#this is the softest thing ever i’m crying over here

[armageddidnt]

Welcome to My Collection of Random Thoughts during my nth* rewatch of Good Omens Season 2

*only amazon prime knows the exact number at this point but I’m fairly certain it’s in the double digits

Episode 1: Gabriel’s fly lurking in the box when Aziraphale first takes it inside 👀

Crowley’s promise of “two minutes” basically means that he’s been homeless and living in his car for the past 4 years strictly so that he can be within 2 driving minutes of Aziraphale at all times in case his angel needs him I’m not crying you are

So here I think the key word is “fragile,” Crowley knows they are ostensibly safe from their respective sides but that could change at any moment so he’s basically spent the last 4 years in anxiety-ridden terror hovering as close to Aziraphale as he can to try and protect him from heaven, hell, and anyone else that would want to bring him harm after all that business they pulled in season 1 with stopping Armageddon

Episode 2: I just happened to pause the episode while Aziraphale is lying to the angels about his miracle and LOL Michael really outdid himself here (Sheen, not the Archangel)

Gabriel trying to swat flies and almost smashing the repository of every single one of his memories

I’m cAckling

So if Good Omens exists in Good Omens, does that mean Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett exist in Good Omens?? Do you think they based their Aziraphale and Crowley characters on Aziraphale and Crowley??

Episode 3: So I’m trying to find any hints or foreshadowing of the Gabriel Beelzebub thing bc tbh I did kind of feel like it came out of nowhere which is really the only issue I have with them. I found this one scene where Beelzebub almost ?? seems to be concerned about Gabriel ?? But it’s blink and you miss it and there could be lots of other reasons why Beelzebub doesn’t want to fail in locating Gabriel (pressure from/leverage over heaven, etc) so idk

More Foreshadowing Fly content 🪰

Episode 4: So here we’ve seen that Shax can just appear inside the Bentley bc she did it earlier to talk to Crowley. Shax only pretended to be a hitchhiker so she could be invited in because Azirpahale was driving so technically she needed permission to cross the threshold of an angel 👀

This scene will never not destroy me the 1941 flashback is the absolute sOFTEST thing ever to happen on this show

We really need more context here I need to see the Crowley-Furfur Monkey Rides

Episode 5: ahahaha thank you google translate for absolutely destroying my sanity this evening

POP goes the Ziraphale

Okay I know you can’t hear it in the gif but just before Nina takes Maggie’s hand, there’s a very quiet miracle noise, like Azirpahale literally MADE Nina dance with Maggie, he said I’m writing a Mina Jane-Austen-Ball-AU and my otp will KISS godDAMMIT

Azirpahale seems lowkey kind of manic this whole scene tho, he’s controlling literally everyone to force Nina and Maggie together and whenever Crowley says anything that pokes holes in Aziraphale’s Magical Jane Austen Ball Fairytale, Aziraphale just straight up denies it. He wants Nina and Maggie to dance and he wants him and Crowley to dance and he refuses to acknowledge anything beyond that.

Is this just Shax insulting Crowley for how much of a nuisance he’s been or a reference to his former status as an angel ???

They’re both completely dismissive of each other when they’re trying to say something important and that’s the main issue they’ve been having this entire season tbh

Episode 6: I think it’s funny that Crowley describes the angels as bees here because in the book, Neil/Terry describe humans the same way. Guess we have more in common than we thought huh?

So the metatron was the one who originally decided Gabriel would be memory wiped and not sent to hell, and he was also the one that decided not to sound an alarm about Gabriel for some reason and said ‘just go find him yourself’ instead. The metatron has definitely got his own agenda and you can bet he doesn’t want Aziraphale up there in heaven because he’s a “leader” and he’s “honest” like that’s exactly what Gabriel was and look where it got him 👀

There’s just something I can’t quite put my finger on about the metatron bringing Aziraphale a coffee from “give me coffee or give me death” and then asking Aziraphale if he’s going to take the coffee he’s giving him…

I have not seen a single person talk about this since s2 came out but Nina literally calls Maggie “angel” because that’s the term of endearment they hear Crowley using for Aziraphale !!!! I’m still going fERAL over this and I can’t believe no one else is eitHER

Something about this part of The Final Fifteen compared to this scene from the first episode is so representative of the entire season. Azirpahale keeps saying “my way or get out” and Crowley finally hits a wall and can follow Aziraphale no further. So he does just that. He goes.

I’m sure a lot of us by now have seen this post that brings up how Aziraphale literally pushes the remains of Crowley into his mouth and swallows and it’s the only thing I see when I watch this now

We still don’t know for certain if Crowley queued up this song to play on their way to the Ritz or if the Bentley started playing it all on its own and it’s driving me insane

Basically how I am doing after my Truly-Alarming-Number-th watch of this traumatizing episode/season. WELP hope you enjoyed this garbage dump of my thoughts and feelings time to go cry for a bit again BYE

[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Sleepless Nights HCs (Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, Albedo)

In which, both they and the reader have insomnia.

CW: Angst, mentions of death, fluff in Albedo's,

 Diluc and Kaeya get some time to cope and process Master Crepus’s death since hoyoverse won’t give it to us

GN! reader (Kaeya, Albedo, Xiao) Fem!Reader (Diluc) 

Ask box is OPEN for requests and chatter

Kaeya

Kaeya doesn’t often suffer from sleepless nights

Or so you thought

It took months, if not years for you to realize that part of Kaeya’s drinking habit was a way to ensure sleep

But insomnia isn’t something he could hide forever, not when his partner suffers from the same damn thing

One night the Angel Share was closed and he couldn’t find any back up alcohol, so he was up. He couldn't quiet the guilt, to questioning. Unfortunately-- or fortunately-- for him, you were up too, stressing over work or something. 

You walked out of your office or room in your shared home to find Kaeya on the couch, his face in his hands. If you weren’t fully aware of the ice underneath that charm, you would have thought he was crying.

You solution to this is to make two cups of hot chocolate--your go-to solution on nights like these-- and sit next to him. When you put his in his hand, he takes it without even looking at you.

“Kae, love, what’s wrong?”

“Can’t sleep.”

“But why?”

It takes some pushing, but Kaeya opens up fully. On nights like these where he just doesn’t have the energy to hide.

He tells you about being dumped in Mondstadt, about being raised by Crepus, and about Crepus’s death. By the time he tells you about his fight with Diluc, your man of ice is crying.

You pull him into your arms, whispering sweet nothings, telling him that he’s not alone any more, the works.

When he’s cried out you brush the hair out of his face.

“I’m here for you, Kae. Lean on me, ‘kay?”

He makes a promise to lean on you, though you figure it will take a while for the concept of being supported to sink in.

After that Diluc starts noticing a drop in Kaeya’s patronage.

Why? Insomnia, and eventually sleep, is far more pleasant when it’s shared.

Diluc

Speaking of our favorite vigilante, he’s no better at sleeping than Kaeya is

Adelinde is always worried about it

His usual solution is kicking bad-guy butt, lol.

But once you get together, he’s quick to notice that you’re always awake when he comes home at night

So, being the caring s/o he is, he seeks you out

“Y/n?”

The night he seeks you out is a quiet one, save for the rain on the tiles of the roof.

You look up from your work, or a book, whichever you feel like doing that night.

“Diluc? You’re home early.”

Diluc shrugs and strips out of his coat. The bare skin of his arms are covered in rivulets of rain water.

Adelinde is quick to bring him a towel, but otherwise, leaves the two of you be.

“It’s too wet to be working. Why are you still up?”

“I can’t sleep.”

When he’s dry, Diluc sits next to you. “Why? Is your bed not comfortable?”

“No, no. Nothing like that. It’s the softest I’ve ever slept on. It’s just...”

“Just?”

You sigh and look away. “I get a bit lonely. I know what you do is important, but I miss you at night. I like being able to say good night and give you a good night kiss, knowing that you’re safe at home.”

Diluc flushes, running a hand over his hair. “I didn’t realize you felt that way.”

“Why wouldn’t I? Of course, some nights, like tonight, I just can’t stop thinking. Work is busy, busier than I’d like and it’s hard to wind down.”

“I can help with that. Come with me.”

Diluc takes your hand and pulls you into the kitchen.

You watch as he starts some tea.

“Dad used to do this for me and Kaeya before he died. I’ve never been able to do it the same way.”

You get up and wrap your arms around Diluc. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

 “Reminding you.”

Diluc’s smile is small and heartbreakingly sad. “I like remembering him like this, y/n. Alive and happy. And he’d probably haunt me if I let grief prevent me from taking care of my lady love.”

Soon it becomes a routine, he gets home and you have tea together, talking about your days and calming down and then going to bed. After the first night, he takes to sleeping in your bed. Well, until you decide that his bed is bigger and much more comfortable. 

Albedo

Sleepless nights with Albedo are angst free

Rather, they are a product of two curious, very active minds

They’re all about the “what ifs” and sharing ideas that don’t seem to emerge during daylight hours

Story telling is also a very common past time

Basically, you guys do this to yourselves and don’t have the decency to be ashamed about it

“What do you think it feels like to live among the stars.”

You and Albedo are sitting on the rocks just outside his cave, gazing at the stars.

Albedo tilts his head in consideration. “I don’t know. Probably cold.”

“Cold?”

“Mhmm. And lonely.”

You turn to look at the blond. “Why do you say that?”

“They’re very far away.”

“That doesn’t mean they’re cold. I mean, I’ve heard that they’re like the sun, right?”

“They’re not close enough together to make the night sky very hot.”

“True. And lonely?”

Albedo meets your eyes and smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Of course. How could I not be lonely without you by my side.”

You choke on your breath, aware pf the heat creeping up your next. “’’Bedo! Warn me before you say stuff like that.”

Albedo just laughs, the sound bouncing off the frozen cliffs of Dragonspine. “It’s true, y/n. I very much enjoy your company. I wouldn’t want to visit the stars without you.”

“I--I’ll keep that in mind.”

The rest of the night, as short as it is, is quiet, uncomfortably so.

It doesn’t take long before you’re returning inside, swearing that tonight is not a good night to be staying up late.

Xiao

So it’s canon, Xiao doesn’t sleep

But that means that when you start having insomnia he has no idea what to do about it

At first he is terrified that is Karma is negatively affecting you, which you insist is not the case. 

So he, very discreetly, visits Zhongli. Zhongli is very helpful, having watched humans for as long as he has, and comes up with a number of ideas. They run the gamut from tea to massages (Xiao blushed a bit when Zhongli mentioned that one) to simply cuddling

After some thought, Xiao choses the last option to try first.

It’s a night like many others, when he approaches you with his ideas. It’s not particularly cloudy, nor is it particularly quiet. If anything, the insects around your camp are making it doubly difficult to sleep. 

But despite that chorus of insects, the night is still bitterly lonely. It chills you in a way no snowstorm ever has. But you can’t bring yourself to call the name that would ease that chill.

The Yaksha always seems so distant, even after months of dating. Distant, aloof, intimidating, all things that you love, even though they’re the source of so much irritation. And he’s not nearly so bad now. But still, he’s hard to call on.

You flop back on your back, turning your gaze to the sky, only to meet a familiar pair of gold eyes.

“Xiao. Why are you here?”

“Why are you awake?” he counters, settling himself on the ground next to you.

“Dunno. Can’t sleep. I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Do you not trust me?”

You sit up, waving your hands in denial. “No, no. Nothing like that. I just didn’t want to be a bother.”

“That’s not quiet fair, y/n.”

“Fair?”

“You insist on being there for me, but won’t call me when you need me.”

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“I went to see Mo--Zhongli today.”

Xiao changes the subject, not quiet knowing how to react to your apology.

“Oh? How is he?”

“He seems good. He was happy to talk to me. He gave me some advice.”

You turn to face your lover properly. “On what?” 

“Helping you sleep. You’re up like this a lot. I’m worried.”

You kick yourself mentally. Xiao is well known for not understanding humans, but he’s never been anything but observant and attentive. Hiding your sleep troubles from him is impossible.

“Oh. I don’t think there’s anything wrong. It happens to humans sometimes. What did Zhongli suggest?”

“This.”

Without offering any explanation, Xiao pulls your shoulders down so that your head is laying on his lap. His hands are unbelievably gentle as they twine into you hair, rubbing small circles in your scalp.

The tension drains from your shoulders and any awkwardness over the position fades. For the first time in days, you aren’t lonely.

You’re eyes water at the thought.

“Y/n? Am I doing something wrong.”

“No. Not at all. It feels really, really good. I guess I just missed you.”

“Missed me.”

“It’s not that weird, Xiao. People miss the people they love. I wish I could be around you more.”

Xiao takes a moment to process your words. “We have our own jobs, but at night, I could come to you?”

You turn your head so that you can see his face. “You’d do that for me?”

“I was reminded in no uncertain terms that spending time together is something couples do.”

“If you want to, I’d love to have you here at night. Do you want to?”

“Mhmm. I spend a little too much time thinking about you during the day. It’s distracting.”

A great warmth replaces the chill in your bones. “The words you want are ‘I miss you’ my silly Yaksha.”

You shift the two of you around so that you’re both curled up on you bed roll.

“Thank you, Xiao.”

“Tomorrow night I’ll bring the tea Zhongli gave me.”

Sounds good. Good night, silly Yaksha.”

“Good night, strange human.”

Xiao might be distant, aloof, and intimidating, but there’s no doubt in your mind that he loves you no less than you love him.

[bruisedboys]

THE DARK NIGHT — sirius black + "don't forget to kiss me" from glue song by beabadoobee ty hehe

omg yes I freaking love that song

fem!reader 1k words

You’re up early for work, as always. Sirius, the lucky bastard, gets to sleep in. You mourn his warmth as you get ready in the ensuite, peeking through the half-open door to see him fast asleep in bed, bare arm stretched out over your empty side and his hair all fanned out over his pillow. He looks unfairly pretty when he sleeps.

It makes you want to cry. And to ditch your makeup and get back in bed with your boyfriend. You sigh and turn back to the mirror. You manage to get through your makeup and your hair before you allow yourself to look at Sirius again. Only, he’s not in bed anymore. He’s standing in the doorway, watching you in nothing but his boxers.

“Sirius,” you gasp, half-shocked to death. “Jeez. How long have you been standing there?”

Sirius mumbles something unintelligible. His eyes are still plagued by sleep, lips pulled into a tired frown. He is very clearly not a morning person. It’s amusing, and very cute.

He shuffles into the bathroom and across the tiles until he’s right in front of you. His bare chest staring you in the face. His tattoos stark against his pale skin. He smells like sleep. Like the laundry detergent you’d used on the sheets yesterday and his conditioner that you both share. It immediately makes you want to fall asleep against his chest in the middle of the bathroom.

“Go back to bed,” you tell him softly. You touch your hand to his abdomen, spread your fingers over his ribcage. You swear he shivers under your touch. “You’re tired.”

Sirius doesn’t say anything, only gets his arms around you in maybe the warmest, softest hug he’s ever given you. One arm circling around your back to hold your waist, the other bent over the top of your back to cup your head in his hand.

You melt.

“Sirius,” you say weakly, speaking into his chest. It’s hard to talk when he’s so close. When it’s just you and him, in the dark, quiet hours of the early morning, and he’s giving up his precious sleep to hug you instead.

“Y/N,” he says back, in the same sort of tone, the first intelligible word he’s said this morning. His hand strokes the back of your head all slow and soft. “C’mon, just let me hug you. I miss you.”

His words stick together like taffy, seep into your heart and make your chest ache. “Miss me?” You ask softly, though you think you know what he means. “I’m right here, baby.”

Sirius holds you tighter. So tight you’re sure your fresh skin products are rubbing away on his chest. You can’t bring yourself to care.

“I mean I miss you in bed,” he says moodily. He presses his lips to your hair and speaks into it, “Don’t want you to leave.”

Fondness for him bruises your heart. Makes your body ache all over. You make a pitying noise without really meaning to.

“I don’t want me to leave, either,” you say into his chest. You pull away slightly and press your lips to his chest, kiss kiss kiss over his sternum before lifting your chin so you can look at him.

He gazes back down at you, pretty in his sleepiness, the lovesick look on his face mirroring exactly how you feel.

“Then don’t,” he says.

You sigh. It’s affectionate in its annoyance. You’re annoyed because he’s so lovely and he’s really extremely persuasive even when he’s not trying.

“I can’t,” you say. You kiss his chest one more time and then pull away from him before you get stuck in his arms all day. Scoop up your things, slide past him back into the bedroom to get your bag.

Sirius watches you silently. He drags his feet back to bed when he realises you’re not planning on staying, however persuasive he is. You shrug on your jacket and slip on your shoes, pack your bag and grab your purse. By the time you’re done you think Sirius has gone back to sleep. You try to leave the room very quietly so as not to wake him again, but his voice calls you back.

“Y/N, darling?” His voice is raspy as ever, with him straining to talk loud enough for you to hear him. It honestly makes you a bit dizzy, the roughness in it. “You forgot something.”

You wheel around. “What? I’ve got everything, I think.” You instinctively check your purse for your phone, your wallet, your keys. They’re all there.

The blanket-covered lump that is Sirius rolls over onto his back. He lifts his head very slightly off the pillow so he can squint at you in the dark.

“You forgot to kiss me goodbye,” he says, as if it’s obvious.

You huff but stride across the room anyway, lean over his side of the bed and plant one hand on the side of his waist furthest away from you.

“It’s ‘cos I thought you were asleep, that’s why,” you explain, hovering over his chest.

He grins up at you, eyes half closed. Looking so lovely and sleepy and warm that you almost cave and fall right back to bed with him.

“Excuses,” he says lightly.

You roll your eyes and lean in to kiss him. It’s meant to be a chaste kiss, a quick one so you can leave before you’re late for work. But Sirius is quick to shoot his hand up and hold your jaw in place while he kisses you deep and slow, his lips hot and languid. He even manages to sneak a bit of tongue in there, even this early in the day. His thumb drags over your cheekbone and you think if he keeps kissing you like this, you’re never gonna leave.

You think that’s exactly what he wants. You pull away before you can give in to his antics.

“Sirius,” you say, breathless, lips swollen.

Sirius falls back onto the pillows, grinning like mad. His hand finds your hand across the sheets and squeezes.

“Bye, sweetheart. Have a good day, yeah?”

You escape before he can make you late for work. It wouldn’t be the first time.

-

[vrisrezis]

OMG I REALLY LIKE UR YAN GETO HC!! It's quite rare seeing sub yan fic these days... And if u don't mind, may I rq yan Gojo hc? (No pressure tho)

Have a nice day/night!

Thank u! And yes ! I’m such a fan of subby yanderes . Makes me sad there aren’t more :((

Here’s some Yan gojo for the soul

College au? Normal Yandere stuff, gojo is possessive and very bratty and subby! umm lotsa nsfw in this one, mentions of choking, gojo is very masochistic but still very loving, kind mentions of gojo getting beaten up but … yea

Yan! Gojo who notices you the moment you step into those door of the classroom, and he makes himself your never ending curse ever since

Yan! Gojo who is convinced you must love him, since he’s irresistible. Why wouldn’t you love him? The object of his affections has taste, after all.

Yan! Gojo who thinks you’re playing hard to get when you say you aren’t interested. There’s no need to be shy! He’s not going anywhere.

Yan! Gojo who’s delusional enough to think you’re dating simply because you looked at him a second too long.

Yan! Gojo who sees himself as the only one worthy to be in your presence. Everyone else doesn’t matter.

Yan! Gojo who loves to compliment you, but expects the same back. Otherwise he gets mad at you. However, if you ask why he’s mad he claims he’s fine ! There’s nothing wrong! But he’s silently brooding at the fact you didn’t compliment him back.

In the same breath Yan! Gojo who gets mad when you don’t notice slight changes in his appearance such as a different shampoo he’s using. He did it just for you! How could you not notice?

Yan! Gojo who insists you kiss him whenever you talk to that stupid bitch that keeps grabbing your hand.

Yan! Gojo who’s completely unashamed in how badly he wants you, and tells you as such.

Yan! Gojo who can’t get off unless you’re inside of him (whether that be your dick in him or his dick in u lol)

Yan! Gojo who wants you to pull his hair and completely wreck him. He knows he can be a overconfident brat, please put him in his place!

Because for as much as he’s the only right one for you, you’re the only right one for him. The only one that can put him in his place.

Yan! Gojo who ends up threatening your friends to leave you alone, you’re his.

Yan! Gojo who acts over confident as per usual, he’s confident in your relationship but he still gets really jealous of everyone around him.

Yan! Gojo who’s really possessive and protective of you, truly acts like your classic crazy girlfriend.

Yan! Gojo who screams at you when you talk to other people and make him jealous “on purpose”

But even after those fights, he comes back to you as if nothing ever happened an hour later, giving you the softest look and the sweetest kisses.

Yan! Gojo who gets mad at you a lot but also forgets the things that you do that make him mad… a lot.

Yan! Gojo who gets very jealous easily. Insists you fuck him to make him forget about it.

Yan! Gojo who gets clingy when he’s jealous, and starts being openly perverted and sexual as a result of his jealousness.

Yan! Gojo who likes when you choke him when you’re fucking

Yan! Gojo who looks at you with such adoration in his eyes, to him you are perfection. He loves every single part of you, because that’s what it means to love someone. Even when you piss him off, he loves every inch of you.

Yan! Gojo who insists you put him in his place constantly, please beat him up. You’re the only one that is capable of beating him up. The only one capable of touching him, he wants to constantly be reminded of how you own him.

Yan! Gojo who just wants you to use and abuse him.

Yan! Gojo who wants you to make him cry and embarrass him, he does not care about anyone else. He doesn’t care about his reputation or the people that worry about him, he wants you to wreck him beyond repair.

Yan! Gojo who just wants to be your toy, and never feels insecure about it cause he’s so convinced he’s your world, just like you’re his.

Yan! Gojo who likes taking you out on dates, he’s surprisingly romantic for being such a menace to society

Yan! Gojo who is actually very sappy despite how crazy he can be

Yan! Gojo who doesn’t try to resort to killing people but absolutely will and will feel nothing upon doing it, they have to be really persistent on talking to you.

Yan! Gojo who tricks you into thinking your friends and family dont love you and even if they did, who cares about them?

Yan! Gojo who wants to be the only one in your life, won’t understand why you don’t just ditch everyone else already.

Yan! Gojo who loves being your toy, but he also loves being your good little pretty boy.

Yan! Gojo who wants you to slap and step on his dick

Yan! Gojo who tells you how much he loves and adores you everyday

Yan! Gojo who’s so clingy it’s overwhelming

Yan! Gojo who loves you so intensely it becomes completely overbearing

Yan! Gojo who likes giving you little kisses on your neck

Yan! Gojo who lets out the cutest giggles when you do something he thinks is cute.

Yan! Gojo who laughs like a highschool girl when you make a joke

Yan! Gojo who constantly gives you literal heart eyes

Yan! Gojo who blushes when you call him pretty

Yan! Gojo who’s into you feminizing him. Call him your pretty girl.

Yan! Gojo who likes being carried by you even if he’s a lot bigger than you

Yan! Gojo who loves being kissed on the neck, he blushes like crazy

Yan! Gojo who likes being called princess

Yan! Gojo who loves you so much and tells you constantly

Yan! Gojo who’s very demanding in your relationship and isn’t exactly aware of the fact, but he loves you and would protect you. He’s the only one that deserves you. Please don’t throw him away!

[lizzy019]

𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝐵𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝓂𝑒, 𝑀𝒶𝓂𝒶.

David “Hesh” Walker x Fem!Reader [Reader is engaged with David]

cw -> slightest breeding kink, fluffy otherwise, some sad stuff to start

Word Count -> 1.4K

Ovulating for David, the manliest man <3

Home alone, 12 at night, and only the sounds of rain and cars were keeping you awake. How pitiful it must’ve looked to see a woman crying just because she’s lonely.

The burn in your heart and the ache in your head made you cry hard, what if David didn’t come home like he promised? You’d told him so many times over, “Don’t promise me things you’re not certain you can keep.”

Sniffing quietly in the empty room asides yourself, you find solace in wearing his shirt and resting on his side of the bed. Months have gone by without him, and you were worried another soldier would come to visit instead of David with a belonging of his like an arm or his helmet.

You’d spent hours crying, and eventually you’d fallen asleep from all the fears nagging and clawing at your already exhausted mind.

Everything dulled to silence and darkness once your mind shut off in exhaustion.

All while David and Riley tip-toed into the shared condo of yours to greet you as usual. Oblivious to the fact that you were sleeping, Riley sniffed his way to your bedroom door, rattled it open and bolted to your mattress only to jump and shower you in licks.

Upon the moist feeling and kicks being shoved to your body, you inevitably wake up and realize that it’s Riley who’s licking all your skincare off.

This has you wake up almost instantly, hands rubbing Riley’s back in greeting as you chuckled softly. 

“Stop bombarding me in kisses, Riley. I’m tired.. Where’s David?” You ask the pup drowsily, watching as he runs off to retrieve his owner.

You waited only a few minutes before the thudding of David’s work boots alerted you of his closeness. You were giddy.

And as soon as you could’ve thought it, he was shooing Riley to bed in front of your bedroom’s door as handsome as ever. Regardless of the dirt and grime collected on his clothes and skin.

Maybe it was the way his eyes fell on you, or maybe it was how he looked so handsome as he chucked his duffel bag to the side and took the softest steps forward to greet you.

There he was.

In all his great glory.

You didn’t hesitate to jump up from your seat on the bed and rush into his arms, your own holding his body so tightly you were sure his head would pop off like a champagne cork.

David’s muscular arms were clasped to your body as well, holding you just as tight as he almost shivered out a heavy breath. He was home, with you and his pup safely.

The urge to have you here and now after so many months away was clawing at him, he wanted to get you both bare bodied, to collide skin to skin and to make the love you both missed for so much time.

But David waited for you to escape the hug, smiling down at you when you finally did. 

His lips mashed against yours instantly, shoving you onto the bed behind you as his hands were quick to slide off your pajama pants and his own uniform’s pants.

“Missed you mama, missed you so much..” He murmured between kisses and breaths, pulling away only for a moment for you to take off your top and for him to take off his.

Soon, it was just how he liked it. Skin on skin collisions.

Your hands tangled in his chest hair, smiling at the cute brown curls before your hands came back to pull him in for a kiss again. More tongue action was added however.

Light moans were escaping you both, his fingers working your clit like you had all those nights he wasn’t with you. You were moaning just as you were when you thought of him.

You prepared yourself for his arrival to your entrance, moving to fix your position to grab a condom for him.

The urge to have you raw, put his baby into your fertile womb and grow a child together immediately took over, any sense of want for protection dissipate.

“Mama.. mama, I don’t want a condom. Please?” David asked so politely, hands shaking as they came to meet your waist.

You hesitated for a moment, really? He wanted to feel you raw for once? This new information gave you a small smile, putting the condom back in the bedside table’s droor before you nodded happily.

“Sure, baby. But if you get me pregnant, this damn baby’s yours.” You smiled, getting into the usual missionary position and teasingly wiggling your hips.

“That’s the point, mama. Wanna have a baby.” He smiled at your sweet hip wiggle, giving his cock a soft stroke before pressing up against your entrance.

The feeling of his tip just pressing in was congenial, almost heavenly before he fully thrusted his length deep into your achy core. Like a sword in a pedestal, he sheathed his weapon into your safety.

Moans reached new highs when the flat of his thumb came to massage at your clit, hands grasping his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself. Walls clenching around him had him whining out too.

It was almost mind numbing how much pleasure you were receiving, even more than just physically. It was amazing knowing he was home and craving you as much as you did him.

Ecstasy was climbing up, lines of sweat building at your hairline as the room got warmer from all the movement. Regardless, the amount of pleasure being given to you was incredible.

“David- David, I’m gonna cum!” You cried out, legs moving to wrap around his hips as he smashed his mouth against yours.

Fingers moving to rub his overgrown military cut, you felt the cord in your stomach tightening and tightening. You were close, and you knew he could feel it. His lips pulled away for a second to capture your neck’s skin.

“Can feel it mama, you gonna bust?” He asked, smirking against your skin as he sped up a bit.

The gentlemanly part of him was forcing himself to hold on for you to release first, but he was close to letting go too.

“Come on, come on mama, I gotchu, you’re almost there.” His words were soft, hands finding anywhere to touch you to satisfy his urges.

His praising words had you almost edging, hands seizing his biceps as you held them tighter than your pussy could clench onto his cock.

Before you knew it, he placed one last kiss to your neck before you finished in totality just like he urged you to. Body tensing as release and pleasure swooped your body up to cloud nine, walls clenching sporadically before everything finally eased down.

Soon after, the warmth of David’s release filled you as well before he flopped on top of you to rest temporarily.

“...Wanna have a baby with me, mama?” He asked pleasantly, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he gently pressed a kiss to your forehead in praise.

You couldn't help but smile as he said it, that pretty, toothy and happy grin coming across your lips had David’s heart doing spins.

“Yeah, I’d like a mini-us running around with Riley.” You smiled, gently scratching his scalp.

After your lovely reunion and the quick shower you two took to clean off the residue, you both were now in the comfort of your bed while David began explaining everything that he could tell you about on his mission.

“It was a bit nerve-wracking, that mission, I mean. Running from straight death itself and losing some good soldiers.. I mean, I see it often, but it doesn't get easier.” He vented very softly, moving to lay on his side and chuck an arm around you.

“But I’m home with my lovely fiancée, I think it was worth it. I just feel bad that my fellow deceased teammates’ families, friends and partners won’t ever see them again like how I come home and see you, yeah?”

The words were understandable, his concern was laudable, but his pain didn't stop there and you knew that.

To shut him up temporarily, you flipped onto your side as well and pressed the softest and sweetest kiss to his lips before rubbing the muscle of his neck.

“You’ve made it home, David. Reward yourself with some sleep, mh?” You smiled, hugging him close before whispering a “goodnight” and closing your eyes.

David looked at your peaceful expression and nodded, kissing the crown of your head before letting himself drift off too.

“G’night, mama.”

[moomoog017]

fics ᯓᡣ𐭩 blue doesn't always have to mean sadness

Captain Rex x GN!Reader

Synopsis: You feel lost, like you've made a bad choice. But Rex is there to comfort you.

Genre: Some angst, but fluff and comfort

Word Count: 701

Warnings: talk about not feeling well mentally but there's no in depth.

A/N: I need some Rex comfort and I'm here to share my pookies.

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You had tried to think positively but there was still a lingering darkness in your mind. If it wasn’t for your friends you’d be in a pit. You felt confused and lost, not knowing what the future would bring. It scared you. Was this the right decision or was it hurting you more, you didn’t know anymore…

“Hey you ok?” Rex would ask you. The sweet and caring tone carried through his voice. A solemn smile crossed your mouth, “yeah I’m fine.” This went on for a week and Rex was getting worried about you. Because you didn’t come to him he came to you instead.

There was a knock at the door. You panicked trying to keep yourself together. “It’s me…Rex,” there was an uncertainty to his words but he was here regardless. You walked over, opening the door slowly. “Hey Rex,” your eyes were a little puffy and your voice was nasally. “Uh can I come in?” You nodded, opening the door fully and shut it when he was inside your home.

“We have to talk…” Rex spoke as he shifted slightly uncomfortably. “Yeah what do you need?” You tried to play it cool but you subconsciously made yourself smaller, hunching your shoulders and fidgeting. “You seem down lately and I’m worried about you,” the words fell from his lips with an urgency you understood. “Thanks,” you held your tongue worried you'd cry if you continued.

“So what’s happening with you?” Rex stepped a little closer trying not to scare you. You couldn’t look at him. He stepped a little closer…

“Please let me help you, what’s wrong?” Rex spoke softly, probably the softest you’ve ever heard him talk. It surprised you and you let out a deep breath, “ok.” Rex smiled gently, all you could see were his armored feet. “I feel like I’ve made a mistake, but I also know it’s to better me.” Rex nodded as you spoke, you lifted your head a little now seeing his painted chest plate.

“I’m confused, I don’t know what to do Rex.” You finally met his eyes. His eyebrows softened seeing your near crying face. “Oh come here,” he took you into a bear hug. That’s when the tears fell, you silently sobbed into his armor. “It’ll be ok, you’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met,” his hand patted your head as you continued to cry into him.

“Whatever’s making you feel this way, it will pass. Some things just take time.” You held him tightly and he reciprocated. You could feel the heat through his plastoid plates, being this close to him…it was something you’ve never experienced. You felt safe. “Feelings are complicated and it’s worse when you don’t really understand what you’re feeling. I’ll be here whenever you need me ok?” You nodded your head in confirmation. “Let me be your rock, while the current tries to pull you away. You don’t have to do this alone, we can do it together. Things will pass and it will start to make sense.”

Rex pulled you away from him, wiping your tears and he held your shoulders. “Doing the right thing isn’t easy. Especially if it’s for you. You are a lot tougher than you think and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” You were still crying but he wiped every one of your tears. “Repeat after me, I am strong and I can make it through this.” You repeated after Rex and although you still felt the weight on your shoulders, you knew you weren’t carrying it alone anymore. “Thank you Rex,” you hugged him tightly again. He chuckled, “as long as you’re ok so am I.” A smile teased at your lips hearing him laugh.

“Heck I’ll get all the other guys here too. You know they love you to death right?” You released your grip on him. “Yeah I know…” Rex ruffled your hair, “and so do I.”

Rex stayed by your side until he knew you were ok. Whatever you wanted, he’d give it to you. He’d give you the whole galaxy, all you’d have to do is ask. He’d always be the first to your side and that would never change.

[slaymitchabernathy]

Socks & Stitches

Coriolanus is deep in paperwork when the phone on his desk rings. He glances at the clock hanging on the wall, it’s nearly five o’clock, far too late for anyone in the office to be ringing him for last-minute favors.

He’s gotten so tired of those.

“Could you run these papers over to the other department for me? My grandmother is sick and I have to take care of her.”

“Did you happen to come up with a plan for the new development project? You always have the best ideas so I was hoping you could take charge for that one.”

All excuses that he’s grown so tired of. It’s hard being at the top, where everyone expects you to be a leader. Still, it pays the bills and he enjoys it for the most part.

The phone continues ringing and with a heavy sigh, Coriolanus picks it up and brings it to his ear, preparing for the latest bullshit lie from someone trying to go home early.

“Coriolanus Snow, to whom am I speaking?”

He uses his most authoritative voice when answering the phone, a voice that is not to be messed with. He’s met with the softest voice he’s ever heard.

“Coryo?”

His heart drops at Soarynn’s shaky tone. She sounds like she’s been crying. “Soarynn? What’s wrong darling? What happened?” He asks, adopting a more kind tone, a patient tone only reserved for her.

Soarynn sniffles before answering, “It’s Petunia. She’s…she’s sick. I don’t know what to do or what happened but she’s not being herself. She sounds like she’s in a lot of pain so I’m taking her to the veterinarian.”

That cat is going to be the death of him.

Coriolanus pinches the bridge of his nose before taking a deep breath, “Don’t worry darling, I’m sure she’ll be alright. I’ll meet you at the veterinarian's office okay?”

Her voice trembles, “Okay.”

He holds the phone to his ear after she hangs up. What if Petunia doesn’t make it? What if this is some deadly disease and it’s already too late?

They can’t lose Petunia. They just can’t.

Coriolanus finally slams the phone back on the receiver and gathers all his paperwork, tucking it safely into the correct file before standing to grab his coat and briefcase.

He looks at the clock again. He looks at the clock because at five-thirty he’s supposed to partake in an important meeting where he will take the lead for a majority of it. But he can’t. Not with Soarynn on her way to the veterinarian.

He swallows a displeased groan when he realizes what he must be subjected to if he wants to make sure he’s there for Soarynn who is bound to be a broken mess by now.

He has to ask for a favor.

He wastes no time in striding down the hall and knocking just once before opening the door to Festus Creed’s office. “Festus,” he breathes, relieved that his friend is quite literally making paper swans at the moment, not busy at all, the perfect contender to take over this meeting for him.

Festus looks up at him and raises his eyebrows at his attire, “I didn’t know you were leaving early today Coriolanus. Don’t you have a meeting soon?”

Coriolanus all but rolls his eyes at the question, “Yes. But some things come up. An emergency. Petunia is sick and I have to meet Soarynn at the veterinarian.”

Festus, who is as familiar with Petunia as he is with Coriolanus’s distaste for Petunia smirks and tilts his head, “So you’re running off to the veterinarian to be by your girlfriend’s side?”

“Yes.”

“To take care of the cat you so passionately claim to hate?”

“Yes.”

“And to pay for the most likely, very expensive bill you’ll receive at the end of her visit?”

Coriolanus nearly strangles Festus but restrains himself, “I left my meeting notes on my desk in a folder. Do not crack any inappropriate jokes during this meeting.”

Festus holds his hands up in surrender, “It was one time! Now go do what you need to do instead of glowering in my doorway. You’re ruining the aura I’ve created in here.”

Coriolanus takes a quick look around the disheveled office where papers are scattered everywhere and almost everything in here could count as a fire hazard. “Have a good night Festus.”

꧁ ꧂

The cold air fills his lungs as Coriolanus jogs down the busy Capitol streets. They’re all crowded due to it being a Friday night but he moves through the crowds quite easily.

He feels a bit better when he finally sees the veterinarian's clinic with his car parked in front of it. Thank goodness Soarynn enlisted the help of their chauffeur instead of walking all this way like he did.

When he reaches the clinic he’s welcomed by the warm air and the sound of that weird parrot who says all sorts of things. They had selected this clinic based on their reviews and reputation.

The reviews however, failed to mention the parrot who was a permanent resident at the clinic who liked to throw out obscenities whenever it pleased at unsuspecting patients.

The animals obviously didn’t care but the owners certainly did. Coriolanus still hadn’t recovered from the time the parrot had looked him dead in the eye before squawking: “Let me feel those curls, pretty boy.”

He hadn’t slept well that night.

He tunes out the bird as he focuses on the familiar sight of his girlfriend standing at the receptionist’s desk. He doesn’t see Petunia with her which he takes as a good sign. It means she’s already been taken to the back. As he reaches Soarynn he picks up on the conversation she’s having with the receptionist and his heart breaks even further.

“…and how old is she?”

Soarynn wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, “She’s two years old,” she says so softly. Her voice is so delicate and fragile. Her entire frame is trembling as she holds onto the edge of the desk.

“Alright. And how do you spell your first name?” The woman asks, peering up at Soarynn with a look that is all too judgmental for his liking. Soarynn normally presents herself with the sophistication that is expected of a high-society Capitol lady.

Right now she’s dressed in a haphazardly thrown-together outfit as she tries to hold herself together.

Soarynn swallows, “S-O-A-R-Y-N-N.”

The woman hums as she jots that down, “And the patient's first and last name?”

Coriolanus takes the opportunity to finally rest a hand on Soarynn’s shoulder, jolting her from her conversation. “Petunia Snow,” he says, his voice laced with authority and assertiveness. Soarynn instantly melts into him and allows him to wrap an arm around her shaking frame.

The receptionist looks up at him with wide eyes and a newfound respect for the patient she’s referring to, “Mr. Snow, I…I didn’t realize she was your cat.”

Coriolanus nods, “She is. And she is to be taken care of with the utmost respect along with my girlfriend.” He holds Soarynn a little tighter, hoping to lend her some strength and courage.

The receptionist swallows and looks over at one of the many doors before looking back at them, “Well, it appears that Ms. Petunia Snow is going to have to undergo surgery. I’ll have you two take a seat so I can go fetch the head veterinarian.”

Soarynn nearly loses it when she hears that her cat is going to have surgery.

Coriolanus does all he can to comfort her but he knows it’s mostly futile. Soarynn adores Petunia, should she not survive the surgery, she’ll be devastated.

“What if they can’t fix her?” Soarynn asks as she clutches his white shirt, wrinkling it but Coriolanus couldn’t care less about wrinkles. He places a loving kiss on the side of her head, “These are the best veterinary nurses in all of Panem darling, Petunia will be feeling better in no time.”

Soarynn sniffles and Coriolanus is quick to offer her his handkerchief, “I feel horrible. I can’t imagine how terrified she must be right now.” Coriolanus has a feeling that Petunia is most likely hissing at everyone who comes within her sight right now but he keeps those thoughts to himself. Soarynn needs encouragement, not tips on training her cat who’s as spoiled as they come.

The two of them sit and quietly talk for a few more minutes before a nurse approaches them holding a clipboard, “Mr. and Mrs. Snow?” Coriolanus feels his heart skip a beat when hearing Soarynn being addressed as his wife, carrying his name even though she isn’t.

Not yet at least.

He nods, “That’s us.”

The nurse glances down at her clipboard before speaking, “We're about to take her in for surgery if you’d like to say goodbye until tomorrow morning.”

Soarynn tenses next to him and Coriolanus places a hand on her thigh, “What do you mean tomorrow morning? She won’t be able to come home tonight?” Soarynn asks the nurse who looks more and more nervous as the seconds pass. The people who work here are used to the kind and gentle Soarynn Nightingale. This Soarynn Nightingale is on high alert, frantic and desperate.

"No Mrs. Snow, she won't be ready to leave until tomorrow morning to ensure that her recovery goes smoothly."

Soarynn gives Coriolanus a pleading look as if he can control how these people do their jobs, "We would appreciate a few minutes alone with her," Coriolanus decides, figuring that should something fatal occur tonight, they've both said their goodbyes.

꧁ ꧂

They're led to one of the rooms where appointments are normally conducted although it lacks the sense of familiarity. Soarynn lets out a sharp gasp when they see Petunia lying on the table, her eyes closed and her breathing labored.

Coriolanus tries to push down his concern for the feline, the feline who is usually the bane of his existence but even he feels his heartstrings being pulled.

The cat looks pitiful to put it lightly. She lacks her usual sharpness and doesn't even hiss when she notices him in her presence. "Oh, my darling," Soarynn whispers, making her way towards her beloved pet, "it's going to be alright Petunia, I promise they'll take such good care of you."

Coriolanus can hear a tremor in Soarynn's voice as she attempts to put on a brave face for Petunia who is just now waking up. She lets out a soft meow, so soft that it reminds Coriolanus of when she was a small kitten, just finding her voice.

Soarynn gently pets her head and whispers words of love and devotion, promising to be here first thing in the morning when they open. Coriolanus stands near the door, watching the two most important women in his life say goodbye before one undergoes a major surgery. He wonders what's caused Petunia to get like this. Perhaps she ate something poisonous to cats.

The head veterinarian appears at the other door that leads to the back of the clinic and offers Coriolanus a small smile, "We'll be taking her back in a few minutes," he tells them. Soarynn nods but doesn't take her eyes off Petunia, "Alright. You'll be alright Petunia, I promise we'll spend the entire day together tomorrow once you come home."

The veterinarian's face slightly softens at the touching sight and Coriolanus feels his heartbreak when Soarynn presses one last kiss to Petunia's head, her nose nuzzling Petunia's before she pulls away. Soarynn turns back to face him and he can see tears falling down her face, "I'll be in the car," she whispers before brushing past him.

Petunia watches Soarynn leave with sad eyes and Coriolanus sighs, carding his hand through his hair before he approaches the cat who normally hates him.

"I know I don't often voice my affection for you," he says quietly, crouching down to be eye level with Petunia, "but I do find myself worried for you right now. So please, if not for me, then get better for Soarynn. I can not picture our lives without you Petunia."

Coriolanus feels himself getting a little bit choked up and scolds himself for showing such weakness that is only reserved for Soarynn to witness. But Petunia is an extension of his girlfriend and she's seen him working late at night and rising early in the morning. The cat is family, simple as that.

Petunia gives him a slow blink and Coriolanus gently scratches behind her ears, her favorite spot before rising back to his full height, "Take good care of her," he tells the head veterinarian who nods, "Of course Mr. Snow. She's in good hands."

Coriolanus gives Petunia one last look before leaving the room, doing his best to ignore the cries she lets out once he's out of her line of sight.

꧁ ꧂

His heart breaks even more when he finds Soarynn in the backseat of the car, crying. "It's alright darling," he says, wrapping his arm around her shaking frame, "she'll be alright. She's just going to take a long nap, that's all."

He tries to frame it to sound as easy as possible but not even he knows how invasive the surgery will be. Coriolanus would like to argue that all surgeries are invasive, but he once again keeps his thoughts to himself.

Soarynn doesn't say a word and simply continues crying as they're driven through the busy Capitol streets. Coriolanus rubs her back in soothing circles and thinks about anything but the most pressing matter on his mind.

He already knows that Soarynn won't sleep a wink tonight, not willingly at least. Should she drift off accidentally, she'll be sure to wake right back up when the clinic opens at seven tomorrow morning. Soarynn has never been an early riser but she's bound to become one for Petunia.

Coriolanus watches the familiar sight of their apartment building come into view, the car coming to a stop on the Corso. He presses a kiss to the top of Soarynn's head, "She'll be alright Soarynn."

꧁ ꧂

"So the meeting went well?"

Coriolanus glances over at the window seat in his study where Soarynn is currently sleeping. She normally comes in with Petunia and the two of them curl up on the cushion together but today is far from normal.

"Yep, they loved me, might even promote me to the executive president," Festus tells him over the phone. Coriolanus rolls his eyes at his friend's jokes, just thankful that he managed the meeting without him. "Well, thank you for helping me out. It's been a stressful evening for us."

"How's Petunia? Did they figure out what was wrong with her?"

Coriolanus sighs and rubs his temples, "Not yet, but she's undergoing surgery right now, we can pick her up tomorrow morning right when they open." Festus chuckles, "So you'll be there right when they open knowing Soarynn."

Coriolanus glances at Soarynn who's still asleep. She didn't want to be alone, be reminded of how empty the penthouse was now that Petunia wasn't roaming the halls at her leisure. And Coriolanus of course, didn't want Soarynn to feel alone, so she settled for the window seat so he could be near her while he worked.

"Yes," he mumbles in agreement, "so heaven forbid if they want to keep her for another day." He can't imagine why they'd need to keep Petunia for longer, but with his luck, she'd need to be put in some sort of quarantine.

"I'm sure it'll be fine, just try and get some rest."

Coriolanus wants to tell Festus that getting rest is wishful thinking but he might just be able to slip in a couple of hours of sleep if Soarynn doesn't wake up. The poor thing cried the whole way home and for another hour once they made it up to the penthouse. It doesn't help that Petunia's toys are scattered everywhere. Coriolanus has found them in various places over the years, in his shoes, his briefcase.

Nothing had been more mortifying than opening his briefcase at an important meeting all for a toy mouse to fall onto the table in front of his associates.

Still, he would happily deal with the toys if it meant that Petunia returned home safe and sound.

Coriolanus says his goodbyes to Festus before hanging up and staring at his sleeping girlfriend. He's never seen her this sad before, this lost. The whole reason he got Petunia was so that she wasn't lonely when he went to work and now Petunia might not come home.

He'll just have to hope for the best and trust the veterinarian. But trust is a hard thing to possess when it has to do with someone you love.

꧁ ꧂

"Coryo, Coryo wake up! Wake up!"

Coriolanus lets out a tired groan as he's repeatedly pushed towards the edge of the bed. He brought Soarynn to bed around midnight hoping for both of them to get a few hours of decent sleep. "Come on! It's almost seven!" Coriolanus finally opens his eyes to see Soarynn nearly on top of him, her eyes wide with excitement. She looks exhausted but excited, the adrenaline is rushing through her from what he can see.

Coriolanus yawns and slowly sits up, looking at the clock on the bedside table to see that there are ten minutes til seven. "Darling, why don't...why don't we have a little breakfast, and then I can take a quick sho-"

"I'll meet you there," she says before bolting off of the bed and out the room. Coriolanus sits there for a moment, blinking away the sleep from his eyes. Surely she'll wait, surely she'll call their driver, surely...was that the sound of the front doors opening and closing?

"Soarynn?" No response.

"She left me," he mutters, slowly getting out of bed, "she left me for the cat."

Coriolanus quickly gets dressed, throwing on whatever he can find, some shoes, a coat, maybe some pants. It's bound to be freezing outside but that won't stop Soarynn.

By the time he's made it downstairs to the apartment building lobby, she's long gone. Coriolanus shakes his head, "This girl is unbelievable," he says to himself before stepping out into the cold morning air.

If he squints hard enough, he can see a tiny pink blur running down the street, his girlfriend.

It's admirable really, how dedicated Soarynn is to Petunia. He can only hope she'd maintain the same level of dedication should he be the one in the hospital getting surgery.

When he finally reaches the clinic, the lights are already on and he can see several nurses milling around inside. He's welcomed by warm air when he walks inside and he doesn't see Soarynn anywhere. The receptionist is just getting settled behind her desk and offers him a tired smile, "Good morning Mr. Snow." He nods, "An early morning is more like it."

The receptionist sighs and glances towards the only room with the door open, "They're in there." To hear that not only his girlfriend but her cat are in the room lightens his heart significantly.

Petunia survived.

Coriolanus makes his way over to the room and finds Soarynn on the floor holding a white ball of fur. Petunia. The cat immediately lets out an agitated hiss the second she lays eyes on him and Coriolanus merely rolls his eyes, "Just yesterday you cried out for me."

Soarynn rocks Petunia back and forth and places a kiss on her head, "Don't listen to him Petunia, we're both so very happy that you're alright." He is quite pleased to see Petunia back to her regular, annoying self. She appears to be no different except for her front left leg which has been shaved and wrapped with a pink bandage and gauze.

"She had to be given anesthesia," Soarynn tells him, her eyes sparkling once again now that all is right with the world and more importantly, with Petunia.

They're interrupted by a knock at the door and it's one of the nurses holding something made of plastic in her hands, "I've come to show you how to clean her stitches," she says. Soarynn nods and Coriolanus helps her off the floor, smiling at how she's shown up in only her pajamas. A pink silky button-up shirt with long sleeves and matching pants with feathers around the ends.

Soarynn is quite the fashion statement.

Coriolanus listens intently as the nurse instructs them on how to clean the stitches going up Petunia's abdomen, and that she should only be fed dry food for the next week along with a prescribed antibiotic. She then shows them the plastic thing in her hands which turns out to be a cone that goes around Petunia's neck that prevents her from licking at the stitches.

Coriolanus chuckles when the nurse forces the cone around her neck and earns a loud, frustrated yowl from Petunia who attempts to lunge at the nurse. Soarynn holds her tightly and shoots Coriolanus a glare, "Don't laugh at her Coryo, she's had a very rough day." He smirks, "Well it seems that she's back to her regular, perky self."

꧁ ꧂

"Sign here, here, and here."

Coriolanus dutifully signs all the release documents concerning Petunia while Soarynn stands next to him, beaming as she holds the feline in her arms.

"Here is the total bill concluding your visit with us," the receptionist says, sliding over the bill to him. Coriolanus widens his eyes at the bill, at the steep price Petunia has cost him. "What on earth did you take out of her? What did she eat?" He asks, unable to stop himself from wondering what it is that is costing him so much.

The receptionist pulls out Petunia's file and flips through a few papers before answering his question, "A black sock."

Soarynn lets out a small gasp and Coriolanus glares down at the cat who looks up at him smugly, as if she's planned this all along.

"She ate my sock," he concludes, giving Soarynn a knowing look.

Petunia has always had a thing for his socks even though Soarynn has denied it time and time again. She'll bite holes in them or hide them from him. This pricey bill is finally written proof of her crimes.

He pulls his wallet out of his coat pocket and hands his card to the receptionist, "Here you go." Soarynn does her best to look guilty and hide the growing smile on her face but she fails miserably and Coriolanus scoffs, "I don't see anything funny about this situation. I'm out one sock and my bank account is out four thousand."

Soarynn leans her head on his shoulder, batting her eyelashes up at him, "But it's for a good cause darling, aren't you glad she's all better now?" Coriolanus is certainly glad that Petunia didn't drop dead but her eating his sock further proves her vendetta against him.

This is psychological warfare.

And he's losing.

"Would you like to make the payment in full or in installments?"

Coriolanus nearly laughs at the question as he glances back down at the receptionist, "In full."

It's moments like this where he's glad that he's in the financial situation he's currently in, where he can afford to pay an expensive bill like this out of the blue.

Once the payment has been made and he's four thousand poorer, all three of them step out into the cold morning, this time the car is waiting for them. Coriolanus had spoken a quick word to the doorman before leaving for the clinic to have their car sent to pick them up.

He'd be damned if he had to walk back home dressed like this.

꧁ ꧂

"Oh, look at how clever you are darling."

Coriolanus glances into the hallway to see Petunia trying to catch a beam of light shining against the wall. Soarynn loves to take a flashlight and watch Petunia try and catch the light, claiming that it helps her tune into her "hunting instincts."

She's already caught a sock, so that's a start.

Petunia has been home for three days and Soarynn couldn't be happier. Coriolanus took the day off today to spend it with them, mostly to make sure Petunia didn't try to kill herself again when Soarynn turned her back for a split second.

But Petunia is as delighted to be back in Soarynn's presence as Soarynn is to be in hers.

Petunia looks into his study, momentarily making eye contact with him before hissing. Coriolanus doesn't try to hide his smile.

Some things never change.

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[javiersprincess]

tags: wc: 600 sfw, gn reader, reader is getting older, crying,established relationship, mention of death and morality. angst and fluff. @itoshisoup for you miss mao.

synopsis: the woes of mortal life catch up to you, and you can't help but worry about what happens when you are no longer there.

You had found a gray hair.

That’s what started it all - Zhongli had come home late to your shared home with it all dark, not even the front lamp lit. He finds you in bed, wrapped in sheets and quilts as if to hide from the world. He sits on the side of the bed your body isn’t curled against and places his non-gloved hand on the formation of your head. The darkened flesh pulses with the energy of geo and the lines are the only light in the dim room.

You call his name and it’s muffled, but he is quick to affirm that yes, he is here. You take your head out of the blankets and he finds you with tear tracks and mussed hair.  Orange eyes goal like coals and soften as he looks at the mess you’ve made of yourself. Zhongli asks what’s wrong and fresh tears spring from your eyes.

“I’m getting older.” You say and something in the orange of Zhongli’s eyes softens from cor lapis to a flame, Zhongli is filled with some sort of melancholy at your despair.

“You are human my dear, it is how it must be.” You sniffle, wiping your nose with the back of your hand when a tear rounds down the edge of your nose. His hands come to hold the softest part of your face, just as his hands hold the softest parts of your heart.

“When I die, I won’t be with you anymore - what if,” You stumble over your words but manage to utter them with the comfort of his thumbs rubbing into the smooth panels of your face.

“What if when I die, you don’t remember me anymore,” you utter punctuated by another wave of tears that spill down your tears.

“That won’t ever come to pass my dear,” Zhongli says, his voice soft like the rumble of a lit hearth. Warm and kind, promising all sorts of comforts in the shape of teas and soups. You look at his red eyes and your own hands come to rest on his that still hold your face.

“If you could make me immortal - could you?” 

“No.” His answer comes swiftly and is as stern as stone. You deflate and hurt paints your face as his refusal but his hands anchor you in the moment rather than what you feel.

“Why not?” You feel like some sort of child asking for something that they can’t have and an emotion you can’t describe flashes across Zhongli’s handsome face. Pain, grief, jealousy, and acceptance dance in the embers of his eyes.

“Your human life is among the richest and most profound things in the world. It will give you more happiness than anything. You are so fortunate to be born a human and to have a mortal life.” He says and it’s like his words are gospel and the fog of your despair of events not passed is blown away; you understand why out of all beings in the vast history of Liyue he was the most followed and praised. You nod, following along with what it is he says.

“One day, you will die and I will be the one to bury your body. And I will envy the earth that wraps around you.” He reassures you and you let him press his lips to your forehead and from his lips he rests his own forehead on yours. Even with touch alone, you can feel the difference in your bodies - his weight, his warmth is unnatural but it is yours all the same.

“I will never love another the way I love you. Never.” He murmurs into your skin and those glowing arms wrap around your form with the same devolution as the earth that would one day hold your body in a way Zhongli could not, but for some time.

For now, Zhongli will savor every moment he has with you, like shards that will be for the king of all jewels and that there will never be another.

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♥️ honey, baby, love you, be home soon – @atinylittlepain ( oh dear god, this is going to be the sweetest, softest shit i stg, dad!steve harrington and the best oc to ever exist on the planet – i cannot wait • steve harrington x f!oc, fluff, tbd )

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♥️ i guess it’s never really over +18 – @loveshotzz ( a broken down car, a party at reefer rick’s, and a bandaid that needs to be ripped off • mechanic!steve harrington x reader, exes to lovers )

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♥️ orange juice +18 – @sattlersquarry ( yes, i’m rec’ing this one again because fhdjkalfhsjka it’s so fucking perfect – steve's world changes in the worst way when he loses you. he struggles to move on...but he learns he might not have to when he miraculously gets a second chance with you • steve harrington x reader, TWs, hurt / comfort )

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♥️ shit, i don’t think i hate you anymore – @lovebugism ( your new years kiss ends up being the loudmouth, metalhead, wild-haired boy you can’t stand • enemies to lovers, grumpy!reader, eddie munson x reader )

♥️ maybe this year +18 – @supernovafics ( in which a new year’s dinner at the apartment sparks a bet— that you and steve are completely unaware of— among the friend group • bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader )

♥️ your first kiss – @bruisedboys ( celebration request for ‘was that your first kiss’ with steve harrington and god this is just jfkda;fhjksa • steve harrington x f!reader )

♥️ like it’s love series +18 – @upsidedownwithsteve ( Love is born into every human being; it calls back the halves of our original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature. Each of us, then, is a ‘matching half’ of a human whole…and each of us is always seeking the half that matches him • steve harrington x f!reader, soulmate au )

♥️ physical touch valentine’s event +18 – @upsidedownwithsteve ( love languages with steve and while the sex is good, it’s everything afterwards that makes you so soft for him • steve harrington x reader, fluff, smut )

♥️ that dark blue polo – @stevebabey ( finding steve so so so pretty in that stupid dark blue polo, not being able to really look at him properly. it’s tight against his chest and stomach which makes him look delicious, wanting to be devoured really. he’s simply so pretty. worst thing is: he fucking knows it • steve harrington x shy!reader )

♥️ let’s go home – @xspeter ( the softest little blurb of all time omg, crying, just you asking stevie to go home after you survived the upside down • steve harrington x reader )

[celestialseawitch-ff]

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Hermione couldn’t meet their eyes. It finally clicked in her mind, what she was feeling. The cold. The ice in her chest. Her eyes grew in horror. She hadn’t felt this unrelenting cold in three years. 

Ron turned to Harry. “How do we get home?” he demanded.

Hermione slowly lowered herself to knees as she began to cry.

“Hermione?”

“Hermione!”

Harry and Ron were crouched down by her. Their hands felt burning hot on her shoulders.

“Hermione, what’s wrong?” Harry pleaded.

“I- I can feel him,” she cried.

Harry paled. Ron stood and stormed away as he released a stream of curses. Hermione felt her tears begin to overwhelm her.

“No, no, no- Hermione.” Harry cupped her face in his hands. He pressed close until all she could see was the bright emerald green of his eyes. “Listen to me, stay with me. You’re okay. I’m right here. You can feel it right, feel my magic?”

Hermione sobbed as she nodded. She could always feel Harry’s magic. It smelled like wind and sage, and had the uncanny ability to wind around her in the softest, most beautiful way.

“Focus on me, love. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Mummy?” Teddy cried and pressed his face into her neck, clearly upset by her distress.

Hermione’s expression broke. Harry pressed a kiss to her forehead and Hermione felt his magic wind around her like a blanket, stronger and tighter than ever before.

She gasped in a shuddering breath.

“You need to block it out,” he whispered against her skin. “Just like Snape taught you. Block it out.”

“I can’t- he’s too strong.”

“You can. For Teddy, ‘Mione. Do it for Teddy.”

Hermione squeezed her eyes shut as she cried. She forced herself to build up her occlumency walls. She hadn’t been strong enough when she was younger, but some sort of unknown magical protection had always kept her safe in the past. Whatever magic had been cast over her as a baby to hide her from her birth father had failed after their accidental time travel.

Hermione breathed in deeply and released it slowly. She felt her emotions settle. The ice thawed in her chest. The cold remained – as it always would while another was alive in her family magic. But it no longer consumed her as it had before.

Hermione opened her eyes.

“Okay?”

She nodded. “It won’t last.”

“No. But we’ll be gone before that happens.”

She shook her head.

Harry stared into her eyes. She could see the frustration in the furrow of his brow and the press of his lips. She saw the thoughts racing through his mind as if she were using legilimency.  Maybe she was a bit, she tended to slip up around him – especially when she was upset. He was remembering their time travel trip in third year, the things she’d told him about it.

“Time-turners are circular paradoxes,” he said.

“Normal time-turners,” she responded with a sniffle.

“And the one we used?”

“Red and gold. I’ve never seen a time-turner with red sand. I don’t know what that means, but… it activated without me turning it. And none of us were wearing it. And it’s gone now.” She held up her hand with the little crumpled note inside. “The note came with us but not the time turner.”

“Is it back in the… future?” Ron wondered, having come back to them again.

Harry slowly shook his head. “No, I think it exploded.”

Hermione’s brows drew together as she stared at Harry. “It activated when you brushed past. I think your… magical aura might have activated it.”

Ron made a face. “Harry’s magical aura is bigger than that.”

“But it’s concentrated closer on,” Hermione insisted.

“I didn’t do this,” Harry snapped.

“No,” Hermione agreed in a soothing voice as she gently rubbed circles into Teddy's back. “No, Harry, not on purpose. But if whoever sent this wanted this to happen, maybe it wasn’t just sent to me.”

“Keyed to Harry’s magic?” Ron wondered.

Hermione nodded.

[azzysmate]

Back From the Dead - Part 3

Azriel x RhysSister Fanfic

Summary: Rhaen, sister of Rhysand, was supposedly dead for centuries, but what if she wasn’t? What if she was only trapped by something no one ever dreamed of being so dangerous? And what will happen when she appears at the border of the Spring Court and human lands barely alive?

1st Person POV - Rhaen

It’s been a particularly harsh day for everyone here today. We’ve been walking nonstop through the entirety of the sun being up. I’m not sure what crawled up Malik’s ass, but apparently ripping my Night Court ring right off of my hand wasn’t satisfactory enough to fill his cruelty quota for the week. He had to wear us all down as a punishment for my sharp tongue. I’m not sure what he expected when he propositioned me to warm his bed this evening, seeing as though he’s been holding me captive for last two hundred years, but with a quick bat of my eyelashes and sweet smile, I lured him into my proximity only to give his balls a firm crushing, making him tumble over and a few of his men to not so subtly bite back their laughter. And then I proceeded to tell him good luck finding anyone to make that feel any better.

We were instructed to walk up and down the mountain until our feet bled, even the humans, and although I’m sure they were all doing so in their heads, none of the others even had the energy to curse me for being so irresponsible.

Settling into the shared cave after a well-earned dip in the stream was the only thing I wanted.

Until the softest little voice calls out to me, “Rhaen?”

I smile in spite of my exhaustion, “What is it, my little flower? Come out of the dark and talk to me. You know you don’t have to hide from me.”

Within a second, she emerges from the shadows with a downtrodden expression. She had both hands hidden behind her tiny body, and it’s clear by the sheen on her cheeks that she’s been crying.

“Dahlia,” I rasp out as I hastily sit up, “What happened?”

Her whole face pinches together in a sob, and she throws her arms around my neck saying, “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey,” I sooth, “It’s okay. Tell me what’s going on.”

“I stole something.”

When I pull back to get a better look at her, I tuck a stray hair behind her pointed ear. She doesn’t open her eyes, but she begins to bring her arms back.

“I stole this…” She holds her hands up in front of me, and I try to make out what it is.

It shimmers a bit in what little moonlight shines in the cavernous space. It’s metallic, I realize, but it’s coated in something wet that I can’t really see. I reach for it, but Dahlia snatches it back quickly.

“No!” she yells, tears flowing faster sown her face, “Don’t touch it, you can’t! It will hurt you, Rhaen.”

“Hurt me?” I repeat, my brows wrinkling together, “Dahlia… Are you hurt?”

Big, green eyes look to mine in worry, so round, so reflective with the wetness gathered there, and the closer I look, the more they appear bloodshot.

“Tell me,” I demand desperately, and I grip her upper arms, shaking her lightly, “Dahlia, tell me what happened.”

She sniffles a bit, but she explains, “The mean man took your pretty ring, so I snuck into his tent and took something that looked pretty from him.”

No… No, no, no.

I pull her hands toward me and stand, dragging her outside, so I can properly look at what she holds.

My heart drops into my stomach like a rock when I take in the sight before me. Not only is she holding an arrowhead that is surely laced with faebane, but her hands are completely raw, sliced open painfully.

The glaze I noticed before, it was her blood.

“Come with me, quickly,” I take hold of her wrist as gently as possible and lead her down the side of the mountainous terrain in a rush.

Once we reach the base, I start screaming out for the treacherous men holding us captive. I’m still moving amongst them when the leader lifts the opening of his shelter, weapon already drawn.

“Hey!” he screams, pointing his sword at me, “Hold there!”

“You have to help her!” I shout back, holding up Dahlia’s hand.

His eyes widen at her injury, maybe what one could even consider a concerned wince if they hadn’t been trapped by Captain Dickhead for centuries. But not me. That look that passed through his dark features was not worry or the slightest bit of care. It was disgust at the bleeding little fae girl before him.

“What’s going on out here?” Sam appears from her tent.

She’s the only female anywhere near our camps that isn’t being forced to be here. She is what they refer to as a nurse to these evil men, the human equivalent of a healer. No magic, only what she calls medicine, but if anyone can help Dahlia, it’s her.

“Please,” I beg her, “You have to help her, Sam, she’s just a kid. She’s innocent, she doesn’t deserve to die…”

Sam draws nearer to us and takes the hand of Dahlia’s that I don’t keep hold on to examine her.

The shiny piece of weaponry glints at her, and she says, “Where did you get that arrowhead, child?”

Her sweet, pain-filled face looks to me before she looks back and answers, “I found it near the stream.”

“Bullshit,” Malik mutters from behind me, snatching the point-tipped metal from her and taking a closer look, “This is one of ours.”

“Malik,” Sam hisses at him, straightening out her stance, “Where would she have found our weapons?”

His seething gaze finds mine. “Where did the girl get this? And don’t you dare spout off some lie about how you were the one to retrieve it. If that were true, you’d be in the same shape as her.”

I stare down at Dahlia again. Her condition is worsening by the second. She’s getting paler, she’s shaking in a cold-sweat, and I know she doesn’t have much longer.

My eyes shut tightly, and my voice shutters, “Sam… Please help her.”

“I-” she begins to reply, but Malik cuts her off.

“She’s not who you should beg, Princess,” his voice full of amusement. I want to throw up at the condescending use of my title.

But I suck it up. For my little flower.

My eyes flash to his in an instant, and I stand to face him. “Let her save her. Please, I beg of you, Malik.”

“Tell me where she got this.”

“She told you, she found it down by the water-”

A crack sounds through the air, and I’m suddenly spinning. At first, it doesn’t register that it came from the contact of him slapping me across my cheek, but I gasp at the sting as it settles in. It’s the only thing I allow to come out of my gritted teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of my pained whimpers.

“Rhaen!” Dahlia cries out, kneeling by my side.

Of course, I didn’t notice that I had landed on the ground either. The force of his hit sent me tumbling. However, it wasn’t out of his own strength, any bit of that he possessed as a human could never hurt me. It was that cursed ring on his middle finger, wherever it came from, and it had been the thing keeping me and the other fae from overpowering them all this time, so it was no surprise that it could hurt me physically like this. I was used to it by now.

I spit out some of the blood filling the side of my mouth and look up to Dahlia dizzily. “It’s okay…”

“Stop it!” she wails, “I took it, okay? I stole it from your tent after you went to water your horse this morning…”

“No…” I croak out, “She’s innocent, Malik, please.”

Slowly, he walks to the spot across from her looking over me, bending at his knees to hover there. “Seems your little friend is thief, Princess. To me, her punishment for touching what doesn’t belong to her is fitting.”

“Sam…” I choke on more blood and spit again, and her weary gaze bounces between the three of us.

“I’m sorry, Rhaen,” she speaks, genuinely sorrowful, “I don’t have a cure for faebane. I’m only here to help the men.”

“I have a cure of sorts,” Malik says cheerfully, “Won’t keep her from dying, I’m afraid, but it will surely put her out of her misery.”

“Don’t!” I scramble to my feet, but I’m too late.

With one swift movement, Malik flicks his arm out above me, making contact with Dahlia, a thick, squishing noise resounds in result.

“NO!” I roar, “Dahlia!”

Her body lands on the dirt in front of me with a thump at the same time her head does, but it rolls away, severed from the rest of her. It’s looking directly at me though, mouth and eyes wide open. Full of fear as they stare at me, just as they did in the cave.

Hands shaking, I reach for her head and bring it back to where it should be attached to her neck. I smooth her hair back, force her jaw shut, and then I run my fingers along her eyelids to close them as well.

I swallow before I finally stand, a numbness washing over me as I do. Then I let the hatred take root in my core, peering back at Malik. His figure is blurred by my tears and tinged with a shade of violet. The quicker I breathe, the more vivid the color grows.

For the first time in two hundred years, I see the fear in his face that I’ve been craving, and I bask in it.

I let out a blood curdling screech and hold my palms up towards him before a loud crash pulls me out of my nightmare. Immediately, my surroundings change into comforting items. The colors of home, soft, plush pillows around my head, twinkling starlight coming through the open curtains. I force myself to cling to the dark comforter cocooning me to ground my mind back into the present.

Someone groans from across the room, and I shoot up to my feet to find the intruder.

Azriel lies crumbled up against the wall next to broken vase, and I gasp.

“Shit,” I breathe out, racing towards him and bending down in front of him, “Are you okay?”

He rubs the back of his head with a barely noticeable wince as he meets my terrified gaze. Slowly, he blinks, trying to shake off the blow, and then he pushes off the drywall to reveal a crack behind him. I groan miserably at it.

“I can’t say this is the first time you’ve ever kicked my ass,” he tries to lighten the mood, “You’ve done worse damage in the past though, so I’ll live.”

“I did this?” I ask incredulously.

He nods once, eyes softening up a bit. “I think you were having a bad dream. It’s alright though, Princess, just got the wind knocked out of me. Like I said, I’ve taken harder hits from you.”

“I’m so sorry…” the apology flies out despite his insisting.

“Don’t be. I’ll be fine. As for the decor…”

His gaze falls to the shattered ceramic at the floor, and his shadows make quick work of sweeping it into a pile further away from us.

“You don’t have to do that, let me,” I protest and start to stand.

“Rhaen,” he grabs my wrist to stop me, “It’s okay. Let them do it, so you don’t accidentally cut your hands.”

I flinch at his choice of words, visions of Dahlia’s bloodied palms still fresh in my mind.

“Hey,” he whispers, focusing on me intently while brushing my dark curtain of hair away from my face and pressing the tips of his fingers to my cheek, “What was that?”

“Nothing,” I back out of his touch, and that’s when I fully register his appearance. “Um… why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”

His lean but defined chest is on full display, giving me a completely unveiled view of his ribbed abdomen and tongue tempting nipples.

It’s strange to me, how much he’s changed and yet stayed the same. He’s filled out his adolescent attractiveness and turned into a full on mouthwatering male. All man. But when he looks at me like he is right now, I still see that scared little boy my brother asked our Mother to take in all those years ago…

His lips twitch in the most subtle hint of amusement. Which might as well be considered an over dramatic belly laugh in Az’s case.

“I’ll let you change the subject, Princess,” he says, “This time anyway. You should know that you’re still terrible at it though.”

He lays his hands on the floor, and all the muscles in his torso tense and ripple under his ink and scar covered skin, making me dizzy for a moment.

All man, indeed.

Once he’s standing, he reaches out to help me. I take it as he talks again.

“You were screaming in your sleep,” he tells me softly, like he was worried I’d have a breakdown if he’d said it any firmer, “I came straight in here from my room. I don’t wear a shirt to bed.”

“Oh…” I reply lamely, trying and failing not to picture him shirtless in his quarters now, “I’m sorry.”

He guides me to sit on the bed in front of him and glowers down at me. “Don’t ever apologize for that.”

“I only mean that to say I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I know, and whatever you saw was out of your control; therefore, you shouldn’t apologize for it. Simple as that, Princess.”

He pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger to tilt my head back, signaling to meet his eyes. I don’t fight it. In fact, I delight in the unease at my dismay. It almost makes his whiskey hued irises seem brighter.

“Alright,” I concede, “but that means you also shouldn’t apologize for whatever happened between you and Elain.”

His hand drops, and he closes his eyes on a sigh. “Perhaps you have gotten better at evading conversations.”

He moves to sit next to me as I continue, “Seriously, Az, I don’t know why you looked so tortured at dinner. You don’t owe me any answers if you don’t want to tell me. I don’t think any less of you, so long as you learned from it and moved on.”

“It wasn’t what you’re thinking,” he breathes out, “It was more like… a convenient inconvenience.” I squint up at him, confused. “I latched onto the idea of having three sisters be mated to three brothers. I enjoyed Elain’s company, she didn’t want to be around Lucien, and you know it isn’t easy for me to find someone I actually want to be around. While I won’t say there weren’t any inappropriate moments, nothing physical ever went on between us.”

My heart clenches. “I remember how hard it used to be for you to be comfortable with someone, but part of me was hoping that had changed without me…” We both turn our heads away from each other, and instead of dwelling on the time we spent apart, I let the relief of his confession seep in. “So it was more of a flirtation than a true affair?”

I see him nod out of the corner of my eye. “Yes. I regret it, too. I tried to force something to be there that wasn’t meant to be, and she did the same. Now, Lucien and I, we have a… tumultuous peace agreement.”

I nod as well. Unsure of what else I could say.

On the one hand, I won’t be dishonest by saying I’m not pleased, but I can’t tell him that. I’ve been home for all of a day, and I clearly have my own shit to work through. Adding irrational jealousy or any kind of romance would be catastrophic to my mental state.

Although, that line has always been blurred when it came to Azriel and I. It’s never been how it is with me and Rhys or even me and Cassian. There was a silent hope inside of me growing up that it would become more, but I knew he would never overlook the fact that I was his “brother’s” little sister. I’ve always believed that to be why he’s different around me because he’d never have to worry about our relationship being more than a safety net. And I will never turn away from what bits and pieces he’s willing to dole out to me.

After all, his face was the one I pictured every night while I drifted to sleep at the camps. His barely visible emotions, ones only I could decipher most days. His beautiful face and watchful eyes. His playful shadows that opposed his stoicism in my presence. His strong hands that he would never see as anything but weakness after what his brothers did to them. Those thoughts held me together all this time. Azriel kept me from breaking. My best friend. My something more.

My knight in shadow armor.

“Rhaen?” his voice pulls me out of my thoughts, “Do you want to tell me what scared you so badly that you threw me across your bedroom?”

I let out a humorlessly laugh. “Do I want to? No. The important question is, are you going to let it go because I obviously don’t want to?”

He let’s out a puff of air similarly to how I just did. “For now, Princess,” he relents, “But eventually, you’re going to need to talk about it with someone. It doesn’t have to be me. It just needs to happen before you lose control of your power and blow down the mountains.” He’s silent for a moment, letting the seriousness of his statement sink in before adding a joke to take the edge off, “They’ve been holding on by a thread ever since Rhys and Cassian found their mates.”

Real laughter pours out of me with a groan, “Gross, Az! Did not need to hear about my brothers’ frenzies, thank you very much.”

A low rumble echoes in his chest. “Well, it’s true.”

I shift backwards on my bed, still laughing lightly. I settle back under the covers again, and when I ask him to stay, he doesn’t hesitate to pull up the armchair on the other side of the room and relax in it by my side.

I know he’ll be gone when I wake up, exactly like when we were young, but at least I know he’ll be here to chase away any lingering terror in my system. I’ll be able to sleep soundly for the first time in two centuries with his addictive and calming scent flooding my senses in its place.

So!! That was a doozy, and it took me a while to get it out. I’m so sorry! I live in Texas, so hurricane Beryl was not kind to me. Not to mention, my birthday was on Thursday, and it was pretty much put on hold because we didn’t have any kind of power at home or work. So, I finally made time to come to a Barnes and Noble nearby and chill in the cafe for a few hours!!! Thank you guys for being so patient. Hopefully everything will get fixed soon, and I’ll be able to get out more updates.

Again, you guys rock, and I love you so much!! Comment below to be added to the tag list! 🤍

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[georgiapeach30513]

The One to Sacrifice, Part 3

Summary: being here is getting to you.

Pairings: Raleigh Becket X Reader, Johnny Storm X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings:  language, mentions of cheating, mentions of secrets, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.3K

Previous

Series Masterlist

*Dividers created by @firefly-graphics

The moment your father had told you the pond had been scraped you were ready to get back on the ice, but you had responsibilities now, and they involved making sure your niece was taken care of. Everyone else’s lives got to go on living like they always did, but yours changed the moment that Mike had passed away. You became her sole caretaker. Her confidant. Her shoulder to cry on. Her everything.

“So I get to play hockey here?” She looks up at you sleepily. So far Tanzy had enjoyed being here. You had your doubts. Hopefully it would make taking care of yourself easier. As far as your personal life went, it was much more difficult. Small towns had the tendency to do that.

“Yes, darling, now go to sleep,” you whisper, giving a kiss to her forehead.

“Did my dad love hockey?”

“Your dad and uncle Frank loved hockey. Him, Frank, Johnny, and…”

“That man that brought us home?” She peeks up through her lashes at you with the most mischievous grin, and you just nod. “Did you ever kiss him?”

“Go to sleep,” your voice is a bit more animated, but it doesn’t raise. Playfully covering her eyes she starts giggling uncontrollably. “Tanzy!”

“What? He’s cute. You should kiss him,” you roll your eyes, and settle back on her bed. You need to go out on the ice, so whatever it took for her to settle down, you’d do. “He’s nice, too. He drove us home.”

“Uh huh,” you give a fake yawn that you know she doesn't believe, but you can’t help it. It was late, and you were emotionally exhausted, and only one thing helped. You can already feel the tingle of the chill on your cheeks.

“Did you love him?” Tanzy breaks your daydreaming of just moving on the ice. Giving you the softest and knowing smile as she looks up at you.

“Young love,” you agree. You loved Raleigh in your way, although you never loved him the way he loved you. You didn’t even understand what love was. And then some stupid boy with blue eyes that had the most beautiful bit green in them stole your heart, and you didn’t have the balls to break up with Raleigh.

“You should try again,” she lets out a little yawn, flipping over onto her side. “I don’t want you to be alone like daddy was,” she yawns again, waving her hand at you, “I’m good, go skate.”

This child. She knew that you needed to skate, “Love you, Tanz.”

“Love you, too,” she could very much be faking her sleepiness. She’s done it before. But she wasn’t a baby anymore. She was growing.

With a sigh, you run into the mud room, and grab your things. Putting your skates on sitting on the bench by the pond. Remembering a simpler time and skating with your brothers. Inhaling the frosty air with a smile. Skating on the pond brought back so many memories. A less complicated life. Joy. Laughter. Love.

Making a few rounds on the ice, you try to not think, just exist. Focus on your feet and legs as you launch into the air. Not think about everything that happened. Too much had happened. And even more was bubbling up to the surface, and there was more you hoped never would.

Spinning around, you let the world melt away. Let everything blur out in front of you, but then you feel Johnny��s hands on your body. Blurring into puppy love with Raleigh. Someone you didn’t have to hide. Mike would have killed you. He threatened to kill Johnny when he found out.

You come to a stop in the middle of the ice. Your chest heaving with frustration more than exertion. You really knew how to fuck up things. It’s why you prefer to push people away. Coming back home was smothering you. The only one you couldn’t run away from was Tanzy; because she needs you. Who else would take care of her?

On the one hand was this toxic love based on passion and your bodies. A fire that burned too brightly, leaving you with nothing left but ashes. On the other hand was someone you could make a life with. A life here in a small town in Maine. Things weren’t complicated with Raleigh until…Johnny.

You aren’t even sure you loved Johnny, you just wanted him. Wanted everything he had to offer, and he had big dreams and stars in his eyes that were the same as yours. But he made it. He didn’t sacrifice anything. Kept living his life, and pretending like Tanzy didn’t exist. Mike had counted on him, and he failed. Again.

You take off quickly just wanting to get in the air, and get your mind off — them. You didn’t want either of them quite frankly, and yet they were still both here. What were the odds that Johnny was being forced to be a coach to a girls’ hockey team? And you sigh as your body spins around because there’s a part of you that is lying. You did want something. Honesty, possibly.

You have to think of anything but them. Think about what would have happened if you decided to have a partner. The only one you had ever skated with was Raleigh. You’d giggle as he’d lift you up in the air, and twirl you around. You should have kept things simple, despite his push to turn romantic. No, it was his ability to make you laugh and feel comfortable. Raleigh should have had all your firsts.

You try to imagine a life where things didn’t get fucked up. Where Raleigh came with you to Minnesota. Mike could have still been alive. Tanzy would have had her father, and you would have had your big brother.

You imagine him as your partner. Practically could feel his hands back in yours as you skate around the pond. Life could have been different. Maybe you wouldn’t be thinking about these constant what if’s in your head.

“You…”

“Ahh,” you fall down on the ice, and glare up at Raleigh who stops so abruptly he falls over as well. “What are you doing?”

He sits up, placing both arms on his knees as he gives you that quintessential Raleigh Becket smile, “I came to apologize,” he tilts his head to the side as he looks at you. “I spent all this time feeling like I didn’t get any closure, and…dammit, Pix, I should have been there for you.”

”What?” Your head turns to look at him quickly. Confusion doesn’t even explain what you’re feeling. Or the secrets you were hiding. How did they fit in with Raleigh?

“When Mike died. I shouldn’t have offered my help, I should have just been there. You quit your dream to raise a child that wasn’t your own.”

“It was the right thing to do.”

“Would you stop,” you look at him confused. What exactly did he mean with that? “You don’t have to be a martyr. You don’t have to do this all alone. You shouldn’t have done it alone. Tanzy…you’ve done a good job on her. You should have had a support system.”

A silence looms between the two of you. Never even getting off the ice. You look up at the stars, and whisper out a thanks to him. Starting to lean into his body a bit before your head lays over on his shoulder. The best thing about Raleigh is the comfort.

“You don’t have to do it alone anymore.”

“Is that an invitation?” He can feel the smile that creeps up on your mouth, and you feel the chuckle building up in his chest that he doesn’t want to release. “I’m sorry, too.”

“Is this a Storm thing?” You groan, starting to lift off his shoulder, but he pulls you back down. “Did he mean anything to you?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Did I?”

You’re unsure how to answer. Because he did mean a lot to you. Johnny is complicated for various reasons. And you have told yourself he meant nothing to you for a long time, but you fear it is to protect yourself the most. Because at the end of the day, you felt like a conquest to Johnny. An easy lay. A virgin.

Raleigh whispers your name, lifting you up to look at him, “Did I mean anything to you?”

“Yes,” you answer with the utmost sincerity. He smiles with glassy eyes, and you hate yourself for the pain you caused him. Not just the lack of closure but the fact he found out about his girlfriend cheating on him. “I loved you. You were my best friend.”

“Why did you do it?” You shrug your shoulders, removing your gaze from his heavy stare. It is too intense, and you can’t fully handle the way he is looking at you. Clinging to any hope you can offer him. “Don’t look away.”

“I don’t know. I told you…it was…”

“You,” he takes a deep breath, trying to choose his words carefully. It was years ago, and the pain is still there. Wedged deep inside of him because he didn’t doubt the way he felt. He was completely in love with you then, and nothing had changed. “Because of a school girl crush. He was your first.”

“He was my only,” that didn’t offer much comfort, but you see his face relax a bit. His hands cup your cheeks, leaning his forehead into yours. “Raleigh, I’m so sorry.”

“I forgive you,” you didn’t deserve him, his forgiveness, or any of his kindness. But you melt into it. It was the first time in so long you have felt comforted. No one ever bothered to check on you, and even if they did, Raleigh just knew. The the need to run away from everything seems to have stopped. You didn’t want to run anymore. You are tired. “Can we start over?”

“I don’t know what that means, Raleigh,” his eyes flick down to your lips, and you know without him saying anything. “Clarify.”

“Start from the beginning. Forget anything happened.”

“You’re suggesting we’re more than friends?”

“I’m suggesting I want you in my life. I’ve missed you, and my feelings haven’t changed,” if you made friends with girls, maybe they would have told you that he was a man that had never moved on, and that should be a red flag. But you didn’t move on either. You had no desire to make a choice. And at the time there was only one choice you could make. So you ran. You pushed everything into your career, and didn’t let any of those emotions bubble up to the surface. No one knew, and you repressed everything. You didn’t want them to know. You didn’t want to know.

“At your pace.”

“Remind me?” Your mouth tips up in a smile, hoping he didn’t forget what it meant. With a smile that matches your own, his eyes flutter close, and he presses his lips against yours. No one moves, and the kiss is warm and lingering. You still aren’t sure if you ever loved him the way he loved you. Or the way he deserved, but you hope you find it.

You settle into his arms, snuggling closer, and feeling at least comfort. It wasn’t much, and it wasn’t love, but it was…something.

“Tanzy, why are you still awake?” Tanzy looks back at her uncle, shushing him before her eyes go back to the ice. “Oh…they didn’t waste time,” he rolls his eyes as he sits down beside his niece. Giving you and his best friend an eye roll. The two of you embrace in a hug before you stand up, and start skating around the ice.

Laughter fills the winter air with a lightness that he hasn’t seen in his friend in a long time. The two of you fall in sync, partnering up, and going with the flow. He sighs as Tanzy flips around in her bed. “They kissed.”

“It wasn’t their first time.”

“But it was like a real kiss,” Frank chuckles, reaching over to pull the covers over both him and Tanzy. “She never kissed anyone back home. I never saw a boy.”

“Don’t make sense out of your aunt.”

“She deserves to have fun. She’s a good aunt. She worked a lot. I never saw her on the ice. And now we’re here, and she’s laughing, and — they were in love, huh?” Frank shrugs his shoulders, retching while Tanzy watches her uncle curiously. “What?”

“Thinking about Raleigh and my sister is weird. He’s a good guy, but it’s…gross. But I know he’s never looked at a woman like he does Pixie.”

“Be happy for her. She didn’t smile a lot. She’s always thinking.”

“About what?” Tanzy yawns, and starts to snuggle into his body, just like she used to with her dad. She didn’t ever want to forget him. But most of what she remembered was through someone else’s memory. “Your dad?”

“No. She has secrets, Frank. Secrets that make her sad.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. I’m just a kid. Her and dad whispered a lot. She cried a lot, and then she had to take care of me,” she yawns again, and her words get softer. Quieter. “Let her be happy.”

“Go to sleep, and I’ll try,” he gives another quick glance outside, but looks away quickly. You weren’t so much skating as holding onto each other. That weird thing the two of you did when you just touched foreheads together and looked at one another.

Secrets. You had secrets that made you sad. You did leave, and not tell Raleigh goodbye. Wouldn’t return his calls. You didn’t like the idea of “Johnny,” Frank groans. Johnny did something. He always did.

“You and the mechanic,” Tanzy starts to tease you, but you turn around to look at her shaking your head. She was supposed to be getting her gear ready for hockey practice. “Uh huh, I saw you.”

“Skating together is nothing to get too excited about,” after a bit of sleep, you realize that even just a slight peck of a kiss was a horrible idea. Raleigh clearly is still in the zone of everything is perfect, and he can be perfect just for you. It isn’t that you doubt that. But you have only just arrived and there are still so many things swirling in your head, and you are drowning in thoughts. You need to skate, and every time you did there was a man.

“Yeah, but you didn’t just skate. I saw you,” she gives you the sweet mischievous grin that makes you think of Mike, and you can’t even be mad at her. She had this attitude just like Mike and Johnny, always into something, and always ready for a good time.

“I remember now why I hated your dad’s room right there.”

“Why because he watched you kiss that man, too?” Wrapping a hand around her stomach she lets a wave of giggles rush over her. Head leaning back, and you try — try not to laugh with her, but you can’t. She already seems happier here than she did. Being around family is good for her, and a bit suffocating for you.

“Raleigh did watch me skate a lot.”

“Did Johnny?”

“Now what kind of question is that?” Tanzy shrugs her shoulders as she lifts up a duffle bag. “Why would you ask about Johnny?”

“Why are you getting so defensive about Johnny? It was first the mechanic, and now him. Did you kiss Johnny, too? Like the Johnny Storm, did you kiss him?” You stepped right into that. You couldn’t blame her for being curious, but your relationship with Johnny was for nobody’s ears. You buried that and the memories a long time ago.

“Go on, get into the car. Gimma is waiting for us,” you car still hasn't been fixed. You didn’t doubt that Raleigh could, but he of course had other cars ahead of you. With a deep sigh, you watch Tanzy jump into the car with your mom, and you look around the kitchen. Nothing had changed. It brought you a bit of comfort, and still there was that tad of unease that always lingered in places where memories of your brother were the strongest.

Nothing is ever easy here because some things just never change, despite how much is always changing. Just take a deep breath, and go.

Trudging out to your mom’s car makes you feel like a child again, especially going to the rink. You fasten your seatbelt, and look in the rear view mirror, and the sly smile on Tanzy’s face lets you know she’s not letting this go.

“You should invite Raleigh for dinner.”

“Tanzy!”

“He was most likely going to come anyway. I have to make sure all my boys are fed. Him and Frank mosey on in. It would be nice for…” Tanzy starts laughing uncontrollably as your mom rattles on.

“It would be nice if you guys wouldn’t make a big deal about it. Raleigh and I…”

“Yes, yes,” your mom looks at you with an exasperated look. It isn’t the first time that she’s had this conversation with you. “You and Raleigh have always skated together. And skating together always leads to him crawling into your bedroom and watching movies until you pass out, and I tell him to please use the front door instead.”

You glance towards her looking ashamed. You had no idea she actually knew about that. “I allowed him to stay because he made my ice princess happy. I could hear you guys laughing, and you almost never stopped talking, so I didn’t think anything was going on. And then when you actually were dating — honey, nothing ever happened?”

“Tanzy is in the car.”

“I know about kissing!”

“What I mean is you shouldn’t have to stay in your head. Raleigh gave you something more to talk about than skating. He opened up your cold heart. I heard you laugh, and weren’t repeating your routine obnoxiously over and over again. Raleigh made you human, and I hate to think that someone who was your best friend,” starting to interrupt, she covers your mouth with her hand, “I know he and Frank are close, but those two didn’t have what you two had.”

“It would be really weird if they did. I’m glad to know that everyone thinks I’m…”

“Icy,” you shoot a playful glance back at Tanzy, but try to laugh. You weren’t the most personable human in the world, and you never had been. But there is a part of what your mom is saying is right. You did feel differently around Raleigh. He was able to bring out the best of you.

“Well there he is,” your mom smiles and gives Johnny a wave as she pulls into the rink. No one was here. “Tell Johnny I said hey, and he should come by for dinner tonight, and…”

“No!” She looks taken aback as you shout at her. “Just — not yet. We don’t even know how he’s going to be with his goddaughter,” you take a deep breath, and hold your head up high as you get out of the car. Giving a wave to your mom as you give Johnny a terse nod. He’s so full of himself, his smile just gets larger.

He gives your mom a friendly wave, and his hand presses on Tanzy’s back, “Why don’t you go ahead and dress out, there’s some things I’d like to discuss with your aunt.”

“Are you wanting to kiss her, too? Aunt Pixie, you’ve got all the boys,” she gives a little giggle as she runs into the rink, and you follow right behind her.

“Let me guess, you were kissing that Neanderthal Raleigh?” You don’t answer, just walk right into the rink, and have a deep need to skate on its smooth surface. “Wow, okay. So, you won’t give me the time of day even though I know what you taste like, but you’ll let that man kiss you in front of Tanzy.”

Spinning around you glare at him, “That got your attention, ice princess. What does Raleigh have that I don’t? I got the bigger bank account.”

“And you got the bigger head.”

“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you,” you shove his shoulder. This is what always irritated you about him; his ease at getting under your skin. “You didn’t even give me the time of day, but you let that man kiss you?”

“Why do you care? It’s not like you couldn’t have any girl that you wanted. And you have. Raleigh is…”

“Hung up on you. We both know it. Did you tell him about us? About how I couldn’t keep my hands off you, and you were just as needy for me?”

“I thought you needed to talk to me about something. Where is everyone?” You did not need to go down this road again. You just wanted for Tanzy to practice, and you to eventually go home, and away from him. He is your kryptonite.

“That’s what I thought,” he whispers before he starts walking towards the ice. “Has Tanzy ever played?” You shake your head no, sitting down on a bench, and he joins you. Too close. Just to prove you don’t like the closeness, you scoot away. “Her dad was Mike Weiss, and you didn’t put her in hockey?”

“I was struggling to feed us both, and you wanted me to put her in an expensive sport that I couldn’t afford?”

“You could have told me,” see this is the reason you easily fall for Johnny. There’s something in the way he looks at you, actually concerned. “That’s why you’re back, money?”

“Kids are expensive, even more so when you’re on their own. Her godfather didn’t reach out, so I just made do. And now I’m back in. Back here wallowing in the past, and…”

“You always were so melodramatic. It’s not that serious. You’re here getting help and support. Who fucking cares?” You cared. Your pride cared, and he called you melodramatic. “Keep the drama for the ice. It’s what I do, baby. You don’t have to have all that shit swirling in your head while you try to make sense out of everything. We had fun, right? So you cheated on some chump that was obsessed with you. How come you never had sex with him? Am I the only one? You look better when you keep your issues on the ice, and let me do the thinking for you.”

“That doesn’t fix everything.”

“Does constantly worrying about it?” You still. If there was anything you always admired about Johnny was his ability to not care. “Pix, can I be honest with you?”

“You always are. Even if I don’t want you to.”

“You’re wound too tight. You always have been. That’s why we…well, you wanted me to teach you. I did, and for a few months you relaxed. You skated better than you ever had before, and then you just — poof. I wasn’t heartbroken, but that man you are kissing was. So if you want me to relax you, get rid of him. Or use him to relax you. Either way, get laid,” you stutter a moment, as you hear the locker room door slam shut.

“Unless you want to tell me what really happened. Because believe me when I say this, Pix, something happened. Between you and me, and you’re hiding from it. You don’t have to tell me, but if it’s something that keeps you this stressed, and made my best friend yell and cuss at me, well…that’s your call since Mike can’t explain shit.”

You start to say something. Anything. But Johnny stands up, and gives a nod to Tanzy. “I know I’m an asshole. But while I’m here, I could be your asshole. And I’d like to get to know the squirt. And offer coaching. One on one. Pix, I’m not the evil monster you want me to be. I’m just a prick,” he reaches down to pick up his skates, leaving you wondering what exactly was going on inside your head, and if you made a bigger deal than things. Just like you always did.

Take out the men. And think about just you. You have to take responsibility for your actions. No one can but you. You may be sticking your foot in your mouth, but Johnny deserved to know Tanzy. “You should come by for supper sometime. You and Tanzy can skate on the pond.”

“I haven’t skated on that pond in years. What do you say, squirt, want me to start giving private lessons?”

“What about practice?” She asks, looking around to see everything is still empty. He set you up, but this will make her so happy.

“Practice doesn’t actually start until tomorrow, but we can get some skating in. Pix? Care to join us?” You shake your head no, wanting more than ever to just see Johnny with her. Watching as he actually laughs at things she says, enjoying her. It’s a shame he had all this time without her, and she with him. It just works.

You feel a slight ping in your heart as you watch them, giving your mom a text that there wasn’t actually practice today and she could pick you up.

I knew. Johnny said he could bring you two home.

Of course he did. Of course she knew. It’s fine. It was okay. Get out of your head. That was years ago. Raleigh would have to get used to Johnny being in your life. For Tanzy. And that’s how you wanted to keep it. For Tanzy.

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Comfort with the Idols + Agents! (pt. 1)

Hey guys! I really do apologize for the late posts. Trying to manage my time better. Not even gonna hold you all, my week's been pretty ass, and I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we could all use a little bit of comfort from our favorite cephalopods. Enjoy guys, love you ♡

I'll just be doing Squid Sisters for this part bc I am currently on a plane traveling home and I am off the extremely desired two hours bro

All characters are 18+

Minors DNI

Callie!

Welp

Girlie knows exactly when you’re upset

She can just read you that good because she’s the same way way herself

She can tell when you’re upset based on your body language, and she’ll do her best to be there for you

She’ll start by sending a few texts, but of course, it depends on the situation

‘Heyyy!! I noticed you were really off today and I just wanted to make sure you were feeling okay!!! (≧◡≦) ♡ let me know if there’s anything I can do to help!! ♡ ♡’

She doesn’t always want to press, but if you let her in, she’ll be all over you (in a good way)

Anything you need, she’ll get, and she means it

Water, candy, your favorite takeout place, a gun

In all seriousness, if you ask her to come over, she will bring a whole bunch of your favorite comfort things, go on a whole spending spree just for you so that you can feel better

She's definitely gonna make you something hot and warm, grab a blanket, and sit down with you on the couch to talk

Will take your hands and hold them with such gentle care omg>>>

Her hands are also super soft???? Like, girlie takes such good care of her skin

So she's holding your hands and she's just looking at you in your lil sad burrito

The softest voice, "Hey, it's gonna be alright. Tell me what's going on..."

You can't help but tell her, she's just so comfortable to be around

Halfway through telling her, you burst into a sob, and instantly her arms are around you

Will hold you gently but securely so that you feel safe

Will rub your back and kiss your head

Is like,,,, scarily calm but genuinely worried about you, especially because it's not every day that you break down in her arms

“It’s okay to cry, (Y/N). Just let it out. I’m here.”

Her voice is always so gentle and calming, and she’s surprisingly a good listener when things get serious

Holds you until you tire yourself out, and even then, she’s not going to let go unless you make the move or say so

And she’s really going out of her comfort zone for you, since she gets extremely antsy after sitting for long periods of time, so she really does care for you

Will stay with you for however long you need, grabs you anything you ask for

Will try to sympathize with you through her own stories and whatnot

“You don’t ever have to hide it from me because eventually I will figure it out anyways!”

Okay nah but like why is it actually cute when she threatens you like that

Causes your chest to swell just a tad

Will literally stare at you before saying like the sweetest/most adorable thing ever

"You know I'm really happy I met you. I know I don't say it enough but thank you for being my friend and so much more."

Will literally bring you to tears like-

You had a bad day but your girlfriend just swoops in and brings you a care package, cuddles, AND A HEARTFELT MESSAGE LIKE HUH??????

We fr love Callie, she a real one <3

Marie!

So, Marie is observant, but maybe not in the way you'd think

She will notice changes in your behavior, but she doesn't say anything until it concerns her (AKA when she can get enough evidence to tell that you are not normal HDSHHHD)

Will notice you get either really quiet or way too bubbly (even if you are naturally)

Eyes you suspiciously and will stare into your soul before then having her aha moment

“So there is something wrong, you just didn’t want to tell me.”

You can’t really keep a poker face after that, I’m afraid

She’ll stare into your soul and glare at you (lovingly, of course) with her arms crossed over her chest

“Come on, (Y/N). Can’t fool me with that crap.”

Will soften up though once you respond, especially if you try to push her away or get snappy

“You don’t have to tell me, of course, but… I am worried about you.”

If you want your space, she’ll leave you be, but she’ll check up on you after a few hours

She knows the importance of and loves her alone time, so if you want it, she will, by all means, give it to you

After a few hours, she stands in the doorway, knocking softly on the doorframe, “Hey (Y/N)?”

Marie is usually very dry and nonchalant, but she has some care in her voice

Will look at you with soft, saddened eyes as you’re in your little sad burrito, trying to remain as gentle as she can be

Walks over and just scoops you up, even if you're heavier than her, SHE'LL MAKE IT WORK OKAY-

Holds you in her lap and will cradle you close

and yes her face is bright red and she's embarrassed but she's doing this for you bro

Will gently stroke your head and kind of hum gently as she does

I see Marie as a sort of grandma type (I mean, Callie calls her one all the time-) so I can see her literally holding you and crotcheting or something while you just relax against her

Will occasionally mumble something about a stitch pattern and kiss your head, or she'll talk quietly with you as she does it and holds you

Might crack the occasional joke to try and cheer you up

Will be stitching you a little cat/bunny hat, will look back at it, then at you, then back at it again, then back at you and just-

"Yeah, you'll look reallll ugly in this.-"

LIKE MS. GOWRL-

Will give you a look like YOU DID SOMETHING LIKE WHAT-

It works tho bc girlie gets you giggling out of pure confusion and caught-off-guardness (yes, that's a word bc i said so)

She doesn't actually mean it tho, I mean, come on, you're her partner of course she thinks you're gorgeous

Obvi if you're really upset she won't say that, but her dry and emotionless humor is a love language she uses to try and cheer you up

She loves you fr fr <3

[infernalodie]

𝐋𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 || 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬

“𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰, 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶“

Inspo: Sam Smith - Lay Me Down

Pairing: Ellie Williams x Fem!reader

Summary: She couldn’t accept a reality without you...

Warnings: Angst

Words: 996

Denial of truth. Denial of reality. Denial of selfishness.

Those three were the poisons of the world. Like a foul stain on a shirt, you couldn’t get rid of. And sadly, the metaphorical stain sprawled across the globe and infested the purest of hearts.

Ellie was one of those unfortunate souls. She had the truest intentions that came from the softest and warmest part of her heart. All she wanted was justice. But there were questions that needed to be proposed to her and answered.

What was she willing to lose in return to avenge Joel? Could she lose all of Jackson? Could she lose herself in return? Could she lose you?

She’d been pacing and stumbling over those questions for the past few seconds. The heat of bullets whizzing past her became an afterthought with your wounded figure leaning into hers. Your footsteps falter in comparison to hers. Which she would not blame you for when your injury was a result of saving her.

“Just breathe, baby,” Ellie panted. “Just hold on a little longer.” Placing you behind a barricade in one of the many choked-up streets filled with cars, overgrown grass, and infrastructure that had been breaking off piece by piece in the passing years. She fired shots toward the WLF soldiers that had been hot on your guys’ tails.

Holding your hand around the piece of metal embedded in your side, you swallowed the lump in the back of your throat. “Ellie, y-you gotta go, now.”

“Shut the fuck up!” She ordered sternly. “I’m going to get you out of here!”

“B-Baby-!” You couldn’t finish your protest, the girl grabbing your arm and slinging it over her shoulder. A pained cry fell from your lips as you limped, fighting to not move your body in any way that may push the shrapnel any deeper. But it didn’t matter what you did and how you did it. The longer you walked, the more energy you used, the more blood that seeped from around the rusting metal, and the more you were losing sight of hope. It was fading like a photograph and you couldn’t see the light that was ahead.

Bursting through the doors of an abandoned bar, Ellie quickly placed you at the counter before moving towards the entrance. Grabbing anything she could and blocking the entrance before setting tripwires. The effort she was putting in, and the amount of panic in her figure were alarming. “Ellie, fuckin’-” You cough up blood, leaning over and spitting up a copious amount. “Fucking go home!”

“I’m going anywhere without you, Y/n! I can still get you out of here.” The denial was clear and although she may believe it, you knew that there wasn’t much left to be done. Without medical supplies, you were going to die here or on the way back to the theatre. It wasn’t something hard to accept as you knew death was always knocking. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear and making itself known in the direst of situations. It was just more apparent. More known than ever before. But Ellie didn’t want to accept the gravity of the situation. The most honest piece of reality that she needed to accept.

“Ellie, if you don’t go, we’ll both fucking die!” You cried, making your emotions known to the girl. Making her fumble with her movements as she looked over her shoulder. You were weeping, wiping your bloody hand over your bloodshot eyes that wouldn’t seize the pools along the brims. “I’m not turning into one of those things, Ellie.”

Sniffling as you slowly reached toward your thigh where the pistol holster was. The sight alone made Ellie’s head fall forward, shaking her head, whispering, “No. No, no, no. W-We can- No, no, no.” Words hushed, face scrunched as she shook her head in denial. “I can get you to the theatre. I can get you home. Just- Just please don’t-”

“Ellie.” Your hand found her face, lifting her head. Finding your gaze to be clouded in sorrow, but a sense of relief or acceptance. A smile played on your lips as you shook your head. “You have to accept reality, baby. You knew you couldn’t keep me forever, no matter how hard you tried.”

Ellie bit her bottom lip, sniffling with her hands falling to your hands. Squeezing them firmly with her lips finding your forehead, hearing you let out a soft sigh. “I love you.”

That was a truth that made you smile, eyes flickering shut with your lips widening in their formation of a smile. Warmth flooding your heart like a broken damn letting the conserved water run free. “And I love you too.” Ellie pulled away chewing on the inside of her cheek as she stared at you contently. “But I need you to go. When I fire off the shot, those WLF outside are going to come in this direction.”

The tightening of your hand that grasped your pistol found solace in it all. In the fact that you knew this was your final stand. This was it and this would hopefully get Ellie what she needed. And there was some kind of peace in that. Some sort of comfort within the darkness that you conquered and covered more and more of reality. Because you knew that even if you got her out and back to Jackson, some part of her would fester over the desire to follow through with all of this. To kill Abby and show no remorse to anyone that came in her way.

But you knew that if she saw the light and made her way out of the darkness, there could be hope. Maybe a chance for her to find a station for herself and be free from the guilt that she needn’t carry. But Ellie was stubborn and didn’t let things go so easily.

“Now, go,” you urged gently, smiling up at the girl. “I’ll see you soon, baby.”

[obetrolncocktails]

Deception | Josh Kiszka X Reader | Part 3

Warnings: Mature Content (18+ recommended). Betrayal, lying, stalking, miscommunication, breakup, crying, josh crying (ouch).

Word Count: 4.7K

A/N: I know it's taken a while, but part 3 is here! I hope you guys enjoy! More is on the way.

Summary: You'd been warned that the stalker would ruin your life, little did you know they'd intervene in a way that would tear Josh apart, too.

Sunshine streamed through the fluttering curtains, welcoming a new day. Your head pounded as you opened your eyes for the first time. You groaned and flipped, turning away from the window. You opened your eyes again and were pleased to see Josh still slumbering, his lips moving and his body adjusting in his sleep to offset your movement. You laid there for a long time, memorizing his relaxed features, admiring the way his lips curved at the softest angle, paired with the sharp angles of his jawline. His brow was relaxed, and really, he looked like an angel. You wanted to touch him, to let your fingertips wander along the curves of his body and the features that you had come to know so intimately. His shoulders and chest were left half-exposed from the drape of the comforter. 

“You’re staring at me,” Josh said softly, catching you by surprise.

“No I’m not,” You answered defensively, though it was most definitely a lie. You felt an embarrassed smirk curve at the edges of your lips.

“Y/n, if you stared any harder, my skin would burn off.” You couldn’t help but chuckle, your heart thumping in your chest when he finally opened his eyes. The sunlight streamed across his irises, igniting them in the warmest amber hue. His eyes in this light reminded you of tiger eye gemstones and you knew you could stare at him all day if he’d let you. 

“Happy Birthday…party day? I guess?” You said with a quirky grin, trying your best to decide what to call the day. 

“You’re so cute,” He purred, reaching for your nose, squeezing it slightly as you scrunched it, your eyes squinting. “Come here.” He pulled you in against him and kissed your lips. “Thank you, baby.” You laid with him like this for quite a while longer, eventually hearing him fall back asleep. You relished in the feeling of his body against yours, his protective warmth enveloping you completely. You let your thoughts wander as you lay in his arms. After months together, it had become so apparent that the Josh that you had imagined in your parasocial daydreams was, for the most part, actually comparable to who he really was in real life. In truth, he was incredibly easy to love–just as simple as that. He had natural charisma that seemed to flow almost infectiously into any room that he was in. His cleverness and creativity nurtured this wild spirit that was never quite bridled, which left every new day an exciting adventure. He was also notoriously spontaneous, and in the months that you had known each other, he had challenged you to try so many new things- many of which you had never dared to try before. 

It took you a while to decide exactly what to say, but you finally sat down to write:

Josh,

My sunshine. The sparkle in my eyes. What could I possibly write that could ever truly describe the way that I love you? I feel like I’ve waited my entire life for a love as selfless as yours. Over the last six months, I’ve found it, and never once have I ever had to question your love for me. You are so nurturing, and so unbelievably patient. I’ve never had a love like yours, and (with whatever power lies beyond the earth) I hopefully won’t have to. 

I love you. I adore you. Thank you for being you–the light of my life.

The happiest of birthdays to you, my love. 

Y/n.

You placed the card in your purse to give to him later, and returned to bed where Josh still laid sleeping. Life with Josh was thrilling. You both clicked instantly when you first met, (besides the run-in on the Kroger pasta aisle). You never expected to see him again, chalking it up to a one-time encounter, until it happened again weeks later at a downtown bar. You had kept the meeting to yourself online for fear of creating a gossip storm. 

“Pasta Sauce Girl,” he had greeted you, grinning from ear to ear when he spotted you at the bar, waiting to be served. You still remembered the goofy smile you had worn when you looked up at him, and the way your cheeks had ignited from hearing his familiar, flirtatious tone. 

You had adjusted coolly against the bartop as you looked at him. He was dressed casually, and you recognized the outfit: Khakis, a white long-sleeved sweatshirt and a long, beaded necklace with a tassel on it. Yep, the ‘Joutfit,’ you had told yourself mentally, taking notes. His hair puffed around his head in a simultaneously cherubic and mischievous manner, and you wondered if his heavenly appearance could be matched with an equally-matched devious side, elsewhere, perhaps outside of this bar, away from the public eye. 

“That’s me,” you had said casually, offering him a soft smile. “But my boring name is–”

“Y/n,” He cut you off, but not before–wait–was this man…this man was fucking blushing–at me?! “I remember,” He smiled softly, offering a small chuckle through his perfectly shaped nose. He actually remembered, which surprised you. “And it’s not boring at all. Do you live near here?” He asked, scratching at the nape of his neck. “I–I mean,” He corrected, clearing his throat. “I haven’t really seen you here. It’s one of mine and my brothers’ favorite bars in town.”

His expression was expectant as his eyes roamed your facial features perhaps a bit too obviously. You watched him bite his bottom lip, and you could have done the trust fall exercise right then and there, except it wouldn’t have been an exercise. It would have been you passing out cold into the cement floor. You shrugged. “Friends. They asked me to come out,” you continued, nodding in their direction. “My only option was to say yes after three shitty excuses over the last two weeks.” He grinned softly.

“Well, can I get you a drink? A beer? Or…what’s your favorite?” He asked. “Let’s make this outing a little more bearable.”

“Sure. Vodka soda,” you answered to his delight. You had thought for a moment to request a salty dog, but you didn’t want to send alarm bells, as he had mentioned the drink in an interview years ago. It had quickly become a known favorite of Josh’s. You cleared your throat as if he could hear your thoughts.

“There’s a woman after my heart,” He said, pulling a hand up to his chest. And there it was. The dazzling white smile you had seen in so many pictures. The one with the tiniest gap in between his two front teeth–the diastema that had returned because he most likely hadn’t worn his retainer like his orthodontist had advised. 

“Josh,” You said, pretending to remember his name, catching it on a fleeting memory. This specific moment  in the memory bit at you now more than ever. You’re heartless, you thought to yourself, but still flitted back to your recollection, swallowing down the guilt momentarily. 

“That’s me,” He said, twisting around to grab the drinks as the bartender set them down on the counter top.

Almost an hour and several forgotten friends later, you and Josh had shared stories, preferences, secret talents, vulnerabilities…and just like that, you were miraculously bound to one another, silently begging for the next time to see one another. “There’s absolutely no way that you know that song,” Josh said with a disbelieving expression. 

“Woyaya, Osibisa,” You answered, opening your spotify library, turning your phone around to show him the song saved in it. 

“Are you sure you’re not in my head or something?” He asked. “How the hell do you know that song? I only know it because Sam–uh, my brother–showed it to me while we were high off of our asses one night.” 

“Hey, don’t underestimate my eclecticism,” you teased. “Show me your library and I’ll show you what I know.” 

“Don’t dive too deep,” He warned with an amused grin. “There’s some weird shit in here,” He said as he scrolled. 

“You don’t scare me in the slightest,” You admitted. “Especially when you haven't seen my playlists.” 

***

“Tick tock, Y/n. You don’t seem very motivated, it seems.” You saw the message. A new number every single time. No matter what you did, you’d still get threatening messages from that same person. There was no escaping it–the only choice you had was to ignore it. You’d come clean to Josh on your own terms.

“You don’t scare me.” You responded before throwing your phone on the bed, determined not to dwell over the intruder anymore today.

“You’ll regret saying that to me,” the text read, brightening the phone screen from the mattress. 

“That shower burned my ass off,” Josh said with a soft chuckle, padding into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Replacing the water heater worked a bit too well, whew!” You watched as he wiped his forehead of the little drops of water that were beginning to trickle down from his hair and onto his face. 

“Oh my God, you’re going to look like a boiled hot dog at your party,” you snickered, sitting down on the bed as you observed his bright red skin. As he stepped closer, you poked at his chest, watching as white marks appeared in place of your touch. “You’re literally cooked.”

He removed the towel from his waist and pulled it up to his head, tousling his wet curls. You let your gaze wander about his naked body as he turned and walked to the closet, grinning as his ass jiggled softly as he moved. “Nice ass.” You watched as he turned over his shoulder to look at you briefly before grinning and turning back around, bending slightly and shaking his hips for emphasis. Reaching beside you, you tossed one of the pillows at him. 

“Excited for today?” You asked him, rolling over to lay on your stomach, propping your head up with your elbows. 

Pulling on his usual outfit, and zipping it up to the neck, he finally turned back around and placed his foot on the end of the bed to put on socks. “Of course I’m excited,” he said. “I get all of my favorite people in one place-and, well, this will be one of the first parties that is my own, you know? Not that I don’t love Jake, but I like that we did separate celebrations this year.”

“Come here,” you cooed to him. He obliged, putting his foot down and bending over to kiss you softly. You placed your hands on his chest and fiddled with the zipper. “Today is your day, baby. Everyone who loves you will be there. We’ve got lots of good wine, food, games…you name it. Sam, Danny and I made it happen. You’re gonna love it. Now, finish getting ready, and we’ll head over.” He kissed you once again before putting on the other sock, and headed to the bathroom to blow dry his hair. Meanwhile, you paced in the kitchen, deciding for sure that you would tell Josh the truth, but only after his birthday. You wouldn’t steal his happiness now. Not today, at least. 

Is everything ready to go? You texted Danny, who practically responded immediately. 

Sam’s already started drinking, so yeah–get Josh here ASAP. :) You grinned at the text message and put the phone away, shoving it in your pocket. 

“Josh, are you finished primping?” You asked, craning your neck around the corner. 

“Hey, this hair doesn’t happen overnight,” He said into the mirror, looking at you through it. 

“Come on pretty boy, time’s a wastin’,” you said, snapping your fingers at him. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he chirped back, tucking curls into place with far too much hairspray. 

You got ready separately from Josh. You wanted to impress him with your outfit, seeing his expression first. You had decided on a sky blue linen dress that was fashioned with delicate eyelets at the hem and on the edge of the sleeves. You put on light, flattering makeup and had left your hair down in soft waves, just like Josh loved. He was a natural lover, and with that came the preference of natural beauty, which to you was a relief. 

“Hey Love, have you seen my–” he paused, walking through the threshold of the bedroom into the open planned living room and kitchen where you stood waiting for him. You turned and grinned at him. 

“You like it?” You pulled at the fabric of your dress and turned for him to look at the entire outfit. 

“Like it?” He repeated your question, stepping forward, pulling you in by your waist. “You are so incredibly beautiful.” His smile was full of warmth, igniting your body with passion and love for him. He began swaying with you softly back and forth, and you let him, pulling your arms around his neck, taking in his familiar scent. 

“Are we dancing?” You asked into his skin after a long, quiet moment. 

“Maybe,” he answered softly, humming a meandering tune–one that you couldn’t quite identify, but that felt so, so familiar. 

“But there’s no music,” you said, the edges of your lips, tickling his skin as you smiled.

“I can fix that,” he said even softer, his head tucking down to kiss the hollow of your neck, and like the breeze through a sail, his song steadied you, made you everything you’d ever wanted to be, and gave you purpose. 

“Oh, my love, my darling

I've hungered for your touch

A long, lonely time

And time goes by so slowly

And time can do so much

Are you still mine?

I need your love

I need your love

God speed your love to me.”

His voice lilted like cherry blossoms falling from a tree, dappling the earth in gentle hues, and suddenly, you began to feel tears slipping down your cheeks. They were bittersweet ones, summoned from the great, undeniable love that you had for Josh, but sullied from the guilt that still roiled deep within your gut. You stood there, secure in his embrace, knowing that you were loved so deeply and unapologetically. You’d be the one to break his heart in mere days, and still, you were too selfish to have already told him. You sniffled back the wetness in your nose, and felt Josh loosen the embrace, pulling you away from him. 

“What is it? What’s wrong?” He asked, his face contorted with puzzled concern. You shook your head, shaking off the feeling. You wouldn’t hurt him. Not today. 

“I’m fine. I’m better than fine,” You half lied. “I love you so much.”

“You’re everything to me, pretty girl.” He moved a hand to stroke the softness of your cheek with the meat of his thumb.

“Kiss me,” you said softly, selfishly needing him to make it all better. He obliged, kissing you softly, his teeth pressing into your bottom lip as he moved and angled his head. You gave in to the intensity, opening your mouth for him to move further, and he did. His tongue slipped between your lips, searching and discovering more and more of you as he walked you backward to rest against the kitchen island. His soft moans drifted into the kiss, reverberating though your own body with a need that you know couldn’t be quenched between now and the party. His hands moved to the curve of your ass as he moved to plant biting kisses on your neck. 

“Don’t–leave–marks,” You warned him, knowing that there’d be no way to cover them at the party. 

“Fine,” he said in a huff of preoccupied breath. “But I will be leaving marks that only I get to see later tonight.”

“You’re such a tease,” you chided, smacking his ass softly as he stepped back. 

“Maybe,” he agreed. “But I think I’m justified.”

“Let’s go before your birthday cake disappears,” you warned playfully. 

“It better not,” Josh said, grabbing his keys from the counter. “Sam would be the one to cut the cake without me, though,” He grinned. “He might find himself without an arm if that’s the case.”

“Calm down. Surely you’re not going to be hacking and slashing on your birthday,” you said, heading out of the front door. 

“I don’t know. If Jake brings his sword, I might not be able to resist.”

You snorted through a chuckle. “Get in the car, stupid.”

“Wow, so mean to the birthday boy!” Josh whined, hopping into the driver’s seat as you got in beside him. 

“Your birthday isn’t until Friday, stay humble, mister.” He grinned, and reached for your hand as he drove. 

“You brought your keys, right? Just in case I need you to drive later?” He asked, looking over at you with a sly grin. 

“Aren’t you supposed to taste the wine when you’re at a winery?” You teased him, reaching into your purse. “But yes, I have the keys.”

“I chose a winery for the very purpose of tasting…and tasting more,” He said with a bright grin as he drove down the road. 

***

Josh jumped into the gravel driveway and shut the door of the Jeep with a loud thwack. He took in a deep breath, and you could see the happiness pouring from his body in an almost visible aura. The venue had been prepared with two large event tents in the middle of the large field, with floor cushions scattered about inside. Two large banquet tables were placed together lengthwise, one organized with an arrangement of gifts, and another with an endless array of foods. 

“Wow,” you blinked, stepping forward. “It’s beautiful!”

Suddenly, you heard the roar of the small crowd gathering around the tent, turning to face you both as you approached. Josh’s grin was too large for his face, and it hurt to see him so incredibly happy when, behind your mask of pretend joy, you were crumbling inside. 

“Happy birthday!” The crowd shouted after a messily-organized exclamation. Jake, Sam and Danny stood together at the front of the crowd, while the boys’ parents stood behind them hand and hand. You looked over at him with a gentle, proud smile. 

“Happy early birthday, baby,” You told him, gently knocking your shoulder into him as you held his hand. He moved to kiss you on your forehead before releasing his hands from yours, stepping forward to greet his family and friends. 

“Hey,” Danny said after speaking with Josh, stepping up to you with a gentle smile. “You look like you’re holding up okay. How are you?” He asked the question with genuine concern, though you didn’t appreciate him bringing up the sick, insidious feelings that slithered throughout your body, mind and soul like a venomous, lethal serpent. 

“I’m fine,” you said in a low murmur. “Really, I’m fine. It’s Josh’s day, and I don’t want to ruin that for him.”

“So he doesn’t know yet?” Danny said, crossing his arms across his chest. 

“Please don’t judge me, Daniel. You would do the same thing as me,” you defended yourself. 

“Hey, I’m not judging,” He said too loudly, looking over his shoulder to make sure that no one had heard him. “I promise. Have they contacted you again?” He asked quietly, stepping aside from the group with you. 

“No,” you lied, avoiding eye contact with him. 

“What did they say?” Danny continued, seeing straight through your attempt at deception. 

“They said I didn’t seem very motivated,” You admitted. “And I told them that I wasn’t scared of them.”

“You said that to them?” He asked incredulously.

“Texted. And yeah, I’m fucking tired of them threatening me.” You shrugged. “They don’t own me. I’ll tell him soon, I will. Just not now. Not when this is his day.”

“Would they pull something? Here?” He asked, looking around. 

“How would they know about this?” You asked him. 

“Y/n, really? They had pictures of you and I. They knew where we were for dinner. They know where you and Josh live…” His face contorted with concern. 

“Let’s just move on,” you told him, throwing your hands up dismissively. You stepped away from Danny without another word and joined the gathering once more. 

“Josh, did you ask for anything edible?” Sam asked, downing a white claw. “What the hell is this shit, anyway?”

“Some of my favorite foods from all over the world. Don’t be disrespectful, Samuel.” Josh chewed on a fig as he spoke. “You’re just uncultured.”

“No, I just know what tastes good and what tastes like shit,” He chuckled, downing the rest of his beverage. Sam shook his head and walked away, loading his plate with some of the least offending food. 

“Can we start passing out the wine and champagne? It’s the perfect time for a drink,” Josh said to no one in particular, but you heard him. Approaching the tables, a server from the venue helped open several of the bottles and handed you flutes and wine glasses one after the other. The group formed a line and grabbed a beverage of their choice, before stepping back and holding their beverage to prepare for a toast. Of course it had to be Josh to deliver it. 

“Thank you everyone for coming, and for making today s0 wonderful. Everyone that is here is someone that I love deeply, so thank you for celebrating my birthday with me. And Jake–” Josh continued, lowering his head to acknowledge his twin. “I know it’s not our birthday quite yet, but happy birthday to you, man. I love you so much. Also remember, it might have been me to be first born, but It’ll also be me to be buried last.” Josh raised his glass. 

“And on that note, cheers!” Jake shouted, and the crowd cheered, klinking and downing their glasses with smiles and happiness. You watched Josh with so much love and admiration, but found it very difficult to drink with merriment. Still, you swallowed down the liquid, feeling it warm your throat. You hoped it would calm your nerves and muddle your worries, too. 

“Presents!” Jita announced. “Let’s see ‘em!” She clapped her hands with enthusiasm, and everyone began to crow around Josh as he stepped between the tables. You oriented toward the front of the crowd. 

“What to open first!” Josh exclaimed, picking up one of the larger boxes and shaking it, hearing the contents rattling.

“Don’t break it!” Karen, Josh’s mother chided. 

“Oops,” Josh said, blushing brightly as he began to rip the box open, revealing a crystal fruit bowl, lined in gold leaf filigree. Karen grimaced, her lips thinning out into a line, before relaxing into a smile. 

“For you to put on your island,” she said. “I found it–do you remember this one? It’s just like Memaw’s dishes. It took me forever to hunt one down.”

Josh rotated the large bowl in his hands, feeling the texture of the glass upon his fingers. “I love it so much,” he said, obviously enthused about the simple gift. You knew he meant it, too. That gleam in his eye wasn’t something he could fake. “Thank you, Momma. I love it.” He set the bowl down gently and walked over to Karen and kissed her softly on the cheek, hugging her tightly. 

“I love you son. Happy birthday, baby.” Karen and Kelly had gifted Josh a few more gifts, which he humbly and excitedly accepted. Danny had gotten Josh a new watch, which included all of the newest capabilities. Jake had purchased Josh a subscription to a variety of liquors around the world, which he attested that Josh had to share. After a long while of opening presents, the table had been cleared by helpful workers–the presents organized in a neat cluster. 

“Thank you so much, everyone,” Josh addressed the room. “Thank you for coming.” 

“Wait a second,” You said, reaching into your purse for the card you had written for Josh. You pulled it out and handed it to him. “It’s just a little note, that’s all,” you told him with a little shrug. “I saved the present for your actual birthday, don’t hate me,” you grinned. 

“You always keep me on my toes, Y/n.” He puckered his lips and kissed the air at you. You watched as he peeled open the envelope, a wide smile growing on both of your faces as he pulled out the contents; except, what he pulled out did not look familiar. There were what looked like pictures, and a piece of paper that wasn’t the blue color of what you put inside. 

“Wait,” you said out loud, taking a step forward as he began to read whatever was inside. “That’s not–” you started again, confusion furrowing your brows together. He looked up at you, his smile fading, and his eyes darkening with hurt, confusion, and the one emotion that you’d dreaded since the beginning. Betrayal. 

The room was dead quiet, save for the afternoon breeze that wafted through the tent, ruffling grass and the leaves of nearby trees. “Josh, it’s not–that’s not what it–” You tried, your eyes flooding with painful tears. He looked at you–through you. If you could have, you would have disappeared like ash in the wind–but that was a self-indulgent thought. It was true that you had kept something huge from Josh, and now you’d pay for it. 

You watched with horror as a single crystalline tear rolled down his cheek, his eyes flooded with emotion. He numbly lifted his gaze to the crowd beyond and shook his head ‘no,’ and placed the card on the table and walked off silently. You didn’t understand the interaction, but decided to run after him. 

“Josh, really. It’s not Y/n’s fault. She has a stal–” Danny started, stepping forward in your defense. Josh turned suddenly. 

“You fucking knew, too?” He spat. “You know what? Fuck you both. Don’t fucking talk to me, and don’t come find me, either.” 

You sniffled harshly in a helpless attempt to pull yourself together in front of so many other partygoers. Looking at his friends and family burned a hole through you so deep and wide, that there wouldn’t be much to save coming out of it. There was nowhere for you to go, and you didn’t have your car, either. You’d kick yourself later for that. So many eyes followed you as you trudged away in whatever direction that would take you far enough away from this awful, awful place. Sam and Jake stood wide-eyed for a long moment before running off after their brother, leaving the rest of the crowd to disperse. 

“Y/n,” Danny called from across the field, but you couldn’t hear him–wouldn’t. You turned off every thought and feeling, shutting down as you sauntered through the open field. It was quite beautiful, the scene in front of you; wildflowers swayed in the spring breeze, and flitting hummingbirds hovered upon their delicate petals. It should have been a beautiful day, and now that the sun was beating down on the lush landscape, you hated everything about it. Tears flooded your eyes, and in the moment you could have laughed at the pathetic display.

“Hey!” Danny said finally, having jogged behind you to catch up. Pulling on your elbow, he spun you around to look at you. “Hey. Where are you going?”

“Where does it look like, Danny? I don’t fucking know. I don’t know where to go,” you said, finally letting yourself fall apart, your body wracking with heavy sobs. Despite the terrible circumstance, and the risk that Danny faced with his brother and family, he took the final step forward, letting you dissolve into his embrace, his arms wrapping firmly around you. 

“Let me take you home. You can stay with me for a few days,” Danny said, kissing the top of your head. You sniffled and nodded, feeling your muscles aching from the overexertion of emotion. “Come on,” he said, turning you toward the gravel parking lot, his arm supported across your back, holding you close as you both walked away from the destruction that was left in your path.

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End of Part 3.

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Strong.

Part 2 of Half of my heart!

Obanai Iguro x Female Reader

Warnings: horrible grammar? Haha

Summary: things finally were coming together.

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‘My hands, your hands
Tied up like two ships
Drifting, weightless
Waves trying to break it
I'd do anything to save it
Why is it so hard to say it?’

‘I’m so sorry Y/N, I can’t come home yet. The only way I can come home is if I kill Muzan, and finally purify my blood.’

It was time.

Demon Slayer Corps successful took down Muzan and the rest of the upper moons with no casualties. It was a miracle.

Y/N started to get worried when a week had passed after the final battle, where was he?

He promised.

After asking Tengen and his wives to pick your up after school and watch over him, you had rushed home to pack a small bag. Just enough for a day trip.

He promised though.

Swinging the door open, nearly rushing out, a familiar black and white stripped hoari caught your eyes, bringing you to a full halt. Your eyes shot up, and you swore you thought you were gunna faint. You locked eyes with those familiar yellow and turquoise eyes; and your knees buckled. Before they gave out, you leaned your hip and body weight on the side of the door frame.

He kept his promise.

You got some overwhelmed with emotions, you started crying as you regained your posture. Was this real? Or were you dreaming?

You weren’t emotional often, but fuck you were a fool for the serpent Hashira. This is four YEARS into the making, for this very moment. Subconsciously, you closed the gap between the two of you, bringing your hands up to his face. You thought your heart was going to burst out of you chest. Your palms were embarrassing sweaty as you cupped his cheeks, letting out the softest joy of laugh ‘He’s really here…’

Obanai had always been hesitant and awkward with affection, so when he didn’t go to touch or embrace you, it didn’t bother you. Though the instant you set your hands on his face over his bandages, he dropped his luggage bag, he instantly leaned into your touch as his beautiful unique eyes were locked on yours. Your eyes were so breathtaking and beautiful as he remembered.

The unfamiliar feeling of warm and fuzziness ran through his body when you moved in close, pressing your lips on his bandages, where his lips would be, for a couple seconds before pulling back with the biggest smile he’s ever seen “Welcome home baby.”

Welcome home baby. Between those words and the fact that you were so loving towards him, even with the new scars nasty on his face, he felt he was on cloud nine.

“I’m so sorry that it took this long,” he started with that look of disappointment and shame in his eyes that unfortunately was common to you. “Even though Muzan is gone, a part of me still feels like I shouldn’t be here, that I don’t deserve this. Not with everything I’ve put you through. I feel like I’m still a disgrace.” The feelings he had about his past still very much existed for the now former Hashira, and it continues to break your heart.

He had been through so much not only the first twelve years of his life, but in general. He was a man of insecurities, self doubt, and self hate. You wanted to help change that.

“I understand baby, I promised that I’d wait a hundred years for you if that’s how long it took. As for you still have those feelings, over time they’ll go away,” your gentle words brought him to tears, and you never saw him shed a tear. “But it’ll take time, and for you to forgive yourself. It starts with you. I’ve forgiven you the moment our little boy was born,” you gently brushed your thumbs across the bandages and whispered “You were never a disgrace, and you still will never be one. You’ve saved hundreds of lives! Probably even thousands! If you’re anything, you’re a hero baby.

“You deserve to be happy again, to be with the ones that you love, to finally live your life. How you want.”

Your words gave him strength to finally touch you, he engulfed you into his arms, hugging you so tight that it was slightly difficult to breathe.

‘My heart, your heart
Sit tight like bookends
Pages between us
Written with no end
So many words we're not saying
Don't wanna wait till it's gone
You make me strong’

“Do you trust me?” Your question had him taken him by surprise but he didn’t hesitate to answer “With my life.”

Your brain went a little mushy thinking that was super cute of him to say, you blushed before picking up his luggage bag with one hand as you tugged for him to follow you into your home. You brought him to you-now your guys bedroom, set his luggage down in front of your-now his as well drawers before you closed the sliding doors.

“Wait, where’s Kaburamaru?” You couldn’t believe you almost forgot.

A soft muffled chuckle left Obanais lips at your concern “He’s in the trees in front, he wanted to give us…privacy.”

“Oh how considerate!”

‘I'm sorry if I say I need you
But I don't care, I'm not scared of love
'Cause when I'm not with you, I'm weaker
Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong?
That you make me strong’

Four years. Fours years since the two of you were this close. You lead him to the edge of the bed, your fingers running through his hair, brushing it the stains out of his face. You nudged his legs to open so you placed yourself in the middle of them, securing all space between the two of you as you bent down, kissing all his scars.

His hands flumbed with your kimono as his eyes were glued onto your face. Your kisses were so soft, lingering, and tiniest bit wet as you kissed what seemed like ever inch of his face. Untying your kimono, he pushed the fabric off your shoulders, and with a soft thud, you were half naked in front him. Unable to break away from your gaze, his hands find your waist, giving the soft skin squeezes here and there.

Your fingers found their way behind his head, slowly untying his bandages, unwrapping the rest of his face. You pecked the top of his nose saying “So handsome,” as you gently tossed the bandages behind him, continuing on with your attack with kisses.

Feeling you kissing the corner of his lips, Obanai felt like he was gunna faint from such affection. It wasn’t the first time that you kissed his scars or called him handsome, but he felt his face get hot and flustered as his hands grip your hips. Once you’ve layered so many kisses on his face, you pull back, your hands trailing down to unbutton his top.

The way your hair fell over your shoulders, surrounding you and the Serpents Hashiras, made it that more easier for him to look at your pumped lip that you currently had dragged underneath your teeth. Oh god he was always weak when you bit your lip like that, got him so turned on. Your clumsy fingers were struggling to undress him, though it’s not like you always were undressing someone. He was the last person you had been with.

You were just as breathtaking as the last time you two were intimate.

Feeling his eyes glued to your face, you nervous chuckled as you looked into his eyes for a moment before getting the last button undone. “There…” you breathed as you pushed off his top along with haori, and your expression never changed. Never once to the battle scars he had endured. Scars never once bothered you, you told him they were simply art, and behind all art, there was always a story.

Of course you had your own fair share of them, but Obanais scars didn’t scare or make you disgusted. If they made you feel anything, just a feeling of unease that he had endured so much pain at a young age.

She smiled so brightly at him saying “I’m sorry if I say that I need you Obanai.”

‘Think of how much
Love that's been wasted
People always
Trying to escape it
Move on to stop their heart breaking
But there's nothing I'm running from
You make me strong’

The both of you crash on the bed, catching your breaths after the two of you were coming down from your climaxes. You sat up on your elbow, leaning over to lay kisses back on his face with the cutest giggles. You were so happy to have him home, it was like a part of you came back. Whatever doubts you ever had, immediately disappeared with Obanai.

“Y/N?” His whisper was so soft as his hand cupped your cheek, “Hmmmm?”

Oh, the way your eyes lit up as you gave him your undivided attention, and that same bright smile of yours that made him fall in love with you when he first met you. Wow, how he’s missed this. Just when he couldn’t fall harder, he did.

“I love you so much,” your eyes turned ever to loving, finally hearing those words leave his word rather written in a letter than his crow delivered to you. “Marry me, so I can finally be the man you deserve. I promise I will make up my absence for the rest of our lives.”

Lost for words, you were cheesing as you nodded as the words came back to you “Oh baby I love you too, and of course I’ll marry you and make you the happiest man ever!”

“I already am,” he admitted gently against her lips as he combed back her hair.

oh shit this was really happening. Things finally working out for you and your son.

“Alright,” you sat up, stretching out a bit before giving him the softest and loving kiss, “come, I’m going to start a bath for us, there’s someone important you have to meet.”

Someone important you have to meet, those words echoed in his head which brought him both joy and a nerve racking feeling. Obanai was scared that his own son would reject him, tell him to stay away, cry and say he hated him.

Even though he deserved it, but his true obstacle wasn’t getting forgiveness for you, but from the spilt image of him.

‘I'm sorry if I say I need you
But I don't care, I'm not scared of love
'Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker
Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong?’

The more you told him that he had nothing to worry about, it leveled out his nerves. He also felt like you made him stronger, not afraid of being himself, of taking chances. A leap of faith. He brought your hand up to his face, kissing your hand through his bandages before you knocked on the door of the Uzui’s home.

‘So, baby, hold on to my heart, ooh
Need you to keep me from falling apart
I'll always hold on
'Cause you make me strong’

“You have eyes like mine! Are you my father? Momma said you were away fighting to protect us from the monsters! Are all the monsters gone?!” The former Hashiras eyes flickered to you, which you have him a cheeky smile. Well, she wasn’t wrong now was she?

Bending down to his son level, he brushed back his sons hair with such love in his eyes, “I am, and yes all the monsters are gone. I can finally be with you two.”

“Momma! Is this true?” He turned back with so much excitement as his mother nodded with a smile “It is my love!”

Before he could say anything, the little boy jumped into his fathers arm, hugging him so tightly saying how much he had been looking for this moment. To meet his father. How happy he was.

‘ I'm sorry if I say I need you
But I don't care, I'm not scared of love
'Cause when I'm not with you, I'm weaker
Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong?’

Love. Obanai Iguro had never felt so much love in his entire life until he could come

home. Until he could be with his family, to be with his son who didn’t fear or hate him.

“You’re not scared?” The little boy brought his hand up, touching all of his fathers scars, especially tracing his fingers in the ones at the corner of his lips.

The little boy shook his head “No, momma said scars are like art! A story behind each one!”

If his heart hadn’t melt before, it definitely didn’t right there in that moment. There wasn’t an ounce of fear or disgust in your sons eyes. Just amazed and intrigued by them. The same exact way his sons mother looked at him. With so much love.

‘I'm sorry if I say I need you
But I don't care, I'm not scared of love
'Cause when I'm not with you, I'm weaker
Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong?
That you make me strong’

“Hey,” Obanai nudged his nose against your cheek as his hand caress across your round belly. It was spring time, and you guys watched Obanais minion with Kaburamaru up on his shoulder. You couldn’t help yourself get comfortable and drift off when your husband was calling for your attention. When you turned your head, he thought your droopy sleepy eyes were so adorable “I just wanted to remind you, you two make me so happy, that because if you, you make strong.”

‘I'm sorry if I say I need you
But I don't care, I'm not scared of love
'Cause when I'm not with you, I'm weaker
Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong?
That you make me strong’

Nothing made you more happy than finally being Obanai’s wife, and have a chance to have another baby, but with him along your side this time around. However, for Obanai, love and happiness surrounded for rest of his life…fulfilling those promises he made to you many years ago.

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😭 I can’t, so much cuteness overload! Special shout-out to @unofficialmuilover for assisting me with the whole thing, song and plot and everything! I hope you all enjoyed!