#we kept the fire going for almost a week straight :)

[dogboystmichael]

Windows into the Kingdom of Heaven

wood fired stoneware vessel :)

[mayon3sa]

🗯️700 Days of you

SYNOPSIS: Part 2 for the infamous Bakugou texts

DISCLAIMER: Guys English isn't really my first language, though i understand it well i had my friend read over and give me feedback on what i should've changed and added I'm sorry if this is a let down but i tried really hard, i hope you guys enjoy any feedback is greatly appreciated, also I'm so sorry it took almost a week i kept scraping so many ideas sorry , ending was kinda rushed as well sorryyyy :((( <3

You've known Bakugou Katsuki for roughly 700 days, which is since you were 14. It's not like you knew him well, you just always saw him around your middle school, neighborhood, and at your parents' jobs. The first time you caught a glimpse of Bakugo was on the first day of middle school, the same year you would be leaving for high school. There wasn't anything special about that day, but what made you cherish that day was that he looked back at you as well.

The very first time you got to catch a glimpse of who Bakugou was as a person was through a school project. There aren't enough words in any dictionary to express your gratitude towards Aizawa for pairing you guys together. That day, you managed to get his number and meet up with him at a cafe. Looking back at that memory, you start to cry, not from sadness but embarrassment.

"Hey Bakugou, over here, I got some food for us," were the first words you had spoken to him directly. It seemed foolish to think about his response; would it be "Thank you so much, I love you, let's get married"? Not really. Maybe you had started reading too many romance mangas with Sero. "I don’t like anything that’s not spicy," he said bluntly, getting straight to the point. You would be lying if you said you weren't feeling as if he would explode any second.

"Oh, well, I can always ask for something else."

"There’s no need for that, let's just get started with the project."

"Oh, right. So, I was thinking..." As the afternoon soon turned into nighttime, you both had a pretty decent outline. Bakugou wasn’t bad, at least you didn’t think so. He was the type of person to get straight to the point of whatever he needed to communicate. Although he had trouble wrapping his head around the idea of teamwork, he was still there with you, giving you his views on your research and fixing the paper you had made.

When the night approached, you had both parted ways. That day, you could proudly say that Bakugou wasn’t as entitled as everyone made him out to be; he was smart. It came as a shock to you - getting used to his yelling was hard, but seeing him care for a school project and be somewhat smarter than you was even more surprising.

The second time you caught a glimpse of Bakugou was when you were at work. Not that you wished to be a stalker, but that's what it seemed like at the moment. As he walked through the door, both of you were stunned to see each other. Although you wished you could crawl into a hole and die in that moment, you still had to stay professional.

"Hello, welcome to Mitsumu’s Fashion headquarters. What can I help you with today?" This was the most embarrassing moment in your life. He just stood there staring at you before he spoke up, "Yeah, I’m just gonna go to my mom’s office. She told me to stop by to help her with a photoshoot." "Oh yeah. I’m supposed to be there. We can start the shoot in a few minutes. Just waiting for the next receptionist to clock in."

20 minutes went by, along with 20 minutes of your anxiety catching up to you, fearing what was to come. The shoot went by pretty smoothly in your opinion. Well, at least Bakugou posing in different outfits went well. The only thing that went south was when the other crew members whispered about you. It was as if you weren’t there.

‘She’s such a screw-up, why can’t they just fire her already i’m getting kind of annoyed having her around’ was a sentence that caught you in a trance, amongst the ‘ugh not her’ and the ‘she’s so weird’ hearing that sentence was enough to make you stop dead in your tracks. 

Words hurt. They seemed to cut deeper with every passing day at work. But then you realized that perhaps not all words hurt equally. It was Bakugou who made you believe in that last sentence.

“You two over there near the lights, you’re not discreet at hiding your gossip, instead of focusing on a teenager at your grown age you should maybe focus on doing your job, see that light over there go fix it. It’s your job. She’s doing hers quite fine, Such shame the person you seem to talk about put you both in shame”

He looked at you, and you looked at him. In that moment you knew that deep down the angry Katsuki Bakugou everyone was so afraid of was a mask to hide how he felt. You realized at that moment that Bakugou wasn’t a bad person at all, he just had issues, just like everyone else, And part of you understood that it was okay that he did that. Because by the end of that day, you could say, Katsuki Bakugou was a kind person.

In your eyes, Katuski was the kindest person you could think of if you get to know him that is, and although kind isn’t a word people use when describing him, It was what you thought of him, and you certainly loved viewing him as such.

Katsuki Bakugou, who stayed sleepless nights with you in a cafe reading romance novels and hearing you rant about your favorite character

Katsuki Bakugou, who always glanced at you when sparring because you would cough more normally than what your drawbacks usually are

Katsuki Bakugou, who when you have no money pays for your food and orders more to disguise it as an eating competition saying he would win and ends up giving you his food because he claimed he didn’t like it, even though it’s his favorite

Katsuki Bakugou, Who hated physical touch but would let you cling to him whenever you got excited, scared, or sometimes needed a shoulder to cry on

Katsuki Bakugou, Who isn’t good at comforting people but tries to show support in different ways and when he’s cornered for being soft will always reply with ‘I’m just telling the truth’

That was the Bakugou you knew, or at least you thought you did. But you couldn’t recognize who stood in front of you.

Bakugo Katsuki, who now stood in front of you saying words you wish you could cancel out “We were never friends, I only let you stick around out of pity”. Maybe this was the kind of person you tried seeing in someone. But not everything goes how we want it to go, do we? In the end, it was you seeking comfort in someone else when they probably didn’t want you around.

Maybe 700 days of thinking you knew Bakugou were probably reduced to 1, the one being today. You had concluded the person you once thought was kind was just a character you decided to make in your head.

“What’s up with you, you looked like you got run over” How you wish you could smack your best friend right now, “Shindo you think you’re so funny, could you at least pretend to care, you assface” Yo Shindo, the only person you could say has seen through you, not just physically but emotionally as well.

Shindo just never seemed to leave you alone, having met you at recess one random day in kindergarten. He had spotted you and just followed you around wherever you went. You hit him multiple times with rocks hoping he would leave you alone “You can’t keep hitting me with rocks that’s mean, and I’m older than you” were the first words he had told you.

“I don’t care if you’re older just leave me alone” “No” “ Why not” “Because” “Because?” “Just Because” From that day on Yo Shindo followed you everywhere and you listened to whatever he had to say. At this moment, you wish you had thrown a tree trunk at him when you were younger.

“Get up let’s go get ice cream, you’re even making ME depressed, I don’t know what happened at UA, you don’t have to talk about it just come with me to get ice cream”

“How did you get in my house in the first place”

“I broke in”

“You’re lying, no you didn’t Yo”

“I’m kidding your mom let me in”

Hanging out with Shindo was always a way to decompress however you felt in situations. Being separated from Shindo at the start of High School was always hard to get used to. Not having him come visit you during lunch always felt so strange to you, half of your life seeing him come to your door with two bento boxes just disappear into thin air, leaving you lonely almost every day.

“Shindo is there any way I could transfer to Shiketsu” 

“Not that I know of, why?”

“At school, there was this guy I started getting close with, I liked him a lot. Maybe as friends, as more, I can't tell my feelings apart but I know one thing. We started getting closer and getting to know each other, I thought he was a great guy, he would do things that just made me feel loved, not necessarily romantically loved but I felt seen with him”

“It was that comfortable feeling I get when I'm with you. If that makes sense, I thought he felt the same way since he also opened up to me. He texted me yesterday saying he didn’t want to be friends with me anymore, I thought it was a joke Shindo, i even went to the company to look for answers, I found him in the middle of a shoot and I was hoping he would tell me  it was a joke but in the end, he told me‘ We were never friends, I only let you stick around out of pity’.” That sentence alone was enough to let Shindo know how you were feeling and as if on instinct he was quick to hold you against his chest as you explained how you felt

“It’s stupid to think he would feel something about me, I feel stupid Shindo I loved him a lot. Whenever I was with him I felt seen, those moments with him made me feel that someone other than you loved me, I feel so stupid, I’m so stupid to think that the boy I fell in love with never existed, it was all just what I wanted to believe Shindo”

“He never cared for me”

It had been weeks since you told Shindo about what happened. Things weren't going great, but they had taken a turn for the better. After school, Shindo would pick you up and bring snacks. Sometimes, he would take you to the library after school.

Your occasional hangouts became more frequent, and Shindo started dropping you off at school in the mornings in addition to picking you up. You began to notice a positive change in yourself, and you were proud to say that you were feeling a lot better. You weren't the only one who noticed this shift; your classmates noticed it too.

"Y/N, you seem happier, especially since that guy started dropping you off and picking you up. Are you guys dating?" Mina was quick to ask you as you showed up to class one day.

"You mean Shindo? Oh, we’re just childhood friends. He started helping me train and with my school work," you replied.

"You guys are always together. It’s almost impossible to hang out without you having plans with him," Midoriya added.

"Sorry, guys. We’ve just been catching up," you tried to clear up any rumors that might have caused any miscommunication.

Everyone had their eyes on you, watching as you spoke so highly about your 'best friend'. Especially Katsuki; he watched as you smiled, recalling all of your memories with him.

It left a sour taste in his mouth watching as you talked highly about someone else. He was never one to express his emotions well, but with you, it felt easy to try and express how he felt. He knew from the moment he stayed up with you in a library reading ‘A Silent Voice’ that he was developing feelings for you.

He was never one to indulge in emotions, but having those deep talks with you every night made him feel dumb for trying to deny his feelings.

He never confronted his emotions straight away, no matter how much Katsuki tried to adjust; he just couldn’t accept the fact that he was growing in love with you. 'Falling in love' seemed like a terrible way to describe their way of loving someone else. But again, who is he to construe about love?

Not that he purposely wished for it to be that way. Katsuki wanted nothing more than to have done things differently back then.

As time passed, he couldn't get the image of you crying out of his mind. It pained him to see you that way. It wasn't just because he liked you, but also because he knew he was the cause of your sadness. The guilt consumed him, and the thought of you moving on only added to his pain. He couldn't help but feel like a fool for what he had done to you.

Katsuki was familiar with you. He knew about your favorite romance manga, your parents' connection to his, your love for fashion, your passion for romantic comedies, your favorite subject, and your usual order at the café where you both spent countless nights. He knew you well.

Katsuki knew all your fears - spiders, carnivals, clowns, open spaces, failure, and his mom when she yelled at your co-workers. He noticed all your symptoms and sometimes felt like both of your hearts were connected. He felt crazy saying it out loud, but those moments when you both trained together, you suddenly felt everything he could think of - dizziness, nausea, chest pain, shaking, and trembling. One thing that always stuck with him was whenever you felt anxious, you would bite your fingernails. Once, he took your hands and tried to stop you from doing that, and he noticed how quickly your heartbeat calmed down and started matching his instead.

"If anyone asked him why he was so in tune with knowing you on a general level, he would say out of courtesy. But if he was asked on a deeper level, he would say his heart was calm whenever you were with him, and he yearned for that feeling and you."

He always heard from his mom that love is the most powerful thing someone can experience, in friendships, relationships, or just emotional connections with someone. He believed the majority of what his mom claimed with thoughts of his own. Love is strong, but is it strong enough to make a person?

Certainly not he thought to himself as he watched you and Shindo laugh and push each other at the carnival.

He was tired of pretending he didn’t love you, but he was also tired of not knowing how to talk to you after developing feelings for you. He messed things up, and he knows it. 

It hurts to be something he so desperately wish he wasn’t, a uncommunicative person, but it hurts more than anything being nothing without you

You were gone, no one knew where you had gone they just knew you weren’t at your dorm

The only things left behind were boxes of letters and a blanket he had got you when you were sick. Everyone was distressed, teachers all around the dorms most reassuring students others talking with Nezu on finding out where you were

And all katsuki could do was hope he wouldn’t rip the letter you had wrote to him through his tears and frustration from how tight he held the letter to his heart, hoping some way you could feel how his heart was beating and in hopes of you coming back

Katsuki

Tho the smartest yet dumbest person i know,

If you’re reading this it probably means i left, well kidnapped in other terms, i’ve known for a while i would be taken, i had a gut feeling about this a long time ago so just in case i die, or don’t make it back alive i wanted to write something for you.

There’s so many things i wish i would’ve told you before i left, but sometimes not everything goes the way we wish for them to go, I Know you Bakugou, you’re probably mad i left, or you’re probably pretending to not care, maybe even wondering where i am, if you still care that is, you’ve always been the type of person to think about things too often.

That’s not the real reason i’m writing this letter for you, there’s so much i want to say but i’m afraid there won’t be enough time to do so, so i’ll say it in this letter

Katsuki Bakugou, I am in love with you, i have been from the 700 days of knowing you, but words aren’t  enough to describe how i feel, i left a box under your bed, every reason why i fell in love with you is written in all of them. If i do end up being alive i want to say it to your face

But if i am dead, i want you to know you’re the first person i’ve ever truly loved in this life and hopefully i can love you the same way in my next one

And with that i ask one last thing from you, you’re a person who hates changes but please, if anything does end up going wrong i want you to pursue your dreams for bring number one, i’ll always be cheering you on

So for now this is my last goodbye Katsuki, Thank you for making me feel so at home, i still

think about what happened between us everyday but i hope the best for you in life, even if i’m not there

I love you, thank you for being my friend

Y/N

You were such a dumbass. How could he not love you, when you constantly ran through his mind, he tried to keep his emotions in touch but just as he opened the box you left him he was met with notes and items that reminded him of you. What hurt him even more was reading through all the notes you had wrote for him

One particular note had shifted his emotions complete

‘Hey katsuki, remember that time i kept freaking out over my school grades and you comforted me saying it would all be okay? I still think about that moment and how you held me close to your chest and we layed in bed, in that moment when i looked up at you i saw the reflection of my LED lights in your face and all i could think about was you, i wanted to kiss at that moment from how pretty your eyes looked’

In that moment Bakugo Katsuki knew that what he felt for you wasn’t some simple puppy crush, he craved you he knew that whatever he tried convincing himself wasn’t true at the moment

Not when he was clutching your hairpins and notes close to his chest wishing the burning sensation in his heart would stop

Weeks had gone by, You had been found by the pro heroes and all he could think about was how he wishes he was the one saving you instead. But atlas he was glad you were safe

When he had gotten word you were found but your condition was critical he wanted nothing more than to just run out of the dorms and find you, but he knew he would’ve been stopped by the teacher. So he waited, he visited the hospital you were staying at everyday, constantly asking when they would be taking visitors 

Everyday he was met with the same answer ‘no’ ‘not yet we’ll let you know when she’s ready’. It was killing him not knowing whether he would get the chance to clear up his mistakes and confess to you.

But all of those thoughts suddenly vanished as he waited for the nurses to let him in

You had no memory whatsoever on when you had been rescued, according to the nurses you had woken up 6 days after being rescued by the heroes, and according to one of the nurses there was a boy who constantly kept looking for you, surely it was Shindo, the nurses had said they would bring him to your room

Shock wasn’t enough to describe how you were feeling at the moment, Staring at the guy you least expected in front of you was surely not on your bucket list at all, you were going to speak first until he beat you to it

“I have a lot to say to you so just listen to what i have to say first”

“Back then, i didn’t really know how to deal with the sudden shift in my heart, watching you smile and do things we would normally do, felt so different one random day, I don’t know when it started but watching the way your eyes would shine made my heart tighten, i knew that whatever was happening to my emotions wouldn’t go well on my part”

“So i distanced myself, i never meant any of the words i said at all, i was a asshole for saying that to you, i’m not expecting forgiveness straight away, but watching you get so close to someone else made me feel uneasy, not in a possessive way, but in a way that makes me remember everything you were doing with him you had done all of that with me”

“And when i realized my feelings and had everything sorted out, i was waiting to confront you but i waited too long and you had been kidnapped, When i read your letter i knew that if i were to get you back i would tell you as soon as i could, i didn’t wanna risk you leaving without hearing what i have to say”

“I’m in love with you, I grew in love with you and your stupid smile, your stupid rants, I love you like i’ve never loved anyone before. You’re the only person that has made me smile and I yearn for that feeling and I crave you most importantly. Before i met you i didn’t understand the true meaning of what love is but being with you made me realize it’s okay to not have everything figured out and just enjoy the present” he had finished off

“You’re an asshole”

“I know that”

“You made me cry”

“I know that”

“But at the end of the day it’s you i would rather spend all the time with arguing and clearing every mistake with katsuki, I love you and i hope we can both learn more about each other”

Though he didn’t kiss you in that moment he did pull you in a hug that warms your heart. Every day you’re thankful you got to know Katsuki 700 days of knowing him made your heart warm at the thought of getting to say you had feelings for Katsuki. Things would certainly be tough from that moment on but if it was with Katsuki it was definitely worth it in your eyes.

A/N: That letter part was heavily ib the galaxy is endless on ao3 ugh i love it sm

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[glassbxttless]

Whiskey

sam o’brien (warfare) x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k+

summary: you and sam get a dog.

warnings: pre-warfare sam, just fluff! a little bit of swearing. don’t ask me how i know what a puppy that eats drywall looks like 💀 also!! if your pets have any of the names in here— i love them, i promise 🫶🏻

notes: spay and neuter your pets folks— and do your best to find rescue animals, foster, and/or only go to reputable breeders. i wanted to write something short and soft, so big thanks to @peachyproserpina for giving me the idea and beta reading so quickly!

Ever since the two of you had started dating, you had known Sam had wanted a dog. Being 18 and 19 then, neither of you had a notion on how to even care for yourselves let alone an animal— so you kept pushing it back. Pushing it back for the next milestone. Your first apartment together was too small, and then Sam’s first deployment was too soon, and then you had just bought your first house together. But now— 25 and 26, you had run out of excuses to use to keep delaying the inevitable. You were homeowners— a little white two story house with a fenced in yard, the American dream.

So you spent weeks researching breeds, training methods, food brands, everything. He’d insisted on a golden retriever from the start. But you weren’t convinced— you were living this picture perfect life straight from a fucking catalogue and now he wanted the dog on page 10 too? But all of your research kept leading you down the same path Sam was on. A golden retriever did fit your lifestyle. So five weeks after beginning your research for the perfect dog, here you were— driving to meet a litter of puppies on the other side of town. You’d checked shelters and breeders, rescue centers. Each time landing on senior dogs you’d been more than happy to give a home to, but then Sam had saw the ad on Facebook. An older woman had found a stray mama and her pups in her barn. She searched for their owners and there was no response. So now she was stuck with finding suitable homes for the bunch. 

You two had settled down into bed with the ad that night, scrolling through the photos like it was your life’s mission. And one of the puppies had caught your eye. He was big compared to his siblings, dark, with an almost red hue. The photos had made him out to look sweet and spunky. A perfect mix of you and Sam. You both had agreed on him that night, sending her a quick message on when you could meet them; you could practically hear him running around the house, tail wagging and knocking everything over in it’s wake.

You had piled in the car the following Sunday to make the trip over. Sam was practically vibrating with excitement, he was finally getting a dog. And he was getting him with you. “I swear to God, if that little red shit doesn’t immediately imprint on me like Jacob did to that little shit in Twilight, I’m returning him.”

You rolled your eyes, a soft laugh leaving your lips. “Returning him to where, exactly? I doubt she issues refunds.”

“I don’t know. The fucking void? Your mom’s garage? Or maybe I’ll just live in the backyard with him until he learns who his favorite parent will be.” He shot you a smug grin, eyes drifting back to the road in front of him. “It’s gonna be me, if you weren’t aware. You’ll be the mean one who says ‘no’ too fucking much and wipes up his accidents when he pees on the hardwood. I’ll be the fun one who gives him bacon.”

You shake your head and peek down again at the phone open on your lap. The photos of the pups still pulled up. “Right, because dogs love living in the back yard until they pick a favorite, huh?”

Sam reached over and flicked your thigh like you weren’t supposed to fire right back at him. “You laugh now, but backyard bonding is a time-honored tradition between Man and Man’s Best-Friend. I give him a stick, we stare into the distance together, howl at a few birds— boom. Soulmates. I’m sure he wouldn’t even eat me if I died, like your fuckin mom’s cats would.”

You laugh a little louder, eyes still on the photos on your phone. That almost red pup was front and center of the group. Towering over his brothers and sisters with the biggest paws and floppiest ears. “Sam, just look at him. He looks like he’d eat our drywall.”

“Exactly,” He chuckles softly in response, “That’s a dog with vision. We gotta name that guy right, or he’s gonna destroy everything we own in protest. And I don’t really feel like picking out a new couch, so please for the love of God don’t suggest something like Apollo.”

You tilted your head, eyes scanning over the photo as you think. “He kinda looks like you after you’ve been out drinking…”

Sam glanced over at you, his hand settling against the skin of your thigh, grinning. His fingers brushing under the hem of your pajama shorts as his thumb digs into the side with the pressure of his squeeze. “Whiskey.”

You look at his hand and then at him. He looks at you and then turns his attention back to the road in front of him— turning left when the gps decides to speak up. “…Actually?” you ask, not exactly hating the way the name rolled off your tongue.

Sam shrugs a bit, smiling ear to ear. “Why not? He’s the right color, he’s probably gonna cause a scene if we leave him alone for like five minutes, and also— hello— Whiskey’s my favorite vice. Just a seems a little too fitting, no?”

You bit your lip to keep from smiling too wide, but it wasn’t working no matter how hard you tried. “So what you’re saying is, we name our dog after your greatest weakness.”

Sam nodded, pulling into the drive that had been given to them. “Yes. I want to look him in the eyes every day and be reminded that I am soft. Weak. Controlled entirely by love and impulse… And barrel aged liquor.”

You grinned. “So, Whiskey then?”

He nodded again, the name rolling off his tongue like it was always meant to be there. “It’s Whiskey.” Sam parks the car, reaching down to unbuckle the seatbelt against him. The puppies were already tumbling over each other in a pen in the yard with enough space for them to run and play. There were six of them— most of them that dark golden color you and Sam had fallen in love with from the first photo. As you slide out, Sam sends the woman— who was walking down from the porch— a wave. You walk around the car to meet him where he was standing with his hand outstretched. Taking it in yours and lacing your fingers, he leads you over to the pen of puppies. Sam and the woman chat for a few moments and then he immediately steps over the gate and kneels down to greet them in their pen, pulling one of the darker pups into his lap. The one you had come to take home with you. The little guy was a bundle of energy, squirming and licking his hands. Little paws hit against his chest as the little guy stretches out and licks his face. 

You step over the gate to the pen as well and crouch down beside Sam, ready to commit to your original choice in Sam’s lap. But then your eyes landed on her— the almost-white golden retriever pup hanging towards the back of the group. She was smaller than the rest of her siblings, her fur a soft cream that almost gave you a headache in the sunlight. She had the sweetest, most curious eyes. And when she turned to you, it was like you could see right into her soul and she could yours. You reached out for her gently, your heart doing that funny little flip in your chest. The one you used to get when Sam would do anything that made you fall even further into love with him. She immediately crawls into your lap, her little nails leaving scratches on your bare thighs. But she’s nuzzling into your chest, and it felt like everything else— the other pups, especially the one in Sam’s lap— had faded into the background.

Sam looked over, still holding onto the boy you had talked about, and raised an eyebrow at the way you were looking at the dog in your lap. He knew she was the one you were taking home as soon as your eyes hit his, but he still asks. “Wait, I thought we were taking him?”

You smiled softly, tears pricking your eyes— you had never felt a connection with a dog like this before. You look back down at the little white girl, pressed against your chest. “I don’t know, Sam. I think this one’s ours.”

Sam followed your gaze, letting the little guy in his lap back down to tumble over his siblings. He reaches out to scratch behind her ears. “Well, she’s cute, babe. I’ll give you that. But… she’s… is she even a Golden Retriever if she’s white?”

You didn’t even care. She was perfect to you. The instant you’d met her eyes, you were already imagining the future— her, Sam, and you. That woman watched the two of you and smiled, knowing she’d found a home that would love her as much as she had loved the puppies. “She’s the runt of the litter, a little shy with the others, but she’s got a lot of spirit. You’ve got time for her, I think she’ll do well with you.”

You just nodded, your heart full as you press a little kiss to the top of her head— your eyes still full of tears. “She’s the one.”

And Sam just takes the sight in front of him, smiling. He’s so in love with you. You’re everything to him. And now you two were going to be raising a dog that you just found some sort of soul connection with. So he wipes his hands off on his jeans as he pushes up to stand, dragging his wallet out of his back pocket. But the woman won’t take the money for her, not when she’s seen just how perfect a home she’s going to. Because that’s all she wanted. “Just pay off her vet bill and get her spayed, kids. She’s yours.”

Once you’re back in the car— you cradle her in your lap the entire ride home. Your arms wrapped around her little body and her soft off-white nose tucked under your chin as she sleeps soundly against your chest. She’s comfortable, like she’s known you forever. Like you were always meant to be her mom. Every now and then, she lets out a tiny huff in her sleep and stretches one of her little paws against you. Catching in your hoodie pocket every single time, and it makes your chest ache with how much you already love her.

Sam glances over at you. He’s got one hand on the wheel and the other is fiddling with the radio until he can get the volume down enough to talk to you— and then his hand is finding its home against your thigh. “Alright, so I guess we’ve gotta change the name.”

You glance up from where you had just been staring at her. “Why? Whiskey still fits.”

“She’s not whiskey-colored, babe,” Sam sighs, giving your thigh a squeeze. “She’s more like… milk colored. Or maybe oat milk if she gets a little dirty.”

You turn your head, arching an eyebrow up at him. “You want to name our beautiful little dog Oat Milk?”

“I’m just brainstorming here, honey,” he says defensively, his thumb now rubbing small circles against your knee. “Alright, what about Daisy? She looks a bit like a Daisy.”

“She looks like someone who would eat a Daisy,” you say, running your fingers along her tiny ear, earning a shift of her little body even closer to you. “Daisy’s too soft.”

“Alright, fine.” He starts listing them off, a finger tapping the other side of your knee. “Bailey? Luna? Honey? No— wait. Nala. That’s a classic one. Who doesn’t love the Lion King?”

You smile softly, moving one of your hands from around her to place over Sam’s as you look back down at her. She’s still curled up, her little tail twitching against your legs in her sleep. You say it so quietly, Sam barely hears. “She still feels like a Whiskey to me.”

Sam glances over at you for just a moment. “Yeah?”

You nod. “I mean… We didn’t really expect to get her… I dunno, she’s sweet and strong rolled up into one. And she got into our system real fast. I swear, one look and I was done for, Sammy.”

He hums, letting Whiskey settle in his brain just as much as the way Sammy had rolled off your lips. “You should write Hallmark cards or something.” He chuckles, but he doesn’t object.

You squeeze his hand, eyes moving over to meet his as tears begin to prick your own again. “You’re on board then?”

He exhales through his nose, staying quiet for just a few moments before he’s lifting his hand from your leg and scratches gently under her chin— his eyes still on the road. “Alright, Whiskey. Hope you’re ready for a life of living with the hottest mom around and all the bacon you can eat. You hit the jackpot, kid.”

Whiskey lets out a soft little grunt and nuzzles closer to your chest, like she already knows how much she’s loved.

Sam laughs, his hand leaving Whiskey’s chin to slip around your shoulder, playing with the hair at the back of your neck as he grins. “God, she’s gonna love me the most.”

You don’t even look up from her. “Keep fucking dreaming, O’Brien.”

tags ;;

[demdems]

Blowing myself up and everyone else in the room

If i let myself add anymore panels from this weeks chapter I'm just gonna upload the whole thing im literally gonna melt into nothing oh my god i need to read the new mafia if chapter oh my god

Was typing but realized I'm going too much, more brain blast under cut

what if you Loved someones, what if the love in ur heart was enough to know that it transcends the need to always be together, what if you love ur favorite people enough to know you can watch them from afar knowing you'll eventually come back together

what if you realised that you can still love urself and the good you can have w urself and the good u have when with others

separation makes the heart grow fonder!! what if you love enough to know the time apart is still a gift!!

This arc is insane and it's like, so vital to clara's character + love trio development + mairuma's themes overall

I am being turned into concrete holy oh my god [also this is now my analysis sorry if I'm speaking straight nonsense]

Clara's always like, been the foundation of the love trio, at the very least she's to be credited for establishing how the trio defines themselves to each other [to outsiders theyre defined by one member [iruma] since they're called the iruma army, very cute but I'm making distinctions between how that and the love trio name does different for them]

The title iruma's army hinges on clara and azz's devotion to iruma as seen thru the outside perspective and it also makes them kinda, like a love angle, as its how they are connected to iruma but not each other specifically

Love trio is clara's way to define how each of them in the trio are interconnected thru their love for each other [the phrase love trio also focuses on them as a trio, putting them on a more even dynamic with each other]

Side tangent sorry I'm sitting here writing this post almost immediately after reading the chapter, i think love trio encompasses some the fundamentals of demonhood [greed, power, control] as reflected in their evil cycles, my third eye is open, irumas evil cycle was greed [and his character growth is him learning and tapping into these demonic indulgences that're frowned upon in human society] as he wanted more for the misfits which can be seen as greedy as it's asking for more than the class is allowed, azz's is power as training lets him enter his evil cycle to have more unchecked power in combat, clara's is control as her worries and insecurities drove her to store away iruma and azz to keep them with her under her care forever

I digress tho i haven't even gotten into like 30% of my illness about the love trio

This arc really dove into clara's character as, shes been kinda been kept in the dark when it comes to, what she actually may be thinking, like id argue it's intentional that clara hasn't been really given free range to be entirely herself in a way that doesn't outwardly make others uncomfortable

Clara was so, unabashedly herself, but the story didn't punish her for that, it's just that through azz And iruma [even if he very much threw water on a grease fire omg], she learns that she Can feel these things both good and awful, and that one, theyll love her anyways [good point that iruma made, horrible time to express it] but two, that it doesn't mean she should bury these worries within herself and instead of this domineering control over the ones she cares about when expressing her most primal fears, the bad stuff needs to get recognized first and that she needs to let others in to express that

or yk in easy terms, iruma's way was "I'll love you even with the bad" and azz's way was "this is all the bad but I'll love you", basically an inverse approach in how they talked down clara [if im making sense who knows]

I hope that we do get to see iruma and azz make good on indulging clara's wishes to go like, swamp lol, weird girl central, after exams in the extras or [indulging the kinda greed youll see in the bible] in an entire chapter I'm not asking for much,,,

Im getting distracted but the start and end chapters for this arc have the same name, Coming full circle, the arc starts w clara's concern about staying behind in make up classes and not spending end of term w iruma and azz and it ends w her being reassured that pass or fail in make up classes or end of term fun, they still together and love each other and it'll be fine no matter what

Also this is the first time iruma and azz have been shown to be visibly attached to clara as the center, seen in the first few pages [what comes to mind is the times azzclara stuck to irumas sides and the few times i think iruclara did the same to azz], just wanna mention bc they're so cute I'm disintegrating into nothing

The chapter also ending w the little tease of clara's hair sticking up in the same way as in her evil cycle state, my illness

I think this represents a few things but largely what i think is important to herself + the love trio, i think it's representative of how she will keep some of how she was in her evil cycle just more tempered, base/non evil cycle clara is already in touch w love for iruma and azz it was just put on the extreme, i think going forward she'll now just, be more in touch w the different like, aspects of her insecurities, like expressing the bad thoughts she stores away to iruma and azz, but also bc i do think that the love trio are kinda representing fundamentals of demonhood, ill be bold and say she's gonna be even More confident w her love for iruma and azz [expressing control thru more establishment of the love trio in the story, i think]

also i am just, the way nishi-sensei continously draws these intimate moments between the love trio in this shoujo romance manga kinda style, especially when the panel/page feels like it's framed to be from the view point of one of the three, like that's just something that can be so special

Minor thing, among many things I've thrown in here i literally have the chapter open in a different tab so i can reference it during writing, i think clara kinda snapping at iruma and azz for being overbearing in the first pages is like, one of the few times i recall her actually, doing anything of the sort? might be wrong tho but i like this visible development to their dynamic

yea so I'm pretty normal about this chapter,,, <<<guy who folds quick when it comes to love trio content

[booksfansworld]

Sirius black x reader

Set during the order of the Phoenix

The Order meeting had long since ended, but neither of them had moved from the kitchen table. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows along the worn wooden surface, but Sirius was too focused on her to care.She was watching him carefully, the way she always had—like she could see past the smirk, past the sharp edges, straight to the boy he used to be. And Merlin, how he had missed that.

"How long have you been back with the Order?" he asked, fingers idly tracing the rim of his cup.

"Since Dumbledore called us," she said. "I was working abroad before that."

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Abroad?"

She nodded, setting her tea aside. "France, mostly. Some work with the resistance there. It kept me busy."

Busy. Right. He knew what that meant. It meant she had been trying to run from the same ghosts he had.

Sirius exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "You should have written."

A bitter smile tugged at her lips. "So should you."

He had no response to that.

Silence settled between them, heavy with things unsaid. Outside, the house creaked under the weight of its history, and somewhere upstairs, Buckbeak shifted restlessly.

Finally, she spoke again, voice quieter this time.

"I thought about you, you know. All those years."

Sirius’s throat tightened. "Did you?"

“Of course, I did." She shook her head, almost incredulous. "You and James were my family, Sirius. And then—" She swallowed hard. "Then he was gone. And you were—"

"Locked away." His voice was rougher than he intended.

She flinched but didn't look away. "I didn’t believe it. Not for a second."

Sirius let out a slow breath, staring at the woman in front of him—the only person, who didn’t doubt him.

"You were always too smart for your own good," he murmured.

She huffed a laugh. "That’s what James used to say."

At the mention of his best friend, something cracked inside Sirius. He had spent so long running from the past, trying not to think about everything he had lost. But she had been a part of it all—his best memories, his worst moments, every reckless adventure and quiet conversation in between.

And she was still here.Slowly, he reached across the table, his fingers grazing over hers. She didn’t pull away.

"We can’t get those years back," he said, voice low. "But we’re here now."

She met his gaze, and for the first time in years, Sirius felt something close to hope.

"Yeah," she whispered. "We are."

————

For the first time in weeks, Sirius slept.Not well, not peacefully, but he slept. And when he woke, he remembered what had been different. She had been there.

After their conversation in the kitchen, she hadn't left right away. They had lingered in that quiet space, words giving way to silence, the weight of old wounds settling between them. And when he had finally dragged himself upstairs, her presence had followed, settling in his chest like a warmth he hadn’t felt in years.It was dangerous, this feeling.

The next evening, the house was buzzing with Order members preparing for a mission. Sirius stood in the hallway, arms crossed as he watched her talking to Kingsley. She was serious, nodding along as they discussed logistics, but there was a spark in her eyes—the same fire she had always had, the one that had drawn him in all those years ago.

"Staring again, mate," Remus murmured beside him.

Sirius scowled. "Shut it, Moony."

Remus only smirked. "It’s nice, you know. Seeing you act like a lovesick schoolboy again."

Sirius shot him a glare, but the truth was, he felt exactly like that—like he was sixteen again, watching her laugh with James, pretending he didn’t want to be the one making her smile.

She caught his eye then, and something in her expression softened. Before he could think better of it, he pushed off the wall and walked toward her.

Kingsley excused himself, leaving them alone in the hallway.

"You’re going out tonight?" Sirius asked, eyeing the pack she carried.

She nodded. "Just a quick mission. We’ll be back by morning."

He hated this part. The waiting. The not knowing. He had spent too many years locked away, helpless, and now, even in freedom, he was trapped within these walls while the people he cared about risked their lives.

"You better be," he said, forcing his voice to stay light.

Her lips quirked. "What, worried about me, Black?"

Sirius held her gaze. "Always."

For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, hesitantly, she reached out, her fingers brushing against his forearm.

"I’ll be careful," she promised.

"Good." His voice was rougher than he intended.

She gave his wrist one last squeeze before stepping away. "I’ll see you soon, Sirius."

He watched her go, heart hammering against his ribs.

And for the first time in a long, long time, he realized just how much he still had left to lose

———-

She came back.Battered, exhausted, but alive. And Sirius didn’t know whether to embrace her or yell at her for making him worry so damn much.

He had spent the entire night pacing the length of Grimmauld Place, snapping at anyone who dared to ask what was wrong. He wasn’t sure when it had happened—when she had become the one person he couldn’t bear to lose. Maybe it had always been that way. Maybe it had started when they were thirteen, when she had first smiled at him in the common room, and never truly stopped.

And now, she was standing in front of him, peeling off her cloak, wincing as she rotated her shoulder.

"You’re hurt," Sirius said, sharper than he meant to.

She gave him a tired smile. "Just a scratch."

“Let me see." Before she could protest, he reached for her arm, carefully rolling up the sleeve of her shirt. A deep gash ran along her shoulder, barely healed, and rage bubbled in his chest.

"Who did this?" His voice was low, dangerous.

She sighed. "Sirius, I’m fine—"

"Who. Did. This?"

Her fingers curled around his wrist. "It’s over. We got what we needed. That’s what matters."

It didn’t feel like enough. Not when she had nearly been taken from him.

Sirius exhaled sharply, forcing himself to calm down. His thumb brushed absently over the skin of her wrist, grounding himself in the fact that she was here. That she had come back to him.

"You’re reckless," he muttered.

She huffed a quiet laugh. "Look who’s talking."

Fair point.

They stood there, close enough that he could feel the warmth of her skin, hear the steady rhythm of her breathing. He should step back. He should let go.

But he didn’t.

nstead, he reached up, fingertips ghosting over a stray lock of her hair. She watched him carefully, her breath hitching, but she didn’t pull away.

"You scared me," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

She swallowed. "I know."

Sirius hesitated—then, before he could think better of it, he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her temple.

"Don’t do it again," he murmured against her skin.

Her fingers tightened around his. "I can’t promise that."

He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing her in. "Just—come back to me. Always."

She tilted her head, resting her forehead against his.

"Always," she whispered

[dailyreverie]

Hi bb 🥰 if you feel so inspired, maybe this prompt with Poe?:

a last-second kiss right before one of them is betrothed to someone else.

Please and thank you 😊🙏

Hiii my friend! thank you so much for your request! I really enjoyed coming up with and writing this one, and I hope you like it too, even if it is a tiny bit angsty... sorry about that.

The days when you were mine

Note: kind of based on the song "Peter" from Taylor Swift, I suggest listening to it while reading. Also, title comes from that same song.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x f!reader (reader is mentioned to be a bride)

a last-second kiss right before one of them is betrothed to someone else.

Word count: 1.2 k

Warnings: Cheating, light mentions of death (just a tiny one mention).

“Brides are not supposed to be sad on their wedding day.” The voice at the door startles you a bit. You wipe your tears as well as you can, but wiping away tears for 3 days straight can get tricky. You turn to see Poe leaning by the door, leather jacket and tousled curls not helping you at all with your current emotions.

“Well, brides are not supposed to do what I did last week with you,” you try to joke, but it only comes out with sadness, making your chin wobble again as you remember what you did - what you both did. “Or 2 days ago.” It sounds like a punch line when you say it with a teary laugh, but all it does is punch you on the ribs.

Poe smiles anyway, a tight smile that tries to comfort you, but once more, all it does is throw you off your feet. “You look beautiful.” He tries, but only gains an exasperated sigh from you.

“What are you doing here?” His eyes travel up and down your body, not daring to take a step closer to you, hesitation visible even on his always sure stance for a change.

“Well, you invited me-” 

“And I thought you were not coming, not after we slept together, Poe-“

“Don’t do it.” He finally blurts it out, the words he seemed to be holding onto since you saw him again, words that remained unspoken between you two since your first encounter three weeks ago, after a lifetime of waiting for him to return. Talk about timing. 

“You can’t say that,” You snarled.

“Don’t marry him.” Poe insisted.

“It’s a little bit late for that, Poe.” You tried to stay strong, but tears blur your sight again, tears of anger this time. “You are late, actually.”

“We said we’ll wait, we promised,”

“So I was just supposed to wait until you were done being a hero and finally decided to return home? Is Yavin even home to you anymore?” You waited for an answer that you knew was not coming. “Because I waited, Poe.” You admit, as much as it hurt to do so, as embarrassing as it was to say it out loud. “You joined the Republic, and I waited, because we promised, but then I waited, and waited, and waited…” You took a deep breath to calm the fire that was beginning to boil in your stomach. “And then I heard from your dad that you were in the Resistance.” It came almost as a question, an angry demand.

Poe stayed quiet because even if he wanted to reply, he had no words to do so. He didn’t even flinch; he took every deserving, angry word and stood firm to receive it.

“I mourned you so many times that when I saw you for the first time again that day, I thought I was going mad, that I was seeing ghosts.” You chuckled at yourself. “And then, the days were I learned you were not dead it was even worse, because you said- no, you promised, you would come find me, and I kept thinking, what did I do wrong?” 

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Poe rushed to you when a sob interrupted you, holding your arms and rubbing them up and down. “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry.” Calloused fingers wiped your tears, and it took everything in you not to lean into his touch.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t wait any longer, but I was tired of hoping every ship that went through the sky would be you. And then I met-” You couldn’t even say his name, as if it would burst the bubble Poe and you lived in. “I met him, and I was happy again. I knew I was never going to be able to forget about you, but I could be happy with him.” You regretted the second you looked into his eyes again, because they were the same eyes you fell in love with when you were just teens, and the same eyes you dreamt of every night since.

“I never, ever, stopped thinking about you. And I didn’t want to bring you to the mess that was that war. There were so many moments when I thought ‘now, I can do it now’, because I couldn’t stand the feeling of thinking you could ever be in danger, and that maybe I would be able to protect you, but it all kept getting worse and worse and… and it was no place for you, I couldn’t do that to you,” he trailed off, his eyes relieving every moment in which his very soul lost a little bit of hope. “I always asked my dad about you, y’know?” He chuckled at his admission, and the sound of it made you smile too.

“He mentioned it,” You smiled through your tears.

“He would always say you were keeping everyone together, holding the front, keeping everyone’s hopes alive. As you always did.” His thumb caressed your cheek again, catching a stray tear. You smiled at each other then, mourning the years together you lost as you saw they went by anyway, showing themselves in the few gray hairs on his beard and the lines that appeared on the corners of his eyes whenever he smiled at you.

“I guess we did our best from our edges of the galaxy.” You knew the sad smile on his face was only a mirror of yours, and you caved then, if only because you couldn’t bear to feel sad anymore. You turned to kiss his palm, lingering your lips there as your hands clung to his wrists. He seized the moment to close the distance and kiss your cheek, his lips were quick then to travel to your jaw, below your ear, your nose, every spot they could kiss, until he met your lips and stayed there, cupping your jaw and kissing you just as he had done so many times already these past days were you would find your way to his place at night.

You broke apart without moving far from each other. You knew, right then, held in between his now stronger arms, that he was not planning on letting go. “Do you love him?” He asked in a whisper, almost against your lips, without any hint of remorse.

“Poe,” You whispered his name, finding his eyes, almost begging him to take his question back.

“Just tell me that. Look me in the eyes and tell me that you love him, and I will turn around and leave.”

“I have to,” You said after a beat, clearly thinking of what to say, even if you said so only because it was the right thing to do. Because you were not going to do to him what Poe did to you, even if it broke your heart to see his eyes still waiting for the answer that he was hoping for, the answer you knew was true.

But his hands let go of you then, taking a step back, and giving you one last look. You shared a look from across the room, a look that told you he understood, but that he was heartbroken anyway, not doing much better than you were. “I won’t watch you get married,” He stated, his voice breaking at the last word, his head shaking from side to side. “But I do hope you are happy-”

“Poe.” You interrupted, your voice firm and clear, as your thoughts had become so too in a matter of seconds. “Give me 30 minutes.”

**

So he waited. 20 minutes had gone by when you found him outside, your shoulders shaking as you walked towards him, but once you reached his side, he could see you visibly relaxing and the most beautiful smile showing on your lips, the same smile he fell in love with. 

“I’m done waiting.” You concluded, barely able to finish talking as he grabbed your waist and pulled you to him, kissing you with a smile as the sunset shone on you.

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[lucy90712]

Hi I recently discovered you and absolutely in love with your writing. Could I request for a protective bf/fiancée Pedri

"Hey baby how was your first week of work?" Pedri asked 

"It was good most people were really nice and they only questioned my knowledge twice" I joked 

"Only most were nice" he questioned 

"Everyone but this one guy John who I guess was nice but too nice he kept sort of hitting on me" I said 

"Only sort of" he said 

"Ok fine he was hitting on me I tried to tell him I was engaged but it doesn't help that I can't wear my ring with all the chemicals, I just ignored him though" I said  

"I know you can handle yourself but make sure you keep a record of everything he does and tell me so if he goes too far you can tell someone" Pedri said being the sensible person he is 

"I'm one step ahead of you" I said waving a notebook in front of him 

"That's my girl" he smiled 

~~~~~~~~~~

"Amor you have to go to hr or something it's not fair that you have to put up with a guy flirting with you all day while you're trying to work" he said

"You won't like hearing that he likes to have his hands around on waist unnecessarily when he walks behind me" I said 

"Ok that's it you have to go to hr he's assaulting and harassing you now" pedri said getting mad but not at me 

"I'll get fired he's the head of the team and I'm the newest member he'll deny everything and call me crazy then I'll get fired and I'm not going to have that on my record or I won't get a good job anywhere else" I said 

"Thats not fair baby" he said 

"Believe me I know but I can't change that I just need to ride it out for a bit longer until it doesn't look like I just quit straight away" I said 

"How long will that be?" He asked 

"Probably a year" I said 

"You'll put up with it for a year" he questioned 

"For my career I will that's more important to me than some dickhead I won't let him ruin my career" I said 

"I admire your dedication you truly are amazing" he said 

~~~~~~~~~~

"I'm really not looking forward to meeting this guy I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself punching him if he even says a single word to you" Pedri said as he zipped up my dress 

"Well you'll have to I need to make a good impression if I want the top researchers to take me seriously and allow me to help in further research on my breakthrough" I said 

"I will do my best but I'm not leaving your side for a single second" he said 

"I wouldn't want you to I want to show off my fiancé too" I smiled 

He handed me my jacket which is actually his but over time I've adopted as mine and we got in his car to head to the hotel the event is being held at. When we parked outside I suddenly got the same feeling of dread I get before I go into work, all of it caused by this stupid idiot John and his inability to take a hint. Every time he flirts with me my perseverance diminishes and I get closer and closer to quitting, then I remember I have to keep going for my career. Tonight is going to be a real test, at work I can ignore him and move his hands away but in front of everyone else I can't I have to act like it doesn't bother me. 

Pedri held my hand tightly as we entered the big hall which made me feel better. The first person we saw was my favourite co worker Sally who always helps me when I need it. I introduced her to Pedri and they both gushed about how amazing I am which had me blushing like crazy but it made me feel good about myself. Next thing I knew John was making his way over and I felt all the colour drain from my face and my heart drop, as this is when I find out what he'll do when he finally meets the fiancé he doesn't seem to believe I have. 

My plan was to warn Pedri when John was coming to talk to me but it seems that I didn't need to as before I could say anything his arm went around my waist and he held me close to him. The tension in the air was so thick it was almost suffocating, but that could also be the fact that I think I was holding my breath. John had his usual smug smile on his face as he came over and handed me a drink which I just put down as I don't entirely trust him to not do something to it. For a few seconds he just stared at Pedri and Pedri stared back, it was almost like they were sizing each other up which had me a little worried.

"So this is the fiancé you are always telling me about" John mused sarcastically 

"Yes this is Pedri" I said 

"John right I hear a lot about you" Pedri said 

John offered his hand but Pedri didn't take it which visibly annoyed John. 

"You know I always thought she was lying I mean she never wears that ring I know if she were my fiancé I'd want her wearing it at all times so everyone knows she's mine" John said 

"Well she doesn't want to damage it at work with all the chemicals as it's special to her I mean the ring is custom made so it's one of a kind for my one of a kind woman" Pedri said 

Things were definitely as awkward and tense as I thought they would be but Pedri's arm around my waist made me feel safe around John for once. I was really hoping someone else would come and talk to us and save us from the awkwardness but I have no such luck. He kept going on and on basically admitting all of the things he does to me while at work which I could tell was making Pedri mad. I always tell him everything that happens but to hear it from the guy making my life hell in such a casual way was definitely killing him inside, especially knowing he can't say anything because he promised me he'd stay calm. His grip on my waist only got tighter hearing everything completely unfiltered because I do try and tone it down when telling Pedri so he doesn't go and quit for me. 

I don't really know how it happened but somehow Pedri gradually got taken away from me to talk to other people leaving me alone with John. It took John a matter of minutes before he started getting really flirty with me again even though he's just met Pedri he's just so insistent. As he flirted he came closer and closer until he was stood right by my side then his hand started to slide along my waist like he was trying to be secretive and hope I wouldn't notice. I so desperately wanted to just yell at him to get his hand off me but I can't in front of all these people, but Pedri can so I was just wishing for him to notice I needed help. John's hand then went to my ass and I just froze I should've moved or slapped him or maybe both but I just couldn't I was stuck like my shoes were glued to the floor. 

"Hey take your hands off my fiancée" Pedri yelled from across the room 

John persisted almost pretending that he didn't recognise Pedri's voice.

"Stop touching her I was over here 5 minutes ago you know she's taken plus that's assault so get your hands off her" Pedri seethed 

"What is going on here?" the ceo came over and asked 

"This guy has been harassing my fiancée ever since she started working for your company and now he's just sexually assaulted her in front of everyone" Pedri said standing up for me because he knows I won't 

"John is this true?" The ceo asked 

"She didn't tell me to stop and I didn't know she was engaged" John lied 

"I've told you a million times I'm engaged and you were talking to Pedri like 5 minutes ago and I never ever consented to you touching me I didn't stop you because I was scared but that's not consent" I said not being able to hold it in anymore 

"Let's take this conversation elsewhere" the ceo suggested 

We were taken to different room where Pedri pulled me into his arms and just stroked my back to make sure I was ok. I melted into his embrace and let the tears I've been holding in over all of this go because I finally felt safe and like something would change. I didn't realise that this whole thing had effected me so much until I couldn't get the tears to stop, but Pedri was right there to comfort me and tell me it will all be ok which is exactly what I needed to hear. It finally felt like this nightmare was ending even if it had to happen in front of everyone at the company at least it's over now. 

By the time someone came into the room I'd stopped crying and Pedri had wiped the mascara from my face so I looked somewhat presentable. Still he kept his arm around my waist very protectively like the ceo was going to take me away from him which will literally never happen. 

"Having spoken to John we now have the full story but personally I would just like to know what solution to this you would like" the ceo said 

"At the very least I don't want to be working with John again but I'd prefer for him to be let go so he can't do this to anyone else if this doesn't happen I will be leaving" I said standing up for myself 

"We have already let John go and I would be willing to offer you a raise if you will stay with us and not bring this to the media we appreciate your talent and don't want to lose you" the ceo said 

"I'll have to think through that offer" I said 

"Of course I hope to hear from you soon" he said leaving me and Pedri alone again 

"You're not staying here they just don't want you to go telling anyone what happened they don't care one but about how you feel they just care about looking good" Pedri raged 

"I know I'll hand in my notice on Monday and start looking for a new job in the meantime" I said 

"How about you take some time out you have the rest of your life to have a career but I think you need some time away to let yourself heal from everything that's happened the last 6 months" Pedri suggested 

"You know what I'm on board with that and I can travel the world with you" I said 

"We'll have so much fun together and you'll never have to think about that horrible man ever again" Pedri smiled 

"Thank you for protecting me" I said 

"Thats my job I'll always be here to keep you safe" he smiled 

[nofingjustaninchident]

omg Leah tysm for doing this event ily. Hear me out, Jason proposing to gf!reader, when she's not really having a good day, and feels down (maybe the reason could be that her friends left her out on plans or something but it could be anything, really). But Jason just ironically makes it her best day ever with his secret sweetly planned proposal ahhh 🥹🩷

ᯓ★ id marry you with paper rings

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

pairing jason grace x daughter of poseidon!reader

summary worst. day. ever. or maybe not.

warnings nah, just fluff

authors note this one was so cute to write omggg

now listening to paper rings by taylor swift

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The day had been rough. Y/n was sitting on the couch, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on her. Her friends had, once again, gone out without her, leaving her feeling lonely and left out. Just to match, her whole week at work had been extremely bad, and now she felt like a good old piece of shit.  

The gloom settled over her like a heavy blanket, and no amount of distraction seemed to lift it. Her boyfriend, Jason, was also not home, as he had to spend most of his days at one of the camps – sometimes even both of them.  

To lift her mood a little bit, she heard the key turning on the front door, immediately bringing a smile to her lips. Jason walked into the room, smiling down at your slumped form on the couch. He was beaming with an enormous bouquet of her favorite flowers in hand.  

Unfortunately or not, he could read her like a book, and the sadness in her eyes was impossible to miss. His smile disappeared almost as fast as it came and he went straight to her, enveloping her in his embrace.  

Ever since the war ended, he’d been so afraid to lose another friend because he wasn’t strong or powerful enough to protect them, that he’d been training a whole lot harder, which made his hugs so so more comfortable. 

She shrugged, leaning into his embrace. “Just… feeling down. My friends went out without me again. I don’t know, it just sucks.” 

Jason’s heart ached seeing her like this. He hated knowing she was hurt, but he also knew he had the perfect way to turn her day around. He had been planning this for weeks, waiting for the right moment. Maybe today, despite its rough start, could end on the best note possible. 

“Hey, how about we go for a walk?” he suggested, his tone light. “Fresh air might help.” 

Y/n looked at him, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Okay, that sounds nice.” 

They both put on their jackets and headed out, Jason holding her hand firmly in his. Maybe she was a little paranoid, sure, but his hand was a little sweaty, and she could swear that he seemed a little nervous; he kept looking around as they walked, biting down on his bottom lip and often squeezing her hand. She decided to ignore 

They ended up on the beach. He put a blanket on the sand and they sat there, holding hands as they stared out at the beautiful sea. For a moment, they chatted about their days, a few jokes and stolen kisses were shared.  

Until Jason suddenly stiffened as he stared right into y/n’s eyes. “Hey, babe, I, uh... I gotta tell you something.” He said. 

Y/n raised one eyebrow at him, suddenly afraid. She hoped that it wasn’t anything bad, but she couldn't help but think about her current luck. Her friends leaving her, her favorite coworker getting fired... Jason wouldn’t leave her, too. Right? “What is it?”  

He got up, pulling her with him. She tilted her head to the side. She had absolutely no idea what to expect with that.  

Until he smiled and reached out to his pocked. She followed his hands’ movements, until he pulled a small, velvet box from his jeans. Her breath hitched, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes as she saw the scene she wanted to see for god knows how long: Jason Grace, the praetor of the Twelfth Legion, getting down on one knee.  

He looked up at her with all the love in the world as he spoke, a speech that was as engraved in his mind as the words of the Prophecy of The Seven.  

“Y/n, my love. You've been making me the happiest man on earth ever since I woke up in that bus holding your hand. Every moment we’ve spent together has been the best of my life. From the laughter we share to the challenges we’ve faced, you’ve been my rock, my joy, and my reason to smile every day. You’ve shown me what love truly means - how it’s not just about the good times but also about sticking together through the tough ones. Your strength, kindness, and endless patience never cease to amaze me. You’ve made me a better person, and I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”  

As his words started to sink in, her heart swelled with love and affection. The tears were already falling down her cheeks, and she couldn’t wait to say the words that’d change her life.  

“Y/n, you’re the light of my day and the breeze of my nights. I can’t wait to build a family with you. Would you give me the honor of accepting me as your husband?” He finally asked, smiling as never before.  

“Gods, yes!” She said, throwing herself on his arms. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! I love you so much, love you, love you so much.” She muttered into his neck, bawling her eyes out as he hugged her.  

She hadn’t seen the ring, with all the tears and the emotion that was making her mind spin. But she was sure that anything with him would be perfect.  

He pulled away to slip the ring on her ring finger. It was a tourmaline, her father’s gemstone. She looked at him with pure awe as she thought about all the times she told him how that was her favorite stone. Gods, she loved him more than she could imagine.  

And she couldn’t wait to spend her life with him.  

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Chapter 2

Series Masterlist

Chapter Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore

Moodboard by @dannyo000 💙

You were doing up the buttons on your flannel when you heard Daryl grumbling behind you. 

“I hate rubbers.”

You chuckled, putting your hands on the nape of your neck and pushing outward to coax your hair out of the shirt. The man had done as you asked all those weeks ago, returning to the next meetup with condoms in hand. You had left it up to him to dispose of them afterward, earning an amusing curl of his lip. 

“So,” you began, plopping down on the ground, “guess what.”

Daryl zipped up his own pack and shrugged it over his shoulders, raising a brow at you with his usual expression of indifference. “We gonna start cuddlin’ after too?”

“Shut up. It’s not just every day conversation, asshole. I’m late.”

“Ya got a curfew now?” He scoffed, snatching his crossbow up off the ground to slide the strap over his right shoulder. 

“No, idiot. I mean, my period is late.”

“How ya even keep up with that now?” He was still standing, fingers of his left hand tapping nervously against his hip while he chewed on the skin of his right thumb. Uncomfortable again. 

“I always kept a little date book in my bag before things went to shit. Just started marking off days when we came up here. Hoping this would all end and life could go back to—well, being life.” You picked up a twig and started breaking small sections off, not really wanting to look at him. “I’m 6 days late, which is pretty odd for me.”

“I don’t need the details. D’ya need a test or somethin’?”

“I will if it doesn’t come soon, yeah.” You tossed the stick down and got to your feet, dusting off your hands on your thighs. “Probably should do it next week if it’s still not happening.”

The man was a ball of anxiety, fidgeting and shifting his weight from foot to foot. You watched him warily, waiting for him to bolt and that would be that. If you were pregnant, you’d be in it alone.

“I’ll make a run an’ see if I can find one.” He finally said after a few minutes of unnerving silence, shouldering his string of squirrels. You blinked at him, eyes as big as saucers. “What? Said we’d deal with it an’ I meant it.”

“I’ll go with you then.” 

“Nah, I got it. Just bring it next week.” He sniffed, looking down at his boots as he kicked at the ground. “Ain’t no reason for ya to go out in that mess.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re being protective.”

He scoffed, scrunching his nose in a way you could almost say was adorable. “Just don’t need ya trippin’ me up.”

Pursing your lips, you crossed your arms over your chest, deciding whether or not to argue with him. It was something that involved the both of you. You’d feel horrible if something happened to him while he was trying to take care of it alone. And you’d never know. He’d just never show up again, leaving you to wonder if he had simply bailed or—

“I’m going too.”

“No, ya ain’t.” He snapped while you picked up your rifle and the three rabbits you’d bagged. You started walking, leaving him trailing behind you with his stomping feet and flared nostrils. “Ya ain’t goin’!”

“You gonna stop me?” You asked, not missing a step. You heard him pause before his boots moved faster to catch back up with you. “I’m a big girl, Dixon. I can handle myself.” 

“Fine. Whatever.”

You only encountered two geeks at the base of the mountain. Daryl took out one with a bolt between the eyes while you handled the other with your hunting knife. His scowl was thoroughly in place by the time you were cleaning the dark blood from the blade with the bottom of your shirt. He didn’t say a word but he didn’t have to. You knew it was because you had to get close to the corpse to kill it. You couldn’t risk firing your gun when so many others could close by. 

The two of you were crouched in the bushes, the pharmacy across the street in the little town in clear view. Three geeks shuffled aimlessly in different directions, making it difficult to find a way straight through. 

“Maybe one of us could distract them?” You suggested. “I could go out over there, make some noise and draw them off while you go inside.” You looked over to find him staring at you like you’d sprouted a second head. “What?”

“You’re the one that knows whatcha need in there. I’ll handle the geeks.”

You really couldn’t argue with that. There were so many different tests for pregnancy, ovulation, and other things, Daryl would probably bring out the entire shelf and still not have what you needed. With a nod, you watched him make his way down the ditch, staying low. His eyes met yours briefly and, with a jerky nod, he left the cover of the foliage and whistled, waving his arms. 

You waited for an opening, nearly leaping out before two more corpses stumbled from the alley next to the pharmacy. “Fuck.” Daryl was going to be sorely outnumbered. Something in your gut twisted, the strong urge to stay and help the redneck, ensure he was safe, before you entered the pharmacy. He’d have your head if you dared. With another curse, you left your hiding place and dashed across the street, your steps that of a hunter—swift and silent. 

The pharmacy was blessedly clear, a few geeks sprawled out between aisles, clean holes in their skulls. Daryl had been there before. “So, this is where you got the condoms. You reckless son of a bitch.” You smirked, the knowledge that fucking you was enough fun to have him scurrying down the mountain for the means to continue. 

You grabbed two of each kind of test, deeming labels and specifications unnecessary when Daryl was outside fighting the undead to keep them off your back. The boxes were quickly shoved into your bag, and you were creeping back toward the door. Just as your hand touched the glass, a geek stumbled by. You quickly ducked and moved to the side, peeking around the magazine stand to ensure it had passed before you pushed the door open. 

There were at least 7 of them on the far end of the street, walking toward nothing you could see. Where was Daryl? You barely lifted a foot to step off the curb when an arm snaked around your waist and a hand clamped down over your mouth. 

“S’me. S’just me.” Daryl whispered against your ear. Wrapping your fingers around his wrist, you forced his hand away from your face and spun around to give him a shove. 

“You scared the shit out of me!” You whisper-yelled. 

“Got whatcha need?” He was already ushering you toward the trees across the street. You gave a sharp nod and ducked into the bushes, finally releasing a breath when you could look back and no longer see any trace of the town. 

“Well, that was fun.” 

Daryl snorted beside you, adjusting the strap of his crossbow on his shoulder. Once your heart rate slowed, you were able to settle back into your appreciation for the forest. So far, the turn had been unable to strip that away from you. The wildlife continued to flourish, seeing no difference between the dead and the living. Plants would grow. Flowers would bloom. Seasons would change. 

In some ways, life would go on. 

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You turned to find Daryl facing away from you. With a quick look around, you realized how long the two of you had really been walking. It was time to part ways. “Oh. Right. Heading back now?” 

“Nah. Gonna see if I can bag a deer. So, ‘nother day or two.” He was gnawing at his thumb again. 

“Right. Well. Three days, midday?” He nodded his agreement, those blue eyes of his flitting to your pack and back to you. You smiled through a strange feeling, pushing it down as he started to walk away. “See you then.”

“See ya.”

“Hey, daddy.” You smiled, finding your father sitting by the small fire when you parted the last bit of foliage to enter the camp. 

“Peanut, you’re back late. I was gettin’ worried!” He shifted in his wheelchair to sit straighter, smile wide and arms open. You leaned in for his offered hug, holding up the rabbits when you separated. 

“Got some meat for tomorrow.” You smiled for only a moment before looking around for the rest of your family. “Did they seriously leave you out here alone?”

“I’m fine, darlin’. Told ‘em to go on to bed and that I’d rather wait up for you.”

You gave him a pointed look, laying the rabbits aside to prep later. “Well, I’m here now. You should get some sleep.” 

“It’s early yet. Tell me how it was out there.”

You sat down in one of the fold-out chairs, toeing at the rocks surrounding the small fire. “It’s quiet. It’s always quiet.”

“You see any of ‘em?” He asked, a hint of concern in his tone. You shook your head. “I worry about you going out all alone.”

“I can handle myself, daddy.”

“I know you can, peanut. I just—wish you didn’t have to. It’s a parent’s job to worry about their kids, you know.” He smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back. 

“You’re gonna give yourself gray hair with all the worrying. Oh shit, I think I see some from all the way over here!” You laughed with him for a while longer before the fire burned out and the camp was dark. 

You bolted upright in your sleeping bag, still groggy and not really remembering why it was you were awake in the first place. Rubbing your eyes, you sat there for a moment before deeming it time to get the day started. The sun was barely up but your uncles were already stirring if the sounds outside the tent were anything to go by. Your aunt had taken watch several hours earlier so she’d probably be sleeping now. 

Scratching at your scalp with a yawn, you glanced over at your open pack, the top corner of a box peeking out from beneath your jacket. You sighed, knowing you would need to take the test. You still hadn’t bled and you’d be meeting Daryl the next day. You groaned and grabbed your clothes, slipping on everything haphazardly while your uncles banged and clanged on everything they possibly could outside. Shrugging on your jacket, you unzipped the tent. 

“Jesus, some of us are still half asleep! Uncle James, could you put on some coffee for daddy before—”

Just as you began to crawl from your tent, a geek came barging in, teeth clicking and rotting fingers grabbing. You screamed and scrambled backwards, kicking at the corpse while your hand searched blindly for your knife. Another clumsily shoved its way inside, pinning one of your legs and leaving you just far enough from your weapon that your fingertips brushed the handle. 

Somewhere outside, your father was screaming. 

[tasteracha]

a/n: my brain’s supply of what this 2min nonsense was about. why did they smile at each other like that. about a sports drink.

warnings: piss kink (apologizes in advance), soft dom!minho, poly relationship 2min x reader, smut - minors dni

it starts like this:

you were sick a week ago, bedridden and weak-limbed for days and you would have been absolutely miserable if you didn’t have two lovely partners waiting on your every need. streaming hot soup brought straight to your bed, sweat-soaked sheets changed by one of them while the other helped you shower, endless supplies of water and juices and various drinks kept in a steady supply on your bedside table.

including those goddamn sports drinks. the ones that they still shove down your throat because what if you’re still dehydrated baby? can’t have you passing out can we? doesn’t matter to them that you haven’t been sick for a few days now.

you’re tired of the sticky sweet, slightly salty flavor of them. your eyes burn when they land on the colorful label, the smell of it makes you want to throw the bottle out of your high story apartment window. you’re surprised that your piss isn’t pure sports drink at this point. 

still, you drink them. the smile on their faces when you hand them the empty bottle is enough to keep you doing it. the way they take care of you, the way it makes them happy to see you comfortable? you wouldn’t trade that for the world. 

you’re on your third bottle when minho plops onto the couch next to you, immediately latching onto your side and pulling seungmin down into your lap from where he was sitting on your other side. his head lands on your lower belly and he gasps in surprise, squirming as he gets comfortable. his weight presses against your bladder, full of almost three sports drinks now, and it sends a ting up to your head.

“wait, babe,” you wriggle, trying to dislodge your arm from minho’s grip. “i have to go, give me a minute.”

“no,” minho and seungmin whine together, sharing a grin before settling deeper into you.

“c’mon,” you whine back, tugging again at your arm in vain. “let me gooo.”

“you can wait,” minho throws a leg over yours, thigh almost hitting seungmin’s face as he all but traps you into the cushions. seungmin raises a lazy hand and rubs at the bare skin of minho’s thigh from where his shorts had ridden up. you feel minho shudder a bit against you before relaxing, melting completely into you. 

you sigh and accept it. it’s so rare that the three of you get to sit in once space together and relax; with their album having released recently, they’re always running around on different schedules, performing on various stages and going through interview after interview and even when they come home together they’re so tired that they almost collapse on their feet at the door. when they’re not doing things together they’re off on separate ventures, meetings with choreographers or their producers to write songs or whatever their next project is for that week. 

so with the two of you wrapped around you like this, it does seem a bit silly to dislodge them just to use the bathroom. 

the two of them gently bicker over what to watch, seungmin arguing that you and him were in the middle of a movie before minho came in and minho firing back that he didn’t know what happened during the first half so wouldn’t it be fair to change it to something all three of you could enjoy?

throughout their argument, minho wordlessly hands the sports drink you had left on the coffee table to you, metal straw poised near your mouth. seungmin scratches a bit at his thigh when you take it from him reflexively, just how minho likes it, all while they continue talking at each other. you might not have noticed their behavior if the mere sight of the drink sends a warning signal from your bladder to your brain. 

what are they doing. 

minho glances pointedly at your hand, eyes flickering to your mouth and back, and he smiles in satisfaction when you raise it to your lips and take a tentative sip. you take another when you notice your throat did feel a bit dry, thirst battling with your need to pee in an utterly confusing way. you hope they don’t notice when you squeeze your legs together just a bit, holding off the need to pee in a temporary relief. 

minho meets seungmin’s eyes and the younger tips the drink back towards your mouth from where you had let it lower to your lap. 

“what?” you ask, a little breathless. “i’m not really that thirsty, love. i’ll drink it later.”

seungmin shrugs, turning his attention back to the tv. minho sends a glare to him, but it quickly morphs into a smirk when seungmin puts on the anime the three of you love and have seen four times through, exiting out of the movie. 

you’re still confused, but you let yourself melt back into the cushions and focus on the screen. whatever they were up to, you wouldn’t find out until they wanted you to. you’ve learned that lesson time and time again, and it’s taught you to just let things happen instead of wracking your head over it. the two boys were utterly unpredictable on their own but together? you didn’t stand a chance. 

“let’s take a shower,” seungmin suggests, breaking the comfortable silence the three of you had maintained for a while. a shower sounded nice, especially with the two of them - they always paid you the most attention, lathering you up so gently and rinsing your hair until you were practically purring in their arms. but. if you got up right now, you weren’t sure that you could hold your bladder in. 

you look down at the drink in your hand, intending to hand it over to minho to put away, but it’s finished. you don’t remember drinking any more of it, but you must have done it subconsciously when your attention was on the tv. you didn’t even realize that four episodes had passed already. 

the reminder of the sheer amount of liquid in your body makes your lower belly ache, and you’re this close to telling seungmin to go on without you. however, the toilet was in the same room as the shower - and now that your bladder is in the forefront of your mind, that was where you needed to go as soon as physically possible. 

“go ahead and get the water going, seungminnie,” minho says, voice soft and eyes fond. “we’ll be right there.”

seungmin moves off of your lap, disappearing in a flurry and while you thought the removal of his weight might have helped, it actually did the opposite. it was as if he was stopping you from feeling the full force of your aching bladder, absorbing the feeling into himself somehow, and as soon as he was gone it took over your entire body so intensely that you had to hunch over. 

“let’s go, baby,” minho all but coos at you, standing up but not letting go of your arm. he helps you up, letting you lean against him as the two of you shuffle over to the bathroom in agonizingly slow steps. 

“just give me one second,” you squeeze minho’s hand after he leads you through the double doors, stepping towards the toilet. you’ve been together long enough that peeing in front of them doesn’t phase any one of you, and even if it did you’re too desperate to care right now. 

“not so fast,” minho tugs on your hand and you stumble into him, the movement making you clench so that you don’t pee all over the floor. 

“min, c’mon,” you plead, voice coming out in a whine. “let me go, or i’m going to make a mess and you’re going to have to clean it up.”

“shower first,” he says, his tone making it clear that you didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. “you can do it, hmm? you can hold it for us, our good girl.”

his words send another pang throughout your body, this time through your pussy as it all falls into place. you can feel your heartbeat throughout your entire body and your knees feel weak; if he wasn’t holding you up they might have given out there and then. 

“i-i can’t,” you bite out, trying and failing to stand your ground. 

“you can,” minho says, firm and unmovable. you let him peel off your clothes, your entire body shaking and fever-hot all over. he sheds his own quickly, pushing you into the large shower and into seungmin’s arms. you’re glad for him, because otherwise you might have fallen straight to the tiles under the spray in a sad heap. minho slides up behind you and wraps his arms around your midsection, squeezing in a way that makes you gasp. 

the water dripping down your frames and swirling down the drain is transfixing, and you were so close to letting go if the embarrassment of pissing yourself didn’t stop you. you can’t look away from the drain, from the clear water that makes you wonder what it would look like if it was tinged yellow.

“hyung?” seungmin asks, breaking your trance, his eyes shining at minho as he looks at him for guidance. 

“take care of our girl,” minho nods, keeping you still when seungmin moves away. you expect him to reach for the loofah hanging by the shower head, or the bar of soap sitting in the caddy, but instead he sinks to his knees in front of you. he looks up at you with reverence, the shower spray hitting his back and the overhead light shining down on him making him look like some kind of angel. 

or a devil, your mind tells you as he leans forward to press light kisses to your thighs. minho wedges a leg in between yours, nudging your knees apart so seungmin has access to your throbbing pussy. he makes a delighted noise and dives in, tongue flicking at your folds as his hands keep your thighs apart. 

“fuck, seung,” you moan, muscles tightened as you try not to release onto his face. “i can’t hold it.”

neither of them pay you any mind; minho’s hands massage at your lower belly as seungmin laps at you like you’re his last meal, his tongue dipping inside of you and reaching points he never has before.

“p-please,” you gasp, not knowing what you were even asking for. for minho to let up on the pressure around your middle, for seungmin to move his face away from your pussy, for him to go harder and never stop. 

“do you need to go, honey?” minho says, voice right in your ear. it sends a lick of flames up your spine, and seungmin hums into you when you let out a list of syllables that you hope mean god, yes, please let me. “then come for us, and i promise you can go after.”

it’s like his words flip a switch inside of you, because immediately after he orders it you’re coming. your hips jerk against seungmin’s mouth, his nose rubbing against your clit as the fire climbs downwards and explodes into embers that take over your entire body. 

when the last of the shocks fade away, the pang of desperation from your bladder comes back in full force. your knees shake, you can feel your entire body trembling in an attempt to not piss all over your boyfriend who is still kneeling between your legs. 

“baby, come up here,” minho calls to seungmin, pulling him away from where he had begun sucking at your inner thigh. he rises to his knees in an unfairly graceful way and presses his body up against your front so you’re sandwiched between them. the gentle pressure of his hips pushing against minho’s hands makes you double over, your face squishing against seungmin’s chest as you finally lose control over yourself. 

you can feel the warm stream sliding down your legs, the sound of it mixing with the shower spray and creating some kind of weird harmony. you let out a sob, half from the utter relief you feel at letting go and half at the embarrassment of pissing yourself like this, even if they made you do it. you close your eyes and throw your head back against minho’s collarbone, mouth hanging open from how overwhelmed you feel. 

“i’m sorry,” you choke out, chest heaving in with your breaths and shuddering out. the flow finally tapers off, the last bits of release tricking down and swirling down the drain. “fuck, i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay, love,” seungmin shushes you, sliding a hand up your waist as minho presses wet kisses to the back of your head. “that was so fucking hot, you don’t even know.”

you watch with tired eyes as minho’s hand creeps around you to circle around seungmin’s dick, hard and upright, and seungmin sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. his own hand snakes behind you, to minho’s cock, and they jerk each other off with you between them, pliant and jelly limped as you lean against them. they come together, both of their heads buried into your neck and their combined come spurting out onto your legs and sliding down like your piss had earlier. 

the three of you stand there for several moments, catching your breath and regaining the feeling in your legs. seungmin does actually reach for the loofah then, lathering it up with minho’s expensive soaps and spending extra time scrubbing at your legs. you float in a dazed mess as they rinse you off, wrapping you in a fluffy towel and then guiding your limbs into satin pajamas. 

“thirsty?” seungmin asks after he deposits you into the covers of your shared california king bed, and your parched throat aches to say yes. you almost do, but when you turn your head to look at what’s in his outstretched hand it’s - 

a bottle of the god damn sports drink. 

[mystictalesofasadmoon]

The Righteous Chapter One

Notes: Alrighty, here we go. Fair warning, this might totally suck.

Warnings: None really for this chapter. Just blood.

Word Count: 2.7k

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The Impala’s cabin is filled with the petrichor scent of early spring rain. Thick, humid air wafts through the barely open windows. The moon casts a dim glow over the landscape of Kansas. Shadows of trees arch over the old highway, their wet leaves glistening in the soft moonlight, blurring together as they speed down the deserted road. The night is quiet aside from the rumble of Baby’s engine as the brothers Winchester make their way back home to the bunker after a long week. The case had drained them both more than either would admit. What had started as a hunt for a skinwalker had twisted into a mess of tracking down a lycanthrope pack on the outskirts of Albuquerque. Bloody, chaotic, and way too damn long. Their bodies both ached. Sam had dozed off in the passenger's seat halfway through Colorado, his head tipped back, phone sitting loosely in his hand, leaving Dean in a comfortable silence, as he had turned off his Metallica cassette as soon as he noticed his brother's need for rest. He didn't mind the silence for a change.

They would be home soon, only twenty more minutes down Highway 36. Dean’s eyes grow more tired by the second, his third cup of gas station coffee having worn off an hour ago. But he pushes on through the exhaustion, not wanting to wake Sam. Twenty minutes, he keeps thinking to himself, just twenty minutes. Then they would be home, and Dean could get his usual four hours of sleep. Hell, maybe he could swing six hours tonight. That would be a nice change. The clock strikes 2 am, and Dean's eyelids droop a bit more. He forces them open, sheer determination and pure stubbornness coursing through his veins. Fifteen minutes now. Almost home. But the sleep deprivation is starting to catch up to him, lashes fluttering against his cheeks, and his lids close for just a second too long. He catches himself quickly, blinking rapidly, his eyesight adjusting. 

Then,

“Shit!” 

Dean’s foot slams on the brake, the pedal pushing straight down to the floor. The Impala jolts, tires squeal as the brakes work overtime against the wet asphalt. Sam’s phone goes flying, Sam goes flying, suddenly snapped upright, barely catching himself before his ribs slam into the glove box. 

“Dude. What the hell?” Sam grumbles, his voice raspy with sleep. He looks at his brother first, irritation clear on his face, but Dean is staring straight ahead. Sam turns, a gasp escaping his lips as he follows Dean’s line of sight.

There, in the middle of the road, only illuminated by the Impala’s headlights, was a woman.

“Oh god…” Sam whispers, taking in the image before them.

Her hair was a mess of long tangled red, matted with sweat and dirt, catching the Impala’s headlights like fire. It clung to her neck, to her shoulders, slick with something wet. The dress might’ve once been white, torn to ribbons and soaked through with mud and blood. It looked like it belonged in a museum painting, not on the back of a woman shambling barefoot down the middle of the road. The hem dragged behind her like a curtain torn from its rod. Her skin was ghostly pale and streaked with wounds, deep, brutal ones, like something with claws had torn into her. She didn’t react to the car. Not even a flinch. Just kept walking, back to them, like she hadn’t noticed the two-ton hunk of metal that nearly mowed her down. Her steps were wrong, offbeat, dragging, like her muscles had forgotten what they were supposed to do. Or maybe they never knew how to begin with. Her whole body sagged under some unseen weight, as if gravity was pulling harder on her than anything else. But it was the blood that caught their attention. Too much of it. Way too much. Enough to make Dean’s stomach turn and Sam wince in sympathy. If she weren’t so obviously torn up, they might’ve thought it wasn’t hers at all. That she’d done the tearing. That she was the threat. 

The bodice of the dress clung to her like wet paper, plastered to her back and chest, the worst of the bleeding coming from around her shoulder blades. But still, she doesn’t turn. Sam and Dean just stared, frozen on the bench seat, watching this figure drag herself forward like her life depends on it. For all the boys know, it just might. And quickly, the fatigue Dean had been feeling drained away fast, replaced with cold adrenaline. The same feeling he gets at the beginning of a case or when they burst into a vamp nest. A new mission. Someone to save.

Wordlessly, both Dean and Sam reach for their guns, then the door handles, exiting Baby with extra caution and alertness. They keep their guns pointed low but present, ready to aim at any second if necessary. She seems human, but you can never be too sure. Typically, women in white type ghosts don’t appear in torn, blood soaked clothing. Too jarring of a sight to catch their prey. But if there’s one thing the Winchester boys know better than anyone? Never let your guard down. Not now, not ever. The woman still doesn’t seem to notice their presence and continues on her agonizingly slow pace, her limp becoming more and more prominent as she progresses onward. Dean is the first to approach. Careful and somewhat tentative.

“Hey, sweetheart. Are you alright?” Dean asks gently, his tone calm and soothing, the same way he would speak to a scared child or a civilian in need of rescue. The question feels stupid as he asks it, she’s clearly far from okay. But his words got her attention at the very least. The woman stops on a dime and turns slowly. The brothers quickly realize that the front of her is in as rough condition as the back. More bruises, more wounds, more tattered and torn fabric draped daintily across her frame. Her big doe eyes meet Deans, warm honey-brown rimmed in red, lit up by the Impala’s headlight, glossy, wide, and utterly haunted. Her plush lips tremble. She doesn’t make a sound. No words, no cries, not even a whimper. Sam lowers his gun entirely, moving slowly as he secures it in the waistband of his jeans.

“Miss? You’re hurt.” Sam starts, taking cautious steps forward. “Can you tell us what happened to you? I promise, we can help.” Her chest rises and falls, her lips part just barely, but no words come out. Her eyes dart back and forth from Sam to Dean as if she’s trying to decipher whether or not they are a threat. The fear and uncertainty radiates off of her, her shoulder tensing. Now Dean too lowers his gun.

“Can you tell us your name? I’m Dean, this,” he pauses, his hand carefully moving to motion towards his brother. “Is my brother Sam. We’re not here to hurt you, we want to help. Okay?” But once again, she says nothing, only staring. A deer in the headlights, almost literally.

“Is there someone after you? We can keep you safe, but we need details, sweetheart.” Still no response.

“Maybe she doesn’t speak english?” Sam muses quietly. “Hola, uh, señorita. Es… tu hablas español?” Sam asks awkwardly, his high school Spanish class of years past not making this any easier. She doesn’t answer, looking more and more nervous and frightened by the men.

“Really?”

“What?”

“Dude, does she look Spanish to you?” Dean asks sarcastically.

“Actually, there is a large Hispanic population with red hair. It’s a genetic mut-”

“Oh my god, nobody cares.”

“Well, I care. You would be surprised how many genetic mutations there are just in-”

“Sammy. Not the time, man.” Dean huffs, giving his brother an exasperated look.

“Right, sorry.” Sam mutters. “Maybe she’s European?” He suggests instead, though that doesn’t seem accurate either. She just watches them as they bicker, her facial expression a mix of confusion and fear. Silent, tense, anxious. If she understands any of what they’re saying, it doesn’t show. The woman begins to take slow, careful yet shaky steps backwards. Like a fawn in the presence of a potential predator. This catches Dean’s attention.

“Whoa, hey. We’re not here to hurt you.” He raises his hands again, taking soft but sure steps towards her, Sam in tow.

“We just wanna help, sweetheart. Can you- Hey! Wait!” She bolts, turning around and dashing off down the road into the darkness. The boys watch for a moment, half tempted to just let her go. But their consciences just won’t allow it and soon they start sprinting after her.

“Son of a bitch, she’s fast.” Dean pants between laboured breaths. Sam dashes ahead.

“Regret not running with me every morning?” Sam asks, sarcastic and smug, barely breaking a sweat. To which he earned a breathless grumble from Dean.

It felt like miles. Dean’s boots pounded the pavement, lungs burning, heart racing, but he knew it couldn’t have been more than a few hundred feet. Stupid Sam and his stupid morning runs. Still, every step felt stretched, like time itself was dragging its feet. Then, without warning, she veered off the road, vanishing into the brush like smoke in the wind.

“Shit,” Dean muttered, skidding to a stop.

Without hesitation, he and Sam were after her in the next breath, pushing through tall weeds slick with dew, the cold bite of wet grass lashing at their jeans. The air was thick and quiet except for the crunch of earth underfoot and the frantic rustle of her flight.

Up ahead, she faltered. Her foot catches on the shredded hem of her gown, mud-soaked and tangling around her legs like a snare. Her ankle twists, and she goes down hard, crashing to the ground with a thud. Her knees hit first, then her hip. A choked sound, small, pained, almost animalistic, escaped her lips as she curled in on herself, hand clutching at the injured ankle. Her fingers tremble against her skin, testing the damage, recoiling from the pain. Dean and Sam slow to a walk as they approach, instinct taking over. Caution. Sympathy. Concern.

She doesn’t move.

She just watched them, eyes wide and wild, chest heaving as she dragged in panicked breaths. The terror on her face was immediate and raw. No mask, no hiding. Her entire body shook, curled on the damp soil like something cornered and waiting to be hurt again.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Sam tries to soothe. “Did you twist your ankle?” He doesn’t wait for a response, kneeling down before her, phone flashlight turned on so that he can examine her.

“Bet that hurts, huh? Can I take a closer look?” But as his hands gently press on a tender spot, she flinches, upper body jutting forward, teeth on display like a feral animal as she attempts to bite him. Sam jerks back just in time.

“Jesus.” Dean mutters. “This one of those raised by wolves type of situation?” 

Sam stands again after a moment of composing himself, turning to his brother.

“What do we do? Clearly she doesn’t understand us and she’s scared. Do we… leave her?” Sam asks hesitantly, already knowing the answer. They could never just leave a civilian, much less a woman, out here alone and hurt. They’ve seen too much of what the world can do in the best of conditions, let alone this kind of circumstance. 

“What? No! Look…” Dean runs a hand through his spiky hair, letting out a huff of annoyance. Not towards Sam, not even really towards her. Mostly it’s the situation and the lack of communication. “No. We can’t just leave her out here. She’ll get eaten or, I don’t know, possessed."

“I know, but how the hell are we supposed to get her somewhere safe?” Sam asks, his voice calm but frustrated.

“I don’t know. I’ll figure something out. Just… go get the car before someone hits my baby. And bring the blanket, I think it’s in the trunk.” Dean turns his head to look down at the injured girl again, his concerned expression mixed with curiosity.

“Do you really think that that’s a good idea? She tried to bite me.”

“Hey, wouldn’t be the first time a lady uses some teeth on me.”

“Dude…” Sam mutters, rolling his eyes, but turns nonetheless and starts making his way back towards the highway.

Dean chuckles at his own joke before turning serious once again. He hesitates for a second, debating his best course of action and decides not to step forward, but slowly crouches down to her level before sitting down. He’s a few feet away, just enough to show her that he isn’t a threat. He keeps his hands visible to her and just stays silent this time. No more questions.

He just sits there. Soaked boots in the mud. Elbows resting on his knees. Watching her breathe like every exhale might be her last. She watches him, clearly distrusting and unsure.

“Not gonna touch you,” he said softly. “Not unless you want me to.”

Her eyes flicked to his, her head tilting like she’s trying to understand, then away again.

“I don’t know what the hell happened to you,” he continues. “But whatever it was, you got out. You made it out.”

He lets the silence settle. The wind rustles through wet grass, carrying the smell of rain and blood and spring decay.

“You don’t have to trust me,” Dean says after a while. “Hell, if I were you, I wouldn’t either. But if we leave you out here like this…”

He trailed off, letting the thought hang unspoken. He knows what these woods hold. What the world is capable of. And somehow, he senses that she doesn’t. That she’s either too naive or innocent to know. That one wrong turn could leave her in a world of trouble, a homicide statistic.

The woman doesn't move, but her shaking has slowed. Her breathing, too.

Sam returns after a few minutes, a grey wool blanket folded in his arms. He hands it over wordlessly, eyes scanning Dean’s face for a cue. Dean takes it and looks back at her.

“Look… this is gonna sound crazy, but we’ve seen a lot of crazy. And we help people. That’s what we do.” Still nothing. But she’s listening now. He can feel it. Her head tilts ever so slightly in question, something that he’s seen Cas do a thousand times when he’s confused. 

Dean holds the blanket in both hands, slowly wrapping it around his shoulders to show her what to do, should she choose to. Then he sets it gently on the ground between them and quickly backs off, lest he be bitten by the feral redhead. “If you want it, take it. If you want help, come with us. We can take you home, get you cleaned up. We’ve got plenty of grub. But if not… I guess we’ll leave you to it.” He’s bluffing. He’s not planning on leaving her out here, injured and defenseless. But he can’t help but try the classic bluff. Used to work like a charm on Sammy when they were growing up, hell, it still works now. Dean stands slowly, the movement making her flinch, but she doesn't run this time.

He turns, making eye contact with Sam who nods in understanding. Then they both begin to walk away.

“Give her a minute.” He whispers, both of their strides shorter than usual. Lingering. A long beat passed. Then, a soft, rustling noise comes from behind them. They both pause, turning. She has the blanket wrapped awkwardly around her shoulders, the same way Dean showed her, dragging it like a cape. Her limp is worse now, but she doesn’t stop. Doesn’t speak. She just follows. Wide eyed, innocent and a hint of curiosity in her wild stare, rosy lips parted ever so slightly. 

Dean can’t help the smile that creeps on to his lips. It’s not his typical cocky smirk. It’s softer, more kind. 

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you somewhere safe.”

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AH! Okay, so this is my first real attempt at writing something for someone other than myself for a very long time. I hope you guys (guy? Did anyone even read this monstrosity? lol) enjoyed it. I'm doing my best to make this actually good. Lmk what you think!

Chapter two should be out pretty soon, next few days.

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[rebelliousstories]

A Thief and An X-Man

Relationship: Remy LeBeau/Gambit x Reader

Fandom: X-Men

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 2,738

Main Masterlist: Here

X-Men Masterlist: Here

Summary: Southern charm is a thing. Something that Remy LeBeau has taken advantage of over the years. All it took was one little X-Man to throw him off his rhythm apparently…

How everyone found themselves in their own current predicament, only the universe knows. The tomfoolery that had followed them during their journey was like something straight out of a superhero book.

Remy panted and hugged his side as he rested against the brick wall behind him. His partner in crime, albeit a reluctant one, mirrored his actions against the other wall of the alleyway. She was glaring hard in between her pants in an attempt to catch her breath.

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you Cajun?” There were shouts and the pounding of footsteps getting closer and closer.

“What can I say, chere? I like pretty things.” The weight of the jewels in his pocket weighed down under her gaze.

“We’re being chased because you couldn’t keep your greedy little hands off of stuff that doesn’t belong to you!” Her words were almost drowned completely out by the pounding of footsteps.

Making a split second decision, Remy grabbed her hand and began to haul the woman towards a fire escape that was already pulled down. She was confused, but faced with the possibility of the men that were chasing them catching up? She would take the fire escape with the thief. As soon as they had made it up onto the roof of whatever building this was, Remy leaned over the edge to get a look at their personal mob that now ran by the building and alleyway they had disappeared into. With a smirk, he laid down on the cool tiles below.

“We safe now,” she questioned, almost ready to run again.

“I wouldn’t be layin’ down if we weren’t. Now would I, chere?” His eyes slipped closed as he relaxed as much as he could.

“Oh, of course. Because I should be trusting the person who got us into this mess, to be honest and truthful when he is a known Thief, to get us out of this mess. Wolverine needs to come and extract me right now.” Her grumbling was followed by the sound of her trying to use her transponder. With a frustrated groan, it clattered to the ground when it would not work.

For three days, she had been stuck in Louisiana with the leader of the Thieves Guild. A mission that she had been sent on alone to help the X-Men get a relic that needed to be kept out of the wrong hands. Had they been able to do it solo, they would have. But the Thieves were the only people who had made it to where they needed her to go, and made it back out. Thus, an unlikely alliance was made. And from that point forward, she had been subjected to the rugged charms of the one they call Gambit.

From the second she walked up to him, she had been the focus of his flirtations. Maybe it was the fact that she was a new pretty face for him. Or maybe it was that fact that she was “forbidden fruit” being an X-Man. Whatever it was, for the past three weeks, she had been subject to every one liner and flirty comment.

In all honesty, she did not mind the banter that they usually had. It was better than being with someone that did not talk much, like a certain X-Man she knew. But it was annoying once he got into a flirtatious mood.

“Ooo, chere. Did it hurt when ya fell from heaven? You look so angelic.”

“Shut up, Cajun.”

“Here, let Gambit take care o’ dat for ya. Ain’t no reason to sweat your pretty brow.”

“If Gambit don’t give me back my tools, I’m not gonna sweat my brow over putting him down.”

It was like this for three days. Any chance he got, he took. She could see that he was just doing it to get a rise out of her, since she refused to be another notch on his belt. Even though some times, she could almost swear there was something genuine about the affectionate quips he made. A sharp bark pulled her from her thoughts and brought her attention to the transponder that was still down by her feet. Careful not to step on it, she opened it to be met with the authoritative voice of a certain Canadian calling her name.

“Where have you been? You were supposed to check in an hour ago, bub.” He was upset, that was for sure. But after all these years, she could hear through the layers to his tone and knew it was just because he cared for his team like his own family.

“Wolverine, I’m fine. We ran into a snag but we should be getting back on track soon. The communicator wouldn’t work earlier or I would have checked in at the appropriate time,” came her retort. A groan trailed into a sigh on the other end of the line.

“Just be safe, kid. Let me know when you get the relic. We’ll be waiting to extract you when you need it.” His voice lowered in volume, and his tone shifted.

“Will do, Wolvie. Just gotta get this Cajun to actually get me to the place, then we’ll be on our way home.” With that, the two X-Men signed off from each other. She sat there for a moment longer as she began to rub her temples. The evening breeze was welcome against her flushed face.

“So you and da Wolverine, huh?” Gambit’s sudden ask brought her out of her head quick.

“What? Me and him? No, god no. We just work well together. He’s the one that got me into the school. Got me into the X-Men,” she stood, and looked around the night sky that was sprinkled with lights. “You gonna take me where I need to go, or do I need to find another thief to do it?”

“Oh, you wound me, chere. Suppose if ya did that, I could call another X-Man to grab the item with me instead.” He teased, finally rising to his feet.

With fluid movements, like that of a skilled ballet dancer, Remy looked towards the streets again. The mutant dubbed them safe enough, and began his descent down the same fire escape that he had them go up on. She followed after him, always maintaining a bit of distance between them as they went closer and closer to where they needed to go.

A well lit mansion greeted the two mutants after a while. This was the house that she had been searching for. She was finally here. Once again, she followed Gambit’s lead. After all, he and his guild made it out of here before with their pockets loaded. They could do it one more time.

Gambit caused a minor explosion on one of the windows in the back of the building making her flinch as she expected the commotion to begin. And yet, there was nothing. No alarms, no dogs barking or humans shouting. He turned back to the stunned woman with nothing short of a pompous smirk on, before he climbed through the window. She took his hand to help stabilize her while she was slipping through the opening.

They had ended up in the west wing of the mansion, only a few doors down from the room that they needed to go to. She had no time to be stunned at how efficient this mutant was seeing as he was already grabbing her hand to pull her through the house. Their journey was cut short when they spotted guards walking towards them in the hallway. Remy tucked them both against a wall that was out of sight, but knew they did not have long. Scanning around, he did not see a spare room or broom closet. He tried not to show the panic on his face, but he could feel his heart speeding up.

“They not supposed to be here, chere. We gotta go back out.” But when he tried to leave, the sounds of quiet conversation and boots on the hardwood floor were far too close now.

“Go with me,” was all the warning that the Cajun was given. In an instant, she made him press her against the wall. What he did not expect even more than that, was the fact that she had him engaged in a full lip lock. Stunned did not even begin to describe what he was feeling. Here this woman was, kissing him voluntarily, after spending the last three days shutting him down at every chance.

Losing himself in the moment that he wished would never end, Remy kept one of his hands on the wall near her head, while the other went to the dip of her waist. Her hands came up and pressed him even closer by the nape of his neck. This was a dream. A wonderful, beautiful dream that he did not want to wake from. Unfortunately, that was not in the cards for him. Right as he was truly enjoying the moment, a wolf whistle caught his attention. But she did not let him turn around. Instead, she pressed his face into her neck while she shouted at the guards that had finally rounded the corner.

“Cad é? Cad atá tú ag féachaint air?” Now that was a language Remy had never heard spoken. His confused face was stuck in the crook of her neck, while he felt her shooing the men away. Apparently, they were just as confused as he was, but left without complaint. As soon as they were away from the par of mutants, she pushed Remy back a bit.

“Now, where in da world is dat language from, chere? Gambit ain’t never heard nothin’ like it in his whole life.” He was a bit out of breath but it was understandable.

“I used to go visit my grandmother in Ireland when I was a kid. She made me fluent in Gaelic.” She was just as out of breath as him, but neither called attention as to the reason why.

They both sat there for a moment, not moving from their spots where they were oh so close to one another. This was the closest they had been physically the entire time they had been working together. And it was breaking down barriers that had been put in place for their own sanity and safety.

“Let’s get going before someone else catches us and we can’t get out of it as easily,” she stated breathily. For her own sake, she needed to do something, and soon before she could not stop herself. Remy nodded to himself, to confirm that he had heard her or to shake himself out of his own stupor, who knows. But soon, they were back on track with him grabbing her hand and leading them to the room once more.

Gambit made quick work of picking the lock, and then they were inside. Encased in glass was a small pendant and necklace. Unassuming at first, but they knew better. This one little artifact was responsible for so much suffering around the world, and more of it if they did not get it out of non-mutant hands. Remy approached the glass case and looked for a way to get it open without disturbing it too much. But the sound of glass shattering spooked him, made him jump back from the shards.

“You were taking too long.” She shrugged, turning back to look at the pendant. Pulling out her own case for the necklace, she tried very hard not to touch the jewel in the center. Once it was secured, Remy did another look out to make sure that the coast was clear.

“Let’s get going, chere. Don’t want no unwelcome guests taggin’ along now.” The two mutants slipped out the same way that they entered. It was such a shock for her, not having any hangups during a mission. Usually it was every chance the universe got to make something go wrong, it did. So to have one go this smoothly was a welcomed change of pace.

They fled into the night before them, and did not look back until they were safe in the heart of New Orleans once more. Lights, music, and conversation drowned out any and all thoughts they had for just a minute or two. Instead of going somewhere quiet and out of the way, Gambit ended up leading them further not the heart of the city to a late night cafe.

As soon as they sat down, he ordered something for them both to eat and drink, but she was not paying any attention to him. Instead, she was trying to figure out how she was going to discreetly call her team back at the mansion to go home. For some reason though, it was not working right now.

“This thing has been finicky the entire time I’ve been here. Doesn’t know whether or not it wants to work when I need it to.” She lamented, tossing the item down onto the table before them.

“So, now that you got whatcha came here for, just gonna head home? Like that?” There was a mournful tone to his voice that did not miss her ears. Neither one needed to say exactly why he sounded so upset at her leaving, or rather neither wanted to acknowledge why he was upset.

“Well, there’s always someone else that needs saving. Or a disaster that needs to be avoided,” she said, watching his face carefully.

“Right, right…” he trailed off, not quite knowing where to take it from here. Thankfully, a waitress came by with two bowls, and two drinks for them to enjoy.

“What on earth did you order for me?” Poking her spoon around in the stew like dish in front of her, she arched an eyebrow and looked at the Cajun.

“Dat right der is what we call gumbo, chere. It’s real good. Gotta use dat piece o’ baguette at the end though.” When she still did not eat, he tried a different tactic. “Come on. Humor me before ya head on home, chere?”

If you ever asked her, she would vehemently deny that she had given in to the soft way he pleaded with her. Bringing the spoonful of hot stew and rice to her lips, a symphony of flavors erupted on her tongue. It was unlike anything she had ever eaten. The chicken, sausage and shrimp were so tender and perfectly cooked. The veggies melted, and the rice was the perfect binder.

While she was busy devouring her food, Remy was taking that time to lock in on her joyful face. If this was going to be the last time he saw her, he was going to make it count. But his day dreaming was interrupted by the transponder on the table suddenly jumping to life. As fast as she could, she set down her spoon, wiped her face, and grabbed the item.

“Wolverine,” she began, “listen, I got the necklace. Ready when you are on the extraction.”

Her eyes drifted over to the man in front of her who was trying very hard not to eavesdrop on the conversation happening two feet away from him. The long she listened to Wolverine talk, and watched Remy’s face, the more her heart moaned in pain. It was an unusual feeling to have, especially for someone that she swore she did not get along with or that she had not known for too long.

“Kid, we’ll be there in a couple hours, okay? We’re gonna track you by your communicator and then we’ll-”

“Actually, Wolvie,” she cut the man off, “I think I’m gonna stick around New Orleans for a few days. Just to make sure that nobody comes looking for this thing. I’ll let you know when it’s safe to come home.”

The transponder was shut off fast, and tucked into one of the pockets of her uniform. When she looked up again, the startled face of Gambit greeted her. His eyes were wider than the bowls they were eating out of, but she paid it no mind. Picking up her spoon again, she sent a teasing smirk across the table.

“Hope you don’t mind that I’ll be sticking around a little more.” She brought another spoonful of gumbo to her mouth while Gambit took a minute to recover.

“Not at all, chere. Not at all.”

[crowsofdarkness]

Fallen: Chapter Three

-gif not mine. credit to owner-

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Fallen Angel! Female Reader.

Content Warnings: language, angst, fluff, kidnapping, violence.

Summary: The new Avengers recruit has many secrets, one of which Bucky is desperate to discover.

Authors Note: This is a little AU with Bucky! It will have six chapters! Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Tags: @that-blonde-girl @starfly-nicole @bookofriverr @civilbucky

“Faster!” 

“Harder!” 

“Come on, you can do better than that!” 

Sweat dripped from my forehead into my mouth, the salty bitterness stinging my tongue, and I let out deep breaths while trying to calm my beating heart. With a quick duck, I missed the oncoming punch, landing my own into the hard chest in front of me, not holding back my strength. 

With a smile to his face, he placed a hand on his chest. “That’s what I’m talking about.” 

I couldn’t help but snicker. “Please, don’t act like that actually hurt Captain America.” 

Steve laughed now and shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just glad that you’re not pulling your punches anymore.” 

Sensing a quick break in our training, I allowed myself to take a large drink of water, my heart rate coming down fast. 

“I don’t think you would allow another training session to continue like the first three,” I spoke honestly. 

“We both know what you’re capable of, Y/N. You don’t need to hide it from me; anything.” 

With his words, I stared Steve straight in the eyes, knowing exactly what he meant. I was hiding a big part of me from him, from everyone, only because I didn’t want the others around the compound to witness it. 

“I’m already the new kid around here. The last thing I need to be called is the freak,” I said. 

Steve sighed with his hands low on his hips. “No one thinks that.” 

“Really?” My brow raised while I held up my hand, fire spreading to the tips. “All I have to do is think about it and fire is in my hands.” 

With a tight fist now, the flames evaporated. “Don’t even get me started on the other thing.” 

Within the last few weeks, Steve had taken the job of training me, preparing me for becoming the newest member of the Avengers. At first I was very shut off about the whole idea but knew that if I wanted to continue having a place to live, I needed to at least try. 

Steve was very comforting from the start, allowing me time to warm up being around him, but as time went on he could immediately tell I was holding back. We both knew what power and strength I possessed but I was afraid of letting it be shown on full display. Tony and him had seen it one time but it was brief; they, along with others, didn’t see to the full extent of what I was capable of. 

An immense amount of pain spread throughout my spine and with a painful hiss, I grasped for the closest thing next to me. Which happened to be Steve’s arm. 

My powerful grip meant nothing to his super strength, my nails digging into his skin didn’t cause him to flinch an ounce. 

“When was the last time you let them out?” Steve wondered once the pain had subsided. 

“Not since you captured me,” I admitted. 

“No one is going to look at you differently, Y/N,” Steve reassured. 

“So what? I’m supposed to walk around the compound with my wings on full display?” I shrugged. 

“Even if it’s for a few seconds when no one is around. Keeping them in has caused you pain, Y/N. Is it even worth it?” 

“To stay alive, you fucking bet.” I nodded. 

Steve sighed, knowing no matter what he said that I wouldn’t change my mind. 

I used to be so strong before my sister was murdered. I would walk around with my wings spread wide, proud of the woman I had become over the centuries but now, it was different. 

As far as I knew, I was the last of my kin that fell centuries ago and knowing that I had a target on my head for the things on my back, I kept them hidden now. There was word on the street that Ivan was looking for me, wanting to skin my wings from me for a chunk of change. But the pain had become almost unbearable and I didn’t know what it could do if I continued to keep them hidden. 

“Same time tomorrow?” I questioned, changing the subject. 

Steve let out a breath and ran a hand over his face, the stubble on his chin no doubt tickling his palm. “I’m actually headed out on a mission for the next week so you’ll continue your daily training with someone else.” 

My brows knitted together. “Who?” 

He motioned behind me. “Speak of the devil.” 

Turning on my heels, my heart jumped in my throat when I saw who my new trainer was going to be. He leaned slightly against the entryway of the room, arms crossed over his chest. The vibranium arm shone bright in the light. 

“Hey Buck. I was telling Y/N that you’re going to be taking over for me for the next few sessions.” Steve spoke towards Bucky. 

Bucky, who was now standing a few feet in front of me, gave Steve a nod while sending a small smile my way. 

I couldn’t look him in his eyes, knowing what I know about our past. If he ever found out that I was sent to kill him all those years ago, I don’t think he would smile like that towards me. 

“Y/N?” 

“Hm?” I turned my attention towards Steve. 

“Don’t hold your punches with Bucky. He can handle anything you throw at him,” Steve reassured me. 

“Somehow I doubt that,” I muttered to myself, quickly giving them a small wave before leaving them to themselves. 

The nighttime cold wrapped around me as I stood on the rooftop of the compound letting the soft noises of the crickets and soft waves of the water behind the building ease my mind. Steve's words from earlier kept rattling around in my head. 

Let them out for a few minutes.

The choice weighed heavy on my shoulders, not knowing if it was the best one. The pain had become almost too much to handle, bringing me to my knees just a few moments ago. No one knew I was up here on the roof so no one would be able to see them so what could be the harm? 

Letting out a deep breath, I rolled back my shoulders and felt an almost euphoric feeling fill my veins when the wings spread wide around me. A few dead feathers fell around my feet and I cringed, knowing that it was from keeping them inside for a long period of time. 

They stretched far out and I did the same with my arms, fire spreading to the tips, and in those few moments I felt like myself again. Everything that was causing worries within me had vanished with this quiet solace. 

Steve had become a close friend of mine here, no one else bothered to spend even a minute to get to know me only because of these things on my back. There were countless lores of my kind, mostly evil and vile, so of course they wanted nothing to do with me. My kind was known for killing anyone in our way to get what we wanted or needed. We took control of the innocent in order to get the wealth that we had for centuries. 

However, with being the last of my kin on Earth, none of that mattered to me. I could go anywhere in the world with the simple flap of my wings, but I chose to stay here. I chose to try and better myself and make up for the past choices, hoping to right my wrongs. I also chose to stay here because I needed to make amends to one person who had no idea of what I could have done to him. 

Bucky wanted to get to know me because we shared the same past; being used as weapons for Hydra. I couldn’t allow myself to get close to him because I knew that once he did find out I was sent to kill him, the friendship he wanted would be nonexistent.

Which is why the nerves were high for our training sessions. If there was any way that we would become close, it would be during these sessions. 

With a quick sigh, I brought my wings back, the skin of my shoulder blades melting together and once again I was normal as the people beneath my feet. 

Well, almost normal. 

[bloodyinkandquill]

Rocket and sibling Reader

ok it is a full week since i last worked on any of these, lets try and get like three done and post them all, we got rocket and singling reader first coolio, ok technically we have shuriken x knife reader then toxic yuri reader x scythe but i have no clue what to do for the shuriken x knife reader imma reach out to the requester if they didn’t request on anon and ill do the scythe after this because i kin rocket so i wanna do this first, even if i self ship with scythe

- Even if Pokémon doesn’t exist in the world of Phighting you and your brother are straight up Team Rocket Jessie and James, one of you spawned, hung around the spawn building for a little while when suddenly ‘you have a sibling here you go’

haven’t worked on this since the 21st it’s the 15th now, ok let’s do this shit i’ve got kesha playing for motivation it’s only 10:30 i got this… let me read his wiki real quick so this is as accurate as possible, alright let’s do this, chappell roan decided to play but im not complaining about good luck babe

- Even thought one of you is older by a few months, maybe a year at most, you just decide to say you’re twins, sharing a spawn day even if legally that is not your spawning day, while still in the spawn building’s care you get each other a small but heartfelt gift, either stolen, bought with stolen money, or hand made, you both kept every gift

- You both had explosive and dangerous gears, and with how violent Playground is you both end up angry and in a lot of fights, but the only demon either of you let your guard down around is each other, dressing the others knuckles with stolen gauze as they either boast about the fight they just won or grumble that they didn’t even try

- Since unless you’re both in private you don’t let your guards down if either of you wanna discretely say ‘I’m here’ you softly bump horns, almost in a pavlovian fashion both of you instantly calm down some

- You two only really had each other so you both were very clingy to each other, falling asleep in whatever shelter you could cuddling to conserve warmth, and it makes it easier to protect each other in case someone stumbles upon you two, usually thought you would take turns sleeping and the other would keep watch, Playground is fucking dangerous so neither of you felt too comfortable both sleeping at the same time, especially when you had no home, just abandoned buildings or dark forgotten alleyways

- Rocket is a bit more reckless than you, so you on probably four, maybe five separate occasions had to grab him and book it, a wrongly timed and placed rocket and people were chasing you wanting you dead, he’d laugh maniacally and you would join him, once you two were somewhere safe that is, but if you got hurt because of him he’d feel like shit, if it was bad he might even cry and beg for you to forgive him, but you could never stay mad at your brother, after all you only had each other

- When the incident happened that cost him an arm and a leg you weren’t spared, coming out with your own bad injuries too, you both knew, you had to get out of this place, it was too dangerous and you couldn’t loose each other, so you left once and for all, vowing to never come back

- -Skip to after Zuka adopts you i’ve wrote how i think that went down before for a creative writing assignment i don’t wanna do it again sue me

- You slowly began to relax, Zuka gaining your trusts slowly but steadily, giving you what you needed, space, a shoulder to lean on, a trip to a rage room, whatever, overtime you both calmed down more, redirecting your anger to pyromania, ok maybe not the best but fire and explosions were fun!

- One day Zuka called to you that you had guests, when you went to the living room the last thing you expected to see was a deity but his son was chill, the three of you got along great, slowly becoming amazing friends, when he recounted a time two years ago he dyed his horns green to match his dad it gave Rocket an idea

- From that day onwards Rocket had you or Sword help him carve his horns to look more like your adoptive father, you’d chat, gossip, smack talk, and bicker while shaving down the extra parts on your bother’s horns, it was during one of these monthly times that you jokingly suggested maybe you two could become phighters, fast forward two months later you were sneaking out to go sign up for the next phight, Zuka wouldn’t approve so it was easier to ask for forgiveness then to ask for permission

- Even as you two changed your relationship never really did, you two stayed incredibly close, still pretending you were twins and even if you were no longer alone you both knew you could rely on each other to hell and back

coolio hope this is good lemme work on the next one, it’s 11 if i keep up with this pace i’ll have the three finished before midnight then i can do the final request(s?) tomorrow morning since i’ve got classes

[m-eowdy]

I already posted this Dead Boy Detectives fic over on AO3, but since it's so short I figured I'd post it here as well (only I kept forgetting lol).

Thank you, but please don’t ever do that again (614 words) Edwin thanks Crystal for trying to get him out of Hell.

It’s a grey March morning, about two weeks after they bid Port Townsend goodbye. Rain is ticking against the window, as a quiet lull hangs over the office. Charles is out running an errand, and it’s just Crystal and Edwin doing their own things. It’s quiet, with only the sound of Edwin rearranging papers in a file, and Crystal's soft mindless humming as she lounges on the sofa, reading something on her phone. At some point Edwin stops his organising as if deciding something.

“Hey, Crystal, can we talk?”

“Yeah sure, what’s up?” She puts away her phone and tucks up her legs to make space for him on the sofa.

He sits down, looking straight ahead, as is easiest for him to do during personal conversations.

“Listen, I… I’ve been trying to talk more about my…” Edwin’s face contorts. “feelings.” He sighs. “And, well, since what happened with Niko, I’ve realised that it could always be too late. And…” he trails off. 

Crystal nods in understanding, a small empathetic smile on her face.

He turns to her. “I haven’t properly thanked you. For trying to go to Hell for me.”

“Oh, you know, it’s whatever.” Crystal tries to wave away.

“No, no, it’s not ‘whatever’. You sought out your abusive Demon ex, he could have really hurt you! And he did hurt you, and Jenny. I know you ended up having everything under control, but that was really dangerous, Crystal.”

She shrugged, but he could see it was because she didn’t know how to reply, and not because it had been easy.

“You tried to go to Hell for me, even though you knew it would kill you. I know Charles made sure you knew that. But you still tried.”

She nodded. “Of course I tried, are you kidding me?”

“I am very lucky to have friends who are willing to sacrifice themselves. For me.” He looks up at her, eyes shiny. “Thank you.”

Crystal reaches over her hand and he accepts, holding it.

“You’re welcome.” she whispers.

“But you cannot do anything like that again.” His voice turned serious, stern. He tightens his grip on her hand “Please promise me you'll never try to go to Hell for me again.”

Crystal's eyes narrow. “Are you stupid? Do you think I'd be able to live with myself knowing you're being tortured in Hell? You must think of me or yourself very low.”

“If I'm back in Hell, and I have to worry about you getting trapped down there… You'd just be helping the demons torture me!” he fires back.

“Well, I can't do nothing,” Crystal huffs.

Edwin gives her a sideway nod in understanding and ponders it over.

“Edwin, you’re one of my best friends. You’re one of few people who actually care about me. And I care about you. Just talking about it now, thinking about you… There… I'm seriously nauseous.” She puts her hand on her stomach.

Edwin gives a wry laugh. “Well, that's a sentiment we share.” A beat. He purses his lips slightly. “What if I give you a list of things you can do to get me out of Hell before you actually attempt to get me yourself?”

Crystal smiles and points at his chest in agreement. “Look, now you've got yourself a deal.” Her left hand lets go of Edwin's, and she puts out her right hand to shake on it. He accepts, but lingers afterwards.

“Say it.” He looks her in the eyes and shifts on the couch. “Promise me.” It’s almost pleading.

She squeezes his hand firmly. “I promise that I will do your list first, before personally going there myself.” 

“Thank you.” he whispers.

[deliciousbasementtrash]

Playing Nurse for the Batfam

Artist: Donna Floyd

Summary: you are a nurse working for Gotham General Hospital. Batman has offered you a job. You are now a nurse for the entire Batfamily. There has been an emergency and you have been called into the line of fire. How will the Fam react?

Pairing: Slowburn Jason Todd x Female!reader

Warning: Adult language, creepy perv man, gunshots, violence, killing

Word Count: 1.4k

Masterlist

Note: These characters are not my own they belong to DC. The only character that is 'mine' is the reader. I am going to be as nondescript as possible for the reader as well for physical attributes. This is a continuation series; I’m not sure how long it will be. Also for some reason, my replies to comments are not showing up. I’m not ignoring your comments Tumblr won’t let me respond :( But please, please comment I live for it

Part 8: Pizza Joe's

Once again, days passed without seeing Jason. Embarrassment flared inside me at the thought of our last interaction. I wasn’t one that enjoyed crying in front of people. And I hadn’t just cried, I had wailed, and choked, with spit and most likely snot leaking from my face. It wasn’t a cute poetic actress single tear sniffle. It was ugly and loud. Whatever. It’s not like I want a relationship. I’ve worked hard to obtain my peace. I don’t want a man to come in and disrupt the life I’ve worked hard to build. 

I grabbed gauze packets and shoved them into my chart, trying to distract my thoughts. I had completely run through them when Duke came in with several lacerations and broken ribs from the Black Mask. I shivered when Duke told me the details. The mob boss was sadistic and cruel, Duke had barely gotten away. I couldn’t meet Duke’s eyes after that. I’ve healed the Black Mask countless times. Guilt gnawed at my bones. Duke was injured because I kept that monster alive. And how many others? That line of delightful thinking always leads me straight into a downward spiral. Quickly, I grabbed more 16 gages and refilled those as well. 

This past week has been relentlessly busy. It felt like it was a full moon every night with the amount of insanity that happened. Even for Gotham. It felt like every one of Gotham’s plentiful villains had some sort of scheme, disastrous plan, or some way to ‘conquer the world.’ It made both my jobs a living hell. 

I was a walking zombie. I would sleep at my workstation and be woken up by the Batmobile screeching in with more injuries that needed to be healed. Bruce was almost always back and forth anywhere from 4-10 times a night. It sometimes felt like he was more reckless with me around. Throwing himself into danger more than he did in the beginning. Or maybe I was just overthinking it. 

A chime on my phone interrupted my thoughts. 

[Bruce has seven gunshot wounds. He isn’t stable enough to travel. We are on 717 Street behind Pizza Joe's. Be careful the shoot-out is still happening.]

The bright screen burned my tired eyes. The second the words sank in I grabbed the emergency kit and my keys and ran. I never treated them outside of the Batcave. They had always come to me. It must be bad. 

I drove like a maniac and got there in record time. 8 minutes. 8 minutes of Bruce bleeding out. 8 minutes of more shooting and how many more injuries. A fucking lot can happen in just 8 minutes. Panic rose in my chest, but I swallowed it down. Countless gunshots popped around me, lucky enough for me, none were aiming for my car. 

I got out quickly, grabbed my gear, and ran toward the back of the shittiest pizza in Gotham. The blue on Dick’s suit stood out like a beacon as he motioned me over. My black scrubs and dark zip-up hoody instantly got soaked through with rain. I didn’t care. I didn’t care about the rain or gunshots that rang out around me like popcorn kernels on the stove. I cared about the physical state of Bruce Wayne. 

It was bad. With the rain puddle around him, it was hard to determine the amount of blood loss. I got to work instantly. I threw my bag to Dick and put my hands on Bruce. 

“I need you to stuff his wounds with gauze. I’m going to replenish his blood and then I need you to take the gauze out one by one, so when I heal him they aren’t inside him. Understand?” I asked as I let my powers take over. 

“I understand,” Dick said and got to work just as quickly as I did. That was before more shots rang out. Hitting the brick wall just above my head. 

“Fuck!” Dick yelled, grabbing his batoons. “They are closer now!”

I felt my body start to shake as I forced it to heal Bruce faster, “Who the fuck is ‘they?’’

“Black Mask’s men. They are shooting to kill,” Dick said, standing up and blocking me and Bruce from the new onset of bullets.

“Get down or I’ll have to heal you both!” I hissed at him. 

“I need to get them away from you guys,” and without a second word, Dick ran toward the bullets. 

“Dick! Don’t–” I knew he couldn’t hear my begging screams. My best bet was to heal Bruce as fast as possible, we both help Dick, and escape via my shitty car. 

I was close too. Bruce’s blood was replenished, and five out of his seven gunshot wounds were closed Albiet the work was sloppy, but he would live. 

That was before I felt the unmistakable coolness against the back of my head. My blood ran cold, and I pushed harder to heal Bruce faster. 

“Stop whatever it is you’re doing or I’m going to blow your brains out,” a man said. His voice was oddly distorted. 

I didn’t listen. I kept healing Bruce. Any minute now. Please. Please. He pressed the gun parallel to my cheek and fired. It burned hot against my face. I tasted metal and gunpowder. My ear was ringing louder than church bells. Hesitantly, I raised my hands. 

“That’s it. Be a good bitch and stand up,” He said, digging the barrel harder into the back of my skull. Fear spiked inside me. I knew he would recognize me, but what choice did I have? 

Slowly, I stood. 

“Turn around,” the brute ordered. 

Slowly, I turned. 

A low, mocking laugh escaped from his skull mask. “My, my. Little Miss Y/f/n? Everyone was wondering where you had run off to! Turns out your the Bats personal whore!” I saw his eyes trail me up and down. Disgusting oily unease filled inside me. “You have a woman’s body now.”

Anger surged, making my blood feel like it was boiling. I slowly unzipped my hoody. The fool's eyes were transfixed on the sight. So much so that he didn’t realize that I was grabbing my medical scissors from my back pocket. 

In one fluid motion, I grabbed the scissors, and the next I had them stabbed into Black Mask’s throat. Before he could react I withdrew the scissors, resulting in blood being sprayed across my body and face. 

The Black Mask didn’t seem to care about his spurting neck. He reached out and gripped my throat, hard. He ruthlessly squeezed until it felt like my lungs would pop and my eyes would pop out of their sockets. Weakly, I tried to kick and scratch him. He merely laughed in my face, spraying more blood all over me. 

From his pocket, he grabbed a knife. “You know how long I’ve wanted to play with you? Your father would never let me. But Daddy isn’t here, is he?” With a practiced grace, he sliced my forearm open. Earning a weak hissing breath of pain. 

He trailed the knife over my chest, slowly adding more and more pressure. 

I tried screaming for Dick, but he was too far away fighting with everything he had. Bruce was still unconscious. 

I reached for this throat, trying to scratch him. I dug my index finger into his stab wound making him cry out in pain and anger and release the pressure he held against my neck. Air was a sweet joy in my lungs. 

Pain flashed across my head as the Black Mask whipped me with the back of his gun. He pushed the gun into my mouth, and for the second time that night, I tasted gunpowder. 

A loud shot rang out. Two shots. Three. Four. Five. 

And the pressure was off me. The Black Mask fell backward. Taking his gun with him. Panicked I looked around for the source. 

There, standing above Bruce, was the Red Hood. The rain was tinking against the metal. His chest heaved harshly up and down. And in his hands, he held two smoking guns. His expression was carved in a permanent scowl, but everything about him radiated vengeance. 

The Black Mask groaned in pain. Without taking his eyes off me Jason shot until both magazines ran out. 

I was frozen in place. Jason walked over Bruce’s unconscious body toward me. 

“Why the fuck are you here?” He growled, taking me into his arms.

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