhh..." The Doctor didn't want to trouble him with this issue. "Thinking about this video that Rose showed me the other day. Really interesting stuff, it was this guy playing video games and talking over them. She said I should do it, would be really funny."

"Oh yes." Wilf laughed. "I don't understand any of that nonsense."

"Yeah, neither do I." The Doctor grinned, once more distracted, probably for the best.

--

"This might be a problem." The Doctor muttered to themself as they stood in their bedroom, looking at the mirror before them.

It was Thursday now, just days after the discovery on Sunday, and the Doctor hadn't done much to look into what could have caused the softness around their middle.

But it seemed to be in other places as well.

They knew their body well, it was Time Lord nature to do so. They could tell that there was more of this softness in other places. Just barely there, nothing to be noticed by anyone else but themself. A tiny bit in the arms, the thighs, and maybe just the slightest bit in the chest and face, but it was mainly there in the small pudge around their middle.

They stood in front of the mirror in their boxers, and watched as their reflection pinched the squish. They wracked their brain over what caused it, but nothing came to mind.

Well, except for one thing. Which should have been obvious from the start, but their instincts didn't really... click for that.

It was just weight gain. Perfectly, ordinary weight gain. A normal thing for normal species, right? Well, not for the Doctor. Because the Doctor always ran, always forgot to eat, always did this and that and didn't eat much except for nibbles and such.

But being with the Noble-Temple family meant living by their schedules. Three meals a day, Donna made sure of it. With tea (or in the Doctor's case, coffee) time, and some snacking through the day as they worked on projects at home, in the TARDIS, or on the days they went to work.

Was this normal?

To gain weight like this?

They'd been retired for about six or so months now, was this supposed to happen? Were they doing this thing right? Or was this a bad sign, that they were not doing this correctly, that this was a step in the wrong direction?

The Doctor turned away from the mirror, they needed to stop looking and get back to getting dressed. They grabbed a t-shirt from the closet and some jeans. No work today, they were going to fix the old box TV in Wilf's sunroom so he could watch programs from another galaxy.

They smoothed their shirt down and bit their lip, an uncomfortable feeling was in the pit of their stomach, twisting itself in knots. Uhg, they hated when they got themself so worked up like this. Maybe fixing the TV would help with anxiety.

--

Donna watched her best friend at the dinner table. They had spent most of the meal chatting with Wilf and Rose about the TV in the sunroom, and how it could get access to over nine thousand channels.

She had noticed that the Doctor hadn't really touched much of their dinner. When dinner was done, she helped them with the dishes, where she washed and they put away. "So, not hungry tonight?" She asked as casually as possible.

The Doctor paused while drying off a bowl. "Huh?"

"You hardly touched your dinner tonight. You like curry, you told me my mom makes delicious curry, you typically ate two helpings."

They looked at her, frowning just a little, before putting the bowl in the cabinet. "Just... not hungry tonight."

She pulled the plug from the sink and turned to face them completely. "Bull, what's on your mind?"

"Nothing. Don't worry about it."

"Don't tell me that nonsense, Doctor. I know you." She jabbed a wet finger against their chest. "You have been troubled by something lately. You think you're so good at hiding that, but you're not. I'm your best friend, I know you inside and out. Literally. Your mind was my mind for a while."

The Doctor squirmed where they stood and they looked a bit pink in the cheeks as they glanced around. Then they sighed, leaning in close. "I... I think I'm failing this retirement thing..."

Donna raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"I just... I noticed something. On Sunday. And I think it's a sign that I'm doing bad at this, that the calm life isn't working for me."

She felt the pricklings of worry as she listened, and she touched their arm. "Go sit down, we're gonna talk about this."

"Do we have to?" They asked, a whine in their voice.

"Yes, you knob. If it makes you feel better, we're do this in your weird study." The Doctor nodded and left the kitchen for said study, which was more of just a room full of weird books and things they had collected over the years, and a couch that looked uncomfortable but was the complete opposite.

That's where she found them sitting when she entered the room, two mugs in her hands. One with coffee with just a dash of milk, the other one mainly that nasty candy bar creamer with a dash of coffee, just as the two of them liked their drinks.

The Doctor took the offered mug, looking at it with a complicated stare. Donna rolled her eyes and sat down on the other side of the couch, taking a long drink from her mug. "Start talking."

"About?"

"What you think is the matter."

With a small, weird noise from their throat, they set the mug aside to adjust how they were seated on the couch. They leaned back and grabbed at the hem of their shirt and slowly pulled it up. "I've gained weight."

Donna stared at their torso, where there was a bit of pudge there, nothing to really write home about. "Really? That's it?"

The Doctor looked at her, confused. "What do you mean 'that's it'? Is this not... I dunno, a bad sign or something?"

"How?"

"I-" And then they stopped, giving this some thought. "I don't know. I mean, is it normal to gain weight when recovering and taking the slow path?"

Donna groaned, slapping her forehead. "You're the smartest person on Earth, and yet you are a great, big doof! Of course it's normal!"

"It is?"

"Yes! It's a perfectly good sign, actually! Lots of people gain weight when recovering from stress, trauma, and PTSD! My granddad did after the war, told me so himself. Said he came back a scrawny thing and had felt bad about things, but when he started to get better, he ate right and put on weight. It's perfectly normal, and it means you're adapting to a calm life."

The Doctor looked at their stomach, poking it. "So... this is a sign I'm recovering?"

Donna nodded. "Yep! Just like how you look less exhausted. I know the nightmares still come and go, but you've been sleeping better, right?"

"Of course! I've been able to sleep for several hours without a single nightmare waking me up for the past two weeks!" The Doctor stated, waving their hands.

"There you go, this is working. You just being here, not running around, trying to ignore your problems like you had been doing. You've got your friends hanging out with you, you have a job that you actually like, and you still run around, but without having to save the day all the time cause the beautiful Doctor is out there doing it for you."

"Oi! I'm beautiful too!"

"I'm not going to call my pseudo-brother beautiful." Donna made a face and they laughed. "You're starting to enjoy the slow, Doctor. And there's nothing wrong with this." She leaned over and tapped at the softness they had gained. "In fact, it's nice to see you with some meat on your bone."

The Doctor nodded, taking this in. "So, retirement squish is perfectly normal?"

Donna wanted to question the Doctor on their choice of describing this as that, but decided not to. "Yep. Means you're relaxing and doing well."

They perked up a bit. "Oh! Brilliant!"

The Doctor grabbed their coffee mug, taking a long drink. "That's good, cause I was worried and kinda freaking out about it. A lot."

"Please don't tell me you didn't eat dinner because of this..." She winced.

"What?" The Doctor blinked. "Oh! No, no! I actually got myself so worked up with worry that it made me nauseous. Actually, now that I feel better about this, I could do with a nibble. I didn't have my afternoon snack today for that reason too."

"Oi, go make a sandwich or something then!" She shooed the Doctor off the couch as they laughed, getting up and fixing their shirt.

They turned to look at her, smiling. "Thanks, Donna. Sorry about this, I didn't know what to make of it, I'm not... I'm not used to taking it slow. I don't know what to expect, what's a good sign or a bad sign."

She stood up and looked at her best friend, smiling just a bit. "I get it. Trust me, I do. After losing my memories, it was hard to get back on track. After Rose came out, it was an adjustment to knowing if I was doing the right thing or the wrong thing. I'm here to help you along this one, spaceman. Don't ever forget that."

The Doctor grinned and gave her a hug. "Thank you. I'll come to you for things like this, I promise." They pulled back. "You really think it's a good look for me though? The retirement squish?"

"Oh yeah." Donna grinned back. "Also, are you really going to call it that?"

"Of course! That's what it is!" That's one way to call it that.

--

I hope I wrote this right, I have my own issues with weight that I'm working on, but I felt like the Doctor did when I was younger after I had lost a lot of weight due to medical stuff and started gaining it back when I was healing. I hadn't been sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing, but it is a good thing.

[deans-baby-momma]

The Hunter and The Sheriff - Ch 1

Synopsis: When Dean goes to check on a friend, he never dreamed it would lead to more.

Warnings: language, mature themes, smut, fluff, a tad bit of angst (because I suck at writing it), friends to lovers

Pairing: if the header didn't give it away or the title, it's Dean & Donna, or as I've referred to them all this time, D2. Lol!

A/N: This is canon divergent, maybe? Canon adjacent? I don’t know, but I’m taking a few scenes from the show, but they aren’t going to be in the exact order as they happened in the show.

“I-” Doug pauses as he looks at Donna then to the Winchesters and back to the blonde Sheriff. “-No. Maybe you can live this life, but I can't. I became a cop to help people.

“But vampires? That's-....I'm not…no.”

“I'm sorry I lied to you,” Donna admits, remorsefully. “But I can't give this up.”

“I know, Don. I know. You kill monsters. You're a freaking hero! But that's not me. I'm sorry. I love you but I'm sorry. It's over.”

As Dean comforts Donna after Doug leaves, he knew he needed to prove to her she was worthy and important.

A few days afterwards, Dean dials the sheriff's number to check up on her.

“Heya Dean-o!”

“Hey Donna. How're you holding up?”

“Oh ya. Just fine. You betcha,” she answers in that Minnesotan accent that Dean likes so much.

But he also hears the grief and despair she is trying to hide with her cheerful tone.

“How's work?”

“Hmm, quiet ya know. Nothing much ever happens in Hastings.”

“Now Sheriff,” Dean says as slowly and quietly steps inside. “You wouldn't be lying would you?”

As Dean makes his way through the building, he studies which way to go. A noise catches his attention and he turns toward it, silently approaching a room at the other end.

“No. I'm as right as rain,” Donna tells him as she stuffs another chip into her mouth.

“Are you sure you're not laying in bed, eating away your grief?” Dean asks as he steps around the doorway and meets the Sheriff's wide eyes.

Donna stares at her trespasser, his phone still held to his ear and standing not even 5 feet away.

“What are….how did you get in here?”

Dean takes the phone from his ear and ends the calls, chuckling. “You know, for a Sheriff, your security is shit. I picked the lock like it was nothing.”

“Don't get many intruders here,” Donna informs as she sits up and tries to brush the crumbs off her clothing and bed sheets. “What're you doing here?”

“Came to check on you. Went by the station. Doug is gone, transferred. And they tell me the good Sheriff hasn't been in in a few days. Wanna tell me what's up?”

“I know,” Donna admits, wistfully. “I just haven't come up with a story to tell people why Doug left. Everyone knew we were together and then he up and leaves… makes people talk.”

Dean nods in understanding. “And you just can't tell them the monsters scared him off, huh? Monsters don't exist.”

“Right.”

“D, you know….hiding away isn't the answer.”

“I know but….”

“But nothing. You gotta get out there and get back on the horse. Doug left, not you. He wasn't man enough to handle you.”

“He handled me just fine,” Donna states with a bit of authority. “He was great until he found out the truth.”

“No. He was a pussy who ran as soon as he realized life isn't all it's cracked up to be. If he was really into you, he'd found a way to deal.”

“Oh yea? And where are the ones who love you, Mr. Know it all? Huh?”

“Sweetheart, no one loves me. I made peace with that fact a long time ago.”

“That's not true,” Donna disagrees. “Sam loves you. Jody does. Hell, I love you Deanie-poo.”

“That's different Donna,” Dean says as he pushes off the door frame and enters her bedroom. “That's familial. We might not be actual family but a wise man once told me ‘Family don't end in blood but it doesn't start there either. Us hunters….we're all family.”

Donna smiles sadly at the man that is now perched on the edge of her bed, his jean-clad thigh barely touching hers through the blankets.

“That's depressing,” she tells him. “Sure family is supposed to stick together but people should have more support other than that. ‘t's what I thought I had with Doug.”

“You'll get it again Don. Some handsome stranger is going to come through town and sweep you off your feet. Hopefully, he's a hunter or at least more open-minded than Doug.

“Now get your sweet ass out of this bed and get dressed. I'm taking you out.“

“Yes sir!” Donna says giggling and whips the blankets from her body. Dean chuckles when he sees the pink fuzzy pajama pants she's wearing when she stands up.

“You're such a girl!”

“You betcha?” Donna retorts as she heads to the bathroom.

Dean and Donna end up at “Forks”, a bar that reminds the older man of Harvelle's Roadhouse.

Man, he misses Ellen and Jo; hell he even misses Ash, weird ass fucker that was a whiz at research.

He drinks his beer as Donna speaks to the locals, thinking about the Harvelle women.

Ellen treated him like a son, even though John was the reason she was a widow. She looked after him and Sam as if they were her own.

And Jo. Oh Jo! If she had survived, he's sure they would've taken a tumble or two in the sheets. She was sexy and flirty, but she was also young. If she'd have lived to be a couple years older? Dean knows he would've faltered to her seductions.

The drinks kept coming and Dean and Donna kept emptying them. Beer turned to shots, shots turned to whiskey and the next thing Dean knew, he was in the backseat of Baby in the bar's empty parking lot with Donna riding his dick, hard and fast.

He was too drunk and horny to care that this was his friend, this was a woman who was on the tail end of a break-up. He didn't give two shits that he was just a rebound.

No, all he cared about was the hot, wet, tight cunt sliding along his member as filth was filling his ears.

“Your dick feels so good. Fills me perfectly. I'm so full,” Donna says. “God, if I'd known the monster you were packing in your fake fed suit all those years ago, I would've given you more than just donuts”

Dean grunts as his fingers squeeze her pistoning hips tighter.

“That's right. Mark me baby. Show me I'm yours. Oh h-e-double hockey sticks! I'm cumming. Oh god! Oh god! Ohhhhhh goooooooooddddd”

Donna climax spurs Dean’s and he feels his seed shoot out of him, splashing against her spasming walls.

“Ssssshit, I hope you're on the p-p-pill,” he stutters and Donna giggles into his neck.

“Got an IUD. We're safe.”

The ride back to Donna’s is quiet except for the roar of Baby’s engine. Neither Dean nor Donna knew what to say.

The effects of the alcohol had worn off pretty quickly after their activities and the acknowledgement of what they’d done was shocking, although both participants were internally and physically satisfied.

As he pulled up to Donna’s home, Dean was secretly confused what to do next. Did he just leave? Does he join her inside and listen to her regret their actions?

Before he could get too far into how he thought the conversation would go, Donna speaks up.

“You staying the night or is Sam expecting you back in Lebanon?”

“I-I can s-stay, if you want,” he stutters. He laments the effect that the gorgeous Sheriff has on him. He is usually calm, cool and collected after a quick romp in the back seat but Donna has him feeling clumsy and awkward.

“I’d like that,” she smiles as she opens the door and steps out. Dean mirrors her and they walk to the front door together.

He closes the door and locks it then turns to watch Donna walk through the house, checking on things. He stays in his spot at the front door and is still standing there, playing with his keys, when she returns from the kitchen, two bottles of water in her hands.

“Why are you acting all shy and timid now?” she says. “Didn’t you just pick the lock and break into my house not even six hours ago?”

“Y-yea,” Dean answers, squeezing his eyes shut at the obvious stutter. “We should talk.”

He finally steps toward the living room, taking a seat on the end of her sofa. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?” Donna looks at him wide-eyed as she joins him on the furniture.

“I took advantage-” he begins and is interrupted by a tsk-ing sound from the Sheriff.

“If anyone took advantage,” she says as she sits her unopened water on the coffee table. “It was me. I know you care about me. You wouldn’t have driven eight hours to check up on me if you didn’t. Dean, as much as I appreciate that and your friendship-”

Dean closes his eyes as he prepares to hear the ‘it shouldn’t have happened. We are friends and this could ruin that dynamic. Let’s just forget it ever happened. I’m still in love with Doug’ dialogue.

“But dang if I don’t give a flying poop! That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Dean’s eyes pop open and he looks over at Donna to see the Cheshire smile on her face.

“W-what?”

“Did I screw you senseless?” Donna giggles. “Is your hearing going, old man? I said it was the best…… sex……. of…. my…. life! And honestly, I wouldn’t mind if it happened a few more times.”

“Are you kidding me?” Dean says, flabbergasted. “You’re joking right now aren’t you?”

Donna sits up and takes Dean’s hand in hers. “Dean Winchester, have I ever lied to you? I’ve been attracted to you since you made a mess of sugar in the patrol room years ago. I just never thought you saw me the same way.”

“How could I not?” Dean says, truthfully. “Don, you are gorgeous and sexy and your hunting skills are phenomenal. I admire you. The way you took to finding out that monsters exist and then determined to help rid the world of them. And, if I’m being honest, I never saw a single fucking reason you needed to go to that spa. I like your curves and figure. A little extra cushion for the pushin’ isn’t a bad thing, ya know.”

This time it was Dean’s turn to smile like the kid with his hand in the cookie jar. Donna’s face was blushing and she fanned herself dramatically. Dean reached out and took her other hand in his.

“Also, who knew the demure, coy Sheriff of such a small town had the mouth to make a sailor blush? Donna, you dirty, dirty girl.”

The Sheriff giggled and tried to hide her face in her shoulder.

“It’s mostly just when I’ve been drinking. Doug #1 didn’t care for it and Doug #2 said it was alright but I think he just went along with it because he was getting laid, after all.”

“Well I loved it,” Dean tells her and pulls her closer to him. “Do you like hearing it? Did either Doug or any other lover you’ve had ever talk dirty to you?”

“Not really, no.” Donna shakes her head, her hair swaying with the movement.

“That’s just sad,” Dean whispers as he pushes her hair behind her ear and leans forward. “Because let me tell you, that little pussy you got? Damn, it’s good. Tight, wet, hot. Had my heart beating out of my chest.”

“Dean!” Donna yelps and hides her face in his neck.

Dean laughs and kisses along her jawline and down her neck to where it meets her shoulder.

Donna steps out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her hair and one covering her body. She eyes Dean sleeping soundly in her bed and sighs.

After their tryst in his car and coming back to her house, they’d let things take a natural course and ended up having sex again, in her bed.

The Sheriff found out that Dean Winchester is a master at going down on women. The things he did with his tongue were sinful and should be criminal. Donna actually climaxed on his tongue twice.

Then when he finally fucked her, he fucked her. There was now an indention in the sheetrock behind her headboard from the constant thumping. Good thing she didn’t have neighbors right next door or there might’ve been a noise disturbance call made.

She shook her head slightly as she felt her lower region clenching at the memory.

After their romp, they laid in bed and discussed what was going on between them now and how it would affect their work relationship.

Donna would continue being the sheriff of Hastings with the side job of keeping the supernatural element at bay while Dean would head back to Kansas to carry on hunting with Sam.

When they could get away, they would get together to spend time with one another…..and fuck like wild animals; Donna’s words but Dean had vigorously agreed.

Not feeling self-conscious anymore, she dropped the towel from her body after drying off and walked across the room in her birthday suit to find some clothes to put on.

“Damn, what a sight to wake up to,” Dean’s hoarse voice fills the room.

Donna giggles as she pulls the underwear up her legs. “Good morning handsome. Sleep well?”

“Like a baby,” Dean says as he sits up. The sheet that was covering him slides down, revealing his completely naked body and Donna’s eyes widen.

‘He has a fucking third leg,’ she thinks to herself. ‘And it was inside me! Oh geez. Is it getting hot in here?'

Dean chuckles at her reaction and wraps his hand around his flaccid cock. “Like what you see sweetheart?”

Donna giggles and nods her head. “I just can’t believe that fit in-” she says as she motions across her panty covered lower half.

Dean laughs and looks at her. Donna is standing there in a pair of boyshorts, her voluptuous tits heaving with her breath and her perky pink nipples hardened in the cool air of the room….or maybe it’s from her being turned on. He wasn’t sure.

Donna watches as his eyes travel along her body, stopping at her chest. “Do YOU like what you see baby?”

“Hell yes,” Dean responds and then sighs. “If you don’t hurry and get dressed, as much as I don’t want you to, you’ll never make your shift on time and I have to head back to the bunker.”

They both sigh as his words ring true.

After their romp last night, they lay in bed and discussed what was between them. Now, in the early hours of the morning, they were going to have to put those plans to work.

Donna would continue being the sheriff of Hastings with the side job of keeping the supernatural element at bay while Dean heads back to Kansas to keep the family business afloat.

When they could, they would get together to spend time with one another…..and fuck like wild animals; Donna’s words but Dean vigorously agreed

[starlight-writer]

First Kiss

Warnings: none, fluff, slight angst for Steven

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Steven

From the start of his day, Steven was in a terrible mood

First he woke up really late and wasn’t able to eat breakfast or get coffee so he was extra grumpy and tired

Then Donna yelled at him for being late and made him stay late after work to take inventory

Then at lunch he dropped his sandwich and had to wait in a really long line to get another sandwich but by the time he got it, lunch was over

Then an elementary school class toured around the museum and was so so loud, making his head pulse and ache

Then he had to wait in the rain for his bus and he was squished beyond belief between a really smelly guy and a mom holding a crying baby

And then he finally got home and plopped on his bed only for his phone to remind him that he had a date with you

Immediately, his headache faded and his tiredness morphed into excitement

His missed lunch and overtime would be all worth it when he sees your face

But just as he walked out of his flat, he got a text from you saying you would be late

That’s fine, he’ll just go now and order some drinks while he waits

But then 30 minutes later you texted and said you would be longer than planned

That’s ok, he’ll just get some appetizers

And a refill

And some more appetizers

Maybe he should just order your food now and nibble at it until you show up

Maybe he should just eat

Maybe he should go home...

He tried texting you for the past 2 hours, but you weren’t answering

Maybe something important came up

Maybe your boss is being a dick and keeping you late

Maybe... Maybe you didn’t want to come

Maybe this was your way of breaking it to him that you didn’t want to be with him anymore

Feeling completely dejected and rejected, Steven payed the bill and left, ignoring the pitiful stares of the wait staff and customers

He tried texting you one more time before starting the long, depressing walk home

He didn’t want to take the bus again in case he saw you riding home or to another date with someone else

And he’s so glad he did

Just as he was about to round the corner to the street his apartment was on, he heard his name being shouted

He turned to find you sprinting down the road looking completely wreaked

Your clothes were all over the place and you looked absolutely exhausted

Before he even got a chance to acknowledge you, you start ranting on about how sorry you were

You had a very important presentation to give at work and you had to work on it all last night because your entire file was corrupted then you spilled your bosses coffee on your shirt so you had to go home, change, and apologize to all of your coworkers for being late because your boss just loved seeing you embarrassed, you swear he’s got something against you and then you were held up at work because apparently your boss was embezzling funds from the company and you had to be questioned by police and you swear you would’ve texted Steven if the police hadn’t confiscated your phone cause they thought you were a part of your bosses scheme and when you finally got your phone back, it was dead so you had to run all the way here cause he wasn’t at the restaurant and you really really like Steven, he’s the best guy you’ve ever dated and you really think you love him and-

Now, let me get this straight, Steven would never, ever, stop you from rambling about anything

He loves watching you talk about something your passionate about whether it be positive passion or negative

But in that moment, he couldn’t help himself from kissing you right then in there

It was a little awkward and messy, but neither of you would trade that kiss for any other passionate and sweet ones you would share down the road

It took some time for either of you to pull away, but when you did, Steven looked at you like you were everything, like you were the original and only print of an Ancient Egyptian history book that holds any piece of knowledge he could want

It made you weak in the knees

Steven accepted your apology and asked if you wanted to go back to his flat for coffee and a movie

You two spent the rest of the night snuggling and stealing kisses, muttering cheesy words of love between giggles

Marc

Finally, it was the end of your shift and you were walking out of your work place

It wasn’t a bad day, per say, but you were extremely happy to get off of work and see your boyfriends

At this point in your relationship, you knew all about Steven and Jake and could almost perfectly tell who was fronting by the way their eyes look

Which the boys would never admit, both freaked them out and made them feel so loved that you payed so much attention

So when you walked down the steps of your work building and greeting Marc without hesitation, he felt a particularly warmth glow in his chest

“Hey, babe, how was-”

Poor Marc didn’t see it coming

You wrapped your arms around Marc’s neck and kissed him, cutting off his sentence

Woah

He hummed in surprise and froze like a deer in headlights

No thoughts, head empty

Besides his internal screaming with Steven cheering for him and Jake grumbling in Spanish

Even after you pulled away and asked if he was alright, Marc didn’t budge 

Or blink

Finally, after practically screaming his name, Marc looks at you with complete love and awe with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen

He grabs your face and kisses you, pouring every ounce of love and passion he can

A few people whistled and cheered making the two of you part, Marc blushing a bright red, but smiling all the same

He took you home, holding your hand the entire drive and kissing it occasionally

He was so happy, nothing could’ve ruined his mood

Not even Khonshu

Jake

If Jake was the last one you kissed, he would absolutely be salty until you kissed him

If he’s the first, be prepared to hear Steven and Marc yelling at him at random times because he won’t stop bragging

Your first kiss with Jake wasn’t as sweet and romantic Jake hoped it would be

He would’ve loved to plan everything out and wait until the perfect moment to sweep you off your feet and completely daze you with his kiss, but that didn’t happen

Though if you ask him, he’d trade a thousand romantic kisses for this moment

Jake was standing by his car waiting for you

You needed a ride from a work function and Jake had rose to the occasion like the knight and shinning armor he is

He was twirling his phone in his hand when he looked up to find you turning the corner

He smiled, but it quickly faded as he noticed you walking particularly fast and looking behind you nervously

“Carino-”

“Someone’s following me and I need you to play along.”

“What?”

Oh they’re in for a world of hurt

How dare someone try to hurt you

Jake’s fully aware that you can take care of yourself, but he was ready to push you behind him and absolutely rock this creeps shit

You had other plans

Instead of causing a scene and possibly getting arrested, you grabbed the collar of Jake’s coat and pulled him forward, smashing his lips onto yours

Oh be still his beating heart

Seriously, be still, he doesn’t want you thinking he’s got a soft spot for you

He was definitely shocked at first, but he quickly kissed back, holding the back of your neck and hip

Jake snuck a peak behind you to find a guy stopping and quickly turning around

He’ll have to visit him soon

You and Jake stood there for a bit longer before you pulled away and hugged him

“Is he gone?”

“I don’t know, maybe you should kiss me again just in case.”

You chuckled and pushed Jake away from the car so you could get in the passenger seat

Jake stood there for a minute, completely ecstatic

He drove the two of you home shortly after walking behind the car and pumping his fist in excitement

He kept a hand on your leg the entire drive, a large dazzling smile never leaving his face

And when you got home, he didn’t leave your side

Or face

[enmuswife3]

Fluffy/domestic scenarios with some of my favorite Genshin dudes

Characters involved: Childe, Diluc, Kazuha

For some reason, Tumblr deleted half of a kazuha fluff fic and now I’m pissed off cause I spent a lot of time on it but anyway I’m back from the dead here to deliver something that’s been in my drafts for the longest I’m trying to post again because I’m on a break so let’s get into itttt😝

Childe

You and Childe had just made a delicious meal and now you were setting up the table slowly pouring soup into the bowls and pouring tea into the fine China you pulled out for this special occasion that you got to share with your lovely harbinger boyfriend you sat the chopsticks on the table and saw your boyfriends smile turn into a blank stare “are you okay honey?” You asked thinking you did something wrong “no no it’s just- I- don’t know how to use chopsticks” the flustered man spoke covering his face in embarrassment “aww baby I can help~” you mused and to think one of the most dangerous men in the world didn’t know how to use a pair of wooden sticks to eat “here it’s like holding a teacup,” you said as you fixed his hands. A few moments later you had successfully taught your boyfriend how to hold and use chopsticks “thanks honey” Childe said as he kissed your cheek.

Diluc

You decided that you were gonna surprise your boyfriend by popping up at his job you put on one of your sun dresses that he loved to see on you and walked out of your shared home and began your journey to the city of Mondstat when you entered the city of freedom you where greeted with the delicious smell of hash browns a meal that you and your boyfriend loved. You decided to grab a few to munch on and some for Diluc as well you walked into Angels Share and saw Donna drunkenly trying to hit on your boyfriend for the nth time this week. He looked unamused until he looked up at you entering he smiled lightly and clocked out to go on break. You sat down in a secluded area and waited for him to make his way toward you. “I was just thinking about you my love” he muses while giving you a bear hug “ I got you our favorite” “hash browns? Aww thank you my flame,” he says as he kisses your cheek.

Kazuha

You had a long and tiring day and all you wanted to do was go to your shared room on the Crux. You finally made it to the harbor and walked to the docks and boarded the ship greeting everyone while making a beeline toward your room. Once you entered you were pleasantly surprised with a sleepy Kazuha in your shared bed. “I’m home~” you whispered while kissing his hair and leaning into your touch “‘m missed you come to bed” “okay let me take my clothes off”. A few minutes later you came back in a t-shirt and shorts and climbed into bed. “Aww look at how cute they are~” Beidou whispered slowly peaking into the doorway” ahh you might wake them up come on let’s go back to bed I’m tired” Ningguang sighed “sorry they are just too cute~ alright let’s go”.

[saintsofwarding]

WE SHALL BE MONSTERS

Header by @trout-scout

Chapter 14: A Mirror

By the time the oncoming blizzard began to swirl over the sun, as if hiding its face in fear from the land below, Rose caught her first sight of the village.

It spread before them, surrounded on all sides by mountains, a protective wall of them cupping the valley like a pair of hands. She saw Castle Dimitrescu first; impossible not to, the structure stabbing itself from the landscape as if to claim the sky itself. In the morning light, the castle's spires glittered like the towers of that long-destroyed crystal city of Heisenberg's bedtime stories.

Rose stared, breathless, from Dimitrescu's back even as clouds skimmed her cheeks, soaking her hair. She and Donna were hunched low over Dimitrescu's pulsating flesh, and still the wind tore tears from her eyes and ripped at her skin like knives.

Before them the castle rose from its nest of mountains, of mist, magnificent and Gothic, something from a dream, or a nightmare.

Rose wasn't yet sure which.

"To hell with this blizzard," Dimitrescu snarled, her wingbeats churning at the clouds as a swirl of snow obscured their first sight of the castle. Rose felt the wind judder at her, so strong it tossed even her around. "I must make a landing."

"Fine by me," Rose called, but wasn't sure if Dimitrescu heard her.

She veered downward with a thrum of displaced air. Clouds rose around them, and as they broke through the dense layer, the ground burst into view, a dizzying spin of forest and mountain. The trees rose around them, and with a powerful backbeat that scattered snow and ripped pine needles from their boughs, Dimitrescu settled to all fours in a small clearing.

Rose half-fell off her back, legs cramping and frozen; she limped over to a tree to lean and wince. Behind her came the crack and growl of Dimitrescu's transformation, the air full of the powerful reek of blood and mutagen. By the time Rose turned back round, Dimitrescu knelt in the snow, breathing hard, rubbing her muscular arms.

"Is everything okay?" Rose asked her. Donna and Angie were speaking to one another in soft tones. Well- Donna's tone was soft, anyway. Angie seemed to be on par with a chihuahua in terms of lack of inside voice.

"I have been without blood for far too long," Dimitrescu muttered. Her eyes glowed golden beneath her sooty lashes; her face seemed gaunter than it had looked on the mountainside, dark circles cutting under those beautiful eyes. "In my hibernation, my body went into stasis, but now...after my transformation..."

Her eyes flicked up, meeting Rose's. "You smell far too delicious for safety, sweet child."

"Please don't eat me," Rose said.

She smiled. "Fortunately for you," she said, "I can control my urges..."

She lifted a hand and, delicately, drew her finger along Rose's jaw, ending, poised, just above the pulse point of her throat. "...For a time."

She rose to her full height as Donna and Angie approached.

"You hear that racket?" Angie said.

"The rush of water," Dimitrescu said.

She was right. Rose could hear it above the howl of the thickening blizzard, the snowy wind gusting in ripples and waves through the forest, like the sea in storm. Some kind of huge river?

"We're not too far from House Beneviento!" Angie crowed. "Home sweet home! Donna, you remember all the crazy stuff we got up to in there?"

Donna pressed her lips together.

"Anyway, we got all kinds of stuff all stored up in there. Get some better clothes than these nasty BSAA rags we're sporting. What do you say?"

"I've looked a shameful mess for far too long," Dimitrescu said.

"Yeah, we could use a place to rest and plan," Rose said.

Dimitrescu faced downhill, her head lifted. "Not for long," she murmured. "I need to regain my castle. To see what horrors time has wrought upon it. "

She made a scathing sound in her throat. "And to see how the elements have destroyed my beautiful home. If I ever see Redfield again, not even your promises will be enough to stop me from peeling him apart layer by layer."

"Let's..." Rose's teeth began to chatter. "Let's focus on the now, okay?"

"This way!" Angie called from the edge of the clearing, she and Donna already within the reaching shadows of the trees. "Over the river and through the woods...watch out for wolves, heh heh heh..."

Rose picked herself up and limped after them, Dimitrescu just behind her, filling the air with the faint tang of blood, the scent seemingly clinging to her inevitably.

The trees passed by, the wind dying down as they descended into the woods, scaly-barked pines transitioning to deciduous trees, twisted limbs entwined in a dense, frozen canopy overhead. Soon, the only sound was the crunch of their footsteps in the snow, Angie's low muttering, and a distant, thunderous roar, a vibration Rose felt in the soles of her feet.

Shapes swam through the fog, resolving into a collection of dilapidated buildings- sheds, Rose guessed, eyeing the clutter of equipment outside, the ruinous, frozen black rot inside of what appeared to have once been bags of potting soil.

A long string of bones clacked softly from a corner of the roof, stirred each time the breeze whispered through the forest.

She climbed over a collapsed fence after Donna. More shapes, more strange sights in the fog. Tripod trellises overgrown with a tangle of mutant plants, vines grown thick and ropy and strangling, the icy remnants of blue blossoms clinging to life. Wrought-iron fences, more outbuildings, gates standing askew, their bars warped and rusted by more than a decade of exposure to the elements.

A garden, Rose thought. Made sense- if Donna's powers relied on plants, then she'd want to cultivate as many as possible. Looking at the care with which this place had once been tended, though, she suspected it was more than for practicality's sake. There was an arboretum in one of the cities she'd lived in over the years, and this place reminded her of that long-ago garden. She'd gotten herself lost on the class field trip, and instead of getting scared, had wandered for hours through the trees, the paths unfurling before her, meandering and mesmerizing.

She glanced at Donna up ahead, but aside from a certain stiffness to her shoulders, she gave no indication of how she felt about being in this garden again.

A chill crawled through Rose's nerves as she caught sight of the first grave.

It rose from the snow beneath a tree, hung with yet more of those strange bone charms. A cracked, water-stained headstone, its engraving once-ornate, now illegible. Rose sensed a strange consciousness from it, a sleeping, hibernating energy, and stayed the hell away; even with Lady Dimitrescu at her back, she didn't want anything popping out and gnawing off her face.

"Such a tawdry little place," Dimitrescu muttered, looking around at the garden as they headed for a large iron gate on the far side. "Miranda always spoke at length to me about the one-time power and influence of the Family Beneviento. Nothing compared to House Dimitrescu, of course, but..." She tutted her tongue. "I'd expect more from nobility."

"I made do," Donna said simply, quietly.

"Made do," Dimitrescu echoed, as if this went against the foundations of her reality. "Can you imagine."

The gate came open with the squeal of rusted hinges, and they stepped down a short incline and into another clearing. In its center, a massive gravestone rose from a thicket of smaller graves, now so heaped with snow the foundations of the graves were almost completely buried. The big grave was taller than Rose, intricately, lovingly carved, the words on it mostly illegible, like the others. Rose only caught a few. Freed, bonds. Valley, death.

Donna lowered her head and moved right past it, but Rose lingered, climbing carefully between the graves to kneel and clear snow off the dais before the big stone. A cracked slab set into its surface read Claudia Beneviento, with a date of birth and of death.

Claudia.

Her throat stung. Donna's sister. This, she realized, was the girl Heisenberg had spoken of, so many years ago. The dead child, the girl he'd failed to save, in whose death he'd had a heavy hand. The one he'd loved like a daughter, or as close to that as he was capable.

She pressed her hand to the cold stone, but unlike the other grave, there was nothing beneath it. No pulse, no sleeping presence. Claudia was gone. There was no getting her back.

Maybe that was why Donna had hurried past without a second look. To stop here, to linger, was to relive again her failures. She'd had a hand in Claudia's death, too, or at least believed she did. In the end, Miranda was dead, and Donna was alive, and there was no one left to blame than herself.

A shadow fell over her. She looked up to find Dimitrescu standing just beyond the graves, her lashes lowered, her expression unreadable.

"Death is inevitable, child," she said. "Even to us. Whatever you seek to resurrect here...will never be what you most desire. Not truly."

A smile unfurled across her face, bitter and so flush with longing Rose felt its ache deep in her own chest.

"There's always a price for resurrection," Dimitrescu said, and moved on, after Donna.

With a last look at the child's grave, Rose followed them.

Before she joined them in the elevator, visible inside the open doors of the red gatehouse on the far side of the clearing, Rose paused. Something in her mind, Heisenberg's dreams, the memories to which he'd so fiercely clung despite Miranda's efforts to excise them.

The little compass came out of the sword with a clean snap of breaking metal. She returned to the grave and set it down, next to the frost-burnt flowers, the remains of what must have once been dolls, lumps of candle-wax.

It glittered, there, too new for this place, and yet still a promise to herself. A reminder. That even through hatred, and pain, suffering and manipulation, years of servitude and broken identity, once there was something good here. Once there had been love here. And there would be again, in some form, still undying.

***

The house rose from the mist of the great waterfall, a massive cataract flung from some shadowy source higher up the mountainside. A pretty house, with high peaked roofs now chewed with holes, a big wrap-around porch now overgrown with snow and creepers. As they approached, Rose heard the whistle of wind through a broken window.

With a shove and the crackle of breaking ice, Dimitrescu shoved the front doors wide. Darkness yawned within, the smell of damp, a silence, stifling; she ducked inside and strode into the darkness, but Rose lingered on the threshold, Donna by her side. She'd removed Angie from her backpack and cradled her in her arms, her one eye and Angie's three staring ahead into the house entryway.

"Together?" Rose whispered.

Donna gave an almost imperceptible nod.

Together, then. And it was together they entered, and together they moved about the room inside, its mezzanine level and its damp-ruined wood paneling, searching for lamps, closing shutters over the broken windows.

Somehow, Donna coaxed a couple lamps to light; the electricity was still running, the ancient wiring intact. The glow filled the hall with strange, leaping shadows, illuminating the dozens of scattered dolls and upturned chairs, the snow piling in corners, the icicles hanging from the distant ceiling.

A large framed portrait hung by the stairs was almost obscured by black mold, but Rose could still make out the faint shadows of forms on the canvas.

A Beneviento ancestor? Impossible to tell.

"I will make a fire," Donna said quietly. She pushed through a doorway and into a room beyond.

"I'm not staying in here," Dimitrescu said, her eyes sweeping the dilapidated hall. She had to bend almost double to wedge herself through the door, after Donna.

Rose stayed where she was. This place...again, that sting of familiarity, of knowledge. Once, those mold-scabbed wood panels had glowed with syrup light; once, music had echoed from the house's depths, scratchy and old-fashioned.

Take this. Keep it safe. And keep him occupied. Glory to me, child, remember that.

A flutter of yellow petals, as if blown in some phantom wind.

The dolls' eyes glittered from shelves and cabinets, watching her.

Rose stepped forward. A floorboard creaked on the stairs; she looked round, but the staircase was empty, the darkness unbroken.

You came here...

A glow of golden light off pale hands, clutching a rectangular flask to her heart.

Another pair of hands, bloodied and battered, three fingers sprouted from gory bandages, clutching that same flask as if it was the most important thing in the world.

And who are you now?

"Rose?"

The voice echoed from the dark. Rose whirled. The doorway, like the stairs, stood empty, the hallway beyond ordinary save for a smear of dried blood on the walls, black with age and furred with dust.

Pain sheared through her skull, rusty metal screaming in her ears-

She gave a cry, stumbling forward, but the pain was gone in an instant, leaving her ears ringing, her mouth dry. Movement flickered in the dark, the trace of a tan jacket, the glint of fair hair.

"Rose," came the voice again, soft and sing-song, as if calling her to bed.

"Dad?" Rose whispered.

Oh, god, was he alive? Had he regenerated like Dimitrescu, had he been here all these years? She stumbled after him; her heart pounded. She made it down the hallway. Footprints dragged through the dust, leading her on.

"Dad!" Rose cried. "Come back- it's me- I've come to save you-"

She rounded a corner and jerked to a halt. An old-fashioned elevator stood before her, its lights on, a grille stretched over its entrance. As she watched, the elevator itself rose back into position, like it had just gotten done conveying someone down.

She yanked the grille back; it slid aside with the slick whisper of well-oiled joints. The elevator interior was clean, like the lift in a fancy hotel, its wallpaper unmarked by the years, its brass fixtures glowing warmly in the overhead light. Rose climbed in and jabbed the button, her breathing feverish, sweat prickling in her hairline.

"Come on," she said. "Come on."

The elevator began to slide downward. Down, and down, and down; it couldn't be this far, could it? An eternity of brick wall, of flickering lights, of her own pulse, overloud in her ears. At last a line of light grew upwards from her feet, and the elevator shuddered to a halt.

Past a small, cozy entryway room, the hallways stretched, bland and beige, beyond. "Dad!" Rose cried. Her voice rang through the darkness, away and away. "Dad!"

She ran. The world seemed to fuzz and reform around her; dolls' eyes glittered, like crows' eyes, like stones at the bottom of a deep, deep well. She whirled round a corner and the wall before her pulsated, a stretch of translucent jelly-pink throbbing with veins.

The Embryo? No, no, no- she stretched a trembling hand forward to touch the flesh of God itself-

It was gone. Flash. She tottered back. The silence fell around her like a dropped shroud.

Rose stood, raking in deep breaths. Behind her, a soft footfall came on the carpeted floor.

She turned.

Shadows fanned on the walls around her: the shadows of outspread wings. He stood at the far end of the hallway, backlit, his face in shadow.

"Rose," he said, his voice full of relief. "I found you, I finally-"

"You were too late."

The voice tore from her own throat, cold and measured. The shadows stretched, reaching for her father; he backed off, mangled hands raised, but she was striding toward him, breaking into a run, lunging for him with a shriek of laughter; her hand snapped around his neck, and this close she saw how much she looked like him; those were her eyes, too, and there was not fear in them, but relief, still, relief-

She ripped into him with her teeth. He crumbled under her bite, hard and sharp-edged. Crystal fragments rained from her mouth as she tore her head back, taking half his face off. The wound wasn't flesh and blood, but crystal, broken crystal-

"Too late for her," Rose- Miranda- both of them cried. Another bite; another. "Too late for you." He collapsed to his knees, and still he stared at her, watching her with love in his eyes even as she tore him to pieces. "Too late for all of them!" She fastened her teeth around the hard, polished globe of his right eyeball, and with a wrench of her head-

***

Darkness fell. She slammed to her hands and knees. Her mouth tasted bitter, edged with something like flowers, as if she'd been drinking perfume. She coughed; black fluid spattered the faded, damp-spotted carpet. The air smelled of mold, real mold, a place left to mildew for years in the dark and the cold.

Rose lifted her hands; they quivered. "What the..." she said, but she couldn't go on.

"I'm so sorry."

She looked up. Down the grimy, dank little corridor stood Donna, holding Angie like a ventriloquist's doll. She'd changed clothes. Instead of the practical gear Chris had provided her, she now wore severe, old-fashioned black taffeta, a long skirt and bodice with puffed sleeves. Her eye patch was gone, her Cadou scarring exposed.

It writhed a little as Rose watched, Donna's dark eye sorrowful.

"It must have lingered," Donna went on. "From before."

"That was you?" Rose sputtered. She thought of what Chris had said- she's a puppeteer, a manipulator. "That was...all you?"

Donna nodded, then looked down, averting her eyes.

"You made me see that?" Rose cried.

"My power...only makes mirrors," Donna murmured. "Whatever you saw was you."

Rose stared at her, tension welling in her throat. Chris wouldn't trust her. Chris wouldn't take this. Heisenberg...god, she didn't know, she missed him, she wanted him back so bad it hurt. She pressed her hands over her face.

"I don't know if I can do this," she whispered.

This time, it was Donna's turn to comfort her. She heard the rustle of fabric, Donna's strange, detached, cold presence.

A pause-

Then a cool hand settled on her shoulder, so light she barely felt it.

"I'm sorry," Donna whispered. "I see them too."

"Are they always bad?"

Donna said nothing.

"The visions, I mean," Rose pressed. "Are they always...bad? Can't they be...can't they be good things?"

"I...do not know." She paused. "Perhaps."

Rose nodded. She sniffled. "Please don't..."

Donna waited.

"...Please don't tell the big, sexy vampire about this," Rose said.

She sensed Donna's smile, fragile as the frozen flowers in her garden. "That's probably for the best," she agreed.

***

Rose changed out of her wet clothes while Donna made tea, replacing her soaked shirt with a dry one of Donna's, embroidered cotton in a peasant style. A mirror in the washroom showed the cut Dimitrescu had given her on the cheek hadn't properly healed; a livid red slash lingered. Maybe cuts given with her claws always scarred, even on mutants? Her eyes were still dark-ringed, her hair falling in lank waves around her face. She still tasted that bitterness on the back of her tongue, lingering like a nightmare.

You aren't her. You'll never be her.

Chris wouldn't see it that way.

To hell with what Chris thinks. He's been fighting people like you his whole life.

She couldn't back down now. But why did she keep feeling the crunch of her teeth in Ethan Winters' flesh, the feeling of her tearing him apart?

Because in the hallucination, in the mirror, she'd wanted to keep going. Because in the hallucination, she'd liked it.

In the kitchen, a warm, homey central room that had escaped the worst of the elements, Donna stood by the fireplace with a copper tea-kettle and four heavy ceramic mugs, each painted with birds and flowers. Now that the fire was going the air crackled with welcome heat, banishing the gloom and the smell of damp that crept in from the rest of the house. Angie already sat at the table, propped up on cushions, her porcelain fingers tapping at the wood as if with impatience.

Rose's coat, shirt, and boots were hung up by the fire to dry. Donna must have done that, too.

"Thanks," she said, a little awkwardly.

Donna nodded, checking the contents of the kettle.

"Where's Dimitrescu?" Rose asked.

"Nosing around outdoors," Angie said. "Antsy, antsy. You'd think there was glass in her gloves. Big sister doesn't like us very much!"

"She lost her children," Donna said softly.

"Children," Angie sneered. "A matching set! Three dolls in dress-up clothes. Knock 'em down one after the next and these pretty dollies won't get back up again...!"

She cut off as the sound of footsteps echoed through the house. Moments later Dimitrescu ducked into the room, reclining with an exhale onto a green velvet divan, the only piece of furniture large enough to hold her. It groaned, antique wood and moldy velvet straining under the weight of muscle and bone and blood-clotted tissue.

"Tea?" Angie squeaked, like she hadn't just been mocking her dead daughters.

Dimitrescu gave the tea a look that any lesser being would reserve for murder. "Dust and mildew," she muttered. "I need my castle back. I need my home. Do you remember, once I made wines to make angels weep?"

"Yeah, because they tasted so nasty," Angie muttered.

Dimitrescu rounded on her. "Insolent poppet. I'll smash you apart- a little more dust in this hovel of a house could hardly hurt-

"Enough," Rose growled.

Dimitrescu lifted her chin. Angie chattered her teeth in a click-click-click of porcelain against ivory, but shut up. After a long pause, Donna brought the tea over. Rose didn't miss the wicked little smile playing around her lips.

"The only tea that wasn't stale was this sort," she said. "I hope it's all right."

"Probably full of your nauseating little mind-venom," Dimitrescu said with a wave of her hand. "Forgive me, dear sister, if I won't partake."

Rose took a long drink of the tea, the unfamiliar herbs stinging in her nose and warming the back of her throat. Cloves, she thought, and cinnamon, and something a little sweet. It cleared away the last of the brain-fog from the hallucination downstairs.

"...It isn't stale, is it?" Donna asked.

"No. No, it's good. Kind of tastes like Christmas."

Donna, Angie, and Dimitrescu all looked at her.

"Holiday," Rose amended. "Lots of, uh, pie and stuff. I guess you wouldn't know about it, would you?"

"Heisenberg would," Donna murmured. "He got out."

"So will you, after this," Rose said. "If you want."

Donna lowered her gaze, her hands clasped around her own mug. She didn't take a sip.

"You will," Rose pressed. She half-stood. "Look, we just need a plan. Dimitrescu, you were outside. Did you see anything? Any signs of Ouroboros, lycans?"

"No," she said. "But...there is something. Something in the air...in the feeling of the wind. I don't like it."

"Something wrong?"

She tilted her head back, letting the firelight play over the long, pale planes of her throat. "Let us, for all our sakes, hope not."

"We can't screw around for too long." Rose tapped at her mug with her fingertips, a quick restless drumbeat. "Those helicopters weren't far off. Now, the blizzard's gonna make it hard for them to land, but that won't delay them forever."

"What about your...companion? Jailer? Whichever he was. The man-thing." Dimitrescu's lip curled in disgust.

"Chris..." She didn't want to think about him. He'd have to hunt her down now, she knew. He'd have to. She'd crossed a line in a big way, and no amount of shared history, or shared misery, would allow him with all his duties and responsibilities to just...leave her alone. After all, she'd outright agreed to allow Lady Dimitrescu to eat anyone who got in her way.

I had to, Chris-

But wasn't that everyone's argument? She was certain Miranda would have claimed the same, in her place.

"Chris is a problem for later," she said quickly. "Right now, we need to focus on getting into town, scout out what's going on."

"Fifteen years," Dimitrescu murmured. "What degeneracy will greet us, I wonder."

"At a guess? Probably a whole freaking lot of lycans."

Lady Dimitrescu lifted her hand, letting her claws slide from her fingertips, admiring their slick gleam in the light.

"Dear, sweet child," she said, and grinned, showing off her teeth. "Lycans are to be the least of our worries."

[away-ward]

Interesting! Some posts by PD on their FB group, from the pastinfound these days from X / Twitter

link: https://x. com/dearreadrr/status/1755958608171597855?s=61 (delete space between x. And /)

conversation from the link was about readers asking PD about what other pairing could happen, and some excerpt from PD i copy pasted from those links:

Pen Douglas

Michael and Banks. All day. It would be so hilarious. And Damon and Kai. He would soooo mess up Kai's clothes

And

Damon and Michael. I never got a vibe from Damon and Emory, but their connection is for life. Definitely.

2. Admin

Pen Douglas • 4 Oct 2022 •

Just a silly convo I wrote

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Damon: I mean, I know we don't get along, but I do care about you.

Misha: You don't care about anything you can't screw.

Damon: And...?

Misha: 😳

Kai: 🤦🏻😆

Misha: I hate you. I've always hated you.

Damon: That hurts. Because I really love you. I mean, if we were stranded in the wilderness--and you were cold--I would warm you.

Will: 🤣

Damon: With my body.

Misha: Shut. Up.

Damon: And if I were dead and you were starving out there, Ikd want you to eat me

And i saw another extra that i forgot where i got:

Banks: Fine. I'll ask Kai if he wants to go, too.

Michael: No. Just you.

Banks: *laughs* | trust him around her. Now anyway. You don't trust her?

Michael: Of course I do. I just don't trust where my mind is going to go imagining you three alone in the dark together. Just make it a girls night.

Banks: I've been alone in the dark with her, too, you know?

Michael: Fuck.

(My note: wtf, so michael was always insecure when they're together? Wtf! So this wasn't new huh)

another one with Damon, Will and Emory, damon likes to spoil her. Again like PD said, their connection was for life, this too wasn't new. Wow, i think PD really already thought this out huh:

Pen Douglas • PenDragons-Penelope

Douglas Reader Group

Will: No. We do not need more chandeliers.

Emmy: 😥 But...

Damon: Ohhhhh, 70% off. *walks in store*

Emmy: 😊 *follows*

Will: 🙄

last one about readers complaining about why people hate emory and pd and someone else replied!

link: https://x. com/jurdandrew/status/1449132149894959107?s=61

(Delete space between x. And /)

conversation goes like this:

PenDragons-Penelope Douglas

Reader Group

Kétsia Mendes • 4h •

•••

Post: Emory Scott is definitely my fav character from Devil's Night. I don't understand why some people don't like her.

And I think she's almost a female version of Damon Torrance.

PD's reply:

Pen Douglas

Administrador

Many people had general problems with all of the heroines. We'll see the same thing in Hellbent. The double standard.

Or worse...the "Aro is so much better than Dylan" or "Tommy is the best girl" as if there's some competition between these women. It was one of the hardest things too see happen with Devil's Night.

But luckily, most understand Emory was at the survival level in high school and Will wasn't owed anything. Thankfully, her heart came around and she finally fought for him. 💕 I loved that SHE proposed. 😆 One of my favorite scenes. Will was so dang cute. Lol

another reader reply:

Donna Lynn Glushien

I didn't like her at first because Will is such a sweetheart to her and she treated him like dirt. But how she was, really added to her character.. and now I appreciate Emory a lot more. Love how strong and independent she is 💪🏼

original poster replied and quoted:

Kétsia Mendes Autor

Donna Lynn Glushien She explained why she treated him like "dirt" in chapter 29:

"Part of me resisted you because I didn't want to bring you into my horrible life," she told me. "I was embarrassed and full of anger and without hope. I couldn't give you anything."

I tipped my chin up, remaining silent.

"But a part of me also resisted you because I feared I'd just be trading one abuse for another," she explained. "How you coerced me, pushed me, wouldn't leave me alone when I told you to... Tried to scare me."

And PD liked OP's comment:

Pen Douglas reagiu ao seu comentário: "Donna Lynn Glushien

She explained why..."

There's ANOTHER surge of emory-hating video on tiktok too, and i think they probably didin't read thoroughly because they missed a lot of things that were going on in the text but luckily, that side of DN readers always are ride or die for emory!

link : 483 likes, 97 comments, ninguém é obrigado a gostar de ninguém e cada um tem opiniões diferentes 🤙🏻 https://vt. tiktok.com/ZSFFowdLU/ (delete space between t. And tiktok)

sometimes, i think some dn readers really don't have any critical thinking skills because they only read what they see, and even then, they don't read fully, as if they were just skimming. How are they gonna believe everything that damon and will said when damon likes to alter reality and mindfuck people, while will lies to everybody but emmy? Even damon and alex never knew his full story, AND their his best friends. And only for will to admit a couple times that emmy was right and he was just lying to convince himself he was right because he was prideful, arrogant, selfish, self-centered and spoiled? Like, if he admitted his flaws to be better, why can't these readers? And the thing that they're mad at her was not even because she was prideful, scared or a bit cowardly (like she admitted in her pov about her approach to her love life and will) but because she was caring for her grandma? 🤡 wtaf? Crazy!

some discourse happened too about will and her years of gone too:

https://x. com/raybanks/status/1755907408629485937?s=61 remove space between x. And /)

idk why but if pd can write all these headcanons about rika, banks, michael, kai, winter, will and damon, why is there nothing for emory? And it was half-assed too? I get that idea doesn't come easy, but still?

just wanted to share.

Heyy thanks for sharing! This was all very interesting to go through.

Thanks for putting the links together.

First, PD passing Damon around, and Damon literally wanting to sleep with everyone (except Emory apparently… which is so weird because he did say “it certainly wouldn’t be a chore” like…?) is kinda funny in that PD is exactly like the fandom in thinking Damon is like next level.

I still maintain that will would be the best lay. Damon said he's selfish and doesn't always keep his promises where that is concerned. why are they all lined up for him? We all know he only follows through for winter.

But at the same time my heart is like “Oh… so Emory is safe, right? No weird mash-ups?” And based on PD saying Michael and Banks and then following it was Damon and Kai, I can’t help but think it’s because those pairs have issues. Like they don’t really get along right off the bat, so there’s all this tension… which Emory doesn’t really have with anyone. So maybe that’s one reason why we never get HC with Emory. Because she’s just out there, being cute and not really causing any problems with anyone? Maybe??? I don’t know…

But it’s also weird that PD’s just like “Damon with Kai, Damon with Will, Damon with Misha, Damon with Michael… but I haven’t thought about Damon and Emory before.” Keeping in mind that Rika and Banks are the only other girls in the group besides his wife and they’re his sisters. If it weren’t for that fact alone, I really do think they’d be thrown into the mix.

And again… PD has thought about it before because they wrote Damon suggesting it. Like how have neither of them ever revisited that when the whole family is built on who Damon wants to have sex with, apparently? I’m laughing so hard on the inside because this all seems very…convenient.

Damon hassling Misha is fun. I can see it. Will and Misha are more like brothers, and we saw Will hassling Trevor in Corrupt. I think it’s probably a natural thing for them to annoy their best friend’s younger sibling. Now, if only Michael would stop trying to have sex with his best friend's little sisters...

As for the Michael and Banks convo, I didn’t read that as insecure. I read that as he didn’t want to be thinking about what the three of them would get up to alone when he could be there because he’d get turned on… and not be there. Such torture.

But gah.  They’re annoying.

Why would Will try to limit how many chandeliers Emmy has? I assume she would have a warehouse when she and Damon keep supplies for jobs. It’s not like she’s filling every inch of her ceiling with them. That’s just dumb design. So if she wants to have her collection of chandeliers, let her?

And of course, Damon has to spoil her. This is extra irritating because I went back and checked the tampon scene that PD wrote, and they ended it with “Damon probably went in and got them”

Like. I don’t try to defend PD’s portrayal of willemmy anymore. Obviously, I just don’t get it. But it would be impossible to do so when Will is constantly telling Emory she can’t have something or he won’t get her something, and then Damon goes and saves the day.

I feel like we get it, already. Damon is everyone’s everything, and Rika is the star of the show.

I also loved that Emory proposed to Will, and that he didn’t make a big deal about wanting to be the one to do it. But the thing about the favorites is… people are going to have favorites. That’s alright. People aren’t going to love every character on the page.

The reason there is a competition between the Devil’s Night girls is because they were in a competition for page time. It’s the most common complaint I see is that when we were supposed to be learning about Banks, Rika came in and made the scene about her. When we were supposed to be reading about Emory, Alex came in and made the scene about her. PD wrote the girls competing for time on the page and the reader's attention. Logically, the readers have a preference, and they will be jealous for their character. And since the series is what it is and there’s no changing it, of course that means readers are going to bash the character they didn’t want to read about who “stole” time from their favorite.

None of the girls had to be in competition. And I don’t think they are in canon. But PD definitely made it difficult to root equally for all of them when they weren’t all treated the same.

At least some readers are starting to see Emory more clearly, but I feel there will always be a bit of Emory hate. She’s really not given the same level of consideration from PD. Some readers do have a double standard when it comes to the girls, but it’s not always the case. Some readers just want the girls to be given equal amounts of attention across the series.

It’s not lost on me that Rika and Alex are the ones pitted against Banks and Emory the most. The fact is that Rika and Alex were developed during the first book when it was originally a stand-alone and not a series, so Banks and Emory often feel like an afterthought when the other two come around. That’s an issue with the writing, not the reader. And I’m not going to hold PD to the fire over it; writers will always have limits in their abilities. PD did the best they could at the time. But can we stop placing all the blame on how the readers are interrupting it and accept that somewhere along the line the author didn’t execute this in the best way possible? It's nothing to threaten PD over, but at least stop blaming the readers for being frustrated and championing one girl over the others.

And the tiktok… wow. But I can’t say I haven’t heard it before. It’s so strange how some readers are willing to hold Emory accountable for Will’s actions and not Will.

But as they said… we all have our own opinions.

And only for will to admit a couple times that emmy was right and he was just lying to convince himself he was right because he was prideful, arrogant, selfish, self-centered and spoiled? Like, if he admitted his flaws to be better, why can't these readers?

It really is weird, isn’t?

And the final bit of the discourse, not entirely sure what the post meant, but I feel like it relates to a post I made a few weeks back. Will wasn’t mad at Emory for leaving. He was going to let her go and live with the regret of what he did, even though it hurt. He wasn’t ever going to chase her down or seek revenge until he learned that she lied to him and about him.

His anger was never about Emory leaving. It was the lies and (what he saw as) betrayal.

Head canons really don’t come all that easy unless you’re obsessed and constantly thinking about even the most mundane things about a character. There has to be a little insanity around them for it to get that deep.

Again, I don’t really understand PD all that much, but if I had to guess… the boys started it all, and Damon is their favorite. So HC for them is easy. Rika was developed in Corrupt and came soon after the boys, so again, there was a lot of time to be a little obsessed. Banks and Winter aren’t mentioned nearly as much as those first, but still Banks more than Winter, but never without one of the boys or Rika.

I haven’t seen a winter hc or scene other than the alternative scene to KS.

I think the lack of Emory is just that PD was done with the series and the negative side of the fandom by the time they got to NF. If it’s true that they pushed NF out right after KS, then they might not have even had time to be obsessed with Emory.

This is a good or bad thing, depending on how you look at it. Sure, Emory has much less content and readers who favor other characters will find her an easy target. But the bonus of liking an unpopular character is that you’re free to do what you want, because nobody’s watching that character.

Nobody’s watching Emory’s fans. Let’s have fun.

-KO

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[movedtodykedvonte]

the concept of lady d’s daughters being moths is very funny to me because, well:

alcina goes to the duke to buy some curtains (because what doesn’t that man sell) and he happens to ask why she needs them. She simply responds “My daughters...have eaten the curtains. Again.”

Donna, beating the girls off with a broom: ALCINA!!! YOUR KIDS ARE TRYING TO EAT ANGIE'S DRESS AGAIN!

[aikolina]

Jealousy all over town pt.2

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Diluc Ragnvindr x reader

AN: Sorry for not posting sooner, as I said in my most recent post- I accidentally deleted my old part and I had to rewrite it. Please enjoy!

Warnings: Angst, insecure, rumors, bad self-image, betrayal, kinda fluff in the beginning but no

Wordcount: 505

!not proofread!

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The next day after the small argument about your well-being, you woke up to the other side of the bed empty, as usual. 6:38 am and Diluc was already out for duty. While putting on clothes you heard someone downstairs. ‘Probably some of the maids’ you thought to yourself.

You went to the bathroom and did your thing :). Now finally on your way down the stairs you see Diluc in the kitchen.

“Good morning, did you sleep well?” he said while flipping the pancake he was making.

“Aren’t you supposed to be out by now?” you asked with a questioning look on your face. Diluc then turned around with a smile and looked at you.

“Am I not allowed to take the day off?” he said and turned the stove off.

“Yeah sorry, I was just surprised that you were still home. It’s quite rare for you to stay home,” you said and took a seat by the table that Diluc already dined.

“Here’s your breakfast, sweetie,” Diluc said. He placed the tower of 5 pancakes in front of you while he seated himself in front of you.

You thanked him and started eating and so did he.

“Hey babe, um can you tell me what’s wrong? Is it me? I can make it up for you!” he said just as he had planned. You looked up at him mid-bite.

“Yeah I’ve just been stressed but I’m fine now,” you lied not wanting to start yet another disagreement.

You were now done eating and you put the dishes on the counter before kissing Diluc goodbye and leaving. It was Diluc’s turn with the dishes after all and he didn’t complain.

At the adventurers guild, you accepted the four daily commissions and went all around Mondstadt completing them.

“Finally the last quest, hmm let’s see,” you said picking up the note with all the information about the quest. ‘Pick flowers -Flora Mondstadt’ the note said and you quickly ran back to town. Such an easy quest yet a valuable reward.

You walked through the gate of Mondstadt and turned right to Flora’s flower stand. As always Donna stood right behind Flora,, daydreaming about Diluc until she saw you.

“look who we have here, Y/n the backstabber AND gold digger,” Donna said with a stern look as she glared down at you.

You tried to ignore her as you took Flora’s quest. But you couldn’t.

“Donna you know it wasn’t like that and if you could; stop interfering while I’m trying to do my job,” you said while looking up at her.

You were holding back tears since Donna was once your best friend, and it hurt seeing her gaze towards you like this. You really couldn’t handle this anymore and a tear made its way down your cheek.

“Hah, you knew I liked Diluc and yet you broke my heart and got with him, such a backstabber.” 

This time you just looked down at her comment. While doing so you noticed someone’s presence behind you...

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Thank you for reading this, I hope you enjoyed it. I feel like it was pretty short but the next part is already done you’ll just have to wait because I don’t want to post so much on the same day. 

Sorry for my bad grammar and spelling

Cya next time<3

[simplysable]

How I Think the Resident Evil Lords Would React to a Sick S/O ♥️

Alcina Dimitrescu

On the outside she looks fine and treats you normally, but she’s panicking on the inside

How did you get sick? Did a lycan drag you outside? Did you accidentally ingest blood, or get blood in a wound? Did that Fool™️ accidentally give you tetanus?

No, you’re just sick

Thank Mother for that you gave the poor woman a heart attack with all your sniffles and sneezing

“Go back to bed, dearest, you’re going to spike your fever.”

The girls don’t bother you, much to your amusement

You can envision the conversation Alcina had with her daughters to get them to leave you be

Water, soup, blankets, ice, pillows and slippers are at your disposal the second she knows something is wrong

She won’t dote over you that much unless you’re properly sick, but extra snuggling time will be in your future if you have a cold

Donna Beneviento

Do you know how many remedies this wonderful woman has? If you catch the bubonic plague she has a cure for it

Even though you’re in her care, she’s still worried about you and whether or not you’ll get better (from a simple cold)

Warm clothes that are stitched exactly to your size are thrown onto you by Angie, waking you up from a nap

“DONNA SAYS YOU GOTTA STAY WARM, SO PUT THESE ON OR WE’RE GONNA HAVE ISSUES”

“Angie, no,”

Your favorite teas and coffees are brewed, and maybe even a little pastry is presented to you by a doll

A doll that Donna just made for you

While you were sick

Because she was worried and wanted to make you something

You kiss the doll on the cheek and cuddle it close to you, falling back asleep as soon as you’re done drinking

“…they love you~”

“Angie-“

Salvatore Moreau

Oh no

Why are you sick? What do you need? Is the smell giving you a headache? Do you need a trash can? I can get it-

Moreau suddenly remembers that at one point in his life, he was, in fact, a doctor

Queue him shuffling through every book and note he’s ever taken to see if something is severely wrong with you

“Sal, love, I’m telling you it’s just a cold-“

“I still want to be sure.”

You will let him be sure it’s just a cold or else he will get very upset

“You should drink lots of fluids, ones with electrolytes. I could buy that blue one you like from the Duke!”

“I don’t think you should eat anything too filling in case it makes you sick. I know the feeling, it’s not great.”

This man will let you pick the movies AND the cheese that night, stomaching something he potentially hates to make you happy

But if you put on The Princess Bride and pick brie as your cheese of choice, even though he gave you full reigns, dear lord you’re gonna make him cry

“Tell me if you feel bad, okay? I got you”

Cuddling for the rest of the duration of your cold ensues

Karl Heisenberg

TW- mention of vomit (not graphic)

Are you dying? No? Okay then get over it

Karl hasn’t had a cold in decades, so he doesn’t really remember how annoying they are

“You sound like a drowned cat. Can’t you breathe normally?”

“Yeah, it’s hot in here, that’s why you feel warm, dumbass.”

This man doesn’t give a shit unless you’re properly sick- like throwing up sick

Even then, he’s not too bothered by it

“Yeah, whatever, go into our room and pump the air conditioner. Get some water and eat crackers.”

He really only gets sympathetic around you when he’s done working

Mr. Metal Man gives you one (1) forehead kiss, flops on the bed next to you, gives you meds, and passes out

He’s not the empathetic type

Sorry I didn’t make Karl the lovebug we all want him to be, that man doesn’t give a shit ♥️

[dimitrescusistersplssteponme]

Modern au

@cryst4lwitch commented on my post (aka one of the biggest fan in the fandom commented on my post-)

Anyways! These are my thoughts with the Dimitrescu sisters in modern au as some of these will be mention or already did in my fic and feel free to use them if you wish in your works! I'll be separating them though

Bela

Work:

Like I mentioned before Bela would be a supermodel and taking extra lectures on how to run the winery business since surely Alcina will passed it to her one day

Her sisters were okay with it since they have no interest in handling the winery anyways

And Alcina is okay with it

Bela is famous of course especially in the community since she's very open about her sexuality

People around her often tell that she's the smartest out of the three And the fastest to improve her runway walk

Good with poses

No bad paparazzi photos (But she still hates those fuckers)

Have been in tons of magazines, runways, commercial and many more

Gained popularity during her 20th runway while wearing a long black dress with low cleavage and slit, and make up being gothic inspire

She rather have the same location as her sisters than being separated

All three will audition together and if one of them isn't in, they won't bother to continue the show

Is a "regular" at Donna's runway

Many celebrities and models admit having a crush on her and even tried dating her but Bela don't want to date anyone from the industry

Knows how to keep her work life separate from her personal life

Actually has a persona on the media and controls it well Personal Life:

Have a luxurious life mainly old money style

Two accounts on every social media she have, one for private and one for the public

Doesn't really like when people try to exploit her personal life since she's a model and rather be known as a model than her personal life be known

Graduated from a very elite school in the country and being the top of the class

During free time she spend her time being lock in her bedroom just to have time for herself, then would go with her family to spend time with them especially with her sisters

Doesn't like paparazzi very much and even punch one because they keep pushing her

Probably the quietest out of the three when it comes to posting

Of course her relationship will be surely low key

She actually likes comfortable clothes whenever she feels lazy than wearing dresses when she's out of the runway

Actually has collections of emo posters that is still up on her wall (You can't tell me otherwise)

Have an emo phase with her sisters

And actually ended up loving the Goths instead

"It's not a phrase!"

Doesn't like drama BUT KNOWS EVERY DRAMA Relationship

You first met when you were working on her outfit for one of her runways and let say majority of spending time with her was causing you to gay panic

Finds you cute and PURPOSELY will make you have gay panic

Ask for your number and accounts after the show but of course she have to kiss your cheek and wink at you

Had dinner a week later and just happen to click

LOW KEY RELATIONSHIP

She'll be posting your pictures but have your face covered whether your celeb, famous or ordinary

She finds it quite peaceful that no one tries to get to dig up her relationship especially the PR

Laughing at people who said her relationships are PR behind her screen

WON'T DENY YOU

"Yes I am in a relationship... Private but not a secret"

Actual couple goals

Have tons of stolen shots of you without your face and would post some

Cooking? Your back will be fine

Reading? The book will do it's work

Eating? Your hair does the magic

Most dates would be somewhere no one will able to recognize her or just hope some of her fans would be respectful that they wouldn't cause any drama

Actually most of her fans are supportive of her relationship and won't lie you're good looking as well and actually thought you were a model as well

You don't really mind Bela's work and fame since you're her biggest fan after all before the two of you met personally

You post pictures of her as well but have her face covered so no one would know as well

No paparazzi tried to come over to you which relieved Bela greatly since she first handed experience being harassed and doesn't want you to suffer as well

[wallflowerimagines]

I love your writing so much, it's very great! Anyways, can you make one with the lords with a s/o who can see ghosts, but everytime they see one they tensed up ? Thanks alot! <3 <3 <3

In a horror game???? With a horror villain s/o?????

Anon, you are so brave 😔✊ let's get spooky.

Alcina Dimitrescu

There are SO many ghosts in Castle Dimitrescu. And they're all so LOUD.

The majority seem to be victims of House Dimitrescu. All of them drift through the air, drained and skeletal, eyes sightless, and they just wail non stop. The wailing itself is actually kind of a lower volume, but because there are so many ghosts around, the sound layers and echoes through the space until you can barely hear yourself think.

They remind you of jellyfish in a way. They just aimlessly drift through the air, clothes billowing around them, sliding through the walls. Constantly screaming.

You actually prefer the ghosts of the victims of the Cadou experiments. They might be horrible, shuffling abominations of flesh and oozing blood, but at least they're quiet.

Alcina notices you flinch without any kind of visible stimulus, and immediately gets suspicious. She pulls you into a room and demands an explanation of your behavior.

If there is a problem, she's going to fix it.

When you tell her about the ghosts, her lips press into a fine line. You mean to tell her that these worthless wastes of space are crowding her halls, polluting her home even after their death?

They dare to not only crowd the noble house of Dimitrescu under her nose for years, but they're bothering you while they do it?

Yeah, Alcina is Furious.

She gets a couple exorcists on Retainer. Every month or so, priests of various religions are paraded through the house and cleanse the place from top to bottom. She has you follow them around and check their work, too. If any of them happen to be charlatans, they'll just join the horde of ghosts. No skin off her nose.

It is a little annoying that she has to hire even more people to clean up the mess in her Castle, but Alcina is a highborn lady. Any kind of clutter (living or dead) is unacceptable. Her home should be pristine.

Besides, her favorite reward is seeing you fall asleep in her arms, entirely peaceful. You had been so obviously stressed by the situation. It's such a relief to have you relaxed and calm once again.

Donna Beneviento

When Donna finds out you can see ghosts, she gets a bit ...manic.

This is a woman who lost her entire family, and is unable to deal with grief in a healthy way. She's constantly in mourning garb, and her veil rarely comes off. Hell, her grief was the catalyst for her current hobby-- which is what turned it into a hyperfixation.

I'm not going to lie to you, this revelation puts your relationship on pause. She's going to use you to get what she wants, and she wants her family back.

Donna pulls out all the family photo albums and portraits. She coaches you on her mother's laugh, her father's focused expression. She gets the projector and plays you home movies to show you how they walk and talk. Anything she can show you to help identify the ghosts of her family, she does it.

If you tense up, Donna gets so excited. Is it someone she knew? Her sister, maybe?

Unfortunately, most of the ghosts around are Donna's victims. They huddle in the corners of her home, rocking back and forth in terror, clawing at the walls in a futile attempt to escape whatever horror they've been eternally trapped in.

Sometimes, at night, you hear soft whimpers and scratches at your door...

If there is a ghost that isn't a member of her family around, Donna gets frustrated with it. She will banish any ghost that isn't a member of her family, or a member of the previous staff that could help them in the afterlife.

Eventually you need to sit her down and have a serious conversation with her. You're not something she can use to connect to her family. You might be willing to help, but all she's done lately is treat you like an object, not a partner. It has to stop.

It's the wake up call Donna needs. You both hold each other and cry for a long time, because the last thing she ever wanted to do is hurt you, but... She misses them. So much.

You still look for their ghosts for her, still tense in the hallway, but Donna stops asking you to describe them to her. She trusts you to tell her if they look familiar now. She can be patient.

Salvatore Moreau

Fish man might have been a doctor once, but he is a Small Town Doctor from a small fishing Hamlet. I don't care how much "logic" and "reason" you might think he has. This man is SUPER-fucking-STICIOUS.

Salt over your shoulder, four leaf clover carrying, fear of curse having man DOES NOT LIKE the idea of being haunted.

The ghosts of the reservoir are extra spooky too. Some of them are mid-mutation from the failed Cadou experiments...But the drowning victims are more common.

There aren't many ghosts around, but when they do appear, they're bloated, skin slipping off their bones, clothes dissolving around them as they glide through the air. They move much slower than other ghosts too, like the fact that they died in the water has permanently trapped them in that state.

If you tense up out of nowhere, Moreau does too.

What did you see?? Are they close?? Do they look bound to an object??

Salvatore will turn into his giant fish form and yeet anything that you might feel to be haunted over the mountain range. He takes no chances with that shit.

You two both are regular customers of the Duke's specifically for new exorcism methods. The Duke doesn't scam you guys either-- he provides candles, scriptures, holy water, perfumes, all of it works to keep the spirits at bay.

You and Moreau will walk around the reservoir, on guard for any hauntings, and clean up any area that might possibly have a ghost attached to it. It's a incredibly weird and very niche bonding experience.

By the end of the day, the reservoir is the least haunted place in the whole Village. Just how you and Salvatore like it.

Karl Heisenberg

Eat my ass, spirits

Heisenberg is not afraid of ghosts. He actually makes fun of you a little bit for even believing in them, until he sees you tense up out of the blue.

He trusts you enough to know you're not lying to him, so he knows that you are seeing something. He just doesn't know if they're really ghosts.

There aren't as many ghosts in the factory as there are at the Castle, but there is still quite a few.

A lot of them are missing limbs, unsurprisingly. They gasp and scramble around, eyes (if they are even there) bulging out of rotting faces as they scan the surrounding area for their missing pieces. They scuttle around like spiders up and through the walls, poking their heads into random rooms and constantly searching for something, anything to make them whole.

The worst thing about them is that they ALL scream when they see Heisenberg. It's not even a wail like from a normal ghost-- this is a full on shriek of rage and grief. They know who he is. They know what he's done. And they can't do anything about it.

Is it any wonder that you tense up all the time?

After you describe the ghosts in more detail to your partner, Heisenberg sets his jaw, gets pissed, and finds a way to exorcise the lot of them. While he can't see them, you can, and they might make you think less of him. He can't have that.

Plus, they're obviously bothering you. Karl does not tolerate some dumb spirits harassing his partner. If he has to nail a couple crucifixes to the wall and get a spray bottle of holy water, he will.

He also sees if he can kill his victims in an isolated section of the factory. Maybe having one specific room might limit the range on these things? It also makes for easier clean up.

[kaijurakunsobs]

yeah can I get uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh ONE Heisendad and the Lords reaction to the magnet baby?

ONE TIRED METAL MAN AND FRIED ANNOYING PEOPLE COMING RIGHT UP!

did you thought that waking up at unholy hours of the night to pacify a wailing infant was bad? OOOH HOOOOOONEY~ that was just a prelude

the moment this child is in the middle of the horrid "I have no idea what this green thing is but imma eat it!" phase and the terrible moment when an infant realize that "yoooo! I have like LEGS? that I can use to move around"? That's IT, you are in for the worst

You two are equally stressed out at this point, this kid has too much curiosity in that tiny body and is constantly trying to go places they shouldn't be or touching things they are not supposed to

Like the lycans or the varcolacs

Not only Karl is growing paranoid of Miranda and the idea of her taking your child if they prove to be of use to her plans

Now that the cat is out of the bag, he has to deal with Angie trying to play with this fragile tiny human, Donna asking the reader if she can just...have the baby for a bit to try on some clothes, Alcina who now has decided to make him suffer even more

"Oh, sweet Y/N...you know that my home is always open to you and your little one, right? If you need a place to stay and be away from the mortal trap this animal calls home, I will welcome you both with open arms"

"CAN YOU NOT? We are perfectly fine in our place, I don't want those things you call daughters, touching MY child"

Moreau seems to be the most chill one, he's quick to learn how to hold a baby, and due to his height, the kiddo finds it easier to grab Sal's hand and try to walk, key word, TRY

Maybe is not that big of a surprise that the kid is intimidated by Dimitrescu, for a normal sized adult, she's tall...for the little one she's just ginormous

the first steps of the kid are not even seen by you or Karl, both working hard to babyproof the living quarters and clear the entire entrance of anything that might hurt and/or kill your child

the Duke is the one to witness the whole thing

from the elevator, he hears the telltale of young innocent laughter, slowly the stompy steps of a child and finally the child of the hour, one tiny hand using the wall as a crutch

"Well...if it isn't the Heir of the Heisenberg house, how can I help such a young patron today?"

the kid has been held many times by the large man, so they light up upon hearing the familiar voice, squealing in delight and letting go of the wall to run up to him

By the time the reader notices that you can't hear your child, is been a good while "Heis...why can't I hear the baby playing?"

You two start a wild goose chase through the factory and the outside, but there are no tiny footprints, thankfully there's no blood or torn clothes

Heisenberg is the one to find the kid with the Duke, the little rugrat babbling like crazy while the merchant nods and answers with whatever comes to mind

he suddenly feels his age crashing down on him, a child just made him feel the fear and terror he makes the villagers feel, and it emotionally hurts

looking at his kid from here, he can see that nothing is missing, there's no blood anywhere, their clothes are clean and so are they

then it clicks, the knees on the overalls are CLEAN, which means that the kid didn't crawled...his child walked all the from the living area

...neither of you saw the kid give their first steps

Karl grunts and picks up his kid, who smiles and claps when dad is there "I'll pay whatever ridiculous prize you want but you won't tell Y/N or anyone that my kid walked all the way here, deal"

"Of course, I would expect no less from you Lord Heisenberg, you know everything I have to offer has a prize, that includes my silence"

later, Karl fakes amazement when you both see your kid get up and give their "first" unstable steps