#trying something i normally wouldn't with it

[yourstrulyrani]

thinking about simon riley and how he gets worried when he gets his labs back from medic!reader:

"Bloody hell, Doc. You could include this in my dossier if you wanted."

You let out a chuckle at his words when you saw him skim through his blood work, a whole packet worth of vital information, from the number of red and white blood cells he has, a basic metabolic panel, and so much more. He skims through the information, every row a new test and labeled with a green "normal" on each one.

Until he reached one of the rows: testosterone.

A red "above average" was next to his testosterone count and you could see the panic in the man's eyes but you didn't know what caused it. You decided to let him speak up about it.

"Hey, doc?" You could see the stress manifest into a physical form the way you saw his thumbs clutch the packet of paper tighter, causing the paper to crease upwards in submission at his grip.

"Yeah, Ghost?" You turn around, your body language evident that you are all ears for what he has to say next.

Ghost had to collect himself before bringing this up. He knows this hormone is a normal thing in males, but why is his so abnormally high? He clears his throat before speaking up, "My testosterone," he pans the packet to face you now, "the lab says it's quite high. That's not normal."

"For you, it is."

The man's eyes squinted behind the mask.

"What? It says 'above normal' right..." he points to the row with a gloved finger, "there. What do you mean for me it's normal?"

You walk closer to him, gently taking the packet out of his tight grip. You turn around and sit next to him, and because of the height difference, Ghost noticed the way your shoulder grazed his bicep.

"It's normal for you because of your muscle mass, sir." You point to his muscle mass percentage. "More muscle means more testosterone in the body. Testosterone helps to support your body in maintaining the amount of muscle you have. If you had a man's average amount of testosterone, you wouldn't be built like a tank."

Ghost snickers at the last remark. "I'm a tank now, Doc?"

"Have you seen yourself, sir?" You scoff. You point to his weight on the paper, "Your muscle mass is also why you're technically obese. You're 6'4 and 250 pounds. But nothing to be worried about. You have more muscle than fat, and muscle weighs more. So I can assure you, you're perfectly healthy."

Ghost at the moment thought the way you nerded out on all of these medical technicalities was quite hot. You were smart, he always knew that. But it was something about the way you were talking in person about all this health and medical stuff that got to him. It didn't help either that you looked even more professional with a white lab coat and scrubs on. You adjusted the glasses on your nose while you looked down at his labs and Ghost swore he felt six inches of some of his muscle and fat twitch.

"Perfectly healthy, Doc?" He repeats your words.

"Perfectly." You skim over the paper once more. "If anything, you have the highest muscle mass and testosterone in the task force."

Ghost felt his pride swell at that statement. Not only did you say he was perfectly healthy, but you basically just called him the most ripped out of all the guys?

"I'm trying to be modest abou' this whole thing you know. You're not helping." He replies sarcastically and you giggled, throwing your head back a little. "I'm serious."

"Well you can thank your hard work on missions and the extra hours at the gym." You nudged his arm with your shoulder, causing Ghost to tense at the sudden contact but he surely didn't mind. The cute little medic that works for the task force just touched him, how could he possibly complain about that?

After that encounter, Simon took no time in bragging about his "abnormally high" testosterone and "obese" weight to the group chat that consisted of him, Price, Gaz, and Johnny.

He sent a picture of his labs with the message: "Not only did Ms. Medic tell me I'm built like a tank but told me I'm more of a man than you all can ever be ;)."

Johnny replied with, "You mean "the missus"?"

Gaz replied with, "You better snag her before I do, Simon. I didn't see a ring on her finger last visit."

Price replied with, "It's only because of my age, you know. If I were in my prime I would have more testosterone and muscle mass than all of you combined."

(lol i love these men)

~ yours truly, rani ♥︎

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SO WHY DO GOOD GIRLS LIKE BAD GUYS ?! - the biker's route ☆ !

synopsis : leather jackets, motorcycles, a nasty attitude—and a smart ass mouth !! but it's just somethin' about him, y'know ??

an. route 3 is here after making yall wait !!! sorry yall exams r comin up but i hope yall enjoy this part >_<!! also i make a sneaky lil aphmau reference his here bc im very unfunny, enjoy!

when you wake up today, it takes you about 5 minutes to actually get up.

you look to your left and your right, half expecting to be met with another katsuki; maybe this one would be a merman or something?! and yet, nothing.

so you stare at your ceiling and wait. maybe this one will come blast through your bedroom wall like the dragon again..!

nothing, nothing and a whole lotta nothing.

so you finally decide to get up and start your day, things were actually back to normal today. you decide to ignore the slightest twinge of disappointment in your gut but you cheer up a bit when you remember the study date your boyfriend had not so graciously promised you.

you're just about done dressing up, about to tie your uniform tie when there's a knock on your door. katsuki is here to pick you up (despite saying he wouldn't anymore like two days ago, typical.) early and on time as usual, or maybe just a bit too early.

"coming !" you call out, pulling up your socks to line them up comfortably, hobbling towards the door to let your boyfriend in.

you swing the door open, already anticipating to be met with your boyfriend, "you're here ear..ly ?"

you stand corrected, it is him. no horns, no ears or tails..but still...a bit different.

first of all, he's not wearing his uniform, no book bag either. instead he's decked out in a black leather biker jacket, baggy black ripped jeans and silver jewellery around his neck, you catch some rings (and bandages) on his fingers when he reaches up to place a hand against his neck, groaning when it pops. and black combat boots. basically, the whole nine yards for a school day.

"oh." is all you can say, part impressed and partly, mostly, confused.

"thought you were gonna keep me waitin' forever." katsuki said, and shifting his weight from one foot to the other. he leans in, tugging you forward by your tie to finish tying it for you.

"wha—i—you just got here." you stuttered "and also, not that i mind, but shouldn't you get dressed for class ?"

your boyfriend looks you up and down, tightly pulling the knot of your tie up properly. you can't help but feel a bit shy at how he's so openly scanning over you.

"nah, fuck that." he shrugs.

okay, now this was strange.

your katsuki with the perfect grades, the stickler, the secret goodie two shoes with perfect attendance wants to skip class?? something was very wrong.

he stands back like nothing happened, shoving his hands in his pockets "anyway, you ready to get outta here or what ?"

"huh ? where are we going ?"

"wherever we wanna, you got anything in mind ?" and he's already turning around, grabbing you by the arm with a smirk.

huh ?

"...is something—"

you can't even finish your question before you hear your name being called loudly, by katsuki. your katsuki, ready for school, book bag and everything just on time to pick you up.

ah, you knew he'd gotten here too damn early.

"dude, this is so creepy."

"how'd this even happen ?!"

"i wonder what type of quirk did this...."

you can catch the beginning of midoriya starting up on his nerdy rambling before sighing. you try tuning your classmates out with a sigh and turn your music up louder in your earbuds.

your homeroom teacher, who had clearly had enough of the surge of bakugou's appearing before him, had allowed this new edgy katsuki (as denki called him, somehow it managed to stick) to attend class. he looked normal enough and didn't look like he'd cause too much trouble, as long as he was attended to, that attendant being you, of course.

"there's another one ?!" you hear mineta cry, surely still traumatised from his experience with the wolfish katsuki almost having him as his early morning snack. the thought makes you laugh. you turn to look at the crowd of your classmates gathered around the twin katsuki's.

kaminari is the first to try and cause mischief, taking his chances since your homeroom teacher was taking a while, and had started a "spot the real bakugou!" contest. the contest was a bit flawed since they were both convinced they were the real original, but you decide not to step in on their fun. (and you have to admit it was a bit entertaining.)

"okay, everyone quiet down please! let's get back on track! " kaminari bellowed, wrapping his hands around his mouth to project his voice.

"gentlemen, whoever can answer this next question will receive..." he sings, drumming his hands on his desk in anticipation, neither katsuki's seem very amused.

kaminari jumps up, dramatically revealing a snickers bar "ta-daaaaa!! a free snickers bar from yours truly! though it's been sitting in my bag for a couple days.." he mutters quietly.

"i don't want that shit." both katsuki's say at the same time.

your entire class errupts into laughter and chaos. you shake your head in amusement and decide to scoot a bit closer to keep listening.

"um..could i request a question ?" midoriya pipes up, raising a hand.

"mister midoriya wishes to request a question ! what do you say, kacchan ?" kaminari the announcer encourages.

"fuck off, nerd!" both katsuki's say again, it's really starting to look like some kind of circus act now. you can't help but laugh along with your classmates.

"midoriya, you have the floor." kaminari giggles, leaning his makeshift fist microphone to your green-haired friends lips.

"how do you feel about having a clone of you ? is it scary ? do you feel connected in a way ? is it—"

kaminari interrupts before midoriya can go full blown geek "please, keep the questions to a minimum, sir !" he energetically spins back around, his chair squeaking loudly as he turns back to your boyfriend and edgysuki. "well, your response ?"

your boyfriend pipes up first with a scoff "like i care, i'm not scared of shit, let alone this dickbag. and no, i don't feel connected to this creep—don't ask me these weird fuckin' questions !"

your boyfriend almost takes this like a real interview, yelling at his childhood friend but diligently staying close to kaminari's fist like it was an actual mic. edgy katsuki seems to think the most important part had been said and doesn't add anything else, although once he spots you in the 'crowd', he makes sure to keep his eyes fixed on you. you quickly look away, your ears burn when you hear him chuckle.

soon after his response your classmates pipe up with more and more questions "oh, oh me ! i have a question !" and "can i go next ?!"s sound inside your class. you're just about to request a random question when sero beats you to it. you kick your legs excitedly, knowing he was always the first one to mess with your boyfriend.

"my question's for both the baku's, actually." he drawls, smirking lazily. he leans back in his chair like he knows he's about to start some shit.

"out of the both of you; who do you think likes yn the most ?"

....

huh.

"wha.." you wheeze, the noise stays stuck in your throat . you feel your ears burn, and it's most definitely intensified by the chorus of "ooooo's" overtaking your class. your class rep tries to save the situation, stating it was surely against the rules to ask such an inappropriate question. you nod to him in appreciation.

"i checked the rule book and this type of question is totally fine actually !" kaminari says.

"what rulebook ?!" you pipe up, embarrassed.

he grins at you, pointing to himself "this rulebook."

fuck, you should've seen that one coming.

"now, an answer if you may..." kaminari snickered bouncing on his chair excitedly, barely able to keep his excitement in check.

your boyfriend's eyes flit to you, likely sensing your embarrassment, his ears turn pink and he scoffs. crossing his arms and readjusting in his chair he grumbles. "this is stupid. m'not answerin' that—"

"—i do, obviously."

....

silence. pure silence after the other katsuki speaks.

"i obviously like her more." he repeats, this time making sure he looks at you while he speaks. he's so sure of himself, arms crossed as well and leaned back so casually with a smirk panting his face.

"...hah?" your boyfriend growls in warning "the fuck you just say..?"

"you got a hearin' problem or somethin' ? quit making me repeat myself, dick cheese." the other katsuki sneers back.

"ya think you like my girl more than me, jackass ?!"

"i know i like my girl more than some extra, shit stain!"

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLIN' AN EXTRA, YOU PIECE OF SHIT ?!"

"WHO ELSE WOULD I BE TALKIN' TO BUT YOU, YOU FUCKING MORON ?!"

it's chaos. shouting and howling and absolute chaos. but before things can break out into an all out fist fight, your homeroom teacher finally walks in. barely sparing any of you a glance and setting up his sleeping bag on the floor. until—

"you better all get in your seats by the time i'm finished or so help me..."

you have never moved faster in your life. you're sure you unlocked a hyper speed quirk with the way you zoomed back to your seat, head fixed down on your desk. your homeroom teacher sighs in exasperation, introducing the new katsuki you'd all managed to get very familiar in the span of a few minutes. he makes sure to warn you all with a "behave yourselves." kaminari gulps as he feels the teachers eyes very obviously fixed on him.

safe to say the lesson goes on without a hitch, everyone afraid to breath a little too loud.

you quietly scribbling in your notebook. you hope your teacher can't hear the way your heart hammers against your ribs.

you'd managed to survive your class day under the watchful eye of three people;

mister aizawa, who was already in a bad mood from your earlier predicament with your classmates.

your boyfriend who kept glancing back at you...

...probably because of the third hawk carefully watching you, bad boysuki,( or should you probably call him bullysuki) who was very subtle in chucking paper balls at you while the teachers were looking away. the entire day.

he was seated behind you in the back of the classroom, which gave him plenty of opportunities to kick the back of your chair and look oh, so innocent when you turned around to glare at him. during present mic's english class, he'd dropped his pencil inside the collar of your shirt and barely covered his snort when you shrieked in surprise.

truly, a fucking nuisance. too bad for him, you'd been dating said nuisance for more than a year now and this couldn't phase you in the least.

—before you can reach for your bag, you're brought out of your thoughts by katsuki, the all black one, snatching your bag and throwing it behind his shoulder casually. "you ready to blow this joint or what ?"

"i'm not blowing anything with you, jerk. m'starting to think being insufferable is how you breathe."

"aww. you mad at me, sweetheart ?" he coos, leaning down closer to you. you try not to show your surprise, curling your lip up and rolling your eyes at him. his eyes flit down to your mouth for a short moment. "m'just messin' with you a bit. s'all in good fun."

"it's not funny if you're the only one laughing." you counter. he rolls his eyes playfully. pulling you closer by your arm and leaning in way closer than he needed to.

"fine, s'my bad or whatever. how bout i make it up to you by takin' you out, hm ? got someplace in mind ?"

before you can speak, you're interrupted by your boyfriend snatching you back, causing a surprised noise to clog in your throat.

"she's not going anywhere with you, weirdo." katsuki readjusts his grip on your arm, his palms slightly sweaty. you can already feel he's whole body practically heating up.

bad boy katsuki's smirk is immediately replaced with a scowl, tilting his head back to mean mug your boyfriend. he has a few piercings in his ear too, you notice.

"hah?! s'far as i'm concerned, she hasn't said she was gonna go with anywhere with you."

"she doesn't need to tell you anything. besides, we already have plans. so, fuck. off." katsuki growls, putting extra strain on the fact you and him had a study session planned. the other katsuki doesn't seem to take the news well, cracking his bandages knuckles with a scowl.

"huh, that reminds me. we got interrupted before i got to kick your ass, huh?"

"if you wanna go all you gotta do is say when, pussy—"

before the both of them could start trading blows in the middle of your classroom, you stretch your arms, putting distance between the both of them and surprising them both.

"okay, boys. let's cut it out and use our big boy words okay ?" you sigh, irritated. "since, apparently, you're both toddlers, how about i call the shots here, yeah ?

i'm not going anywhere with either of you if you can't behave yourselves." you turn to look at edgysuki "i had a study date planned, so i unfortunately won't be going out with you. if you wanna come along, be my guest. i have a test coming up so if you test me, i will fuck your life up."

"and you," you turn back to your boyfriend, who's wide eyes are fixed on you "behave, okay ?" you warn, swatting at his chest. he jumps like the action snapped him out of his trance, and looks away with a scoff.

he grunts in agreement but grumbles about it, "should tell that other bastard that..."

that was more than enough for you. "alright, off we go." you usher the boys towards the hallway. your boyfriend moves with quickness, snatching your hand and pulling you away before the other katsuki can get a word in. while walking though, the other katsuki leans in to whisper hotly in your ear.

"that was hot as hell, sweets."

"be quiet." you whine.

"of course you'd get us kicked out of the library—of course of cou—how could i not have known ?!"

currently, you're trying your best to not lose your mind.

the difference between a half human hybrid katsuki and a shoujo bad boy male lead katsuki ? one was wild and untameable and it was definitely not the one you're thinking of.

you're honestly surprised the fucking wolf and dragon were easier to deal with than a biker jacket wearing delinquent.

it had started..okay ? maybe ? then again with any amount of katsuki's, going from 0 to 100 wasn't a hard task. you think maybe bad boysuki had started teasing you too much for your boyfriends liking. as protective as he was, and it sort of would've been flattering(you've always had a think for the delinquent type, okay ?!) if they hadn't started trying to have a showdown for your affection in the middle of a library.

and with the way they'd acted, it wouldn't be a big surprise if you were banned for life.

"i didn't even do shit but he—"

"he swung at me fi—"

"both of you shut the fuck up or so help me..." you groan, rubbing your temples. "i love both of you very much, unfortunately, but i'm only human and right now i'm having to hold back the very human urge of wringing your necks out like geese !" you shriek.

your boyfriend looks at the ground, kicking the toe of his shoe against some rocks, he never liked getting scolded after all. you'd almost feel bad, almost. (you still feel a little bad.)

"he—"

"quiet."

"yeah, quiet, loser." bad boy pipes up.

"you be quiet, too." you point, eyes wide. "you know what ? do whatever you want. fight to the death in the middle of the road like buffoons all you want, i do not care. do not come talk to me until you figure it out or...!" you splutter, trying to think of a fitting punishment "no smoochies for a month!"

your boyfriend's head shoots up, looking at you like you'd just admitted to torching his precious signed all might card "w-what the hell ?! that's basically only punishment for me!"

"figure. it. out." you conclude, turning your nose up and walking away and ignoring your boyfriends calling out for you. god, it was like dealing with two big baby's, and dealing with one was already more than enough!

but even if you are pissed off, your katsuki does have an extremely kissable face, and you don't know if you could hold up your end of the punishment.

you're sitting in your room now absentmindedly thinking about your predicament, study sheets splayed out around you. when you hear a knock at the door. you quickly get up, eager to leave your notes behind and stretch your legs. you're greeted with bad boy katsuki, looking down at the ground clutching something in his hand.

"you left this in the library..." he mutters, looking away and handing you your pencil case. you blink in surprise—you had no idea that you'd left it—but you manage to keep calm.

you clear your throat before responding "oh, thanks."

"should thank that other guy. he's the one that found it an' told me to bring it to you." he admits "even though i was gonna do it too, fuckin' bastard ordering me around..." he grits out, bitter.

your heart warms, your boyfriend was an idiot after all.

"where is katsuki anyway? well, my katsuki that is."

katsuki scoffs a laugh, finally looking back at you "m'right here, sweetheart."

wow, talk about déjà vu.

"but if you're looking for him he went off somewhere, said i should go see you first or whatever."

you sigh in relief "well, i'm glad you guys managed to get along."

"tch. i ain't getting along with that bastard. don't lump me in with him."

"kinda hard to do considering you are the same perso—."

"yeah, whatever—just—look." he steps closer, walking in your space and closing your door behind you. he backs you up until your knees hit the bed and you slump backwards with an "oof!". he has you where he wants you now. quickly shrugging off his jacket, revealing a tight short sleeved shirt (perfectly accentuating his muscles, mind you) his arms placing themselves on either side of your head. you lay there looking up at him speechless, wide eyed.

"it's stuffy in here. should open a window." he explains, eyes locking with yours.

"right..." you gulp.

"your room's a mess, too."

"okay, you can get it out if it bothers you." you snarked, squinting at him.

his eyes soften and he looks down at you seriously again. "look," he repeats"i don't—i'm not good at shit like this. but..." he looks off to the sound, grumbling. you catch how his ears bleed pink.

"i don't like you being mad..or whatever." he knocks his forehead to yours "...so stop it."

you snort "wow, so smooth." you chuckle when he shifts to shove his head into your shoulder with a quick "shut up."

his hands search and feel around until they get to yours, intertwining them. "don't..." the rest of his sentence is muffled into your shirt. "i can't hear you." you say curiously, he groans loudly.

"s-stop making me say embarrassing shit." he pulls his head out to look at you, your noses bump against each other. his lips oh, so close to yours.

"don't go...thinking that other guy likes you more than i do, got it..? and don't go liking him..more than me..." he trails off. eyes locked to yours, he waits for your response. you swallow harshly. you want to lick your lips, but he's so close you're worried they'll touch.

"well, i like the both of you just the same. so you don't need to worry about that." you say, managing to gather your thoughts you wrap your arms around him to pull him into a hug. he grunts, surprised, but melts into you quickly enough.

"guess that's good enough..." he whispers, pressing a kiss to your neck. he laughs when you squeal in surprise.

"i still like you more than him though."

and then, as soon as you blink, he was gone.

katsuki let's out a high pitched gasp when you surprise him in the common room kitchen, wrapping your arms around him.

"bwu—wh—what the hell?! don't just sneak up on me like that, dumbass !" he splutters, trying to make up from the cute little noise he let out. you giggle, squeezing his waist while he groans. he can't pull you off him as he's doing the dishes and that'd cause one big mess. (and since he's already on thin ice and doesn't wanna get his boyfriend privileges revoked, he'll stick this one out.)

he sighs, defeated "did that fucker fuck off yet ?" he asks.

"potty mouth," you laugh "and yeah, he's gone now. thanks for finding my pencil case for me, by the way."

he reaches to pinch you and you groan at the wet feeling on your skin, wiping your arm on his shirt. " keep having to pick up after your forgetful ass. should be more careful instead of having a hissy fit at me."

"don't start with me right now, katsuki."

he chuckles and shrugs, resigned. "you still mad ?"

"i wasn't anymore, but your little remark just made me re-mad at you."

your boyfriend stiffens and whips back to look at you, frowning. he squints, you squint back. after a heated stare down match he concedes and rolls his eyes.

"...sorry."

"meh. 2 points."

"what the hell?!" he groans, his hands splash around in the water causing soap bubbles to fly. you laugh and lean up to press a kiss to his lips. his mouth closes abruptly, surprise filling his features.

"well, i won't be taking away your smoochie privileges, at least."

"don't sneak up on me like that.." he scowls "and you better not. would've become your worst fuckin' nightmare till you gave in."

you snort "yeah, right. more like you'd become the whiniest baby."

"fuck off." he scoffs.

you giggle to yourself quietly. swaying lightly as your boyfriend silently does his job, the clinking of the dishes filling in the silence.

until katsuki decides to speak up. "hey."

"hm?"

"love ya."

your heart jumps, looking up at him as he keeps his back to you. your face heats and katsuki shows no sign of being bothered by your silence, if only the way he slows down just slightly in his washing.

smiling, you press a kiss to his back "i love you, too."

he stands straighter, almost electrocuted by your words. he huffs, shifting on his feet.

"hmph...i win, then."

curious, you look up at him again "what are you talking about ?"

he finally looks back at you, a feral grin forms on his face "that face stealing bastard can like ya all he wants, but i still love you more!" he snickers evilly.

your boyfriend was, truly, the biggest idiot.

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NRC Staff with Pregnant Yuu!

Suggestion from @donanimee

Okay, first things first, the odd man out we all hate: CROWLEY.

Now, to be fair, I don't think Crowley would be as bad to a clearly pregnant Yuu as he would to a normal student. Sure, he's still extremely negligent and utterly unaccountable, but he wouldn't give Yuu the same responsibilities (just to maintain the appearance of "someone kind helping a poor woman in a vulnerable moment").

Their interactions remain the same, though Crowley strikes me as the kind of person who treats pregnant women like big babies or as if they're dangerous due to hormones (and yes, he'll use the hormones excuse constantly), especially when Yuu gets mad at him and tries to demand answers. His response? Talking to her like she's a baby in the most frustrating way possible.

If Yuu is especially emotional (again, pregnancy hormones are no joke), Crowley will awkwardly try to comfort her, but he doesn't do much else to support her. Things like doctors, appointments, or clothes will have to be handled by Yuu. 2/10, don't ask for his help, it's the same as nothing.

Sam, on the other hand, is someone Yuu interacts with most often, whether it's for grocery shopping or just when she needs something from her shop. If Yuu goes to Sam's shop alone, he usually accompanies her to Ramshakle and helps her with her shopping (with the help of the shadows, of course). After all, he can't let one of his favorite customers hurt her back.

Sam also tends to "conveniently" have things on sale when Yuu comes shopping, things that make her life easier, ESPECIALLY if Yuu is short on money. Sam is more empathetic towards a pregnant Yuu, and therefore she has better opportunities to negotiate better prices with Sam.

If Yuu needs help with anything, she can ask Sam for help. With ANYTHING, she can ask for things like baby supplies, maternity clothes, etc. Think of it as an investment, free of charge. 8/10, recommended, but he's not available all the time.

VARGAS OH MY GOD. He does a complete 180-degree turn in his attitude toward Yuu compared to how he treats the other students. While the first-years have to do exercises worthy of Spartan warriors, Yuu does basic gymnastics. Yuu even ends up learning several Lamaze exercises thanks to Vargas! It's almost envious that Yuu can skip the hellish exercises, but Vargas doesn't seem to mind.

Even if Vargas isn't the smartest, he's someone who believes men should help women, especially pregnant ones! So he acts like a stereotypical gentleman with Yuu, opening doors, carrying heavy things, etc. And he urges the other students to do the same (if anyone causes Yuu any trouble, that means more hellish exercises).

Definitely helpful and very motivating, 10/10.

Trein is the one who most reproaches Crowley for his neglect of Yuu when he finds out about her pregnancy. His paternal instincts kick in, and he becomes Yuu's main emotional support. Trein can't imagine what it must be like to have a baby far from home, in an unfamiliar place, without your family to help you—it's almost a nightmare. And he won't let Yuu fall into despair.

Trein often comes to Ramshakle to check on Yuu, sometimes bringing food, sometimes even repairing some things in the dorm. If Yuu is in college or some higher education, Trein can give her some private lessons, and generally be there for Yuu when things get... dark. Yuu can afford to be more honest with Trein; he understands her fears and frustrations better than anyone, and he can reassure her that her emotions are valid and that everything will be okay.

Trein can lend her various things for the baby! he still keeps several things from when his daughters were little girls/babies; he could even give her a crib. Yuu could trust him with her baby any day. 10/10, highly recommended, just two parents who understand each other.

Last but not least: Crewel. He's much less demanding with Yuu, even turning a blind eye if he sees her struggling with the subject. Considering that Crewel's class is prone to...accidents, it's likely that even Divus implements some extra safety measures, especially as Yuu's pregnancy progresses. At some point, he even gives her a free pass to skip class and send him her homework from home, it's not worth the risk of Yuu and the baby getting hurt during class.

Did you see how he calls all the students Pup or Puppy? Well, he likes to call Yuu Top Dog! (This applies to all Yuu!Parents), he definitely thinks her diligence and motherly attitude toward the students is adorable, so he tends to go easy on her. Along with Vil, he's one of the ones who takes Yuu shopping for things like pretty maternity dresses (or comfortable shoes).

Yuu is one of the few students who has access to the potions cabinet in case she feels particularly ill due to pregnancy hormones (backache, headaches, vomiting, stomach aches, etc.). 10/10.

Conclusion: Ask any adult in this school for help, as long as it's not Crowley.

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[l1tw1ck]

Anaxa's Strange Research Project

Bottom!Omega!FTM Anaxagoras x Top!Alpha!Masc Reader

🧪 Word Count: 1,604 🧪

AFAB Language Used | [Series]

CW: Dubious Consent, Squirting, Womb Fucking, Creampie, Riding, Sexual Overstimulation

When Anaxagoras first met you, he instantly became obsessed. Your scent was far more interesting and pleasant than the scent of any other person he’s ever met. Just holding something that belongs to you makes him tremble and before he knew it, he ended up stealing everything with your scent.

He was extremely interested in figuring out what makes it so addicting. He even went against his better judgment and allowed you access into his laboratory. The moment you asked him about it, he crumbled. How could he say no?

It's somewhat normal for an omega to get like this over an alpha’s scent, but Anaxa’s a beta. Betas can identify the unique scents of others but they don't feel much from it and they definitely don't react like this. To the point where he's acting entirely out of character. So of course he has to investigate.

A rumor started to make its rounds in the grove.

Anaxa has an obsession with making betas smell his strange experiments.

It’s made his reputation worse…to say the least. None of the betas have had the same reaction to your scent, so the lack of progress and the strange premise makes for fun lunch discussions. Then he brought in omegas and alphas. But strangely enough, no one could identify the scent as yours. In fact, they could barely smell it at all. No one knows he’s experimenting with a person’s scent, which makes the rumors all the more bizarre and exaggerated. Sometime after the rumors reached their peak, he gave up on including others in his experiment, solely due to the lack of results.

The isolation gave him the chance to finally achieve real results in his study. Since he’s no longer forced to accommodate others in a public lab, his private laboratory became akin to an omega’s nest. Your scent has dominated his entire being, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it's made him inebriated.

“Anaxa–” You huff, your hands gripping his waist.

Anaxa twitches, your cock pressing against his cervix. He presses his hands against the table. You pull back before gently hitting it again. “‘S not possible-” He moans as your hand strokes his t-dick.

“I can't try?” You manage to grind your tip against it.

Anaxa laughs. “Not even omegas can take it that deep, pervert.”

You growl in frustration. Arousal runs down Anaxa’s spine. He loves the sounds you make. You're like his perverted little puppy. “Humph.” You reach over to his face and stick your fingers in his mouth. Anaxa’s eye widens as you hit his cervix repeatedly. His toes and fingers curl, his lashes flickering erotically. It hurts, but in a good way.

Anaxa moans as his cervix opens up for you. Your cock quickly—

“Huh-” Anaxa jolts awake, drool dribbling down from his chin. He sits up and sighs. The ink on his notebook is bleeding on the paper. His ears turn red as he recalls his dream.

He can't keep dancing around it anymore. He likes you. He craves you.

He stands up and pulls off the shirt he stole from you. He pauses. Then he looks down.

“What is…” He presses his index finger against the mysterious emerald colored tattoo on his pelvis. He moans, his legs giving out. He keeps touching it out of curiosity. He stares at the design. It looks similar to that old myth. “Oh shit.” He swears. The word sounds unnatural coming out of his mouth. It’s not that he's against cursing, he just doesn't see any reason to embellish his words with profanity. He can get his point across just fine without them. But if he's understanding this correctly, this situation is definitely deserving of such language.

There was an old myth about two soulmates, forcibly drawn together by a mystical spirit of love and lust. It was an impatient entity and the couple weren't making any progress at all. They hadn't even realized their feelings for each other yet. So it pushed them together, gave them a reason to finally be together.

It was a strange myth, he didn't care much for it. There are a lot of real but rare occurrences misunderstood as mere myths in Amphoreus, but he never would've guessed this would be one of them.

Anaxa whimpers, his nose stuffed in your boxers and his hands stuffed in his boxers. He's only wearing his collared shirt and underwear. He moans your name and coincidentally, you arrive. His briefs are soaking wet with his slick.

He jumps at the sound of knocking. He can tell it's you by your scent, even though the room is full of it, he can still tell it's you. Besides, no one else is brave enough to step even 5 feet close to his lab. He quickly gets up and rushes to the door. His head feels a little more clear now that he's standing up, although his legs are very wobbly.

“A—” You start to say his name but pause, instantly recognizing your own scent. “Wh-”

Anaxa grabs your shirt and leans into your neck, taking in your fresh scent. You try to push him off you but he doesn't budge. You know it wouldn't be good if anyone walked past and saw this, even if it would be from 10 feet away, so you pick him up and close the door behind you.

“What's going on?” You ask, setting him down on the pile of your clothes, the only place he can sit comfortably. You’ve been wondering where all your things went and while you did feel suspicious hearing the chatter of his old test subjects, you still felt doubt. The only reason you're here now, is to make sure he's okay since nobody's seen him in over a week. He has many moments like this, but your gut was telling you to check up on him.

“You smell so good..” Anaxa stands up and reaches for you, tripping over the messy floor and knocking you to the ground. At least your clothes are here to soften your fall. Your heart races as you watch Anaxa adjust his body, his clothed cunt pressing against your jeans. He leans into your neck. His hand slithers down to undress you. You shudder at the sensation caused by his tongue dragging along your skin.

“Aren't you—” Your breath hitches as he finally reaches the treasure he’s been digging for from underneath the layers of your clothing. Your cock twitches with joy from being touched by another person. His pheromones finally infect your brain, your hesitation washing away with each lick to your skin. “Anaxa–” You groan as he starts to jerk you off.

As your pheromones become stronger, his mental stability weakens. He's still himself, but with far less rationality. He shakily moves himself upright, then removes his shirt. Your eyes widen at the sight of his erotic tattoo.

“You…” Anaxa murmurs, grabbing your wrist and bringing it close to his tattoo. He squirms as your fingers run along the emerald ink. Your hand glides down to the band of his underwear, ripping it apart effortlessly. “You really are an alpha.” He says, as if he ever truly doubted that.

Your head spins just from seeing his pussy. His t-cock pokes out from his untrimmed hairs. He lifts himself up, allowing you to really see it. You don't realize you're drooling as you watch him sink down onto your length. “Fuck~” He moans.

You don't think you've ever heard him swear before.

“My insides–” He forces himself further down your length. “Are stretching for you~”

Seeing the bulge appearing in his stomach triggers your orgasm. He shivers and licks his lips. He doesn't stop though, he keeps going.

“Hah–” He can feel your cock against his cervix but you're not fully inside yet. His tattoo is glowing, like it's telling you to go further. Your hands move faster than your thoughts, reaching for Anaxa’s waist. You lift him up before roughly slamming him down, his cervix opening itself up for you. Anaxa cries out in pleasure as he squirts. “I…I’m really yours..” He mutters.

You shiver. “Mine.”

Anaxa starts riding you. “You're so deep inside me~” He moans your name. “Fuck, I think I’m gonna get addicted to this~”

Your cock twitches from his words. He presses his fingers against his tattoo, his pussy flexing around your length. He lets out a breathy curse. He's overloading his senses and yet he's still moving vigorously. He whines in both pain and pleasure. It's the perfect amount of pain. “You're huge~” He stops for a moment, taking in all the sensory input.

Your heart pounds aggressively as you salivate like a dog. You watch as his chest rises and falls, as your combined fluids trickle down your cock. He slowly grinds on you, his mouth hanging open.

You grab his waist and swiftly change positions. The way he looks right now, the way his hair slightly splays out onto the pile of your clothes…how his nipples are hard and how beautifully his tattoo glows, it's almost like you're doing a photoshoot. You aggressively rut into him.

“You're so desperate for me~” He giggles softly, talking like someone with low alcohol tolerance. You’ve definitely never heard him giggle before. He reaches for you and you lean in, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and take in your scent again.

Your hips stutter before your cock fills him with another load. Anaxa moans softly, his pussy weakly flexing around you.

Things are going to change between the two of you now.

[dameronspector]

Getaway Car (Part 1)

Pairing: Manny Alvarez x GN!Reader

Summary: You've never asked Manny for anything- except this. You wouldn't stand for such a heinous crime so you ask Manny to rebel against Abby and spend the rest of your life peacefully. AKA you're a reluctant firefly and you save Joel.

Warnings: Friends to lovers, Established relationship, Mentions of starvation, mentions of killing people, reader loses her parents, Cursing, Manny is a reckless dumbass, reader is against Abby and the WLF/Fireflies, ANGST, fuck neil and his characterisation of Manny, Manny is overprotective, possible inaccuracies, thats it i think!

AN: my lovely friend @taylorsroxy inspired me to write this with her amazing prompt <3 and i had a long discussion with her, where we agreed that if Manny was a loyal friend, he’d be even more loyal as a partner. So this is that. He’s a very interesting character to me and Danny does a really good fucking job playing him.☺️ PS: I don't know anything about the game, my characterisation is based off the wiki information, the show and my own imagination. Plus, I headcanoned the QZ where they first met as Miami because that's Danny's hometown.

Look, you never wanted to be a part of the Fireflies. But it was either starving to death on the filthy streets of the QZ or getting shot at point blank because you asked for a place to live in.

2008

You were only 14 when they found you. Low on rations, stomach cramping in pain and your body aching throughout from the lack of food and energy— you needed to find a way to survive. You and your family had been on the run, trying to a find a place to stay. But the situation was escalating, many QZ’s were overpopulated so they would either throw you out or kill you. Somehow, your parents and you managed to escape and tried to enter a QZ near Miami but were stopped by the Fireflies at the main gate. They were going to kill you, something about it being a part of their job and that their QZ didn’t have extra space but your parents traded their backpacks and requested for one thing- for you to get shelter. You thrashed against the unfamiliar arms dragging you away from your parents. They were all that you had- the rest of your family being dead or unreachable. The last thing you saw before they took you away were the teary faces of your parents and a muffled sound of two gunshots. From that moment onwards, you made sure that you would go out of the way and help people in need, believing that a little humanity goes a long way. It was also a desperate time for you as you needed food and shelter to survive because in a world like yours, morals were non-existent and people would go to extreme lengths just to steal your morsel. So you steeled yourself accepted the job begrudgingly.

A week later, you were nursed back to health and put on patrols on your first night as a Firefly. Just normal recon stuff for a beginner, to check your ‘skills’ like you were in a damn military camp (it basically was, a military camp.)

And on that night, you met him for the first time.

They told you his name was Manny Alvarez. He was older than you by only a year and they said that he was one of their best. He was going to be your patrol partner, to teach you about the workings of the organisation and to show you around the area.

But even in the low moonlight with the filth and dirt surrounding you, all you could focus on was him. His hair was neatly cropped into a military-grade haircut—trimmed and shaved on the sides but you could clearly see his curls upon closer inspection. His jawline was sharp, skin smooth and he had the biggest brown eyes that shone even in the dark. His eyes were observant, always on the lookout for any trouble, and he had the most endearing set of lower teeth that were crooked in shape. He didn’t smile much around you at first, choosing to keep his space and hanging out with the 4 people who were always with him, but you were captivated by him. You thought it couldn’t get any worse but then he spoke to you with that smooth baritone laid back nature of his. And you were completely gone.

Maybe your sorrow and emptiness was making you act like this, or maybe you were just being a teenager, but you felt an instant attraction to him and you weren’t sure how to control it without embarrassing yourself like any teenager would in front of their crush.

2010

It’s been two years since you joined the Fireflies. And it’s been two years since Manny Alvarez became your new best friend. You weren’t sure how the friendship came to be. He didn’t talk much and you were too traumatised to speak up so you would just observe him and take in his instructions. But as time passed, you two started enjoying each other’s company and willingly hung out or partnered for patrol. You’d talk for hours- in hushed whispers, during a rainy night or in sarcastic jabs during a summer morning— Manny and you would be found chatting away, lost in your own bubble. Be it recalling fond memories or gossips from the QZ, you’d tell each other everything. Maybe it was because of your shared traumas that you two bonded, or maybe it’s because your souls just clicked. Nevertheless, you were glad you could at least be his friend.

Everything you knew today, is because of Manny. He taught you how to shoot, how to negotiate with traders, how to bargain, how to listen for any odd noises, how to deal with the infected—everything. Still, this did not lessen your hatred for the Fireflies. You took up these skills for survival, for self defence, if needed—not to kill innocents. Everytime you were asked to kill someone innocent, someone who had to be “eliminated” because there was no space in the QZ or because you were supposed to steal their supplies, you felt nauseous and disgusted. Often times they would threaten you if you didn’t finish the job and Manny would do it for you with no hesitation. That was something that always caught you off guard- his nonchalance at these actions. He wouldn’t think twice before pushing you aside and shielding you from the kill or the senior officers. He was also a hot headed man and you always worried that it would be the reason of his death someday. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t scare you.

One night while casually chatting, he shared that he was survived by his father, who was often sick and Manny would always help him in any way he could, that he had left Mexico to come to the States when he was just 10 years old, and ever since then, he’s been with the Fireflies. That shocked you to the core, he never got a chance to have a proper childhood. It made your heart ache at the fact that he had to grow up so soon. So you made it your mission to tell him things throughout the day that would bring out that curious and endearing shimmer in his eyes that you came to love and know.

You told him about your life before you came to the QZ and since then, Manny had sort of taken you under his wing. He’d become protective over you, accompanying you to do any kind of work, not letting you go alone or with someone he didn’t trust. You noticed that quite early on about him—Manny was fiercely loyal and a protector of those who were important to him. And the fact that he considered you important enough to feel protective over you, made your stomach curl with excitement.

Soon, he introduced you to his ‘family’ or his friends with whom he’s been with since he came to the QZ. Their names were Abby, Owen, Mel and Nora. You were a shy thing, you didn’t really speak to them unless they spoke to you first but Manny kept bringing you into conversations and brought you to meal times with them, encouraging you to talk. The more you talked, the more you got to know about their lives. You exchanged stories and eventually became a part of their group. Although you chose to maintain a safe distance because you were more comfortable with Manny, you were glad you finally had some more people to talk to.

Even after being around new people, you preferred to stick around Manny. Something about him and the way he acted towards you, put you at ease. Every time he would notice that you were sitting alone or disconnecting from the conversations, he would subtly bring you back by cracking jokes or by lightly flirting with you to bring out that bashful smile of yours (emphasis on the lightly.) He had no idea what that did to your poor heart. But that’s just how he was—jovial around his friends, always wanting to keep them happy and being the glue that kept them together.

He would magically appear whenever you had a nightmare. Your parents’ and the countless innocent lives’ soulless eyes haunting you everytime you closed your eyes. You swore Manny was keeping an eye on you because every time you jolted up from a particularly bad dream, he would be there to console you. He’d hold your hands in his gently, like you were made of something fragile and talk to you or just wipe your tears. Or he would cradle your head against his chest and softly hum a forgotten tune in your ears, staying there until you fell asleep.

In between all these new changes, you realised that one thing would be a constant— your feelings for Manny were not going away any time soon.

2015

It’s been 7 years since you became friends with Manny Alvarez and you spent those 7 years hating the Fireflies and falling in love with Manny.

You don’t even know how it happened. Somewhere along the way, the lines between friendship and something more kept blurring. He started touching you more, lingering hugs or a hand resting on your lower back, an arm slung across your shoulders or holding your hands when you had a nightmare or a panic attack. Manny became even more protective if that was possible—fussing over you before you left for patrol. And god forbid if you got hurt, he’d rain hell on the person who did it and on those who tried to hurt you. You humbled him by telling him to get a grip and that you were a grown adult (you were pushing him away because you couldn’t handle the rejection if he ever found out about your feelings) ,but Manny was as stubborn as a bull and he would have none of that.

You tried your best to become desensitised to all the immoral things that being a part of the Fireflies came with, but you could never stop that feeling of disgust when you saw the others defend these acts. This just made Manny act more and more reckless—going to extreme lengths to protect you if he had to. He’d simply take your gun out of your hands and end it in a quick and clean aim. You’d be left staring at him in disbelief, your insides curling with fear and want at the same time. This is not to say that you’re a saint, you’ve killed your fair share of people. Some out of defence, some because you just had to. But you drew the line at torturing innocent people and children for your personal gain, especially when you knew that the people in the Fireflies have done worse, having heard about the dirty secrets of almost everyone through the grapevine.

It all changed one day, when you’d agreed to patrol with a different person instead of Manny or the others. Manny was on edge since the night before, asking you to refuse or fake being sick. But both of you knew that was not possible.

“Don’t you think you’re overreacting?”, you asked him, exasperated. He was being a bit too much than his usual self right now.

Manny whipped his head to look at you in shock. “Overreacting? Are you serious?”

You rolled your eyes at him and sighed. “Manny, it’s just the routine. We’ve done this a million times before I’ll be—” “Yeah. We. We’ve done this before. You’re going with that loser today”, he ran his hands through his fair in frustration.

You paused and gave him a look before scoffing. “Is that what this is about? That we’re not going together?”

You saw the way he froze and locked his jaw, the muscle in his jawline twitching. “And what if it was?”

You gaped at him. There’s just no way he just admitted to that. You chortled and shook your head before going back to packing. “You’re being ridiculous, Alvarez.”

Your back was facing him so you didn’t see the way his face flashed with hurt. He didn’t want you to go without him because he believed that loser wouldn’t be able to protect you like he could and also because Manny worried about you. As soon as he had woken up, he felt a pit so deep in his stomach–his gut instinct warning him to not let you go. But he knew you didn’t have the luxury to do so.

You turned around to face his beautiful, sullen face and tried to comfort him. “Manny…I’ll be careful, I promise”, you whispered to him and held up your pinky finger. He looked at it and gave you a half-hearted chuckle. You smiled. “You know you want to”, you shook your pinky at him. He rolled his eyes and huffed in disbelief before reluctantly linking his pinky with yours. You squeezed it and brought your linked pinkies closer before pressing a light kiss against his. His eyes softened up and he suddenly looked boyish, your heart soaring with affection after seeing him behave like a normal 20-something year old.

You parted ways from him and Manny spent the entire day with his chest heavy because of anxiety. You couldn’t radio, so he had no idea if you were safe or if you were even ali-no. He had to be positive for his sanity’s sake. But it all came crashing down when you returned later than you were supposed to. Manny was already on edge, pacing around and not focusing on his tasks when he saw you walk through the gates. He rushed over to hug you.

“You’re late, what happened?”, he chided you and pressed you closer to him.

“I’m-i’m sorry…”, your hoarse voice responded.

In his panic, he hadn’t noticed how quiet you were, your body way too loose, your arms holding him way too lightly. He pulled back and held you by your forearms.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You’re so quiet..Did something happen?”, he hurriedly asked you, his entire being on edge as your body became slower and heavier.

“M-Manny—”, you whimpered before promptly passing out in his arms. Manny barely had a moment to realise what was happening when you passed out in his arms and he fell to his knees, his arms cradling you against his chest. If he was freaking out before, he sure was panicking now, his hands itching to hurt the person who did this to you.

“Hey-hey. Open your eyes, (Name), open your eyes! Please, look at me-”, he blabbered, hand shaking your face gently. It was then he felt something warm and sticky against his stomach. He pulled you away slightly and noticed a bright red stain against his shirt. And yours. Your entire middle was soaking wet from blood-your blood. And he was covered in your blood.

He felt sick. Manny was hyperventilating, he was not sure what he was supposed to do, his hands shaking out of pure adrenaline and fear. His breathing became laboured and he suddenly picked you up and rushed towards the med-centre, his vocal chords unable to produce any sound other than shaky whimpers. He felt pathetic and weak.

Manny wasn’t sure what he’d do if something happened to you. He was so used to your quiet, calm and courageous presence next to him that he was sure he’d lose himself if he lost you. He still hadn’t told you he loved you and now you’d die without ever knowing that he’s always loved you. That everytime he was away from you, it felt like someone had stabbed him in the chest. That every time you looked at him with that shy smile on your face, he wanted to burn the world for you and keep you safe. Manny was sure of one thing—he’d find the person who did this to you and end them.

After two painful hours of waiting and wanting to die, Manny finally received some news about your health. They told him that someone had stabbed you, the wound was deep and your body showed signs of stress and exhaustion from blood loss and because you had walked for miles, your body was dehydrated as well. But they managed to control the situation and had stitched you up and since you were still unconscious and out of it, they informed him that you needed lots of rest. Abby and the rest had gathered around Manny to give him support as he was refusing to eat or drink or even move from that same spot he had been standing at since he got there.

He sat there next to you for 3 days. You were comatose for 3 full days. He felt like you were slipping through his fingers. But he couldn’t do anything, his body and mind too numb to even move or do anything else. And then you moved. Your hands twitched, your eyes fluttering behind the lids and he felt like someone had pumped oxygen back into his body. You slowly opened your eyes and tried to focus on the person before you, pained groans leaving your mouth.

Manny got up from the chair and laid a gentle hand on your head, soothing you, “Sh, sh. It’s okay, hang on. Let me get someone.”

You whimpered, suddenly alert when you realised it was Manny. “Stay. Please.”

Manny furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his jaw to stop the sob from tearing through his mouth. He wasn’t weak, he didn’t cry like this, so why did his throat feel like it had a big boulder stuck in it?

“Manny…” “Don’t waste your energy, (nickname). I’m here. I’m always here”, he reassured you and held your left hand in his, his thumb caressing your forehand.

When you were allowed to leave the med-centre, Manny oh-so-gently carried you to your shared room with Nora. He laid you across your bed and tucked you in, firmly telling you to not leave the bed and tell him if you needed anything. You just smiled at him and whispered a soft ‘okay’, heart fluttering at his care for you. He then took a moment to look at your exhausted face and felt his eyes well up with tears. He ducked his head, face scrunched up in emotion and shoulders shaking with silent sobs. You furrowed your eyebrows in concern, in your 7 years of knowing him, Manny has never cried in front of you.

“Manny? What’s wrong?”, you called out to him and reached for his hand, wincing in pain when you accidentally pulled on your stitches. His head shot up and he encased your hand in his, gently pushing you back into a comfortable position.

“I told you to not to get up. Are you going to listen to me or not?”, he chided you, busying himself with tucking your blanket around you, avoiding your scrutinising stare. He felt exposed. You always had a way of making him feel so vulnerable every time you looked at him with those expressive eyes.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong. You’ve been so quiet for the past few days. Are you upset with me?”, you questioned him worriedly, your hands playing with a few loose threads on the blanket. Manny let out a weary sigh and leaned closer to lay his head on your chest, his arms carefully hugging you around the waist- careful not to aggravate your wound. You froze. If he was feeling extra clingy than usual, then he must’ve been really upset about something. You looked at him in concern and buried your hands in his loose curls, his hair a little longer now.

“What’s up, sweetheart? You’re worrying me. It’s bad manners to trouble the injured”, you lightly joked. You got an annoyed click of the tongue and his head burying deeper in your neck in return. You let out a content sigh and brushed your other hand across his back, happy to stay here in his warm embrace for as long as you could.

“You scared me to death, (Name). I was this close to dying of a heart attack or killing someone”, his hoarse voice vibrated against your throat. The muscles around your neck moved as you swallowed in guilt, “I’m so sorry, Manny. I should’ve radioed you but I’m alright, I-”, he cut you off with a self deprecating chuckle and propped himself up on his right arm, his left hand cradling your cheek carefully. “You don’t understand. You don’t get it, (Name). It felt like someone was repeatedly stabbing me in the chest. Like someone had ripped my heart out of my body. You-you collapsed in my arms. How was I supposed to be okay after that? I couldn’t feel anything. My tongue felt like someone had poured cement on it. I didn’t-didn’t speak much to anyone for 3 days. I really thought I lost you. And if I would’ve lost you, I wouldn’t have any reason to stay alive.”

You laid there, your mind unable to comprehend the words coming out of his mouth. Is this what you think it is?

“Manny, don’t be stupid. Don’t say such things-”

“No, listen to me. I was so scared. I am still scared. I can’t do this without you, angel-”

“You don’t mean that, Manny, stop it-”

“I mean it, fully. I’ve been wanting to tell you this since so long..”, he sucked in a shaky breath, “but everytime I bailed because I’m so scared.”

“What are you-”

“I love you.”

Your mouth fell open and the response died on your tongue. You tried to sit up and regretted that immediately because you pulled on your stitches and it resulted in you gasping in pain, your bandage turning bloody. You let out tiny whimpers and squeezed Manny’s bicep in support. This meant that Manny was officially in panic mode and immediately leaned away from you to make you comfortable.

“Fuck, I told you to be careful. Just lay back down, (Name)”, he groaned frustratingly. He gently laid you on your back and gave you a hand to hold. You firmly grasped his hand and intertwined your fingers with his while he slowly pulled up the hem of your top to check on the damage done. Luckily, it wasn’t that bad and you didn’t need a complete dressing change, his fingers delicately traced the bandage. “How bad does it hurt? I can get you some painkillers that I have stashed if you-”, you squeezed his hands to bring his attention back to you. “What did you just say, Manny? Do you mean it?”, you asked him hurriedly.

He stiffened for a moment before nodding his head yes.

“Oh my god”, you exclaimed in a shaky voice, your eyes welling up with tears. Manny shot his head up and fussed over you in concern. “What- what’s happening? Are you hurting? C‘mon we’ll go to the med-” “Shut up for sometime, will you?”

He looked at you in disbelief before shutting his mouth and stared at you intently. His eyebrows furrowed in concern as he saw your eyes tear up. He raised a hand to wipe a lone tear that slipped out of your eyes. “I’ve been dying to hear that for the past 7 years, Manny”, you whispered to him, your heart pounding.

Manny’s eyes widened and he took a minute to compose himself before cupping both of your cheeks in his hands and leaned in to kiss them softly. Up close, you could see his beautiful moles and the tears shining in his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me, angel?”, he murmured.

“I was so scared of losing you– that you’d think I’m weird for falling for you when we’re best friends. I’d get nightmares of you leaving me after I confessed to you, so I just ignored it and decided to act like nothing was happening when all I wanted to do was die everytime I found out you hooked up with others”, you confessed in a quiet voice. Manny turned red at that and averted his gaze in shame. You guys weren’t even together, so why did he feel like he had cheated on you?

“I-those were meaningless. They were simply Hook ups. Just that, I promise. All I wanted was to be with you every day, every second and if somebody tried to hurt you, I won’t hesitate to hurt them. I know that’s probably not normal, but that’s just who I am. And… that’s why I would execute the tasks that you couldn’t finish because I wanted to protect you. And if I have to do that by getting my own hands dirty, then so be it”, he confessed sincerely, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs and eyes darting across your face.

You were fully crying now, your eyes bloodshot, lips quivering, cheeks damp and your breathing laboured. You looked at him, your eyes swirling with emotions, and raised a hand to run through his curls.

“Stop crying, (Name), please, I can’t handle it”, he said in a desperate tone. “Kiss me”, you whispered. He looked at you for a second before resting a hand behind your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek and he leaned in to kissed you passionately, his nose smushed against your cheek.

And that was the best damn kiss you ever had in your life.

-

2023, Salt Lake City

You and Manny have been together for 8 years now and you’ve been stood by each other’s side like rocks. By now, the two of you and the others had joined the WLF to defend yourselves against FEDRA. Nobody could separate you two-Manny was notorious for his unwavering loyalty and he had saved you too many times for you to ever give up on him. No matter how difficult he got at times with his reckless behaviour, one word from you and he’d back off. People were also afraid of you two because of how well you worked with each other. Him with his shooting skills and you with your negotiation and strategic skills- the two of you were an unstoppable force.

These 8 years were nothing short of bliss for you. Manny was incredible as a partner-he was so loving, caring, loyal and respectful. Even in an apocalypse with limited resources, he’d do anything in his power to make you happy. He was so protective of you, he wouldn’t let anybody hurt even a single strand of your hair, especially after that one time you returned from patrol with a stab wound so deep, it made you comatose for 3 days. He was the reason why you woke up in the morning and you made sure he knew that, protecting him just as fiercely. Something in you cracked every time you remembered the hardships he faced and how he stills maintains a positive outlook even in the worst of times so you became a soft place for him to land. Always loving on him, caring for him, protecting him. Just as he did for you.

Him on the other hand, he was always in awe of how much empathy you had in you even after all the shit you’ve been through. You were both older and mature now, yet you stayed grounded with your mission that you swore by when you were just 14–still looking out for the people who were in need, especially children, making sure you could save as many innocent lives as possible. It made Manny fall in love with you deeper but also scared him because of how different you were from him. He was aggressive and ruthless with his targets, on the other hand, you’d try to save every single one of them. But you would also do anything for Manny. If someone even tried to look at him wrong, you'd be their worst nightmare. Manny would be lying if he said he didn't love that. Seeing your usually composed and kind demeanor take on a deadly and fierce look was...hot. Still, he was convinced you’d leave him someday, tired of the constant bloodshed and his loyalty to the Fireflies. He did his best to let go of the dirty work for you, but then he’d get scared of someone harming you and the cycle would continue. The two of you were such opposites and yet, you loved every part of the other.

Little did the two of you know, your bubble would be burst soon. Manny got posted at St Mary’s Hospital in Salt Lake City along with Owen and Abby. This meant that Manny would be separated from you for a while. And he did not take well to that.

“What the fuck do you mean you’re not coming with me?”, he seethed, his anger directed towards Isaac. You sighed and grasped his hands in yours to comfort him and ran your thumbs over the back of his hands. “Manny, you know how it is. I will be an extra baggage, I won’t-” “You’re not a fucking baggage, (Name)!”, he responded with exasperation.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down before speaking again, “I can’t do this without you, angel, I need you there with me. You know that”, he said it with such desperate intensity that you cupped his cheeks in your hands and stared directly into his eyes. You knew why Isaac didn’t choose you. The situation there must be dire enough that he wasn’t willing to take any risks, so he decided to send three of the strongest and sharpest fighters under him. You weren’t liking it in any way either, the thought of parting from Manny for a longer period making you feel nauseous, but you were in no position to question Isaac. He was your leader.

“Shh. It’s okay, I know. But, it’s probably for the best, baby. I don’t wanna be a distra-” “I don’t care. I’m not leaving you behind. You’re coming with us, that’s it”, he responded in a firm voice, his hands holding your elbows. You looked at him doubtfully. “Manny, what makes you think Isaac will listen to you?”

You felt his muscles twitch beneath your hands as he clenched his jaw. “I’ll figure somethin’ out. You’re coming with me. I’m not leaving you alone here.”

And he did convince Isaac. You didn’t wanna know how, but he did. He was determined like that, your Manny. So off you went to St. Mary’s with Manny, Abby and Owen.

At first, everything went as it did always– you guys got settled in, started mapping out trails, keeping a vigilant lookout for any raiders or infected and the usual patrols. Marlene was in charge of the hospital so she had a whole troop of soldiers with her, making you feel somewhat safer and this posting was also a personal one because Abby’s father, Jerry, worked as a doctor there. She was ecstatic to be reunited with her father again.

One day when you came back from patrol, the entire hospital was dead silent. As soon as you entered the building, there were bodies scattered everywhere, blood painting the walls and the floors.

“What the fuck?”, you muttered in disbelief. Either the hospital was raided by a large group or by a horde of infected. But upon closed inspection, you saw that a horde attack not the case. Abby, Owen and Manny followed close, their guns raised. Abby was on edge, worried about her father. “What the hell is this?”, her movements jumpy and her voice wavering.

You rolled a soldier on his back and noticed 2 gunshot wounds on his stomach. You checked the soldier lying a few feet away and he had a gunshot around his neck. You furrowed your eyebrows. “Guys, this is not a horde attack. They’ve got gunshot wounds.”

They checked the other soldiers and that confirmed it, it wasn’t a horde attack. “I need to find my dad. I’m going”, Abby conceded and tried to rush away to find Jerry. You stopped her by the arm. “Wait. I understand that you’re worried, but we don’t know if the hospital is empty. Let us scan the area first”, you tried to reason with her. She looked at you with a freaked out expression on her face. “Are you serious? I need to go find-” “Abs, hey, listen to them. They’re not wrong”, Manny tried placating her and came over to lay a hand on your back. Abby looked at you two and then Owen, him nodding his head at her and she reluctantly agreed.

The four of you spread out to scan the hospital. You and Manny scoured the upper floors while Owen and Abby took over the lower ones and the parking lot. “Careful, baby”, Manny murmured while covering you, his gun raised, eyes vigilant and footsteps careful. You nodded your head silently and focused on your surroundings, your heart pounding against your chest. The place was so eerily silent, you felt like every sound was a suspicious one. Both the floors were scattered with bodies with a puddle of blood around them, and you couldn't wrap your head around it. How big was this group of raiders that they took out an entire hospital? You cleared the 2 floors and reached the final one. No signs of life in any of the floors. You reached the final corridor and approached the operation theatre.

“Wait, let me go in first”, Manny whispered to you and gently pushed you behind him. You nodded and let him go ahead of you. Manny pushed the door open and froze. You tried to peak over his shoulder and before he could stop you, your eyes fell on the scene. There was a huge puddle of blood around a body. You raked your eyes across the person and noticed the headshot and brain matter around the body. And then you realised—

“Oh my god”, you gasped out and fisted Manny’s shirt in your hands. The body belonged to Jerry- Abby’s father. What the hell even happened here?

You could see Manny’s hands shaking from how tightly he was clenching them. His jaw was shut just as tightly, trying to keep his emotions at bay. “Manny…”, you trailed off, not knowing what to say. “What do we do? Oh god, she’s gonna-” “I know. I know”, he replied in a hoarse voice.

That’s when you heard a voice behind you- “Marlene is dead. Did you guys find my dad?” Abby. She must’ve noticed the way you two stiffened and immediately questioned you. “What is this? Did you guys find anything?”, she asked desperately. You turned your head to look at Manny with tearful eyes and he simply nodded his head at you, as if reassuring you that he’ll handle it.

And he did. And she was inconsolable. Which lead to her saying stuff that she would regret later, you thought. She vowed to finding whoever did this and to killing them. That she’d make them suffer so much, they’d beg her to kill them. You and Manny then found out that there were two nurses that were alive, they were hiding in the office and you brought them out in front of Abby. They told you who had done it–A single man. They said a single man killed 18 soldiers, Marlene and Jerry. Then they gave you his name- Joel, said he rescued the girl that Jerry was supposed to operate on. Before she could explain further, Abby abruptly cut them off. You gave her a look, something was odd. Because Abby never told you that her dad was performing surgery on some girl today.

The four of you immediately left the hospital and sought refuge in a nearby Fireflies shelter after burying Jerry's body. Abby, exhausted from what she had witnessed, promptly fell asleep before going on a vengeful rant. She kept saying the same things–that she’d find this Joel and kill him so ruthlessly that he will beg for mercy. You had so many questions because why would a single man go on a killing rampage over the surgery of a girl? And why did he kill Abby’s dad? What was she hiding? You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Manny sit next to you. He nudged you with his shoulder and leaned his head to look at you. “You there?”, his voice came out in a hushed whisper.

You snapped out of your daze and turned to look at him. “Yeah, just…it’s been a lot”, you sighed. His eyes shined with understanding and he brought you closer to him by your shoulders, you leaned your head against his throat and hugging him tightly around the waist. Manny leaned his head against the top of your head and breathed in deeply. After a moment of calm silence, you decided to finally ask him. “Em? Did you notice the way Abby cut off the nurses when they were talking about the surgery?”, you asked in a soft voice. His body stiffened next to you, eyes closed in worry. He was hoping you wouldn’t catch that. “…yeah. What about it?”

You pressed a kiss to his throat and rubbed his chest with your hand. “Just….it was weird, wasn’t it? Why wouldn’t she tell us that her dad was performing a surgery today?”. Manny swallowed and rubbed a hand across your back. “Maybe it’s nothing, angel. We’ll- we’ll ask her later, okay? For now, let's get some sleep”, he said before kissing your head. You reluctantly agreed and let him take you to bed.

-

A week later, all of you had gone to visit her father’s grave and she had told the entire group about what she heard about Joel from the nurses– tall, ruthless and handsome and you noticed she was obsessively fixated on the handsome part, something sinister about it and the way she talked about this kid that Joel was saving with an air of carelessness. They came up with a very stupid plan about going all the way to Jackson to kill this man and your stupid boyfriend readily agreed to it, blinded by revenge.

“I’m sorry, but you realise you’re being way too hasty about this, right? This man killed 20 people on his own. How are we gonna stand up to him? He's in Jackson and from what I heard, it's a legit town. He has backups, for sure", you directly looked at Abby while questioning her decision. Mel was the only one who seemed to be in agreement with you, Manny refused to meet your eyes and Nora, Owen and Abby looked at you incredulously. “I don’t fucking care. We will just have to”, Abby barked at you. You stumbled back in shock. Sure, she's brash but she’s never spoke to you so…authoritatively before.

Manny grimaced and held your hand in his. “Okay, let's just...calm down. We'll talk about this later, baby", he whispered the last part in your ear. You turned your head to look at him in disbelief. "Manny-" "Not now, please", he looked at you with desperate eyes and squeezed your hand gently. You pressed your lips into a thin line and looked away from him, removing your hand from his grasp and wrapping your arms across your torso. Manny's hand was left hovering in the air, his heart squeezing painfully at the obvious wall that you had built up between you and him. He tried to reach for you but you simply shrugged him off and walked away. He tried to follow you but Mel stopped him and told him to leave you alone for sometime. So he stood there, his hands clenched into a fist and trying to swallow past the lump in his throat.

-

After that upsetting conversation, you decided to go back to the shelter and try to get information from the nurses. You needed to know what happened before you could take the next steps. "Why was that man here? And why was the girl being operated on? Tell me everything", you demanded.

"She- Jerry was going to operate on her brain. Something about isolating the cordyceps from it", the nurse replied hesitantly. You scrunched your face in confusion, "Cordyceps? She was bitten? And Jerry wasn't a neurologist, right?"

The nurses looked at each other nervously and wringed their fingers together, "Um- no. Jerry wasn't a neurologist. And uh- she was bitten but..", the nurse trailed off nervously. "But what?", you spit out impatiently.

"She was immune. Got bit but didn't turn. Marlene thought we could operate on her and make a cure, but we aren't trained for brain surgery, neither did we have the equipment. Just as we prepared her for surgery, that man came into the OT and shot Jerry dead. Asked us to unhook the girl and spared us in return", the nurse finally confessed. Your face shifted into a million different emotions. Not only was Abby's dad illegally performing surgeries but there was a girl out there who was immune to the cordyceps? "What the fuck...wait. How old was this girl?", you asked in distress.

"Must be around 14, that's what Marlene told us."

You felt nauseous, "And...was he-Joel, was he her father?", your voice breaking off because of the lump in your throat.

The nurse shrugged, unsure, "Looked like it. Had a dissociated look in his eyes, like he was in a trance."

"Was the surgery gonna work? Would there be a cure?", you asked with desperation and annoyance coating your tone.

The nurses averted their gaze from you, their body language screaming guilt. "I asked you something, goddamnit, was it gonna work?", you yelled at them in anger and they flinched before shaking their head no.

You felt disgusted and betrayed. Not only was Abby's father was performing surgeries that he wasn't even trained for, but he was operating on a non-consenting minor and The Fireflies had taken her away from her father-figure against their will? And to make it worse-the cure still wouldn't work? Which meant that they were going to kill this girl? You wanted to throw up. You felt sick from the guilt and hypocrisy, feeling complicit in this little girl's mistreatment because you were working with the same organization that was treating her like a lab rat.

You left the room with your mind swirling in a million thoughts. Why would they do that? Why were they allowed to do that? Why was Abby acting like she didn't know anything and now she was trying to kill someone to avenge her fraud father? You needed to do something, you had to stop them but you couldn't do it alone and you couldn't ask for help to anyone. There was only one person that you could confide in and you hoped he wouldn't disappoint you.

-

Manny was getting antsy after not being around you for almost an hour now. He had no idea where you went, beating himself up over your disappearance. Just when he was about to set off to find you, you rushed into your shared room in the hideout, your body tense with distress and sorrow.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?", eyebrows furrowed deeply and hands reaching for you, Manny tried to calm you down and understand what happened for you to be so scared.

You gripped his biceps tightly in your hands, looking up at him with teary eyes. "Manny- she-", you closed your eyes in agony. Manny widened his eyes and tensed up, his heart beating faster, "Baby, you gotta tell me what's up. Who did this to you?"

You let out a small sob and ducked your head, his hand came up to cradle your cheek gently. Taking a deep breath in, you finally told him. "I talked to the nurses. Manny, he- Jerry was a fucking fraud. He-he was performing a brain surgery on the girl without her consent. Joel was her guardian..? I don't know, I don't know-but--Jerry was a fraud. She was only 14, Manny. They were going to kill her for a cure that was non-existent. And Abby knows this, she knows this. Yet, she wants to kill Joel. We're all complicit in this...we're- We need to stop her-", you abruptly stopped and finally focused on Manny. He was way too quiet for your liking. His jaw was clenched and he wouldn't look at you. Your heart fell down to your stomach as you realised.

"You- you knew this", you whispered in shock.

Manny closed his eyes in shame before opening them and tried to bring you closer. "Angel-" "Don't fucking touch me or call me that", you growled and pushed him away. His mouth was agape and eyes bloodshot. "You--oh my god. How long have you known this?", you questioned him in a sharp tone. Manny swallowed thickly and avoided your eyes. "Answer the fucking question, Manny", you scowled.

"Since that girl was brought here by Marlene", he confessed in a low voice, his body stiff and shoulders drawn in at your tone.

The pain in your chest increased ten fold at his admittance. You thought you could trust him, that he wouldn't hide anything from you. You were such a fool. You let out a sudden laugh and pinched your nose between your fingers. "Wow. I was so fucking stupid to even think you'd be on my side. Your ego and your loyalty to this fuckass organization is way more important to you than an innocent life. I should've known...", you broke off into another incredulous chuckle and Manny looked at you with worried eyes. "Angel, please. Listen to me, Joel was a bad man, why can't you see that? He's hurt Abby-"

"Fuck if I care! Her dad was doing illegal shit to a child. I think Joel's reaction is super fucking warranted, Manny. You tell me, if that was your dad being operated on or if it was you on that operation table? What would you do, huh? You think your dad would've allowed his son to die? You would've let your dad-"

"That's enough", Manny warned you, his voice hoarse.

"Why? That hurt, huh? Good. Have fun with your little plan of vengeance, I'm out of this", you scoffed and moved to pack your stuff.

Manny's eyes widened and he finally moved to grab you by your elbow and turned you to face him, his heart pounding at your actions and he stopped you with a wavering voice, "(Name), stop. We'll figure something out. You're not really leaving me, right-"

You snapped your head to look at him, your eyes shining with fury and betrayal, "What are we gonna figure out, hm? Are you going to leave them behind and join me?"

Manny quieted down and stared at you with tears in his eyes, his brain working overtime- stuck between following his love or supporting his friends. Looking at the hesitant look on his face, you scoffed and ripped your arm out of his grip.

"You're not even trying to deny it, Em", you cried out, Manny's stomach twisting in pain at the sound. "This was bound to happen. I was stupid and naive to think you'd ever stand by me."

Manny's face shifted in sorrow and a tear fell on his cheek, his breathing laboured as he slowly realised that this was final. "Wait, no. Don't say that, please. I love you, angel, please", he choked out and tried to reach for you. You stumbled back from him and let out a soft sob, your throat hurting from keeping it in.

"This was a mistake. We were never going to work out because of your...priorities. I knew this since the beginning but-", you sniffled and swallowed harshly against another sob building up your throat, "--but, I loved you so much that I was willing to ignore that. Thought, there's people doing worse out there. And now? you are one of the people who are doing worse", you blabbered in between sobs and sniffles.

At your use of "loved" and calling him one of the bad ones, Manny felt his heart stop. He just wanted to protect you and his friends. Joel had hurt Abby, and he'd do anything to help his friends out but, you weren't wrong either. You spoke the truth--Jerry was a fraud and all of you would have been complicit in that girl's possible murder. Then why did he find it so difficult to just let go and follow you? Were his egotistical and vengeful tendencies really more important than you? But, even with all these thoughts swirling his head, all he could fixate on was trying to stop you from leaving. Because if you left, then his recklessness would just get worse. He was not capable of handling such a heartbreak. His lips quivered and voice shook when he finally spoke, "No, no, no, baby. Please, don't say that, please. I can't do this without you--"

"You shouldn't have done this with me. What, you thought I'm so dumb that you'll bring me here and I'll stay in blissful ignorance? You thought I was that easy to fool?"

"No! please, it's not like that. I'm sorry, I should've told you-"

"The audacity to admit that you should've told me, when you brought me all the way here just to keep me in the dark...some fucking nerve you have, Alvarez", you spit at him, you felt your face warm with anger and your nostrils flared. Manny shut his eyes in pain, his chest constricting and making him choke on his breaths.

You took a deep breath in and wiped the tears on your face. "I'm leaving. If you wanna join me, you're free to do so. But if not...and if I reach Joel before you, I will make sure every single one of you is dead before you even think to hurt another family again", you threatened him in a scarily calm voice.

Manny's mouth opened and closed like a fish, "Wait, you're- no, you can't go alone. Don't do this-"

"Why? You think I can't do shit without you? You know, since the day I found out about Jackson, I'd been wishing for a time where you and I could spend the rest of our lives there? Peacefully?", you confessed. Manny froze. You had never shared this with him.

"What?", he whispered out loud.

You scoffed, "Yeah, I was so stupid. Thought we'd finally have a place that we could call our own, a community...", you trailed off, your voice losing its spark and hope. You rapidly blinked your eyes to get rid of the tears and you finally looked straight into his eyes. His face was scrunched in pain, warm tears wetting his cheeks and his hands were tightly clenched into fists. "Please, don't go..", he whispered desperately. Your heart ached at his state. You've never seen him like this but you couldn't live this life anymore. No matter how angry you were at him, you knew you would cry every night in his memory.

You finally went closer to him and he looked at you with hope in his eyes. You lifted a hand to cradle his cheek and wiped the tears on them with your thumb. "I'll be waiting for you", you whispered to him and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, his moustache tickling your lips. He tried to hold you closer before you moved away and packed your bags.

You packed your bag and turned to look at him, still frozen to his spot, for the last time with unshed tears. "Bye, Manny", you whispered and rushed out of the room, sneaking past everyone who was busy with cleaning their weapons or cooking a meal. You knew Manny would never snitch on you, which is why you ran away in front of him. You grabbed the reins on your horse and rode away, tears streaming down your face.

Back in the room, Manny stood still, his eyes shedding tears once again. His throat hurt from the lump lodged against it and he slowly approached the bed to sit on it. He didn't know what was he supposed to do anymore. He didn't have a reason to live. He doesn't know how will he cope with the fact that you'd never touch him or tell him sweet nothings or keep him updated about your whereabouts. All Manny could do, was wait. Wait until he crosses paths with you, and he'd beg on his knees for you to take him back and give you the domestic life that you deserved.

Until then, he'd fall asleep with your scarf around him every night and pray to whatever higher power that exists to keep you safe.

-

AN: ahhhh I hope you all liked this! Part 2 will have all the juicy stuffff like reunions and killings hehe

[abigailovesz]

hi hi!! hope you're doing well and here for a lil jj smutty ideas ✨️.

something like bookreader! x jj where he makes her read her book ( smutty or not ) while he goes down on her?

have a lovely day!

as a bookworm, thank you.

also he'd be so aggressive too and you'd just be trying to focus on the damn words while he grunts n stuff behind you- GUYS. also such a season 2 jj move.

cw: suggestive language, smut, p in v and anal, spanking.

"just focus on the book okay?" he muttered softly, his eyes trained on your bare ass of which he lifted up into the air, bringing a pillow under you for stability. his pants were already discarded someplace in his room- well john b's guest room.

"mhm," you hummed, eyes focused on the book in front of you- completely aware that he was naked and stroking with his cock like it was a completely normal thing.

jj inhaled, his hand finding home on your hip while the other held the base of his cock, the tip catching on your hole. "fuck.." he shuddered. You flipped the page, clenching around his tip instinctively while squinting at the words.

in one swift movement, his cock slipped inside your tight walls- the sudden, fast feeling of his cock filling you made your fingers twitch around the rim of the book, a moan and slight hiss leaving your lips but the book didn't go anywhere, stayed right in your hands.

"you okay mama? didn't- fuck - hurt too bad hm?" he grunted, eyes fluttering shut. His pelvis pushed against your ass, staying still. you shook your head, breathing out and looking back at the page. "no, im good- ngh.. keep going."

he nodded, both of his hands on both your hips as he pulled out until just the tip remained, his hands pulling you back with a hard thrust. "oh god- so fucking tight, hm.." he whispered, almost to himself.

you yelped when his cock entered you once again, the book almost falling out of your hands as he started moving slower, then faster- then- a lewid moan fell from his lips, the sound of skin slapping against skin bouncing off the walls.

"hm- tell me what's going on in ya book ma," he grunted, sweat glistening on his chest as he panted, thrusting his hips faster and faster- trying to get ya to put the book away but at the same time he really didn't care.

you whimpered, body shaking with each movement he made. "i- i dont know j," he chuckled, his hand coming up to fly against your ass - not to hard but hard enough to leave a small mark, plus a little clench round his cock.

"oh ya dont know?"

you moaned, hands squeezing around the book as you attempted to read the words. jj listened to each word and small moan coming from you, his cock still thrusting in n out of your tight hole. "good girl," he drawled, panting as his orgasm approached but he wouldn't. not yet. not until you did.

you groaned, head falling onto the mattress, the book finally falling out of your hands onto the floor. jj chuckled, well, chuckle- moaned if that's even a word. "uh oh, mama lost her book- how sad."

[witherby]

I wonder what mouse would think of an injured Kon being taken back to the bat cave after being beaten by kryptonite, like a pt 2 of meet the family lol, would they put everyone in a pocket dimension or would they take Kon into a pocket dimension?

-🔱

Yeah, we can explore the follow-up to this scenario for sure. 😏

Littlest Wayne: Meet the Family, pt. 2

Part 1 is Here!

Masterlist is Here!

Your brother is acting weird. When you try to go down to the Cave to greet the boys after patrol, Jason hooks his arm under your legs and tucks you into his side, like when you were a child pretending to be a football, and takes you back upstairs. You squirm and wriggle to no avail, throwing your arms up incredulously.

"Jay!? Hello!?" You cry.

"Hey," he says, nonchalant as ever. He waltzes into the living room and deposits you on the plush, cream couch, sinking down on the other end and draping his legs across your lap like a seatbelt. "Dick's detoxing from Fear Gas. Can't go down there or he might mistake you for a goon and swing."

You frown. "Scarecrow was out? There wasn't the usual alert."

"He wasn't a threat long enough to warrant one," Jason shrugs. "Stumbled upon one of his labs while we were chasin' a different lead and took him out. Managed to dose Dick but Tim, Dami and I are fine."

"Oh. Okay. Does he need anything?"

Jason gives you a fond smile. "Nothing our civvie-sib needs to worry about. Let your big, mighty heroes fix it."

"I don't think shooting people makes you a hero, Jay."

"Alright, then let your favorite vigilantes fix it."

"Hmm, dunno. I think Green Arrow is my favorite vigilante."

"Take that back right now."

You lift an eyebrow. "I will not."

Jason gasps and lightly kicks you with his boot. You flick him in the ankle. He reaches over and flicks your ear. You stick your finger in your mouth and then jam it in his ear. He yelps and climbs off the couch to get away from you.

"Dammit, Mousey, that's gross!"

"So is sticking your dirty boots in my lap fresh off a patrol! These pants are expensive and your feet smell like the Gotham sewer system." You stand up and pointedly brush dirt off your thighs.

"Okay, alright! Point taken. Truce?"

You sigh and bump your fist against his, smiling despite your irritation. "I'm going to shower and sleep, then. D'you need anything?"

Jason shakes his head. He ruffles your hair as you walk past him and you use your shadows to trip him as he walks towards the kitchen. He hits the ground with a cry and swears after you, and you grin as you run up the stairs.

Once safe in the confines of your bedroom, you turn on the shower in the ensuite and lock the door, then slip into the darkness and sink down to the cave to investigate the real reason he didn't want you down there. Because Jason lied when he told you about Scarecrow.

You don't think he knows about this particular tell, but he always shrugs his right shoulder when he's lying and the left when he's being honest. Any normal person wouldn't have picked up on that, but as you descend into the Batcave, you recognize that you didn't grow up in a normal family. Getting anybody to admit to anything in this house, even the inconsequential shit like a slight cough, is like pulling teeth, so you've had to learn to read their body language over the years to glean the info you want.

As the darkness guides you along, helping you identify objects (the computer, the batmobile, the display cases for old suits) and people, (Dick, Tim, and Damian, all of whom are noticeably free from the influence of Fear Toxin), you also glean the thing they didn't want you to find.

Rather, the person.

"Were you planning on getting this done sometime in the next week?" Damian complains. Dick hip-checks him since his hands are too busy tweezing shards of Kryptonite out of Conner's prone body, bent over him as they crowd around the medical bed.

"Listen, shut up, listen," Dick stammers, like he usually does when something is his fault. You make a note of that while your shadow blends in with the walls. "I'm almost done. Then we can go put him in Superman's little UV sun room, let him heal up there, and put him back in Metropolis. It's fine! He'll be out of here before B ever knew he was in Gotham."

"Um." Tim, who's sitting on the counter across the room, holds up his phone. "B accessed the footage. He told me he's on his way back."

Damian, your unflappable youngest brother with a glare sharp enough to cut diamond, suddenly looks nervous.

"This may have been poor planning on our end."

"No!" Dick cries, hands shaking as he pulls more Kryptonite out of Conner's skin. "The plan was to knock some sense into the kid that thought he could sneak into our baby sibling's bedroom in the middle of the night, okay? And we did that! Plan succeeded! We got a little overzealous! It's fine, everything is fine!"

Damian and Tim look at Dick, then at the escrima sticks lying on the medical tray with the extracted Kryptonite, then at each other. You watch their expressions shift and the two of them nod at the same time.

"Everything's fine," Tim echoes calmly, then hops down and dashes for the door.

"You've got this," Damian agrees, quickly following suit.

Dick wilts like a flower as he watches them leave. "Abandoners! Traitors!! Assholes!!!"

You're inclined to agree. Clearly all of them had something to do with this, they just didn't want to get yelled at by Bruce. Conner groans weakly on the table and recaptures your attention, shifting onto his side. Dick presses a hand to his shoulder to keep him still, looking truly repentant.

"Shh," he says, "two more shards, okay? Let me pull those out and then we'll get you fixed up, kid."

"Hurts..." Conner grunts, returning to consciousness with a hiss of air through his teeth. "Pain sucks..."

"You've never gotten hurt before?" Dick asks. He looks like the guilt is going to pull him to the ground, all hunched over the cot with his tweezers like Quasimodo. He plucks out the last shards and deposits them on the medical cart beside him, then pushes it far enough away from Conner that it shouldn't bother him anymore.

"No," Conner mutters. He cracks an eye open and glares at Dick over his shoulder. "So thanks for that, Nightwing... Or would you prefer Dick Grayson?"

Dick chews the inside of his cheek, expressionless despite the panic you know he's feeling. He's bearing most of his weight on the balls of his feet, body instinctively poised to run from problematic situations like the train wreck of a conversation before him.

"Um. Who's that?"

You almost snort from your hiding spot. Conner levels him with a flat look and pushes himself into an upright position with a grunt. His arms tremble from the strain and Dick quickly steadies him with an arm around his waist. His thumb brushes against one of the tears in Conner's suit, a visual reminder of the damage he caused even though the wounds have closed.

"Even without being told ahead of time, it's not hard to put together: The person I rescued from the conservatory fire," Conner says, staring right at Dick, "was a Wayne. It's their room I entered later that night to see if they were okay and introduce myself. So, unless there's another Wayne out there with four older brothers who came to Metropolis, beat me, and dragged me back to Gotham in the world's worst version of the Shovel Talk, you're Dick Grayson. By that logic, Robin, Red Robin, and Red Hood are Damian, Tim, and Jason."

He brushes Dick's arm away and gets to his feet, leaning on the cot to support himself. The splatters of blood left behind highlight the tenseness of the conversation. He gestures to it with a sneer.

"And you wouldn't have swung so hard if it wasn't personal. My suit is ruined."

Dick swears under his breath, running his fingers through his hair.

"I — yes, okay, you got us. You gotta keep that a secret, though. Understand? A lot of shit would go sideways if the wrong people found out our identities."

Conner turns and shuffles towards the door of the medical bay. Dick blocks the exit and looks at him, panicking under the domino mask.

"I'm serious," he says. "You can't tell anyone. Does Lex know already? Did you reveal that information to someone else?"

"Great questions. Should've thought about that," Conner says, nudging Dick effortlessly out of the way now that the kryptonite is out of his system, "before you came to my city, insulted my character, attacked, and kidnapped me."

"Yes, we should've!"

Your shadow blends seamlessly into Dick's as he gets up and hurries after Conner. He doesn't appear to be strong enough to fly away yet, but the pale blue of his iris is quickly turning red. His strength is returning while his patience wanes, mentally checked out of this pseudo-interrogation.

"Look, Superkid —"

"Superman!"

Dick flashes his palms in surrender as those eyes snap to him. "Sure. Superman. Don't think that's gonna last in the long-term, though; we've already got one of those. People are gonna get confused."

"Not when he steps down and acknowledges me as his superior."

"I — okay, whoa, let's put a pin in that because we absolutely have to discuss that later — listen, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry we jumped you like that and didn't give you the chance to talk it out. But you gotta understand how dangerous that was for our sibling."

"You think I was going to hurt them?" Conner asks, gritting his teeth. His fists clench at his sides and Dick takes a large step back. His stance widens and he ducks his head a little, de-escalating the situation as quickly as possible while still poised to defend himself if necessary.

"We don't know what you were going to do. That's the point. No one knows who you are or what you want." Dick gestures between himself and Conner emphatically, shaking his head as your name is mentioned. "They're not a vigilante like us. They're just a civilian. And while they're far from helpless, they are my baby sibling. Some stranger nobody has information about took an interest in them specifically, found their home, and snuck into their bedroom through the window in the middle of the night. The only reason we even know that is because they told us about it the next morning."

Dick peels the domino mask off his face and gives Conner an exhausted frown, pleading with him to see reason.

"That was terrifying to hear about. In a house full of detectives, nobody knew you were there. You could have hurt them. You could have taken them. You could have done any number of terrible things to my family, and we would've been none the wiser. Do you realize how inherently threatening that is, kid? Regardless of your intentions, all we knew was what you did, hours after the fact."

Conner turns his head away and crosses his arms. The red fades from his eyes along with the majority of his ire.

"I get it," he says. "Sorry for scaring you, but you can rest assured I mean them no harm."

"Great. I believe you," Dick says. "But you can't do that again. Sneaking into the Manor unannounced like that is the fastest way to get B to beat your ass."

"Tch. Like father, like son."

Dick grimaces. "I— well. Yeah. I'm sorry."

"I heard you the first time." Conner's posture straightens up and his feet leave the floor, recovered enough to use most of his powers again. "I'm gonna go now —"

"Wait!" Dick snatches his ankle. Conner stops and glares.

"Ugh. What!"

"I'm also extremely serious about the identity thing. You need to keep that to yourself. How do I know you aren't gonna run back to Luthor and immediately spill our secrets?"

The boy tilts his head, considering. Dick's grip gets tighter despite the futility of it. All the Kryptonite he could've used to subdue him, to keep him from leaving the Cave while they hash this out, is lying in a medical cart several yards out of reach. In their current positions, he's no more a hindrance than a gentle breeze.

"You don't... Unless you offer me something."

Dick's expression hardens and he clenches his jaw, no doubt already running a dozen calculations through his brain. "What do you want? Money? Territory?"

"Visitation."

You watch your brother falter. Your confusion echoes his. "What?"

Conner gently kicks his leg. Dick releases him, and the boy floats back down to the ground. Despite being almost half a foot shorter than your brother, his presence is large. Just like Uncle Clark's. His expression is no-nonsense and his hands slide into the pockets of his leather jacket. He's looking at Dick like a man that knows he's got the game stacked in his favor. Dick's looking at Conner like he's gauging how much time he's got before a bomb goes off.

"I want your sibling."

And

wasn't that just

the worst fucking way to answer that question.

Your hold on Dick's shadow slips away in your shock. You sink fully back into the void before you can find out how your brother reacts to Conner's declaration. You aren't sure you want to know.

You re-emerge in your bathroom, gasping in the steam from the abandoned shower you were pretending to take and hastily turning the knobs off. The heat in the room is nothing compared to the burning in your cheeks.

"What," you sputter, aloud, alone, and incredulous, "the fuck does that mean!!"

[kiragecko]

Not bringing this in as a GOOD idea, or an argument. Not suggesting it's the correct way to play. But this post prompted some thoughts about exploring neurodivergence through RPG mechanics.

I've seen RPGs focused on teaching skills to neurodivergent people, but not ones mapping what it FEELS LIKE to be neurodivergent.

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Now imagining a tabletop RPG where perception checks only activate if your Hyperfocus or ADHD Distractibility gets above a certain level. Otherwise, the room gets described to you at a neurotypically "normal" level.

If one of your Special Interests are architecture, interior design, nature, or anything else that would affect perception of this environment, you always have to do perception checks. Bonuses if the thing to be perceived is related to your interest, severe demerits if it isn't.

Just ... my husband definitely does perception checks! The arbitrary, undirected chance of perceiving or not perceiving. The sense that perception is something happening to him, that he doesn't control.

And my ADHD experiences don't map QUITE as directly, but it wouldn't take much work. D&D already has skills, expand those to "interests", let the player take as many as they want, and then watch them immediately start seeing every experience through their "fandoms".

Like, most tabletop RPGs seem to be very neurodivergent already. I wouldn't be surprised if perception checks were just an autistic guy thinking this was a good mapping of normal human perception.

I think people should try to be me for fun - it's a challenging and rewarding experience!

If there was one thing I could retroactively erase from existence in the entire history of the tabletop RPG medium it would be the concept of using "perception checks" or "investigation rolls" or any similar mechanics in dungeon-crawling RPGs to determine if the PCs can see a detail in their environment.

"A DC 15 Perception roll is required to see..." "A DC 20 Investigation roll will reveal..." no. Shut up. If the thing is in plain sight or can be perceived with the senses by simply existing in this space and taking a look around then the PCs are perceiving it and describing it to the players is part of your role because you are their source of sensory information about the in-game world.

And if it's not in plain sight or deliberately concealed in some way then they simply DON'T perceive it but can reveal it by narratively interacting with their environment until one of their actions undoes whatever's concealing it, not rolling a die to see if they can Perceive Hard Enough to reveal it.

[bingbongsupremacy]

The Protector

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

Warning: Implications of Human Trafficing, Talks of Murders, Creepy Man, Cursing, Violence

Summary: You're walking home late at night when a drunk stranger approaches, clearly with bad intentions. Thankfully, a stranger steps in to help you.

This doesn't really follow the movies or shows.

*Not Proof Read*

My mom always told me to be careful at night. The darkness emboldens people in a way they wouldn't dare to normally behave. It unleashes the darker parts of their personality, giving them a sense of confidence that they won't be caught.

It's happened before. It'll happen again. I've heard stories of girls in my neighborhood getting snatched in the middle of the night. Some return home -although never the same as they were before. Some are never found or are found dead. I've heard the gunshots that ring through the deathly silent streets. Later on the news, my suspicions are confirmed. Someone was murdered once again.

My neighborhood is rough. But I have no choice but to stay here until I can save up enough to leave.

I was supposed to be home hours ago. I try to leave work before the sun goes down. That wasn't possible today, and unfortunately for me, the buses stop shortly after sundown.

My boss kept me late filing paperwork and filling out forms. Something that should've taken me a few hours ended up taking me the entire day due to his negligence and irresponsibility. He figured that I wouldn't mind receiving months' worth of work a day before it's all due to be checked. I did.

Maybe he just didn't care.

Either way, because of him, I've been forced to spend that last half hour walking through the dark streets of the city towards my home.

If I could, I'd call a cab. I barely have enough money to cover rent this month. I have to tough it out.

The street lights send a faded glow onto the dark streets. My steps clack softly against the cracked cement, echoing slightly through the rows of apartments and worn down homes. Most of the buildings are completely dark. No one is out. No one is awake.

I tighten my grip on my bag as I continue down the street. Cold, bitter air nips at my face and the exposed skin on my hands. My coat only holds in so much heat. My body is cold and tense.

Trees and large bushes cast ominous shadows across the sidewalks up ahead. Worries flood my mind about possible things hiding in the shadows, waiting to attack me.

I push through my fears and force myself to continue forward.

It's eerily quiet outside, save for the occasional dog that will bark as I pass their house.

I finally make it onto my street. Like all of the other streets, everyone's inside and asleep. I

I let a small sigh of relief and I feel my shoulders relax slightly. My peace is short lived.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot movement on one of the porches. The home belongs to one of the many local drug dealers. All sorts of different people crash at his house at all hours of the night. It's not unusual to see someone on his porch.

I just wish there hadn't been anyone over tonight.

I pick up my speed, hoping the person will stay on the porch.

Unfortunately, they don't. A rough hand grips my wrist, spinning me back in the direction of the person.

A tall man stares at me, his eyes glassy and filled with a wicked glint. His smile is wide and unnerving. He's dressed in messy, torn-up clothes. Stains, I think may be blood, are splattered around his collar and under his nose like he's recently been in a fight. The smell of booze spills out of his pores, flooding my nostrils. His grip is firm and slightly painful.

"Hey baby, whatcha doin' out here?" He asks, his voice slurred. His eyes scan over my body, staying a few seconds longer on my chest than anything else.

My spine shivers at the leering man. My stomach twists and turns in fear. I'm frozen in fear, unsure what to do. He's stronger than me. He'll overpower me. If I scream, I doubt anyone would come. They know this neighborhood. They know what happens after dark.

I'm on my own.

"Please let me go." I try to say it confidently. My voice slightly waivers.

The man clicks his tongue disapprovingly. "Baby, you don't need to be scared."

I want to vomit at the nickname.

"You and I can have a lot of fun, you know that? Go back to my place...see where the night takes us." Once again, his eyes settle on my chest as he finishes his words.

"I said, please let me go." I say in a more stern tone. "I don't want to go anywhere with you."

The man's eyes narrow and snap up to me. Anger fills his gaze. His grip on my wrist tightens, and he twists it tightly, sending pain flooding through my hand.

I let out a yelp and try to pull back.

The man doesn't let go. "Listen, Bitch. It wasn't a real question. You're coming with me whether you'd like to or not." He spits.

"Please stop! You're hurting me!" My chest pounds louder. I feel like I'm going to throw up.

The man lets out a sinister chuckle. "Good." He's about to say something else when, all of a sudden, a large hand roughly grabs his hand and pries his fingers off my wrist.

Loud pops echo through the air as the man's fingers are pulled into an unnatural position. The man lets out a scream in agony at the sight and feeling of his fingers being broken.

My eyes widen, and I gasp, stumbling backwards. I take in the sight in front of me. The man who helped me is dressed in all black clothing, the only thing showing being some skin above his face mask and his muscular metal arm. His hair is dark brown and long, blowing slightly in the cold breeze. His angry eyes are pointed at the man in front of him. He grabs the other man by the collar, punching him in the face. Then he drops my offender on the ground, puffing his chest out to intimidate him.

The other man cowers, holding his damaged hand to his chest. He spits out a string of curses, begging my protector to stop. He scoots back as fast as he can, almost falling over from not being able to use one of his hands.

My protector takes a slow and intimidating step towards the cowering man, daring him to speak again. He follows the cowering man, pushing him backwards until his back is pressed against a spikey bush.

The cowering man is whimpering, begging for mercy. My protector leans down until he's at eye level with the cowering man.

The cowering man refuses to meet his gaze, his sobs loud and fearful.

"Touch her again, and I will find you. I will kill you." His words are stronger than a threat. They're a promise. This man is not fucking around.

Something about this man tells me he'll have no problem following through with his word. He won't struggle to find where this man lives.

My attacker nods furiously, his face red from his crying. "I won't! I promise."

My protector grabs the man by his collar once again, eliciting a yelp from the other man. "Leave." He tosses the man towards the sidewalk leading away from us.

The other man stumbles forward, quickly catching his balance and running off away from us. He clutches his hand against his chest, his cries dying down the further he gets.

My protector watches as the other man runs away, making sure he's fully gone before finally turning to me.

I stare at the man, shocked and horrified at what I just witnessed. My heart pounds, fear climbing up my throat once again. I tightly grip my bag once again like it's somehow going to protect me. "I-I...Thank you." I finally say, trying to shake off my nerves.

The man gives me a curt nod, glancing down at my bruising wrist that's covered by my jacket.

For a moment, all the chaos distracted me from my injury. His gaze brought the sore feeling back.

I lift up the sleeve of my jacket slightly to reveal a forming blackish blue bruise.

"Go home. Take care of it." The man's voice is monotone, exactly the way it had been when he was talking to my attacker. His gaze shifts from my wrist to my face. He's watching me.

"O-Okay." I nod in agreement, pulling my sleeve down. "What..." Should I ask him? I decide to do it. "What's your name?"

The man doesn't respond. He just continues to watch me.

Feeling nervous and not wanting to push the dangerous individual, I decide to thank him one last time. "Thanks again. I...I don't know what I would've done without you." I say sincerely. "Is there anyway I can repay you?" I offer.

"I don't need repayment. Just get home. It's not safe out here." The man states.

"I'll go then," I say, not wanting to argue. I turn around and begin walking down the street towards my apartment. When I get to my building, I turn to look back in the direction of the man who saved me.

He's unmoved. His eyes connect with mine. He was watching to make sure I got here okay.

I give him a small, nervous wave and smile before stepping into my building and closing the door. I peek out of the window in the door, trying to catch a glimpse of the man again.

But he's gone. Within seconds, he vanished into the night.

Who is he?

------ Years Later -------

After that night, I began training so I could protect myself in case something like that ever happened again. I never saw the man again. But I'll never forget how he saved me.

My training paid off. It unlocked a harshness in me I didn't know I had. I began to box. It started out legal, but eventually turned into underground paid events. I took my opponents out quickly and painfully. It paid well. It made me strong.

Eventually, my interests took a turn. My neighborhood was getting worse. I needed to protect myself.

I started to learn how to use weapons-it started out for protection. It evolved into me becoming a hitman. It all happened so quickly. It was a blur of my normal life turning into violence. Eventually, my skills were sought after by SHIELD, something I never thought would happen.

I was recruited to become an Avenger. Everything was fine until Tony and Steve started fighting, and we were forced to pick sides.

The day Steve found Bucky and brought him back was the day I realized he was the man who saved me. It brought so many unanswered questions back into my mind.

Why did he save me? Why was he in the neighborhood? Had he been stalking me?

As soon as Bucky came too and Steve asked which Bucky he was, I got my answers.

Bucky's eyes land on me. A glimmer of recognition flashes through his eyes. "You're the girl."

I don't need further explanation to know he's talking about me. "I am," I cross my arms and walk closer to him. "You're The Winter Soldier."

He doesn't say anything.

"Why did you save me? That night with the man. You didn't need to. Why?" I ask, my eyes steadily holding his gaze.

Bucky's brows draw together like he's trying to remember.

"Why were you there?" I try not to make my questions sound like an interrogation.

"I was there on a mission," Bucky responds, his gaze torn away from mine. He looks at the ground, still trying to remember. "I was sent to kill a dealer in the neighborhood. Someone who knew too much. I saw you walking through the dark. The man grabbed you, and I saw your face. Your fear. I remembered...I remembered a woman I'd helped protect in the past...In the 40s before I went to war. I felt pulled to help. So I did."

His instincts overpowered his training.

"Thank you." I let out a slightly shaky breath. "I don't know what would've happened to me without you. You helped me get here today."

His eyes turn to look up at me.

"I owe you. And I will pay it back." I promise.

"You don't have to." He says quietly.

"I do and I will. I'll help you the way you helped me." I insist.

It's my turn to stand up for him. I won't let Tony get his hands on him.

That's a promise I'll fulfill.

[pangolin-404]

Finished suturing kit last night (It broke me) and just saw the "She's careful with her teeth" art. Tell me EVERYTHING abt Sam x Hellen 👀👀❤️

you've caught me at the perfect time (doodling them)

I'm still getting a solid grasp on their relationship (both platonic and romantic) but so far:

Hellen is extremely blunt about many things, but not cruel. Sam appreciates this. It's kind of unclear how much of a toll the Visitor took on her mind, or if she was just like that. Did she kill anyone pre-Visitor? Sam's not sure.

Hellen likes Sam's kindness and general demeanor. He's endearing, honest, and extraordinarily patient with all he has to deal with. Strangely collected and soft, even in such an environment.

generally strong mutual respect for each other's skills and tenacity

Sam tends to shoulder a lot of responsibility, which Hellen normally allows. She sees that he's got a good head on his shoulders and doesn't intend to get in the way of the latest plan he's zeroed in on (besides, she's got nothing better to do). But when Sam steps back from the front, he gives the reins to Hellen.

Both Sam and Hellen like doing things for people to show they care. Sometimes they get in each other's way about this. Sometimes it works out (Sam cooks, Hellen does the dishes after).

They try to get into each other's interests. Hellen will lean over the back of the couch to watch Sam play games with Joel (or whoever he's with that session), but wouldn't have any interest in playing herself. Likewise, he'll listen to Hellen talk about plants, and the garden she maintained pre-Visitor. She rarely talks about herself, so it's nice when she opens up a bit. Maybe, eventually, she admits she wants to return to it when everything's over, even if the plants get weird.

the day Sam digs up a gardening game is a beautiful day of bonding

Sam is afraid of, or unsettled by, Hellen's face for some time, but he's seen enough horrors to not react to it. She knows it scares him. Neither of them could put a finger on exactly when Sam stopped being afraid. Over time, and depending on who else lives with Sam, Hellen grows more comfortable leaving the mask off in the apartment.

They're each, in their own ways, unused to human contact. Sam was extremely lonely pre-Visitor, and Hellen's whole perception of herself and her relation to others shifted when she looked outside (she views herself as objectively frightening and something unpleasant to look at; she doesn't want to scare everyone on sight <- I'm still tentative on that take but she's got SOMETHING going on). tldr they're awkward about each other and holding hands

Even during the apocalypse, time to take things slow is rare. They're always either in the trenches or recovering from a fight or stressful encounter. Hardly enough time to be with each other, or even the other people in the apartment, in a peaceful way. Always other things and other people (mainly the kids) to worry about. Not quite such a thing as domesticity, out there.

If Monty and Xaria have kicked Sam out of his own room, he occasionally sleeps against or on top of Hellen while she keeps watch.

even though Hellen is careful, she does end up accidentally biting Sam while kissing him at least once she's bitten him on purpose too

the goofy rabbit drawing kinda gives away part of what I think the rest of hellen looks like. but yeah that, just to a far greater extent. all cuts across her flesh opening into teeth and sometimes eyes. she doesn't have a lot of sensation or control over those mouths but she gets kissed there too because why not, she deserves it :)

Fifteen days wasn't enough for them to know each other as well as they would've liked.

[badassbutterfly1987]

(ID: Pic 1: "It's okay, I can peel back the layers of you until I find the soft and gentle core of you you've had to work so hard to hide"? No. No, it's okay, I know you're hollow; I'm here anyway. You don't have to pretend it isn't masks the whole way down. Whatever face you want to wear, I still love you. I don't need you to be good or unflinching or the antonym of violence. If I did, I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't ask that of you. I have nothing against a character who is layers of scar tissue and callous protecting a small little sliver of their before self, who just wants to be safe to let that sliver grow and heal. However, when the only thing under all the scarring is more scarring. When there's nothing of the before self left at all. When there was a precipice, and they tumbled over it, and even if they got back up they'll never heal right. And then to have someone still say 'I care for you.' You are broken and I can't fix you and I'm here anyway. So what if you're a ghost of yourself? You can haunt me." Pic 2: "I don't know man, I just wish that we could [suddenly realising I'm coming dangerously close to expressing a real and earnest thought instead of filtering everything through several layers of intangible running bits] blow up the entire world. Or something."

Pic 3: "Big fan of characters with abandonment + attachment issues so profound that they leave claw marks in everything they touch but would sooner gnaw off their own leg than admit they just want someone to stay for once. In a totally normal well adjusted and not at all projecting way of course." Pic 4: "When you have wanted to be wanted all your life, and then somebody wants you, it feels like cheating. It feels like eating something you're not supposed to eat, and you eat it too quickly, always afraid of your lover walking in and seeing it smeared all over your face, red, the damning evidence of your hunger to be wanted, and nobody wants to love someone too desperate to be loved, so you do your best not to be desperate, you walk in the harsh January sun with your hands freezing in your pockets and try to look like someone who doesn't want anything too much. Here's the thing, you want everything so much that you're like a ravine in the shape of a woman, taking in anything that seems like it could be love." Pic 5: "Someone: I love you." "My damaged ass: the love you speak of is conditional, you are only in love with what I present or project to be and again it's sifted through another layer of your perspective, you love what you think I am, and when I stop being that, you'll stop loving me." Pic 6: "My urge to massively and publically self destruct so someone finally proves they care about my well-being is at war with my common sense and terror of being seen as a burden and abandoned."

Pic 7: "Realizing that I'm not the kind of person that has people, I'm the person that people have. I'm not meant to be loved, I'm meant to love. I'm not meant to be supported, I'm meant to be supportive. I'm not meant to be anything more than the person who's there when other people need them. I'm the person who people only reach out to when they need someone and I'm convenient." Pic 8: "When I watch other people my age, I see that they have this kind of effortless way about them that I don't think I'll ever have. The way they talk to each other and the way they go out and pursue what interests them without having to think twice about it. The way they know how to conduct themselves, the way it all comes so naturally to them, like breathing or swimming or riding a bike. It's like they all have something ingrained in them that I just don't have, and it's so embarrassing and it's fucking killing me." Pic 9: "It secretly terrifies me that I have no solid personality or identity. I you asked me who I am I could only give you a name and age. My identity is fragmented and prone to shattering under pressure. I have no idea who I am, but I know each of my created personalities very well, it's like being 50 people all at once and nobody at all at the same time. I'm an empty body with a mind that's overflowing." Pic 10: "I've gotten good at leaning on metaphors. I've gotten good at living on someone else's page. I cut my teeth on second-hand sentiments. You can't trust a single thing I say." End ID.)

Making a web weave seemed fun. Here’s one about being “masks the whole way down” (@/notquiteaghost) or something along those lines

Song is Metaphor by the crane wives

[biblioaddict]

The Many Mysteries of Kim Soleum

(Well actually I'm only writing down the three main ones that stick out to me the most but shh)

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTERS 192+

1. His family

Let's take a moment to put ourselves in Soleum's shoes: imagine being transported to a world where eldritch, ungodly horrors are real, where everyone dies faster than your phone battery does when you actually need it, where contact of your friends somehow still remain, but your family, who - according to the fact that you mentioned somewhere in the novel that they've warned you against entering finance - you should still have contact with in your world, is apparently wiped out, wouldn't you at least take a moment to find out what's happened to them? Or at least mention that fact beyond a single, quickly brushed-off sentence in the beginning, even if you're (maybe) trying not to think about it?

There's no way a guy like Soleum wouldn't pay attention to these things just because this isn't the 'real' world and they're not his 'real' parents. He still tries to save everyone he can even though they're just 'characters' after all. Nor would he be the type to disregard them even if they have a bad relationship with him (see: all the times he's (sometimes however unwillingly) saved Baek Saheon).

Yet, for some reason, he does. He has no reaction to their disappearance at all. He was more concerned about not having a house - and this is the guy who's sentimental as hell.

2. His strength

Bro, you are not telling me that some random office worker, who probably hasn't lifted anything but the weight of his own body to get up for another miserable day at work, can lift a grown ass man like Baek Saheon, push away a manhole cover, and subdue an incredibly trained close combat agent with the agent unable to overpower him through physical force.

Even if Soleum worked out Choi should be able to beat him easily. But it's not just that. He never, ever mentions any form of physical activity to be a hobby of his. Nor does he does he mention doing anything to maintain his physique. Sure, you could argue that running around in ghost stories is a form of exercise in and of itself (Soleum would very much agree) but then that brings us back to point one: where would a supposedly normal guy get this kind of strength?

3. His status in the Dark Exploration Records wiki and his ghost story

Here's what we know so far:

• Based on how kse's contributed to the technical school's exploration record and how he casually mentions wanting to add the way he solved the Red Dress at Exit 4 disaster to the wiki but deciding otherwise because it didn't really fit his style (ch.168), aside from lurking and reading, it seems to imply that he's a frequent contributor to the wiki.

• He also mentions having made a ghost story, but never elaborates on what story it is.

• It seems like the way you submit or edit a darkness operates in nearly the same vein as submitting an SCP in the SCP wiki does, so he'd have to be greenlit by two experienced authors before he could've gotten his ghost story published.

From this, I think it's safe to infer that Soleum might be a known, if not prominent figure as a wiki user.

What's the ghost story that he wrote, exactly? Like his parents, it's something he quickly brushes off and never really mentions, if I remember correctly, beyond chapter 1. This one can be easily answered though: maybe kse's trying not to think about it because this ghost story he made is suddenly very much real and he now has blood on his hands because of it. But, as with everything in this novel, there's that itching feeling that there must be a special reason why.

[jakeyispuppy]

SLEEPLESSNESS | PARK SUNGOON

🌌 Pairing: Park Sunghoon Perverted boyfriend! x female reader Cute girlfriend who's willing to try new things!

🌌 Summary: The female reader proposes to Sunghoon that they have sex while one of them is sleeping. Sunghoon, thinking about it so much, ends up having a wet dream and from that moment on, he can't go back to sleep without imagining the things that could happen while the reader sleeps.

🌌 Genre: Smut.

🌌 Words: 1K.

🌌 Warnings: Sunghoon as a pretty dirty pervert!, somnophilia, vulgar language, unprotected sex, Sunghoon makes a mess in the reader's panties!, nicknames, established relationship, nipple stimulation, wet dream, fairly explicit obscenity, nipple play, getting caught in the act. (Sorry, if I missed any tags)

Sungghoon didn't know how he'd ended up like this: With a boner pounding against his shorts in the middle of the night. While you were sleeping peacefully next to him, oblivious to the mess your cute boyfriend had created.

It had all started yesterday morning when you were in the kitchen, washing the dishes after breakfast. The question came up as something monotonous, something simple that seemed the most normal thing in both of your daily lives. But it wasn't. At least not for Sunghoon:

"Hey, baby," you called out as he sipped some water. His eyes scanned you, reassuring you that he was paying attention. "What do you think about doing it while one of us is asleep?"

Your question came out so naturally that Sunghoon almost spit out his water. Sunghoon placed his glass on the counter and looked at you with a frown. Were you sure he'd heard correctly?

"What?"

That was the only thing that escaped his lips as you chuckled softly.

"I'm serious," you said with a smile.

"So..." Sunghoon cleared his throat, looking at you in a mixture of disbelief and surprise. "Would you like to try that?"

You looked at him amused and nodded.

"Yes, but if you don't like the idea..."

"No, I mean..." Sunghoon scratched his neck and looked away, ignoring your curious, mischievous eyes.

He didn't even know what to say. But even though the idea sounded so strange to him, he couldn't deny that he felt strangely aroused just imagining you at his mercy. Vulnerable, able to do whatever he wanted to you, while being completely sure that you wouldn't be mad at him for doing something like that the next day, because you were perfectly fine with the idea, or that's how it sounded to him when your words left your lips.

"So?" You asked once again, looking at him slyly.

Something in Sunghoon's expression changed. His previously restless and confused eyes seemed glossy and filled with intensity as he licked his lips, scanning you.

"If that's what you'd like, I'm... I'm fine with that." Sunghoon looked away. You noticed his slightly flushed cheeks and chuckled.

That was how it all began. But Sunghoon couldn't forget that conversation all day, and now, in the middle of the calm night. After having an intense dream about you, his imagination was taking its toll. His cock ached and his breathing was labored as he watched you lying on his chest with one leg draped over his, your breathing calm and your body relaxed.

He really wanted to see you like those other nights, when you seemed so peaceful and tender. While he gently stroked your hair. But right now, just seeing you wearing a pair of panties and one of his button-down shirts, Sunghoon felt an immense desire to fuck you, even more so after that dream.

It was your fault that he wanted to take you like this now, even though you were on your fifth dream. He just wanted to get rid of his damn erection, caused by all the suppressed thoughts he'd had yesterday.

Scene after scene replays in his head, as if it were imprinted inside his brain. As if that lustful dream had been more real than just a trick of his mind. Sunghoon runs his hungry eyes over your sleepy body. Your swollen lips, the way your knee occasionally brushes against his erection, your breasts peeking through your white shirt and that tiny pair of plain, black panties.

His trembling fingers run over the soft skin of your arm. Gently. With no intention of waking you up. His fingers rise to your neck, gently touching it, raising goosebumps and causing you to stir, letting out an incoherent murmur before lying still again.

Sunghoon lets out a stifled sigh and brings his hand to your cheek, gently groping it. Then you stir again. Your knee brushes against his bulge again, causing a grunt to escape his lips.

Sunghoon could have simply gone to the bathroom and cleaned up his mess, but he can't forget your words. You gave him an invitation to... He used you, and he just wanted to fuck you now. When you looked so beautiful and vulnerable to him. He felt like a fucking pervert with an absurd fetish that made his cock harden with every passing second.

Sunghoon leans closer to you, his lips gently pressing against your cheek. His hand travels to the leg you have draped over his and moves it slightly, squeezing and massaging your thigh lazily.

"Fuck, why do you have to do this with me, babe?" He growled through gritted teeth, saying it more to himself than to you.

Gently, he positioned you so you were lying face up on the bed. His thumb probed over your panties, pushing up against your clit, making you shudder in your sleep. He couldn't hold it in anymore!

Sunghoon slowly lowers his shorts and boxers, careful not to wake you. His cock bounces against your abdomen. Rising, rock-hard, the tip; dripping with precum.

He's not even thinking. He aligns his cock with your clothed pussy, and then the only thing on his mind is the way his cock is now rubbing against your panties, soaking them with his precum. He keeps thrusting between your clothed walls, the underwear becoming more and more transparent, and his free hand pushes your leg to the side, giving him more access to your pussy. His head falls back, his eyes close, his lower lip ends up between his teeth, bitten down hard to silence the moans and groans that want to escape his lips.

Sunghoon is making a mess of your panties. But he doesn't care; to him, you look fucking good with your panties damp from his own arousal. The thought of you waking up is still on Sunghoon's mind, and it still worries him, because despite what you told him, the fear mixed with his arousal is still latent on his skin. He feels a little more daring and moves the hand he's holding your leg to your panties and moves them to the side, not taking them off, just opening a small opening to begin inserting his tip into your hole. He's not even seriously penetrating you; he just slides his tip in without even touching you and repeats his action desperately. He's seriously making a complete mess.

Your body feels strangely dreamy; for a moment, heat runs through you, and you feel aroused and dripping. But you think it's just a wet dream, until you hear Sunghoon's soft moan, making your eyes widen in confusion.

But Sunghoon is too focused on cumming in your panties, moving his hips back and forth. His tip thrusting in and out rapidly and his moans are music to your ears. If you weren't completely sleepy and now also horny because of your boyfriend, You'd probably be more than thrilled with the scene.

"Hoon..." You gasped, half asleep, clinging to his shoulders to make him stop.

Sunghoon looked at you, half scared, half excited, not stopping his movements. Fuck, he was terrified, but he didn't want to stop. His desire to fuck you was driving him crazy, and now that you were awake, he wouldn't let you close your eyes again.

"W-what... Are you doing?"

"I was so turned on by your fucking fetish for fucking while you sleep, and I..." Sunghoon let out a growl as he thrust his cock into your pussy, drawing a muffled moan from you. "Fuck, baby, you squeeze me so tight. You're so fucking hot when you sleep, you know that?"

Your words didn't leave your mouth, you just clung to Sunghoon's shoulders. Unable to utter words when his cock was filling your pussy, rubbing against your clit and bruising your entrance roughly. Not to mention the mess between your panties and thighs. He'd seriously become obsessed with the idea of ​​fucking you while you slept, and you loved it. You didn't think he'd agree, but now that you're seeing it with your own eyes. Sunghoon's eyes filled with lust, his lips parted, and the babbled curses escaping his lips. It was a fucking paradise for you.

"Please, Hoonie... Don't stop," you begged, on the verge of collapse.

Sunghoon didn't wait any longer, and with a smile that revealed his fangs, he thrust his hips once more, drawing a moan from you. Your head fell back against the pillow, your eyes closed, and your legs buckled. One of Sunghoon's hands hurriedly unbuttoned the buttons of the shirt you were wearing, revealing your breasts that bounced under his hard thrusts.

Sunghoon leans down and captures your left nipple between his lips, making you shudder. He sucks, licks, bites with his teeth, and finally pulls out, eliciting a cry of pain and pleasure from you. Your slippery panties collided with his cock as it thrust hard into your pussy, while he continued to pound into you, delighting in your breasts.

A spasm ran through your body, and you clenched around Sunghoon, making him smile.

"Hoonie..."

His name fell from your lips in a moan, "ah!" Swept away by a lascivious kiss that Sunghoon placed on your lips without warning.

"Come on, babe; let yourself go for me," he growled against your lips, biting your lower lip and pulling it forward.

Your thighs tense and your pussy tightens around his cock, both of you moaning, letting go from the intense sensation that shakes your bodies. Your orgasm ripples through you: intense, painful, and making you tremble slightly with repeated spasms. Sunghoon climaxes too: his hot cum falling in thick drops inside you and escaping down your thighs.

Sunghoon drops his head onto your chest: exhausted but completely happy. You stroke his hair, relaxing from your own high.

The room falls silent for a few seconds until Sunghoon finally speaks.

"Sorry," a clumsy apology fell from between his lips.

"Why?"

Sunghoon looked at you in disbelief and pointed his finger at you completely.

"For this, damn, I turned you into a mess," he complained, pursing his lips, and you laughed in amusement. "It's not funny," Sunghoon grumbled, changing completely. The Sunghoon, full of lust and insatiable desire, was gone, and now only a shy and sweet Sunghoon remained, embarrassed by what happened.

"Hoon, look at me."

You asked him, watching him raise his face, his cheeks slightly red in embarrassment.

"It was perfect, you know that, right, love?"

Sunghoon sighed and hid back in your neck.

"Are you really not mad?"

"Not at all. After all, I always knew my cute boyfriend wouldn't resist fucking me any way he wanted," you joked, eliciting a nasal chuckle from him.

"Shut up," he complained, sitting up in bed.

You laughed and copied his action.

"Let's take a shower and then go to sleep," he told you, getting out of bed.

You nodded, feeling a little tired now. But relaxed.

"Sounds good."

"Unless..."

Sunghoon paused briefly, raising an eyebrow at you curiously.

"You want to do a repeat of what we did in the bathroom," he joked in a mischievous tone, making you laugh.

"Park Sunghoon, you're seriously a pervert!"

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[microknifeyuri]

I just need to say that I think it is extremely weird for someone to do a whole ass essay defending a ship that the op very clearly doesn't like just because something doesn't fit your very VERY fanonized view of a relationship. Like this is genuinely uncomfortable to read I don't know why you felt the need to share this with me, when you are very clearly not the target audience. I know this has been months ago but Jesus Christ dude have some decency, I didn't read it at the time because I was so fed up with how everyone kept treating the concept of Mic respecting herself by not being friends with Taco after leaving his ass. Talk about this in your blog I don't care about whatever argument you have to defend them you straight up don't understand why them making up was Bad.

The fact that you go on this whole rant about Mic considering Taco a friend and truly caring about her on a post that straight up talks about that was not the case + how it is unhealthy for them to still be friends when taco doesn't even want to change canon-wise pisses me off to no end. I don't CARE if you think they were THIS POST WASN'T FOR YOU. Mic straight up never had a close relationship with Taco. Any sort of care she had for Taco was because Mic is extremely selfless. She always prioritizes other first and hey! Unlike Taco, Mic wouldn't reveal somebody's secrets, even if they had hurted her badly! Which was what TACO was trying to do on II 15 by trying to reveal Microphone's secret through Knife. The movie was extremely disrespectful to Mic and Pickle as a whole due to this.

I feel the need to clarify this even if the guy who said all of this blocked me but dudeee. There was straight up no need to add this to a post that was not meant for you. I don't care if you like them that's fine but people have to be normal over others not liking your ship because this is just uncomfortable to have as an addition.

I'm sorry if this sounds aggressive but genuinely if a post or content isn't for you. You don't have to tell the poster "actually" if they didn't ask for it. PLEASE just block and move on

see you never, alligator.

comic about taco leaving ii for good (and respecting mic's and pickle's wishes via leaving their lifes) and actually moving on, and knife helps her realize that she needs to do that.

[hittmeandtellmeyouremine]

clingy

pairing: puddin!reader x older!rafe

warnings: mdni, lottie do not read, nothing crazy but suggestive content, ddlg themes, use of 'daddy'.

word count: 1.6k+ words

a/n: this was supposed to be rachel's request but i got distracted and wanted to actually answer hers without scraping this. plus i needed to feed my children. try that french toast tho. it's soooo good

the first few days it would start off with small things. you would cling to rafe as if you were handcuffed to him. which wasn't necessarily out of the normal, but it came across differently than usual. you would press closer than normal when you were on his lap, refused to wear pants around, constantly touching him.

things had changed, that was for sure. everything that could've been ignored and excused before, couldn't really be anymore.

you wake up in rafe's bed, snuggling closer against his pillow and smiling as you inhale his scent. until you realize that's all it is, just his scent. you frown, reaching over to make sure. much to your dismay, he wasn't in bed with you.

you slip out of the bed, his shirt falling to your thighs. you rub the sleep from your eyes, feet following the noises making your ears perk up.

pans clattered in the kitchen, something scrape against a skillet. you turn the corner to see rafe, shirtless and making something on the stove.

"mornin', baby" he smiles.

"where did you go?" you frown, making your way over to him.

the second you're within distance you wrap your arms around him, head tilting up at him. his sweats hung lower than they should've on his hips, hair spiky from the cold shower he needed to take.

"to cook, puddin'. you're not hungry?" he mumbled, looking down at your pure expression.

you hum in response, nodding slightly. "what're you making?"

"you said the other day you wanted to try croissant french toast didn't you?"

you nod.

"well, i'm making it for you"

he places a soft kiss on your forehead and you stay there, watching him flip the croissants. your arms never leave him, clinging onto him like your life depended on it.

your clinginess doesn't go unnoticed by rafe who just shrugs it off simply because everything had heightened since that night. this wasn't necessarily out of the normal, not really.

his innocent little thing, his little girl.

he continues to make breakfast, working around your bear-worthy grip. he wouldn't dare tell you how much of an inconvenience it really was, not when you were looking up at him with those big brown eyes he loved.

when he finally finishes with the food he gently pries you off of him, setting you in the chair next to his. you frown as he brings your plates over, setting yours in front of you.

"i wanna sit with you" you frown as he settles into his own seat.

"puddin', you need to sit in your own seat so you can eat properly" he explains gently, running a hand over his hair.

he fights the urge to just pull you onto his lap without as much of a second thought. he didn't like denying you, with anything really, but especially himself. you were his and he was yours.

"okay" you huff.

he starts to eat his food but pauses mid bite when he sees you. you were pushing your food around with the fork, staring at it like this wasn't something you had begged for. his brows furrow, taking the bite and chewing on it a bit before he spoke.

"you actually gonna eat or just keep playing with your food?"

you pause, doing a double take at his voice.

"sorry" you mumble, taking a bite just to accompany your words.

he nods and takes another bite of his food. he continues to watch you out of the corner of his eye. you're just taking bites so that he won't question you.

"you alright, puddin'?"

"just wanna be close to you" you mutter, taking another reluctant bite.

his heart swells at yours words, welcoming them with an open mind. you were still adjusting to this new dynamic, what it entailed still being figured out by the both of you. he sighs, the somewhat stern facade revealing itself.

"come here" he sighs, patting his lap invitingly.

you slide over onto his lap, back pressing against his chest like usual. he pulls your plate over in front of you and wraps his arm around you possessively. his chin presses into your cheek lightly as he tries to eat with one hand.

you continue to stare at your food, not touching it even with the new position.

"eat" he murmurs, swallowing his bite.

you make no movement to eat and he decides right then that he's gonna get to the bottom of this.

"puddin', do you not want to eat?" he asks.

"no, i do" you say, looking back at him.

it's so subtle, just barely evident but he sees it—the flicker your eyes do between his hand and your fork. that's when it clicks for him.

"want me to feed you?"

you nod, relaxing at him finally putting the pieces together.

he nods in response, picking up his fork and bringing it to your lips. rafe continues to feed you like that until both your plates are clean. the act is so simple but it means the world to you right now. it's a big sign at just how clingy you were feeling today. you were relying on him for the simplest things, putting everything in his hands.

the second he started to feed you, you relaxed. it was an obvious observation: you were comfortable like this, you liked for him to baby you.

he sets his fork down, pulling you closer against him.

"better?" he asks softly.

you look back at him, nodding slowly. he can see the gears in your head turning, tossing an idea. he doesn't have much time to question you because before he could you leaned in to kiss him, rather sloppily too. there was nothing nice or innocent about the way you practically tried to devour him in a kiss.

he freezes slightly, taken aback by your sudden action. this wasn't necessarily like you. this behavior was overly clingy, overly affectionate. sure you were clingy and affectionate but this, this was something else.

"puddin'..."

"what?" you ask, trying to lean in to kiss him again but he stops you.

he holds you in place, away from him. he takes a moment to study your face, trying to figure out what had his little girl acting like this. his hand cups your face, nails digging into your cheeks gently as he tilts your head back. your eyes held something he couldn't quite place—affection, need, maybe submission?

"what's gotten into you?" he mutters.

"i liked the other night a lot" you confess, nibbling on the inside of your cheek.

he nods slowly, piecing together what you were getting at.

"i love you, daddy" you say, leaning in for another kiss.

at first, he allows himself to return it, letting you taste him as you pleased. but eventually he pulls away, shaking his head and realizing some boundaries needed to be put into place.

"puddin', slow down for a sec" he murmurs, pushing your face away a bit.

you whine at his rejection, a frown quickly forming on your face. your eyes trail over him, replaying the intimate moments in your head. they seeped into your brain and stuck to your hippocampus like sweetest, thickest honey you've had.

"hey, don't do that" he scolds softly, trying to stroke away your frown with his thumb.

"why can't we kiss again" you ask, shifting in his lap to face him now.

he swallows hard, hands moving to your thighs. it was getting harder and harder to deny what was happening here, your advances beginning to become too much for him to handle reject.

"because, you're not thinking straight" he says gruffly.

without giving you an opportunity to object, he gets up and sets you on the chair, grabbing your plates and bringing them to the sink. though it's hard, he tries his best to ignore your gaze burning into him. your brows furrow at the distance he had created between you.

oh no, that just wouldn't do.

"why are you doing this?" you ask, crossing your arms over your chest with a huff.

he doesn't give you an answer, wiping his wet hands dry on a hand towel.

your phone buzzes and he catches a glimpse of the pink notification. he takes the device into his hand, unlocking it and seeing the notification insinuating that you were ovulating.

oh? oh.

how didn't he pick up on it sooner?

"daddy?" you call, a little louder than before.

"you're not thinking straight baby, this is just your body going through something"

your eyes narrow at his dismissive words.

"i'm thinking just fine" you state, the sweetness in your tone gone. "i want to be with you, daddy"

"with me how, puddin'?" he questions, looking over at you finally.

the truth was, you didn't know the answer to that question. you just knew you wanted rafe in any way you could have him.

"why won't you touch me again?" you ask.

"puddin', it's not that simple" he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"you keep saying that but i don't understand" you say, raising your voice.

"baby, we cannot..." he sighs, trailing off because he didn't know how to explain this to you nor was he in the state to.

he sees your face, the way your bottom lip quivers from his space—both physically and emotionally.

"i just wanna be close to you, daddy" you whisper.

"i know, baby" he sighs, nodding. "but i'm still trying to figure out how we do this"

silence filled the space between you.

eventually rafe gave in a bit, allowing you to lay your head on his lap while you watched tv in the living room. he coiled one of your curls around his fingers, other hand sliding back and forth on the tanned skin of your thigh.

he needed to figure this out.

quickly.

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[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Hi mutual! 🫶🏻

I love your work and I was wondering if you could do some Yandere headcanons for Kylo Ren with a gender neutral resistance fighter darling? That would be amazing! Hope you’re doing well and stay hydrated!

— LOVESICK (he/they)

Hi moot!! :) hope you're doing well too!

Of course I can and will. Kylo had so much potential after all!

Yandere Kylo Ren headcanons

Star Wars masterlist

Cw: Kylo is his own warning and dead dove do not eat

When it came to the Resistance and dealing with them, Kylo usually takes a bit of a sit back and let Hux or Phasma deal with them for the most part.

Kylo had captured you along with other high ranking Resistance members which he individually interrogated.

With you though, he couldn't help but see something in you. Not that you didn't know anything or give him anything valuable.

He saw something special in you and he wanted to keep you for it. Normally his speciality is slicing people up but he had other plans with you.

Keeping you captured on his ship felt too good to be true, sometimes he would just come to you and ask personal things like:

"You want to go back to the Resistance? But you're not going to."

"Are you scared? Think you might die? If I've wanted you to die you'd already be."

"This ship looks so colorful with you here."

He wouldn't admit it towards others but he slowly developed feelings towards you. Kylo will try making your stay less uncomfortable, offering you a cell and personally bringing you food.

Kylo knows you're secretly trying to get out. To leave him, but you should try better than that. He already dealt with that when some Stormtrooper helped an elite pilot of the Resistance escape.

If you magically could get off from his ship and he knows, he will slice up some droids to vent, push officers around with the force or choke them.

As soon as Kylo Ren has your location you could say it's game over for you, even if the Resistance is protecting you, he slices through them like Darth Vader chops up Rebels.

Kylo Ren is creepy with that mask on and he knows it and will use it to intimidate you. He may not even use his powers to catch you, seeing you run from him is far too amusing.

If you happen to run into a forest, consider yourself playing cat and mouse because Kylo would use his lightsaber to cut down trees to scare you, even trying to get you into a rush so you're running off again.

When he had enough chasing around, he simply stops you with the force until he's looming over you.

"That wasn't smart at all, darling. You're coming back to me whether you want that or not."

Force-sedates you and carries you back to the ship. He waits for you to wake up and brushes the back of his hand against your cheek.

"Welcome back."

Although if you repeadedly try to escape, Kylo would want to mark you up and what better way would that be other than his lightsaber? Just a small burn on your arm, leg or shoulder should do it.

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