#you got buried under aid requests

[fiannalover]

Let's be fr though. Not one person in Flay's workshop is normal--

Oh, definitely not! But the Way they are abnormal and said abnormality clashed with one another is significant enough. Which is to say Vayne is suffering.

[kmt123whatsthetea]

A sweet angel and her corrupting devils

Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley

Requested by: @flowerhetal

Request: “The twins with an inexperienced reader”

A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I'm finally back and writing. Also, I really went on a tangent for this one, I’m very sorry. And I had to rewrite most of the book because I wanted it to be a BFB as Ginny's bestie, but by TOOTP Ginny is 14 and the twins are 17-18, and I knew someone would pick it up and yikes. So say hello to Ron's new bestie, who is legal. I’m gonna be honest, this one was difficult to write and I didnt like how slow it was because I was just pushing to get it uploaded after so long. I really don't feel like this is even in my top 10.

T/W: Virgin reader, Twins kinda baby reader, Umbridge causing pain, Fingering, Praise

The Twins were such sweethearts.

Despite their joking nature, they treated you like a glass statue. Even when they picked you up, they handled you with care.

Fred and George were 3 years older than you. Being Ron’s best friend meant that, at first, the twins saw you as an annoying little sister, just without the trademark hair and freckles. But then the attraction became increasingly obvious. Fred and George would pay more attention to you and always wanted to sit beside you when you stayed for a sleepover. After a brief conversation between the two, they had realised that you had become another shared trait for the twins.

It was only fair that they agreed to share your attention.

As the years passed and you all got older, that attraction never faded. The twins flocked to you. Whenever a new prank was ready, you would never be a target. But they’d make sure that you were there to bear witness since they loved the sound of your laughter.

You started going to them more often, telling them about your day and listening to theirs. They never let anyone mess with you, saying that anyone who did would become the next target for their best prank yet. However, you didn't think that threat would extend to staff members.

When Delores Umbridge walked through the doors of Hogwarts School, she didn’t plan to let you all go about your regular business. She had a plan, which involved corporal punishment. They had found you buried under a pile of duvets in your room, missing both lunch and dinner. When they first stepped into your room, they didn’t think you were even there until they heard soft whimpers coming from the blanket pile.

Pulling back a few layers revealed your shaking form. Eyes red and puffy from hours of crying and arm red raw from both Umbridge’s quill and the insatiable urge to itch that comes with any scar. The mantra on your arm read ‘I shall pay more attention in class instead of daydreaming’.

Even when you tried to hide away and burrow back into the safety of the blankets, George cradled your face in his hands.

“Sweet girl, it’s okay. She got you too, did she? Why don't you come out and let me and Freddie look after you”

The effect they had on you was pure magic. They could talk you into anything with their soft voices. You slowly emerged, clinging to George like a baby koala while Fred took the chance to examine your arm. He cooed softly as he pressed a kiss to your palm.

“Baby, you’ve been touching it haven’t you? You know you’re not meant to scratch your scars”

All Hogwarts rooms had a first aid box. Nothing too fancy, just a few bandages and elixirs for those first years who couldn't wait to duel. Although Fred could have used a spell to soothe your wound, a simple bandage had that closeness and cozy feel to it. There's something romantically tragic about bandaging your lover's wounds.

His fingers applied the elixir like a massaging oil before carefully applying the bandage. All the while, your face stayed tucked into George's neck. George splayed his fingers across your back, his lips brushing along your ear.

“We just want to take care of you. That’s all we’ve ever wanted, sweet girl”

Fred set aside the bottle and sat on the bed, his hands finding your hips. He slowly pulled you from George's lap and onto his own, his chest against your back while his hands encircled your middle. You didn't mind when his hands drifted to your abdomen, they always made you feel so safe.

“I bet no other boy has ever taken care of you, have they?”

George cooed while his own hands stroked your thighs, slowly getting higher. When you shook your head, he moved forward to part your thighs and nestle between them, causing your skirt to ride up. Fred pulled your skirt up slowly, letting you object if you wanted to.

“We know how to take care of pretty babies like you. You just have to trust Georgie and I. You can do that, can’t you?”

They already knew that you were putty in their hands, but your meek approval made it so much better. George slowly pulled your panties down and put them in his pocket before he spread your legs more. Just a glance at you told him all he needed to know. You really were a virgin. He shot Fred a glance before both boys just stared at you. Fred pressed a kiss to your ear.

“Are you sure you want this, baby? To give yourself to us like this? We can’t go back afterwards”

Your meek voice filled their ears despite how quiet you were.

“I want you both. Please? Please make the pain go away”

George leaned forwards and kissed your lips, his hand trailing down to stroke your clit. He revelled in the surprised whimper that seemed to escape you. While his thumb rubbed slow circles over your button, his fingers glided down to tease your pussy. George gathered your slick and slowly pushed his finger inside. You were tight. Too tight.

“Baby, do you ever…play with yourself?”

You looked up at Fred first before looking at George, your cheeks pink.

“No, is that wrong?”

Oh, you were sweet.

Fred pressed a kiss to your temple while George's lips kissed the tip of your nose. They wanted to teach you everything. Every kissing technique, every position, every special toy. You would be their eager little student, desperate for kisses and praise. They wondered if you got wet just from being called their good girl.

“It's not wrong at all, sweetie. It just means that Georgie and I get to spend more time with you. Practice makes perfect, right?”

George's finger slid back inside of you, keeping a slow pace to let you adjust. Fred's hand toyed with your breasts, his thumb brushing over your nipples while his other hand rested across your middle to keep you still when you squirmed. Every moan filled their ears as if you were their own private singer. Pure music. George could feel how much of your juices was coating his fingers, you were wet enough for more. His second finger joined the first, your walls practically suffocating them. His fingers angled up and pushed deeper.

A loud moan left your lips, your walls clamping down on George's fingers. Your body squirmed in Freds grip. His hand left your nipples to cover your mouth. God forbid anyone heard and interrupted them. George kept his thumb on your throbbing clit, adding pressure to keep you spaced out.

When your moans slowly subsided, George slowly pulled his fingers out of you and brought them up to his lips. Fred kept you in a tight grip, his hand leaving your mouth to stroke your cheek softly. Your body trembled between them, eyes still closed and chest heaving for oxygen.

“You did such a great job, baby. Such a sweet girl. I bet Georgie’s fingers felt so good”

They waited a while before deciding to clean you up, wanting to take in the pretty sight for a while longer.

They liked how pretty their girl looked for them.

[goldenstring6123]

helloooo! i’d like to request a short fic with this glorious prompt i thought about last night 🤭

let’s say reader gets a tattoo of xavier’s sword (like the design behind his latest promise outfit) all the way down their back ;) i would die to see how he would react to this nyehehehe

it can be either fluff, suggestive, smut, up to you with whatever you’re comfy with <3 tysm hehe

Xavier: Ink & sword

Warning: Very suggestive! 16+ only, showering together, nudity, kissing, sensual touching, fem!reader, reader is not the mc but works as a hunter

Author's note: :>

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"I'm sorry—I knocked you back too hard," Xavier's hand reached down towards yours, and you, on the other hand, were buried underneath some plastic crates at the corner of the training room. He waited for you to take his hand. "Are you alright?"

You took his hand and used him to hoist yourself back to your feet, a tinge of pain and ache flowering from different parts of your back. You dropped the sword that you were holding, and it immediately dissipated into thin air. You looked at Xavier and patted his chest, trying to ease out that slight frown on his face.

"I'm alright. We deal with worse stuff on the battlefield."

Right above the entrance, a big digital clock projected the time in neon blue colors: 23:03. You and Xavier had been training for over three hours, and now the training grounds had been rid of people except for the two of you. Well, it couldn't be helped; Xavier's training regimen requires more time to perform, considering the complexity of his fighting style and condition.

Still, the fact that you can keep up is very noteworthy even in the eyes of others, though the only thing you were doing was defending and keeping your stance. The only worrying thing is that sometimes, Xavier forgets that you're just a normal hunter and tends to exert a bit more force when sparring.

You let out a small groan while you moved towards the shower room, and Xavier was walking right beside you, ready to reach out in case you toppled over. The frown was still on his face as if he regretted showing you that magnificent finishing blow. "Do you need help?"

You glanced at the shower room and hooked your index finger under his chin, turning his head slightly, the cheeky little teasing mood suddenly erupting from within you. "Are you offering to help me bathe? How daring of you."

"Uh...I didn't—" Xavier's doe eyes went wider than the moon, his nose and ears turning pink upon realizing your words.

You just loved finding the opportunity to fluster this little man.

Unbeknownst to Xavier, you knew how he has a little ongoing crush on you—credits to Tara for having that habit of snitching when drunk. And for a strong fighter, it feeds your ego to have him wrapped around your fingers.

"Can you just hand me the menthol patches in the kit?" you pointed at a small box nearby, one attached to the metal post. It was a first aid kit reserved for them. Xavier strode to the said post while you entered the washroom.

You opened your locker with your thumbprint and undid the brown leather support. Swiftly, you unbuttoned your blouse, picked at how it clung to your body, damp and riddled with dust and sweat. Finally, the stuffy bathroom air brushed against your sweat-ridden back.

"I got the patches..." Xavier entered the bathroom, the white menthol patches in his grasp. When he lifted his head to look at you, his eyes trailed from the curve of your form—eyes landing on the intricate tapestry of dark blue and white ink tattoo carved onto your back.

The shame of walking in on you naked disappeared in an instant.

You stared as Xavier slowly stepped beyond the room's threshold. You kept your blouse pressed against your chest, and even if you were nearly topless, Xavier's eyes never broke contact from your back. Why would he? The image of his very own sword was on your back.

"Is this why you wanted to take a picture of my sword?" His cold fingers slid down the dip of your spine, his eyes absorbing every bit of nitty-gritty detail about the tattoo. As much as he admires his real pristine sword, the image of it on your back is simply...breathtaking.

"Maybe? Do you like it?" You kept still, facing the locker. At that moment, every touch he made on your body was amplified beyond normal. The coolness of his fingers felt good against your warm back.

"It's beautiful," he uttered. The thin saber was positioned perfectly downwards to your spine, ending just above where your pants began, curving whenever you moved. The handle was positioned just between your shoulder blades. Feathers littered the rest of the space, some in blue and some in white. The intricate carvings on the side of his sword were perfectly captured. "Why did you choose my sword?"

"Well," your hand chucked the blouse in the locker. You glanced over your shoulder, the silver-haired man anticipating your answer. "It's because it was beautiful; I can't get my mind off of it." It just so happens that the man wielding it is beautiful as well. A beauty beyond the stars.

You turned back to face the locker, folding your blouse, thinking that Xavier had had enough of seeing the tattoo. Your lips opened, prepared to ask him to leave as you were nearly topless, if not for that low-back bra you're wearing, but before you could blurt a single word, Xavier pressed his lips on your shoulders.

It was as if his kiss had flicked a switch within you. You stiffened, leaning over while your hands hung at the edge of the locker. "Xavier? Did you just—"

The man placed another kiss lower. You could feel his tongue graze the surface of your skin. "Mhm, your skin is salty."

His words sobered you up; it wasn't exactly an insult, but that made you think. You stood up straight and faced him, your eyes coated with a sheen of lust and desperation. "I'm full of sweat. Do you really intend on having..." You held yourself back from spouting such vulgar words. "Never mind. Wait for me. I'm going to take a shower."

You took the towel and ran to the shower areas. It was dead silent. You pondered. Was Xavier really doing what you think he was going to do? Did the sword on your back push him to the edge?

All the thoughts crept at the back of your neck, but the softness of Xavier's lips remained. The hot water drizzled all over your body, releasing you from the stickiness of the fluids. You combed back your hair and looked up at the shower head, relishing the comfort of the rain-like sensation—for a few seconds at least.

The shower curtain shifted, and Xavier took a step in. His bare chest pressed against your back, and you spun quickly at the contact. Your eyes widened at the sight of his bare body—it's not the first time you saw it, but still—"Why are you here?"

"Let's take a shower together. Turn around, I'll wash your back."

"Do all training partners do this? Bathe together? Is this new?" You panicked, instinctively covering your areas while backing up against the cold porcelain wall. You stared up at him, the soft eyes no longer there. He looked intimidating now that he was towering over you.

"Do training partners sleep with each other when they get stuck in the mountains?" he uttered.

At that moment, the hazy memory of that stormy night flashed inside your head—the warmth of his touch, the flickering of the makeshift fireplace, his skin against yours, and his mouth exploring your body. Your face began to grow red at that memory.

Xavier's hands crawled to your hips, gently nudging you to turn. You didn't want to go against him, and at the same time, you were expecting something to happen because you would admit that Xavier was good. He felt good. His taste, his skill, and his size—what you didn't expect was that it wasn't going to be a one-time thing.

His hands were gliding on your back, and his burning stare trailed down to your ass. You bit your lip at the embarrassment. His hands, which were on your waist, found themselves holding on to your love handles, and gently, Xavier pulled your hips backward, coming into contact with his semi-hard-on.

"Shit," you uttered under your breath. Even if it wasn't fully hard, you could still clearly feel it. A million thoughts raced through your head, but there was one emotion that was prevalent: Erotic desire.

Xavier's lips came into contact with your back again, but this time, you couldn't help but flinch at every contact because his tongue and teeth grazed and gritted, intentionally leaving marks at Xavier's whims. Just by that, you were gasping for air, anticipating where he would bite next.

His fingernails scraped at your skin, tracing every curve and line of the tattoo; his touch was electrifying, but you craved more. How can he be so gentle but leave you feeling unexplainable things?

He peppered your back with light kisses from the dip of your back slowly, slowly crawling back up to your exposed nape. "Don't leave marks on my neck," you uttered between breaths. A loud pop of Xavier's kiss bounced off the shower room.

"Turn around, please. I want to see you," Xavier whispered. You looked over your shoulder, and you could see him stepping back a little bit, eager to see your body.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and turned to him, still covering your body. Admittedly, he was a little perplexed at seeing you acting all shy when it was you who was provoking him earlier, but poking fun at you wasn't right for the moment.

He brushed a stray hair that stuck onto your cheek and smiled, looking into your eyes fondly. "There's no need to hide," he said, taking a step closer. "You're beautiful."

His big hands caressed your elbows and slid up to your biceps, nudging you to loosen up. Your hands dropped from your body, but instead of letting them fall completely, you wrapped your hands around his neck.

You pressed your lips together, but all of a sudden, footsteps erupted.

"Is anyone in here?" the lady guard called. "Security!"

You covered Xavier's mouth and stared into his eyes, saying: 'Don't make a sound.'

"Oh, yes! I just finished training!" you yelled back.

"Alright, but please leave after 5 minutes. We're about to turn down the power for the entire floor."

"Sure! I'll be out in a minute," you replied. You and Xavier waited for a solid minute before moving. You let go of the breath you were holding, took the bar of soap from the holder, and gave it to Xavier. "Let's continue that at your apartment when we get home."

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[suusoh]

(pwp or something idk. just got horny in the tags of my last post about eddie not looking anywhere else but at his wife and only his wife while doing his husbandly duties.)

cw: female reader, sex, eddie's orbs, overuse of the word staring because I want you to start feeling annoyed and maim this man, slight yandere (maybe if you squint?) cheesy and unfunny frank valli reference at the end.

———

he's staring at you again.

Eyes fogged with a love sick haze in them at the absolute sight of you, his wife, all warm, soft, and pliant under him. You try to close your eyes from time to time, but even when you open them again— it just comes back to the first thing you see which is this man on top of you, mouth switching between grinning and gasping, and eyes wide open.

"...Eddie?"

He hums tenderly. "What is it, dear?"

"I-I.. can you just-"

It's so hard to talk when his hips don't stop moving despite his concern. The weight and absolute mass of him on top of you and grounding you into the bed with each thrust makes it all the more harder to think straight.

Thoughts on how to sound out your request begin to blur and buzz out with him fucking into you like this. In and out, in and out, inside of you. over and over again as he buries himself deep within your cunt. your pubic bone practically connecting with his, and sending sparks of heat inside your belly with each time he ruts himself into you.

"Just what? What does my darling wife want?" He starts searching your face for any indication or answer to complete it for you what you want him to do now. Still looking at you intensely.

Looking. He keeps looking. Which is, sort of the thing you wanted to point out in the first place.

"You're... o-oh- oh-"

"I...?" he acts as if he's not quite catching on. Pondering for a second with the sounds of your moans and wanton sighs, and the creaking of the worn out bed acting as background noise to aid his thinking.

"Oh! I'm doing a swell job is that it? Is that what you're trying to say, dearest?" he lets out a content loving sigh, and your breathe stutters as he picks up his pace. "You and your words never fail to make me blush, my love."

Another particularly good thrust has you arching your back, of which he's making sure his eyes connect with yours once more while you writhe and wiggle underneath. But your wriggling quickly eases from bodily pleasure, to slowly morphing into a sense of discomfort now.

Because he's staring at you.

Again.

Which should be good isn't it? Eye contact during sex is a sign after all of a good partner paying attention to your needs. And with someone like Eddie, him paying attention to your needs is the tiniest sliver of hope you cling onto to make sure his reason for keeping you alive is a bit more... cemented, substantial even. Gives you a little bit more reason (or delusion) to believe he'd be inclined to make this relationship, make you, last longer.

(Compared to the alternative route of him using your body for his own sick dispositions, and casually stringing you all up when he's done.)

Though you're sure that this is not the type of bedroom eye contact many normally wish for.

"Y-you... you're.." you try to murmur out again.

Not that you should talk about having anything normal with this man. You might as well find the solution to world hunger long before you find anything even remotely "normal" in this place.

It's not that you're expecting him to do things normally, but can't he... can't he just... do something else maybe?

Look anywhere but you for just a split second, maybe bury himself into your neck, or close his own eyes to focus on the feeling of his cock getting squeezed, or look at any other part of your body that could possibly entrance him; mouth, chest, stomach... hell, you could even hope that he tries to glance down at your clit? Maybe marvel at the sight of where the two of you connect, since that's all his fucked up baby fever mind thinks about anyways?

You'll take anything really, just one small thing to act as a reminder that you guys are indeed having... sex— and not engaging in some sort of impromptu staring contest out of nowhere.

Because his eyes are doing absolutely nothing but looking into your own and as they continue staring at you.

and staring at you...

and staring...

and staring...

and staring...

Jesus fucking christ you don't think he's even blinked in the past few seconds anymore.

You let out a mix of a whine and a groan, opting to shut your eyelids close and try to shield your face away from his unmoving eyeballs by trying to wiggle your hands free out of his grasp (him and his damn insistence to hold hands while making love as he calls it.).

"What is it my love? Must I pay you a penny for your thoughts perhaps?"

"You keep staring... "

You try to wiggle free again, inadvertently adding onto the delightful friction between your parts and his— to which he gets a small shiver of his own at the roll of your hips. A light laugh escapes him at your captivating and somewhat fruitless display. He finally gives reprieve to your brain's rising fear of being uncannily perceived at, and blinks.

"Ohhh, my darling."

He lets go of one of your hands so that he can cradle your face, tilting it so he can capture your mouth into a kiss. humming into your mouth, but the humming isn't just the usual sighs of pleasure, as you can pick up the movement of him saying some words.

He pulls apart from his half kissing-half speaking into your mouth, as he slowly begins to playfully laugh again.

"You can't blame a man for looking at his wife when she's like this; all breathless and beautiful, now can you? I sure can't!"

Said wife that he just knows for certain was sent down by god all-mighty himself into the 7th circle of hell named "mount massive asylums".

When Eddie sees you, he can't help but imagine your rotting carcass somewhere else. An alternate place where those filthy bastards could have gotten their hands on you, torn you limb from limb (if they didn't have the patience to pull your teeth and your eyes out first), then have their way with using your dead body as a urinal afterwards.

You must have been scared to not have your dear husband around to protect you from all the nasty violence around the asylum, weren't you darling?

No, no. No meed to fret now and get your panties in a twist! None of that here. Not when your dear ol' Eddie is here now.

You are very much alive and perfect, preserved by your own sheer dumb luck or maybe by fate itself to be kept alive long enough for him. Just him.

And under his care, your body is experiencing the furthest thing from excruciating physical pain right now, isn't it darling? Feels good, yes? To have your husband make love to you like the passionate man he is. Lest he's supposed to take in the sight of you rolling your eyes back and your legs hooking around his waist, pulling him in for more as something otherwise?

Oh goodness him... It's almost too good to be true.

And he really can't take his eyes off of you.

[his-angell]

"It's okay not to be okay." (p.sh)

plot; (y/n) was going through it. Work was stressing her to no end. She couldn't function properly anymore. Thankfully, Seonghwa was there to help get her head back in the right spot. paring; Park Seonghwa x fem!reader genre; comfort, angst word count; 1.9k warnings; cursing, reader drops a glass, crying, yelling (not arguing), pet names, reader pulls at her hair, established relationships, 3rd person, request?; no

(y/n) dropped everything at the door when she got into the apartment. Work was nothing but shit. The same thing it was every day. Sitting at a desk, checking people in and out, in and out. It got tiring. She kicked everything to the side of the walkway so Seonghwa could get in without tripping.

She went to their shared bedroom and flopped onto the bed. She buried her head into her pillow and screamed into it. A scream turned into choked sobs. She kicked her feet and threw a tantrum on the bed, messing up the sheets. She groaned as the clothes she wore only seemed to irritate her more. She quickly undressed, throwing on one of her boyfriends plain white shirts and a pair of shorts. She couldn't stop crying after she started..

She went to the bathroom, coughing from how hard she was crying. She paused to stare at herself in the mirror. Her lip trembled. Mascara stained her cheeks, her lipstick had smudged. She whined before throwing her hair up and washing her face, rather aggressively might I add... She dried her face and sniffled. She flicked the light off and went to the kitchen. She was still crying, but she wasn't as loud anymore. That was until..

She reached up to grab a glass, her vision blurry from tears. She didn't have a proper grip on it. She jumped as she dropped it on the ground. She stared at the shattered glass, throwing her head back. She sat on the floor, a bit away from the pile and hugged her knees. "Shit!" She cried, yanking at her hair.

She was so in her own bubble she hadn't heard Seonghwa come in. The man entered and was immediately putting his stuff down and slipping on his slides to rush to his lovers aid. "Baby! Baby, hey! What happened?" He gently grabbed her hands, prying her fingers away from her hair. He tilted her head up, trying to catch her gaze. (y/n) pushed his hand away. "Go away!" She yelled. "I don't need your help!" She sobbed.

She got defensive when she was upset. She hated being babied and treated like she was fragile. Even if thats what she needed, she didn't want it. Seonghwa nodded softly and pulled his hands away. "Okay, okay. But I need you to tell me what happened, (y/n)." He said, not pulling his gaze from her. He caught on to her tendency a few months after they started dating. He understood and gave her space, but he always kept a watchful eye on her.

"I fucking dropped a glass, what do you think happened?" She snapped at him. Seonghwa hummed, glancing at the pile. "Okay, you dropped a glass. Is that what caused you to break down, or was it something else?" The man tilted his head. "Why can't you just leave me alone!" She shot off the floor and went to storm out of the kitchen.

Seonghwa shot up faster and grabbed her waist. "Don't. You don't have your slides on. You'll get glass in your feet." He picked her up and stepped over the glass, setting her down far enough away from the glass. (y/n) tensed up, the feeling of his hands making her hot. She was overstimulated. She was winding herself up more than necessary. She flapped her hands. "I said go away! You're really starting to piss me off, Seonghwa." She grumbled.

Seonghwa nodded. "I'm sure I am. But until you tell me what's wrong, i'm not leaving." He said. He didn't like pushing her to talk. But he knew that she was gonna be angry until whatever was bothering her came out. It always took a little pushing for her to finally open up. He didn't sheer away under the glare that was shot at him. "You irritate me to no end." She rolled her eyes. Seonghwa hummed quietly and nodded. It didn't bother him, because he knew she didn't mean it. She was just upset.

"I- Everything shit, alright?" (y/n) spit out. "Work it the same thing every day! My boss always telling me i'm doing something wrong! Costumers always yelling at me for no reason at all!" She wiped her face angrily. "This guy the other way said what I was wearing looked 'whoreish'! Whoreish?! What does that even mean?!" She laughed in disbelief. She put her head in her hands and sobbed quietly. "I'm so stressed, Hwa, I can't handle it anymore." She cried.

Seonghwa listened to everything she said. Nodding softly so she knew he was listening. He walked over to her and gently hugged her. He placed a kiss on her head. "It's okay." He said softly. (y/n) quickly wrapped her arms around him. She sobbed into his chest. Seonghwa rubbed her back.

After a few moments of standing there, he pulled away to cup her cheeks. He gently swiped away her tears with his thumbs. "It's okay not to be okay, you know that?" He said softly. "It's okay to be stressed, and upset, and angry. You just can't ball it up, understand?" He said. She nodded a bit. "I know it's hard talking, so don't talk. Write it in your journal, paint it, draw it. Anything. But don't bottle it up, because when it spills over, it stresses you out even more." He stroked her cheeks gently with his thumbs.

He pursed his lips. He took a deep breath. "I think.. You should quit that job. I can support us just fine." He said. Her eyes widened. She blinked at him. "No- No! I can't let you do that! You know I can't let you do that." She laughed in disbelief that he would even try and run that past her. "Okay, then I'll be able to support us while you find a new job. That you like!" He pointed a bit. "And with a better boss. I don't need you in a workplace that stresses you out. Okay?" He said softly. She sighed and nodded a little. "Okay. I.." She trailed off as she looked back down.

After a moment she finally looked back up at him with glossy eyes. Her lip trembled. "I'm sorry." Her voice shook. Seonghwa shook his head. "Nuh-Uh, none of that." He said, swiping away her tears once more. "It's okay not to be okay, (y/n)." He repeated. "I wanna hear you say it." He said. She furrowed her eyebrows. She shook her head a bit. "I can't.." She whispered. "But you can." Seonghwa hummed.

(y/n) closed her eyes before sighing quietly. "I.. It's okay not to be okay." She said. Seonghwa smiled softly. He gently poked her sides a bit. "Thats my girl." He said softly. She squealed lightly, giggling as his fingers tickled her sides. "Hwa stop!" She slapped his chest gently. Seonghwa chuckled and took his hands away. (y/n) took them and kissed his finger pads. "Thank you." She whispered. "Nothing to thank me for, doll." He hushed. "Yes, there is." She looked up at him, seriousness in her eyes.

"Thank you for still loving me, even after I have moments like these." She whispered, almost ashamed of her breakdown. Seonghwa tutted softly. "You expect me to just stop loving you?" He tilted his head at her. "You're my forever, (y/n). Even if that means comforting you when you don't feel your best." He kissed her forehead. "I love you, princess." He hushed against her skin. "I love you too, Hwa." (y/n) took a deep breath and leaned up to peck his lips.

She pulled away and peaked behind him. She frowned. "I-I'll clean that up.." She messed with his hoodie gently. Seonghwa shook his head. "No, you're not." He poked her nose gently. "You are gonna go wash up. Then you're get blankets, and pillows, and find a movie for us to watch." He grinned softly. Her eyes lit up. "Movie night?" She asked. He nodded. She smiled brightly and kissed him. She pulled away after a few moments. "Thank you. You're the best boyfriend ever." She moved to kiss his cheek. Seonghwa chuckled softly as she rushed to go wash up and get blankets and pillows.

After picking up the glass, making tea, gathering snacks, and Seonghwa changing into his pajamas, they cuddled on the couch. They didn't really watch the movie, it was mostly commentating the whole thing, pointing out how silly the acting was. Seonghwa was in the middle of explaining the love triangle that (y/n) said she didn't understand, when he heard soft snores. He paused and looked down. The bag of candies she had was slipping out of her hand. Her eyes were shut, and her breathing was evened out. He smiled and gently grabbed the bag of candies, setting them on the coffee table.

He didn't want to disturb her, but he knew they would both wake up with sore backs if they slept on the couch. He gently pushed her up enough so he could stand. He leaned over and picked her up, hushing her as she whined. He carried her to bed and tucked her in before getting in on his side. "I love you, princess." He whispered, kissing her temple and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Mm.. Love you.." (y/n) mumbled, half asleep. Seonghwa chuckled and closed his eyes, matching up his breathing with hers. It didn't take long for him to drift off..

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[hottpinkpenguin]

Can I request a band of brothers imagine please I was thinking a one where her a d dick are In a secret relationship and she wants to come clean to the other men. They get in an argument about it. She feels like he is ashamed of embarrassed. He loves her more than anything so he kisses her infront of everyone and he asks her to marry him. They all congratulate them xx

A/N: another one that turned steamy/spicy before my eyes! great request my dear, thank you! :)

Show It - Dick Winters X Fem!Reader

*This fic is entirely based on the Band of Brothers TV show - no disrespect intended to the true veterans and their families* WC: 1992 Warnings: references to canon-typical gore; non-canon; spice/steam; implied smut

Zell Am See was breathtakingly gorgeous, and all you could do was cry. Sitting on the edge of the dock, that beautiful mirror-smooth water stretching out around you, the Alps rising up through the horizon in front of you like a crown made of stone, your eyes were glued on your lap. Big fat tears dribbled down your cheeks and neck. 

This is foolish, you chided yourself. Pull it together. He is not embarrassed. 

After a year and a half of serving in the Army Nurse Corps, watching men choke on their own blood and holding them down while they got amputations without morphine and cradling their heads while they cried out for their mothers in agony, this was what brought you to your knees? The fact that your boyfriend wouldn’t hold your hand in front of a few soldiers?

Dick Winters was many things, but embarrassed by you was not one of them. After keeping your relationship with the handsome, stoic major a secret since you’d met at Toccoa, you knew his reasons for the secrecy. It was improper, a violation of the Army’s no fraternization policy, and ultimately disrespectful to your fellow service members. And he’d told you time and time again, in no uncertain terms, that he expected the two of you to keep your relationship under wraps until you were both safely back in the States and no longer at the Army’s beck and call. 

Nevertheless, you’d made the fatal mistake of dreaming. Ever since VE Day, you’d let yourself get slack with secrecy. Risking a peck on his cheek in front of an open window. Running your hand along his shoulders as you walk past him in the aid station. Trying to intertwine your fingers with his as he escorted you back to your barracks…

“Y/n.” The sound of his voice tore your thoughts to shreds, leaving them scattered like scraps of tissue paper along the dock. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, the memory of him gently swatting your hand away as you’d reached for his stinging fresh in your mind. 

“Not now, Dick,” you groaned back, burying your face in your shoulder away from him as he took a seat next to you. 

“Look at me, y/n.” 

You stubbornly turned further away from him, gluing your eyes to the lake. You saw a few of the Easy Company guys lazing on the sun dappled shoreline in their military issue boxers. After so many campaigns in the snow and rain and mud, the warm sunshine and clean air of Switzerland felt like a rebirth. 

“Please.” 

Damnit Dick, you thought as the tone of pleading in his voice finally broke you. Can’t you just leave me be? 

“What is it?” you groused. You let yourself turn halfway back to him, still avoiding looking at him, not sure if you could trust yourself fully yet. 

“You know what it is,” he replied patiently. He knew you were pouting and prone to stubbornness. You wished you were calmer, more mature, like him. But at the end of the day, your passion - which he proclaimed to love so much - came with its fair share of warts. 

You sighed heavily, busying yourself with dragging a stick across the surface of the lake beneath your foot. You leaned your cheek against the knee you had bent upwards, your foot tucked in against you while the other one hung loosely over the edge of the dock. 

“I’m sorry.” You hated how petulant it sounded, but it was the best you could do. You’d probably have to rehash this conversation later, in private. The sounds of men playing football and jumping into the lake around you made you keenly aware that there were eyes and ears close enough to learn your secret. The last thing you wanted to do was have a repeat of earlier, where Dick publicly rejected you.

“No, you’re not.” There was a pressure in his voice, and his words startled you. You looked at him, your brows knitted together in question. He reached out and extracted the stick you’d been idly tracing along the surface of the water from your fingers, lacing them with his. He held up your intertwined hand and showed it to you. 

“I’m the one who’s sorry,” he clarified. His voice was dripping with sincerity, threatening to break you apart. You’d only heard that tone in his voice three times before: the first time he’d confessed his feelings for you the night before D-Day, the first time you’d slept together on a squeaky bunk bed in a half-bombed out house in Carentan, and the first time he’d said he’d loved you in Haguenau. Each moment was seared into your memory like a brand. 

“I’ve been fighting for so long, I forgot what it’s like to be at peace.” He paused, swallowing effortfully with a look of concentration on his face. You were shocked to see the threat of tears in his eyes. You reached out with your free hand to capture his cheek, your touch hesitant at first. He practically melted against your palm, his eyes closing. 

“I know what you thought, when I wouldn’t hold your hand,” he continued softly. “That I was embarrassed.”

“Dick, I know you’re not, I ju-”

“That’s what your heart felt. Maybe your mind told you otherwise, but I know you.” You squirmed slightly. It was true, Dick Winters knew you better than anyone. And the fact that he knew it too felt intimate and tender. 

“But you also know me,” he added. You smiled, demurring slightly as a blush spread across your cheeks. It was true. Dick Winters wasn’t a complicated man, but he was deep. One of many reasons you’d fallen for him was his thoughtfulness, his depth of character, and his bottomless loyalty. You wore your thoughts and feelings on your sleeves, while Dick’s passions had to be dug for like a well. But time and time again, you’d been reminded that the effort was worth the reward.

“You know I love you. I know you know that. But… I’ve been trying to hide it for so long, I forgot the importance of showing it.” 

You nodded in agreement, trying to fight the urge to defend his actions from his own apology. As much as his contrition was soothing your damaged ego, you wanted to reach out and smooth away the worry etched in that little creased line between his eyebrows. Nothing hurt you as much as seeing Dick Winters hurt, even if it was by his own doing. 

“It’s ok, Dick. We made an agreement, it’s for the best. And it’s only a couple more weeks.” Surely the Army wouldn’t keep you here longer than that, not now that Germany had officially surrendered. 

Dick lifted your still-interlocked hand to his lips, pressing a warm kiss to your knuckles. 

“I’m tired of waiting,” he murmured. The heat in his eyes was beckoning you to fall into him. You felt your stomach tie itself into knots and your toes curl under themselves at the suggestions in that gaze. 

Without hesitating, he released your hand and found the back of your neck, guiding you towards him. You practically leapt into the embrace, Dick’s lips finding yours with ease. The intensity with which he kissed you wiped your mind clean of any lingering fears. You’d never felt him take so much time with you. Months of sneaking around taking advantage of stolen moments and darkened corners had conditioned both of you to love each other fast and purposefully. There hadn’t been the luxury of time to laze around in each other’s embrace in Carentan or Haguenau or Bastogne. 

But here, in Zell Am See, Dick’s slow and full-bodied kiss took its sweet time to bloom. You weren’t sure you were going to be able to stay decent much longer. Your heart was beating erratically like a drunk marching band in your chest, and there was a sinful coil of desire beginning to tighten deep inside your gut. You let Dick explore your lips and mouth and tongue, eagerly leaving yourself wide open to this new pitch of passion. 

You weren’t sure how long you kissed him. Moments, minutes, hours, eons. Time felt liquid. 

You would have been content to hover there on the edge of that dock until you died, but the rest of Easy Company had other ideas. A handful of wolf whistles and matching whoops shattered your concentration, along with Dick’s. He smiled against your lips at Lew Nixon’s rousing admonition that “it’s ‘bout damn time!”, which was immediately answered by a loud cheer from the rest of the Company. No one sounded surprised, you realized. All the careful attention to detail you and Dick had put in to cover your tracks hadn’t fooled anyone. Dick realized it too, his face breaking into a sheepish but relieved grin as he pulled back from you. 

“Not so fast, Major,” you teased him, repositioning yourself so that you were straddling Dick’s lap. You recaptured his lips in an encore kiss, eliciting another round of cat-calls from Easy. Dick’s arms hovered on your hips for a moment before he snaked his arms around you, pulling you closer against him. The two of you could barely keep your lips connected with all the smiling and giggling. You sat back with a contented sigh, coming to rest on Dick’s thighs. He cocked an eyebrow at you as his eyes danced up and down your body, squeezing your hips with greedy hands. 

“Now that the entire Company knows, think we can safely kick Lew out for an afternoon without having to come up with an excuse?” you simpered as you tugged playfully at Dick’s tie. Even now, as the rest of Easy was lazing around in their makeshift swim trunks and aviator sunglasses, Dick Winters was ever in uniform. You were eager to change that. 

“I’m sure Lew can be persuaded,” Dick agreed with a mischievous note in his voice. “Although, before we go…”

He tipped you backwards off his lap and into the cold water of the lake before you had a chance to scream. He broke the surface immediately after you. You surfaced with a gasp at the chill of the water and a laugh on your lips. 

“Major, how very unprofessional of you!” you teased with a splash aimed at his face. He only laughed and reached out, pulling you closer. The heat from his body felt too good in the mountain-cold lake to resist, and even if you could have, you wouldn’t want to. You wrapped your legs around his torso and your arms around his shoulders as he treaded water with his arms. The feel of his muscles flexing under your touch was tantalizing. He laid a soft, chaste peck against the soft, wet skin of your throat. 

“How about we get you warmed up, then?” he offered as you shivered involuntarily. You could barely contain yourself at the offer, only able to nod and look at him needily. He swam over to the side of the dock, helping you clamber your way up the ladder in your water-logged skirt. He was close behind you, a hand coming to rest at the small of your back as he strode off quickly in the direction of the barracks. It seemed you weren’t the only one who was excited by this newfound public acceptance of your relationship to cash in. 

“Don’t get my bed wet!” Nixon called after the two of you. 

“Oh, don’t worry Nix, we’re not going to make it that far,” Dick called back, causing you to stifle a gasp at his insolence with the back of your hand. You smacked him lightly on the chest as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. 

Despite the chill of the air as you and Dick practically sprinted back to the privacy of his quarters, you’d never felt warmer.

[sunraies]

Kook reader with rafe at a party and reader gets an injured and he takes care of her. Just pure fluff please ❤️

Of course, sweetie! I hope this is ok x

Gazed Knee

Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader

Warnings - Fluff, drunkenness, mentions of blood and minor injury, hungover, mention of babies.

As requested above

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You were walking backwards, talking to Sarah. Solo cup in hand, bobbing your head to the beat of the song blasting out of the speakers. The fuzzy, warm feeling of champagne and tequila flowing through your veins.

You caught the back of your shoe on the patio and tumbled onto the pool deck. You had tried to catch yourself but ended up in a laughing heap.

"Oh, my god." Sarah tried not to laugh but failed miserably. "Are you ok?"

You were too busy laughing to answer but nodded before just staring up at the sky. Your view was soon blocked by your boyfriend's gorgeous face.

"You fall from heaven, pretty girl?" Rafe asked with his eyebrow raised, eyes checking you over for any injury. He frowned when he noticed your knee was bleeding.

He bented down beside you and helped you sit up, fixed your dress that had ridden up, and got you to look him in the eyes.

"Hi, gorgeous." You smiled at him and cupped his cheek. "You're funny."

"You ok, baby?" He asked softly. "How much did you have in there?"

You had been dancing with Sarah while he smoked in the garden with his friends. You'd only been away from him about an hour before needing air and Rafe.

"Not much," Sarah answered as you shrugged. "We did a few shots."

"Shots!" You hummed and nodded. "Tequila"

Rafe shook his head. "Come on, my beautiful light weight."

He checked that you hadn't hit your head or hurt anything else before throwing you over his shoulder, making you squeal with laughter.

He carried you up to his room and through to his en-suite, placing you on the closed toilet seat before grabbing the first aid kit from under his sink.

"Oh," you made a small noise as you noticed your knee for the first time. "Huh, I'm bleeding."

Rafe shook his head with a fond smile as he moved your hands away from poking at the gaze. He knelt down in front of you and placed your foot on his leg. "It doesn't look too deep"

"There's grass in it." You frowned and tried to inspect it again, but he moved your hand away and kissed your knuckles.

"This will sting, baby." He opened an anti-septic wipe and gently cleaned the minor wound, his warm hand on the back of your leg to stop you from flinching.

"Shit." You whimpered in pain before he blew gently on it to ease the sting.

"I know, I'm sorry, baby. Almost done." He placed a pink heart bandaid on your knee before kissing it.

"There." He looked up at you before frowning at the look on your face. "What's that look for?"

Your eyes were big, like you'd seen the most adorable thing on the planet. He knew that look. You had it whenever a puppy walked by you in the street.

"You'd be such a good dad," You blurted out, making his eyes go wide before you shook your head. "I'm not, but I'm just saying you would be. You are so -"

Rafe cut you off with a kiss that you melted into before pulling away.

"That sounds like a sober talk," He said softly before helping you stand up. "Let's get you to bed, babygirl."

In the morning, you woke curled up in his warm arms, dressed in his blue t-shirt. There was a bottle of water on the bedside with a painkiller. You groaned as the light in the room hurt your eyes while your knee throbbed.

"Morning," He whispered from behind you, his voice beautifully hoarse from sleep.

You grumbled, rolling over in his arms and covered his mouth with your hand. "Too loud." You croaked out.

You loved his morning voice, but even the birds outside sounded too loud. Rafe chuckled against your hand before licking your palm, making you grimace.

"Never let me have that much again." You sighed and buried your head in his chest as he played with your hair.

"Blame Sarah, baby." He kissed your forehead. "Next party, you are staying by my side."

"Sarah's the worst." You grumbled but didn't mean it as you relaxed into him.

"The absolute worst." He agreed, his hand smoothing up and down your back.

You soon drifted back to sleep, with the sound of his heartbeat in your ear before thoughts of the night crossed your mind and a feeling that you had talked about babies.

[prettypinkporkchop]

Hay queen, can I request the pack x reader where one of the other packs means has an accident and shifts and hurts the reader pretty bad and readers imprint has to step in to save them.

Thanks for your time have a good day

YOU HAVE A BETTER DAY! (:

Sam:

You were standing outside watering the flowers for Billy when you heard Bella pull up.

You can hear commotion. You're not so sure what's going on. You automatically have an instinct to just bring her inside. You know Sam would be upset if you came up to the new wolves. But keeping Bella from getting hurt is a priority for you right now.

You turn your feet and jog over there. You go around the house and step in front of Bella to drag her inside.

"Y/n! No!" Sam yells very loudly. Before you could even take in what he said, you feel a horrible pain in your arm and lower back. You look down to see very deep gashes from your upper arm to your lower and notice blood seeping through your shirt behind you.

Not to be dramatic, but you pass out.

Sam panicks and lifts you up. He turns to Embry and Jared. "Take Bella away. Now!" His emotions are everywhere. He can't phase now. You need medical attention. He quickly takes you to the hospital.

You end up having Hella stitches. Also, you had a minor surgery. Sam has been by your side the whole time. You stay in your guys' bed, and he babies you.

"I'm so sorry." He whispers to you every day.

Once you heal, Paul gets in major trouble.

Paul:

You bury your head in the crook of his neck, your legs lay across his lap. His hands are on your outer thigh.

"Quil needs you!" Embry runs inside, yelling at Paul. He lifts you up, and you follow him. You see all the guys outside, circled around. You step close to Quil to see what the fuss is about.

Paul grabs your arm, trying to pull you into him, but Quil shifted too fast. His huge tail pushed you across the yard into a tree. You hit your back and head really hard. Your vision gets fuzzy as everyone runs to your aid.

"Get the fuck away!" Paul yells at the guys as you black out. He lifts your head, and there is blood. "Shit." He panicks, and Sam runs outside. "What the hell happened?" He yells. "Call Carlisle!" Paul pleaded, holding your body.

You lay inside on a bed while Carlisle fixes you up. Meanwhile, Paul is outside glaring at Quil. Quil has a face deep in sadness. His leg is fidgeting, and his fingers twist around.

"I will do anything to make it up to you and her." Quil says over and over.

After this, you are stuck with Emily when anything happens.

Jared:

"Guess what I got!" Leah stands in front of you, holding a big box. "Oh lordy, what you got this time?" You facepalm. "A gigantic waterslide!" She squeals. "That's dumb as hell.'' Quil yells from the kitchen. Leah rolls her eyes before smiling again. "I'm gonna set it up!"

Jared walks inside the house and smiles when he sees you. He walks up to you and wraps his arms around your waist. He peppers kisses on your face, eventually reaching your lips. You kiss him back softly. "Go help, Leah, please." You ask him.

The evening was hilarious and entertaining because of the waterslide. Brady, the newest pack member, got too overwhelmed. You didn't see him at the bottom of the slide as you were climbing up the blowup ladder.

He phased, popping the waterslide. You fell in, under all the plastic. You felt an enormous paw stomp onto your leg. Your leg cracks.

"Y/n!" Jared screams. The rest of the pack is digging you out of the plastic. Finally, air hits you, and you can breathe. Jared looks down at your leg and pauses. His face is stuck in shock. "I'm going to get Brady." Paul rushed and ran into the woods.

Jared let Carlisle fix you up. He had been taking care of you all night. "Baby, I'm so sorry. This is killing me."

He will cry a bit.

Embry:

You shouldn't have joined the pack in cliff diving! Jared and Quil got into it. Quil couldn't control himself, and he shifted. His tail pushed you off the cliff.

Embry hovers over you. "My love, please. Wake up." He's sniffling. You feel your chest being pushed on in a rhythm. Your eyes open, and you choke on water. "Oh, thank fuck." He exhales and pulls your upper body into him. His arms wrap tightly around you. Your stomach is hurting from not breathing for a hot minute.

Embry babied you all night. He only let you cliff dive with him alone.

Jacob:

Leah's wolf body bumps into you with force that pushes you backward. But what was behind you was actually a tree that had a trap set up to slow down a vampire. It went off, and your foot was trapped in the metal teeth of the bear trap.

Blood instantly starts pouring. Jacob and Seth rush to you. "Damn it!" Jacob yells. He grabs it with both hands and pry it off of you. "Jake, take me to the hospital." You cry out in pain. "That's what I'm doing." He lifts you up and takes you to the hospital.

Quil:

"Don't. Move." Quil warns. There's a vampire trying to get to you. The pack is with you and Quil in order to keep you safe. You wrap your fingers with Quil's and lean on his shoulder.

A gust of wind rushes past you. It takes just a second to realize it's a vampire. Jacob, in wolf form, ran past you. His body hit you as you turned your face to look at the vampire.

Your nose broke. A loud pop filled your brain. "Aw! Shit!" You hold your face. "What? What?" Quil pulls you to him. He lifts your face to see blood pouring from your purple and swollen nose.

"I'm taking you back, fast. I'm phasing. Get on my back." He orders. He is panicking, but homeboy acts fast in stress. He backs up and phases. You hold your nose and step forward. Your nose hurts so bad!!! He leans down on the ground so you can crawl on him. You hold onto him and he starts running.

You turn back to the vampire chasing after you two. You're sure he can smell your blood. You see behind him the pack chasing him. "My Quil baby, I love you. I know you can protect me. Get me there quick." You encourage him. He whimpers and then growls, running faster.

He saved you.

Leah:

Paul and Leah were doing the usual: butting heads. You were standing next to Leah, trying to pull her away. "You're such a cunt, Leah! What, you can't handle shit?" He laughs in her face. Leah looks at you, and you know it's to calm down. Her eyes hold deep anger. She looks angry but like she's going to cry.

You lost it.

You walked up to Paul and started shoving him. "You think you can talk to Leah like that?!" You yell. You shove him as hard as you can. "What? Your dick too small?" You laugh at him. He's trying not to hit you, and he's shaking. He's phasing and you know that.

Shit.

Leah grabs you with her arms, pulling you away. Paul shifted, and he knocked over you and Leah. You hit your head on a big ass rock.

You are instantly knocked out. She lifts your head and sees bleeding. She rips off a piece of her shirt and places it behind your head, maintaining pressure. She carries you to Emily's where Carlisle comes to help out.

"If you didn't stop the bleeding like you did," he points to Leah's shirt, "it would've been worse."

Seth:

You and Seth are playing in the beach water. He lifts you up and spins you around. Once you are set back onto the ground, you kiss him softly. He kisses back and holds your waist. "I love you." Your words bring a smile to his face. "I love you so much." He scoops you up and brings you to the sand.

You see a wolf come up to you guys. He's just chilling. "Hey, Embry." You giggle. The wolf sits, and Seth playfully tackles him down. "Embry Call!" Seth laughs. They wrestle around a bit for fun when Embry accidently gets too close and steps on your leg.

The claw marks are so deep, and your whole leg, thigh to foot, is broken. You scream out, and Seth freaks out. "Oh my God. Oh my god." He panicks. Embry howls and runs off. "It's okay, Embry!" Seth yells to him and helps you up. "Baby, put your arm around my neck." You do as told and lean on him, hopping as you guys walk to his truck.

The bleeding is getting too much. You're getting woozy. "Seth, I'm about to pass the fuck out." You breathe out. He picks you up bridal style and runs to his truck. He lays you down on the ground, wrapping your leg up in a towel. He lays you down in the backseat and rushes you to the hospital.

After that, there were a lot of apologies from Embry. Seth became more protective and gets nervous when you're around them when they shift or get playful.

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Glue (Part 3)

Summary: John B and JJ get Reader back but need to have a talk with her about some things they heard her say to Luke.

TW/CW: Routledge!Reader x JJ Maybank, more mentions of gun stuff, more angst.

Requested?: No

Word Count: 1,621

A/N: Part 1 Here || Part 2 Here || I'm honestly glad I only did this in three parts. Imo somewhere around 1,000 words is perfect for an imagine. I hope the ending isn't disappointing... Requests are Open! Much love to all!

(Y/N)’s POV 

The zip ties around my wrists are starting to hurt. I glare at his back, drilling into his spine, “Why don’t you just shoot me already? I’m dispensable.” 

Luke shakes his head, “I’m not gonna fall for that darlin’.” 

“You’re a real piece of work, you know? Your son is the smartest, kindest, most loyal person I know, and you treated him like he was worthless. Hell, you even made him believe it. I spent countless nights bandaging him up because of your shitty little tantrums. I saw him at his lowest and I still don’t deserve him. I don’t deserve his loyalty and kindness that he obviously didn’t get from his piece of shit father.” 

Finally, Luke snaps. He makes his way to me and puts his gun under my chin, “You shut your mouth. That kid ain’t worth the dust under my boots.” 

“I fucking dare you to say that again. If it keeps you away from him, I’ll gladly take a bullet because he deserves all the happiness and love in the world not the threat of his worthless, shitty, man child father looming over his head.” 

He cocks the gun back. I grin, “Fucking do it. Put me out of my fucking misery. I spend every day watching as my friends and brother drift away. I spend every day wishing I was worth something, wishing I deserved the pity they show me. I know that’s all it is. They pity me. If I didn’t have them, I’d have no one and they feel sorry for me.” Suddenly, a loud bang sounds toward the front of the boat. Luke jerks his head toward the noise and then runs off. It’s quiet for a moment before there’s a tap at the window above me. I look up to see JJ lift the cracked window all the way open. He drops into the room, and I jump up, burying my face in his chest.  

He kisses the top of my head and whispers, “I got you.” He pushes me away from him enough to pull out his pocketknife and cut off my ties. He helps me climb out of the window to my waiting brother and then hoists himself up to follow. No one says another word as we race to the Twinkie. 

In the backseat, JJ starts looking me over. I wince as he grabs my shoulders. His eyes widen, “What? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to- “ 

“It’s okay,” I mumble, “Can you pop my shoulder back into place?” 

JJ’s jaw clenches as he does what I asked before returning to looking me over. Having enough, I bury into his chest. He wraps his arms tight around me and kisses the top of my head again. Soon, John B is putting the Twinkie in park and getting out to check on me as well. He opens the side door but finds me refusing to leave JJ’s side. “Come on Little Bird, we gotta get you some bandaids,” John B say in attempts to coax me away from my safety net. 

JJ lifts me up and hops out of the van to carry me into the Sheriff’s Office. Inside, Sarah, Kie, Pope, and Cleo jump up to greet us. JJ carries me to a chair and sets me down. He grabs a first aid kit from nearby before returning to clean and bandage me up. Shoop exits his office, “I told you two we’d handle it.” 

“Well, if you hurry you might catch him before he wakes up and gets free of the chain,” John B declares.  

Shoop clenches his jaw and motions to several officers, giving orders, before coming to squat in front of me. I feel JJ tense up beside me and place my hand on his arm. Shoop takes a deep breath, “You alright, kid?” 

I look to JJ, “I am now.” Shoop nods and leaves us. 

John B joins us, “We need to talk (Y/N), when you feel up for it.” 

Sometime later when everyone’s gone to bed, I find myself sitting on the dock lost in thought. I hear footsteps behind me but don’t bother to look back. JJ takes a seat on my right, dropping his legs over the side of the wooden structure to swing them back and forth above the water. A glance over my shoulder alerts me to John B’s presence. He opted to lean against the banister to my left, staring out at the night sky.  

It’s silent for a few moments before JJ takes a deep breath, “Listen, we uh… we heard what you said to Luke.” 

Involuntarily, I cringe. That wasn’t meant for their ears. I meant every word I said but I only said it because I thought it’d never leave the room. I shrug, “It’s nothing.” 

“It isn’t nothing (Y/N). You’re my little sister. Why didn’t you come to me?” John B responds, sounding hurt. 

“I- I don’t know... I didn’t want to feel like a burden.” 

“You’re never a burden to us (Y/N),” JJ says before glancing up at John B. “I think I speak for us both when I say that we’d do anything to make sure you’re safe and happy.” 

I shrug again, not knowing what to say and feeling my nerves attempting to force me into my shell. John B squats down beside me and brushes hair out of my eyes, “You deserve the world. Anything you want, I’ll do my damndest to make sure you get it and I’m sure JJ would too. You’re the glue that holds us all together and I could never express how sorry I am that we made you feel less than that.” He kisses the top of my head, “If you ever feel like this again, please come to me come to me. If you don’t want to talk to me, talk to JJ. Just please let someone know so we can make it right.” I nod and taking a deep breathe he looks to JJ, “Maybe it’s about time, man.” He looks back at me and offers a small smile, “I love you Little Bird. Don’t ever forget that.”  

I return his smile and nod, mumbling an “I love you,” in return. 

He stands and pats my head gently, “I’m gonna go get some sleep. Don’t stay up too late.” I nod and watch him leave. 

It’s silent for a few heartbeats before JJ clears his throat, “Did you really- Did you really mean everything you said? About me?” 

I look over to him and he’s fidgeting with the rings on his fingers, “Of course I did J. Little does John B know that you’re the glue that holds the glue together.” 

He chuckles a small bit and takes my hand in his, fiddling with my fingers now, “So you’re not mad at me?” 

My brows scrunch together, “Why would I be mad at you?” 

“Because you got taken on my watch by my father...” he trails off. 

“You listen to me, and you listen well. I will never ever blame you for anything that that man does. You are not him and you never will be. Actually, you’re the exact opposite and I’d give anything to make sure you know that and don’t blame yourself.” He looks me in the eyes now, almost searching for something. I tilt my head at him, “What?” 

“Will you pinky promise that we’ll stay best friends and I won’t lose you if I say what’s on my mind?” he ask, offering his pinky. 

I take it in mine, “Of course, JJ. No matter what we always have each other.” 

He takes a huge deep breath, “I love you (Y/N). I don’t mean as a friend. I mean I’m in love with you. I know I don’t deserve you and it’s probably going to be awkward now, but I can’t stand knowing you think so little of yourself when I think so highly of you. You’re insanely smart. You’re hilarious. You’re always there for everyone when we need you. You’re always there for me when I need you. I just can’t-” I interrupt him by kissing him. At first, he seems hesitant but quickly he relaxes. As cliche as it sounds, his lips fit perfectly in mine. I can’t believe I fought so hard to keep from doing this all this time. When we finally pull away for air, he grins “From now on, that’s how I want you to stop my rambling.” 

I laugh softly and fully take his hand in mine, “I love you too, JJ. Like I said, I meant every word I said to Luke. You are without a doubt my favorite person on planet earth, and I want to make sure you know that.” 

His grin gets even bigger, “So, does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” 

I nod, “of course,” before kissing him again. 

We sat there on that dock enjoying each other’s presence and our newfound mutual feelings for hours. We talked about all kinds of stuff and shared kisses under the moonlight. 

JJ’s POV 

As the sun peaks over the horizon, I look down to find (Y/N) curled into my side and fast asleep. I smile to myself and admire the way her hair brushes her face and how peaceful she looks. I never thought I’d see the day where I got to call her my girl. Happiness swells in my chest as I carefully scoop her into my arms and head for the house. She’s still sound asleep when I lay her on her bed and crawl in next to her, pulling her close and drifting off myself with a smile permanently plastered on my face. 

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hii! could I request ben, gray, gerard, and Alex with a s/o whos the primary caretaker of her siblings? idk your character limit so remove anyone you need to

WH w/ a 'caretaker' reader

featuring: ben park, alex go, gray yeon, and gerard jin wc: 1.6k

a/n: hello! it's been so long, wow.. honestly I just got really motivated to write out of nowhere. thank you for the request, and I hope you like it!

BEN PARK: ｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆─

After another fight against the Union, Ben walks home very injured. Of course, they had to be on his back about messing up their ‘plans’ when he didn’t even care about them before they hurt his friends.

So here he is, walking home late at night holding his arm to his chest. Ben would like to say he doesn’t regret fighting the Union since he can protect his friends. But he feels bad since it worries you. And you must have been very worried tonight as you waited outside his doorstep.

“(y/n)? What are you doing here?” he approaches you slowly but adverts his gaze as your attention shifts to his arm.

“Wh- are you okay? What happened?” you stand up from his porch and walk towards him. You sigh as you look at the glum expression on his face, “Come, let me clean your arm.”

Sitting him on the toilet seat, you open the first-aid kit in his bathroom. You rinse his wound with water and put an antibiotic cream before wrapping his arm with gauze.

“You do this a lot?” he asks, watching your careful movements.

“My siblings always get hurt.” you finish wrapping his arm and look at him, “What happened?”

He sighs and looks away. You gently cup his face and lift his head to look at you. At times like this, he hates how you can see right through him. He knows he can’t hide things from you so he takes a deep breath before speaking in a meek tone.

“It was the Union again. Really, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. This isn’t fine! I’m worried about you,” you glance at the scar on his other bicep. “I don’t want you to get hurt so much.”

He takes a deep breath. He knows you’re worried, if the roles were reversed he would be a lot more panicked than you are right now. Ben admires your ability to stay calm under pressure, but it seems like this is your last straw. He opens and closes his mouth for a moment as if the words got stuck in his throat before he begins to speak. “I know, but what am I supposed to do when these guys keep picking fights? It’s not like I want to get hurt.” He lets out an exasperated sigh.

You hold his hand comfortingly, “I know, Ben. I’m not blaming you. I’m just worried that eventually, it won’t be just a scratch that’s left… I just want you to be careful.” He looks into your eyes and rests his head on your shoulder. It’s as if all his worries disappeared into thin air as he relaxes into your touch.

“Okay, I’ll try.”

“Thank you.” You wrap your arms around his shoulder and hold him close. Sure, the Union is pissing him off to no end, but at least he has you.

GRAY YEON: ｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆─

Being one of the top students in class and a part of Ben’s gang, it wasn’t odd for you to tutor your friends. So when Gray suggests you study with him, you agree. Usually, he turns down your invitations as he goes to cram school or volunteers at the hospital so you were over the moon when he invited you this time. The only issue was, it had to be at your house.

You took a deep breath and braced for what was coming. You open the door and walk in. Leaving your shoes by the front and take in the eerie silence. “You can sit at the table, just give me one second.”

You walk to your sibling’s room and find your younger brother asleep. Your younger sister is giggling as she throws baby powder on his face and buries him in blankets and toys. “(s/n)! What are you doing?” you pull her away from your brother and sit her in the corner.

“I made an Elsa burrito..” She mumbles, pouting as you pack up the powder. You give her a stern look and she begins to clean up the mess she made. You shake awake your brother.

“(b/n) wake up, let’s clean you.” You carry him and some clothes out of the room and into the bathroom. Gray watches in curiosity as your head peeks out of the bathroom, “Sorry, I just need to wash him. You can start without me.”

Gray nods and opens his notebook. He glances up as the bedroom door opens and your sister tiptoes over to him. “Who are you? Her boyfriend?”

Gray’s eyes widen a bit at the question. “I’m a classmate.”

“Oh. Well, I’m (s/n).” She climbs onto a chair next to him. “If your work is hard you can ask me. I’m good at school.”

Gray has an amused look on his face, “Okay, well I’m Gray. And I need some help on this question right here.” He plays along with your sister’s antics, showing his notebook to her.

“Oh, well that’s easy.” She takes the notebook and doodles what looks like an apple and 3 stars. “So, because of the 3 there, you do 3 stars and because of the 1 you do an apple.” She explains her answer.

“…I see.” You walk out of the bathroom carrying your brother.

“(s/n), stop bothering my friend! It’s nap time.”

“Aww.. No, we’re having fun..” she pouts but walks to her room anyway. You carry your brother and put them both to sleep. You return to the table and sit down to study. “Sorry, I didn’t think they would make that much of a mess.

“It’s fine.” Gray replies, a faint smile glosses over his face as he looks at your sister's drawing.

He glances at you and goes back to his work. Huh, it seems you’ve gained an admirer.

GERARD JIN: ｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆─

Gerard was walking in the hair aisle of some store, looking for gel when he heard an ear-piercing scream. He turned and saw a kid crying on the ground. His gaze travelled higher and he saw you standing with your head in your hand, pinching the bridge of your nose. He begins to walk toward you as he hears what the boy is crying over.

“I want the guitar! I wanna play guitar!” You sigh and lift the boy to his feet. Gerard approaches you and smiles at the boy. “Hey (y/n), you okay?”

“Huh? Oh! Yeah, uhm, my brother just really wants a guitar..” You feel embarrassed that Gerard had to see you like this. “He doesn’t even know how to play, so I don’t know where he got the idea from.”

“All my friends have one!” your brother says, cheeks pink and blotchy from his earlier crying.

“You don’t even know how to play!” you shut down his argument right away, not wanting to deal with it any longer. Gerard observes the behaviour and offers a solution.

“Uhm, I play guitar. So, I mean, I can teach him.. if he wants.” He says sheepishly, scratching his cheek.

Your eyes light up at his words, “Really? That would be great!”

“Yeah, then he can see if he likes playing or not.” He replies. Your brother stands up and jumps up and down. “Can I? Can I, can I?”

“…Okay, but only if you promise not to be a bother.” You place a hand on his head to stop him from jumping.

“I’m never a bother!” He glares at you.

“You were a bother a few minutes ago.” You retort, glaring back.

Gerard laughs at your antics and bids farewell. He smiles on his way back, glad he got an excuse to talk to you.

ALEX GO: ｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆─

Alex sat on the park bench eating his ice cream. He came with Ben and his friends but they left him to get more food. You held your sister’s hand as she walked you to the park. You sit her on a swing and begin pushing her.

Ben and their friends arrive and they run around the park. He then decides to sit in the kids-sized swing, getting stuck. Alex walks over and tries to get him out but to no avail.

“Hi!” Your younger sister waves to them.

“Hi!” They smile and wave back. “Wait- Help!” The swing flips upside down and Ben is hanging from it.

“Dude! What the fu- uhm.. uh.. hell…” Alex exclaims, correcting himself as he remembers the child next to him.

“Uhm, are you okay?” You ask with concern etched on your features.

“My friend got stuck..” Alex mumbles, embarrassed on Ben’s behalf; because he didn’t care about how dumb he looked.

“Oh, just take his shoes off. I think that’ll help.” You notice his shoes are blocking his feet from coming free. Alex takes his friend's shoes off and Ben slides out of the swing with a thump. Your sister laughs as he hits the sand.

“Why didn’t you think of that before, ya moron!” Ben blames.

“You were the one who got stuck?!” Alex retorts. He blushes a bit as he faces you, “Thank you… uh..” He trails off.

“(y/n), and it’s no problem.” You smile.

Ben whacks his back and runs off, hollering whatever nonsense excuse he can think of. Alex quickly runs after him. Eventually, they make their way back to their homes.

“So… you thought she was cute, huh?” Ben asks, teasingly wriggling his eyebrows; he could read Alex like a book, they have been friends since elementary after all.

“What?? Man, shut up..” He replies, flustered by his friend’s sudden claim. But even though he denied it, he might start going to the park more often.

[bomber-grl]

I hope you dont mind me sending in a request but would you mind doing a oneshot/headcanons of Nico di angelo x child of apollo!m!reader whos kinda(really) jealous of Nico and Wills relationship/friendship, it can go angsty or fluffy, feel free to choose.

Word count: 4055

Pairing(s): Will Solace x M!Sibling!Reader (familial, Nico Di Angelo x M!Apollo kid! Reader (one sided)

A/N: Not sure if you meant jealous just because they’re close and reader wishes that for themselves or if he’s interested in Nico romantically, either way I included both.

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It was just another usual morning at Camp Half-Blood. It was well into late morning as you sat at the Apollo table with your usual bunch of hyperactive siblings. Well, most of them. One spot was conspicuously empty. Will's seat was left cold, and you couldn’t help but notice.

Will was, without exaggeration, your favorite person. If there was such a thing as the best brother ever, he’d win, hands down. (Don’t tell Austin, or Kayla either (too risky)) He was always the first to offer a smile or an ear, never too busy for anyone who needed him. Plus, he’d let you steal KitKats every now and then, even when you weren’t injured. That alone gave him brownie points.

You didn’t have to turn around to know who was causing the sudden distinct conversation behind you. It was the sound of Nico’s sarcastic tone and Will’s laughter mixing, a sound that felt like it shouldn’t belong but somehow did. Ever since the whole one-sided ‘I want to kill you’ attack on Camp half-blood from Camp Jupiter, Will had been practically glued to Nico’s side. Honestly, more than glued. Will followed him around despite the harsh remarks that came from Nico at first. Now that just seemed like a thing of the past (maybe because it was). And you hated the way your stomach twisted every time you saw them together.

You wanted to feel happy for Will, of course you did. He was your brother, after all. Your favorite one at that. But there was a knot you couldn’t untangle, a feeling you couldn’t shake. It was easier said than done and you couldn't help but wonder: Why did the sight of them laughing together bother you so much?

It was ridiculous, really. You’d tried to ignore it. Tried to bury it under layers of helping Will with advice (mostly Nico-related) and focusing on training and macaroni-based arts and crafts projects. You even dabbled in posing for some of your more artistically inclined siblings’ paintings (You even went to Blanche for a distraction, that's how bad it got)

But the more you did that, the more it felt like you were just pretending to be okay. Will came to you for advice about Nico all the time, about Nico’s mood swings, his isolation, and the complex story that was his past. He trusted you, and you trusted him, too. You didn’t want to destroy the trust that was so carefully built on a pretty solid foundation between you two over the past few years, so you continued aiding him in Nico-centric issues. (rather, overthinking)

Sure, you weren’t exactly best friends with Nico anymore, but you had been once. Back when he first got to camp, when things were as okay as it could get when you’re suddenly left at camp at the ripe age of 12 after unknowingly spending 70 years -give or take- at a hotel and then popping back up in a totally different time. Not the best circumstance, but you could tell he was pretty resilient since he was the epitome of naive and innocent.

At least he wasn’t terminally emo anymore.

Of course, it didn’t stay that way for long and the tragedy that was Nico’s sister’s death occurred. Back when you had tried to be the one who understood him through the grief of his sister’s death. The whole thing had been like battling a storm, impossible to get through, but you tried. You felt like you had to. Even when he made particularly hurtful and harsh comments, you kept trying.

You approached the target and wrapped your hand around the arrow burrowed into the wood, but then the thought hit you like one of the balls (that you could’ve sworn was a bowling ball) the Stoll brothers used to throw around- and you couldn’t push it away. Will and Nico…could they like each other? Was there something there between them? A part of you hated the thought, and an even bigger part hated that you hated that your brother had a chance of happiness.

That’s when you realized Kayla had been yelling at you for a while. Something about not paying attention. You blinked and snapped back to the present, but the thoughts were still there, swirling in the back of your mind. You quickly made your way back to her, arrow in hand, lest she scold you even more.

The rest of the training passed in a blur. You couldn’t focus. Your brain was too busy working out this stupid mess of feelings that didn’t make any sense. So, you did what you always did in these situations: wrote it down.

You grabbed a scrap of paper from one of your siblings' beds- they wouldn't need it. Would they?

You quickly jumped onto the lower bunk and tried to scribble out your thoughts, hoping to untangle the knot in your chest. It was hard to stay inconspicuous when your cabin was full of nosey, dumb-headed teenagers, but you managed—barely. It was hard to make sense of one thing since it only seemed to contradict something else.

Time passed faster than you could comprehend. The night stretched on, and your thoughts continued to spin. You didn’t even notice how late it was until you heard a familiar voice across the room. Will.

“You’re up early,” he said, rubbing his eyes as he squinted at you. Despite the sleepiness, his smile made it all feel a little lighter.

“Yeah,” you muttered, quickly shoving the paper under your pillow and turning off the flashlight you hadn’t realized you were holding. “Early,” you echoed, though you were pretty sure it was more like late.

Luckily he didn’t seem to deem your actions suspicious, he rolled over and yawned, or at least if he did, you couldn’t have known. You glanced at the clock on the wall. 5:12 A.M. It was a struggle to read in the dim light, but it didn’t matter. The time wasn’t what kept you awake—it was the mess of emotions you couldn’t figure out.

Maybe you could ask Annabeth in the morning, she always knew what to do.

But for now, you stayed quiet. Stayed in the quiet, dark of the cabin, listening to the sounds of Will’s soft breathing and wondering when this feeling inside you would finally make sense.

-

The next time you woke up, you were drenched in sweat, your pillow a sticky mess of drool and hair, with the noise of the camp outside (and inside) so loud you’d have much rather been fighting Kronos himself. Campers came in and out of your cabin—some with gear, some without—while your mind scrambled to piece together the hazy fragments of last night's disaster. Rather, this morning's disaster. Whatever it was. You rolled over, squinting at the morning light streaming in through the window, and instinctively reached under your pillow.

The note was gone.

For a solid few seconds, your brain couldn't process it. It took a few seconds for your previously sleepy mind to catch up but once it did you jumped out of bed and started searching for it. You searched in between the cracks, behind the bed, hell, you even lifted up your mattress while simultaneously getting suspicious looks.

You heard someone coming towards you. Footsteps. A voice calling out. It was one of your siblings. They glanced at you, eyebrows raised, and you had to think quickly. "Uh, checking for bed bugs," you said, the first thing that came to mind.

They didn’t buy it. But before you could say anything else, they just shrugged and left. It seemed like a legitimate enough excuse and luckily you weren't dealing with any Athena kids.

You almost began to think how lucky you were that it wasn’t Will who asked, he seemed nowhere to be seen until you heard his currently less-than-welcoming voice. “What’re you doing? Need help?"” His voice was warm with concern when you turned to face him. Unlike your (somewhat) believable lie to your previous sibling, it seemed like rational thought just flew out the second you needed it most.

You stared at him, blinking. "Uh, I'm looking for my pizza." Yes. Pizza. That was possibly, the most stupid, most- Will interrupted, staring at you blankly “Pizza?”

You sighed, might as well go with it lest Will lose his trust in you. You’d prefer he thinks you were clinically insane than keep something from him in all honesty.

You stuck your hand in between the mattresses, “yep, just… making sure the bed didn’t eat it” You mustered all your energy into a smile, practically screaming for Will to believe you. All he did was smile concerningly at you as you continued your display, and then his uncertainty showed through.

“Your bed.. ate it?” Will's expression was absolutely exasperated and you would have laughed out loud had you not felt terrified.

You nodded so fast you could’ve sworn you’d have a concussion, “yep, you never know” you chuckled awkwardly. “How-“ he stopped mid-through as if wondering *what the hell am I doing right now*

And just when you thought the whole charade might never end, some other camper called for Will. Relieved to be saved from your own ridiculousness, he gave you a concerned look one last time and turned away. "Alright, if you're sure..." he muttered and left.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, half relieved, half wishing you could bury yourself in the nearest hole. At least he didn’t seem *too* worried.

But of course, things weren’t done yet. No, the universe had a cruel way of making sure everything spiraled.

The cabin was empty now. The usual chaos of Apollo campers was replaced by silence, and you quickly got dressed, trying to clear your head. Maybe you’d actually get some work done today—focus on something, anything other than the mess in your mind.

You stepped out into the crisp morning air and squinted your eyes at the brightness, ironic isn’t it? The peace didn’t last as you heard a grating, aggravating, screeching noise coming from you.

"Hey, looking for this by any chance?"

You whipped around, eyes narrowing instantly at the sight of the last person you wanted to see—a snarky, obnoxious Eris kid, who, unsurprisingly, was not in a cabin of his own. Great. (probably because you didn’t even have one- is what you would’ve said but you knew it would just bite you in the ass, so you bit your tongue)

The kid- rather teen, was dangling something in his left hand. And there it was. The note. The one you’d written to clear your mind. It was in his hands, and that mischievous look on his face told you everything you needed to know.

You blinked, feeling your stomach drop. “Yes, actually. Wait, how the hell did you even get this?” you asked, genuinely stunned. There was no way he should’ve had it.

He smiled like the infuriating bitch he was. "I have my ways."

You ground your teeth together, trying to keep your cool. "Give it back, now."

"Oh, I think we can make a deal," the Eris kid said, waving the paper in front of your face. He quickly yanked the paper back once you reached a hand out to snatch it. “What kind of deal?” your voice was laced with aggravation- you tried to calm down knowing he was just getting off on it. Literally.

He smirked, eyes narrowing in just the way you hated, “Oh, y'know just run a few errands here and there. Nothing difficult really.” You had the urge to spit out ‘Why don't you just do it yourself if it's so easy’ but then remembered the guy was holding you metaphorically hostage after all.

You stood there for a moment, your options weighing on you. You could do the things he asked—simple errands, really—but you hated the thought of someone holding your deepest, most private thoughts over your head like this.

His face fell slightly, like a cat that wasn’t getting as much amusement from toying with his food anymore, “C’mon, are you seriously not inclined to say yes?” Yes, exactly.

Then your eyes quickly found their way back to him and you gave him the nastiest glare you could muster “You’re threatening me.” He yawned, clearly bored, “Not the brightest are you?” He smirked at his pun, “Would’ve gone for an Athena kid but their reputation does precede them” Aka, he spent hours digging but no dirt.

You sighed, there really was no choice there, you hated this and you began regretting even writing down your feelings.

Still, you had to get that paper back.

So you did what you had to do.

Over the next few days, you did the tasks he set for you—delivering messages, running minor errands, and dealing with all the subtle, manipulative demands that were really just about making you feel small. He could’ve made things easier, but that was never going to happen. You hated it. You hated how helpless you felt. But at the end of the day, it was all leading up to one thing: getting that note back.

Finally, after what felt like a thousand little errands, the Eris kid gave you the note with a smirk. "You’ve earned this, I guess," he said, tossing it into your hands.

As you snatched it, you hesitated. You opened it, your eyes scanning the words you’d written only a few days ago. You reread your over-the-top, deepest confessions that you made during a blurry haze (that was called night) It included your confusion and contradictory feelings about hating how Will spends –what can be called somewhat– intimate time with Nico. How you hate that you hate feeling like that because Will's your brother, one so dear to you and the last thing you’d want to do is rip him from something he so clearly deserves. He works long ass hours as a healer and even double with the schedule that he often clears just to spend time with you. Guilt was a bitch, and it was eating you alive.

No. This note had something far worse. It laid out your deepest, darkest fear: that maybe, just maybe, you liked Nico in a way you shouldn’t. The thought made your heart sink. It was one thing to be confused about your feelings, but the realization that you might be harboring romantic feelings for Nico? It felt like a betrayal.

Then you felt your cheeks heating up and the feeling that you were foolish just intensified. You sighed, fresh evening wind whipping past you– you could’ve just talked to Will.

He would’ve listened. No, He will. He always did.

Your pace was brisk and fast as you closed into the dining pavilion near your table. The air only increased, blowing away any doubts you had in Will. This sudden burst of energy was fueled by motivation but most of all, the love and hope you had in Will.

You walked past several other cabins’ tables, whispers and chattering were afloat. You got some pitiful glances while others just straight-up laughed when you faced in their direction. A feeling worse than before stirred in the pit of your stomach and this time you couldn’t shake it off. Why did the universe hate you?

You took a seat alongside your siblings, some of them refused to meet your gaze out of awkwardness and others just tried to convey reassurance as much as they could. It wasn’t until you heard one whisper “I’m surprised he isn’t phased” to another that it sank in.

A weight was added to your right shoulder and you peeked over to get a look of who it was, next. You bitterly joked that maybe it was the minotaur itself, ready to end you once in for all since you couldn’t get any more embarrassed– despite being unaware of what was going on.

Will. It was Will and he looked at you with such a warm gaze you almost choked out a sob. You held it together for a duration of all but 10 minutes as you were finally aware of why everyone was acting weird and why you were suddenly the laughingstock.

You were one of the last people to give a bit of food to the fire as an offering to none other than your father. Your week had been shit, and just to be petty, you scraped off your least favorite bit.

This time walking back was ten times worse. Think of it as if you were at a concert– the singer was none other than yours truly except you were seriously stoned and everyone was laughing at you, not with you. That’s exactly how it was.

You tried your best to walk back to your table, that seemed twice as long as a distance away as usual. You told yourself to relax, even implementing those breathing techniques Will had taught you but of course, you were short out of luck. People had no decency and you heard it, it was from a distant table but you managed to make it out from the low chattering and giggles. Something along the lines of slander and how ridiculous it was that you felt that way.

Your stomach fell to your ass and a familiar figure, not too far away, caught your attention amongst the sea of manipulative conniving dictators.

The Eris kid you had grown to recognize as your captor for the majority of the week was smirking at you, eyes glinting in just the way you knew he was having fun. Forget your stomach falling to your ass, it fell out when you realized your worst nightmare came true and you just endured hard labor for nothing.

All of a sudden you could see it in everyone's eyes, the whispered conversations came to life and instantly you were no longer in the dark. The way they glanced at you all made sense in your head. It was all unbearable and you quickly pushed your place into a passing nymph as you bolted.

You bumped into Nico who came from who knows where, accidentally bumping his shoulder harder than you ever intended. You didn’t bother apologizing and set your gaze anywhere but here.

You ran towards the lake as you heard some of your siblings calling after you, the cool evening air whipped you across your face– an effective way of getting rid of the tears that threatened to fall.

Finally, you collapsed onto the rocks, holding your head in your hands, trying to make sense of everything. How had your emotions gotten so tangled? How had you let it all spiral out of control? Your breath still ran ragged and your turmoil of emotions didn’t make it any better.

You were about to curse everything and everyone. The gentle wind that danced in your hair the first summer you spent at camp when you and Will had (or at least tried) to have a sleepover but got scolded by Micheal. You were both upset deeply by it and Micheal wouldn’t deal with it any longer– you would have believed that had he actually gone through with it but instead, you and Will were giggling throughout the night without another peep out of him or any other of your siblings.

Suddenly, you found yourself smiling at your memories. Things weren’t all bad, you had to remind yourself. It was peacefully quiet near the lake, all that could be heard was the leaves brisling in the wind and when you occasionally moved your leg.

The silence was cut short.

The sound of footsteps behind you made your heart jump, and before you could react, a voice called out.

"Hey," Will said softly. You turned around, your eyes wide with surprise. He’d followed you. He always knew when you felt more than terrible. Or maybe he heard it all about it from that little snake.

"I... I didn’t mean for any of this to happen," you said quickly, voice trembling. "I don’t want things to be weird between us, but... it is. I don’t know what I feel anymore but I do know that I don’t want us to ever stop having the relationship that we have."

Will sat down next to you, his expression unreadable. He placed a hand on your shoulder, and you turned to face him. “Listen,” he said, his voice quieter now. “You don’t have to apologize to me. It’s okay to feel confused. But whatever it is, I’m still your brother, alright?”

You swallowed hard, trying not to let the tears threaten to spill over. "But I… I don’t know how to feel, or what I feel exactly. I thought maybe I was just jealous of you and Nico’s closeness– maybe because I’ve been lacking something like that for my entire life basically.” You swallowed thickly, “I love you Will" The words felt like they weighed a ton. “I don’t want to ruin everything just because I can’t get over myself.”

Will looked at you, his face softening. Or at least from what you could tell by the bright moonlight cascading off the lake and across your faces “You’re not ruining anything. I… I value you above a lot of things, you know that I do.” You did.

“I don’t blame you for how you feel, and I won’t. Especially since you seem to be doing that enough already” he smirked at you and chuckled, you laughed a bit too. Your shoulders sagged and the tension relieved itself from your body.

You were wrong. It wasn’t too late to talk to him about the ball of twine that was your emotions.

Will continued, he stumbled, and then a blush spread across his cheeks, “I haven’t been entirely honest either.”

You blinked, confused. "What do you mean?" Will chuckled, though it was a little bittersweet, as if knowing this could either make you feel better or 10x worse, “I mighttt like Nico” That might not be as convincing as he may have thought it to be, especially since the glint in his eyes told a completely different story. He did, and he wasn’t ashamed of how he felt.

You nodded and a soft smile spread across your features, it stung a bit and sure it would take some time processing– but you knew you’d be there when Will inevitably confessed to Nico. He turned to you suddenly, this time a serious glint in his eyes, “You definitely need some counseling, therapy even.”

You couldn’t hold the snort that escaped you, “You could tell that to more than half the demigods here and gods combined. It’d be one big family therapy session.” At that, Will let out a laugh, seemingly having surprised even himself. He leaned against a log and hauled himself up and onto his two feet, “C'mon, let’s go back, maybe even sneak some food too” He smiled as he held his hand out to you. You took it and you were pulled up from your seated position by your brother who shone just like the sun. Geez, wonder who he got that from.

There was a bit of awkward tension left, and you figured a serious answer to his suggestion wouldn't hurt and would actually reassure him this time.

"You’re right," you said quietly. "Maybe I just need to figure this all out. But we’re still good, right?”

Will gave you a reassuring smile. "Always."

-

A/N: This made me realize that I should definitely write on docs more, definitely way longer than my average fanfic.

[axkirak]

I Will Follow You Into The Dark

Pairings:  Astarion x Original Female Character(Named Tav)  [From Baldur's Gate 3]

Tag/Warnings : Canon Compliant, Post-Endgame, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Tragedy, Mentions of past abuse, Suicidal Thoughts, References to Depression, Angst and Hurt/Comfort

Synopsis : Astarion returned to the city of Baldur's Gate, following the final request of his beloved, who asked him to bury her next to his grave. As dawn approached, Astarion held the lifeless body of his love, reminiscing about the countless memories they shared together.

A/N : The story started when I came across this tweet: 'do you guys think your tavs/durges stayed with their love interest long term or not?'

I got the idea to tell the story of my Tav and her love interest, Astarion. What would happen to them after the end of Baldur's Gate 3? I've been thinking about it a lot and it's quite heartbreaking.

From these little headcanons, I developed this one-shot about them.

My Tav is a human bard with a noble background. So, I imagined her as the daughter of a noble Baldurian,which contrasts with Astarion's background. Their initial relationship was more of a adversaries before blossoming into love in the end.

Listening to the song "I Will Follow You into the Dark" by Death Cab for Cutie gave me a lot of inspiration for this couple. (At first, I wanted to use the song "Take Me To Church" as the title, but it's too popular. I thought a song that many might not have heard of would be fitting for this tale.)

Read in Ao3 : here

"Jones," Astarion whispered, calling his beloved, but she didn't respond. 

Her eyes closed tightly, her body growing colder with each passing moment. 

Astarion pulled her closer, hoping his slight warmth might warm her. He knew it wouldn't help, and she would never wake to look into his eyes again.

Human lives are fleeting, from young maiden to old crone, from crone to spirit. 

Her entire life was a blink of an eye compared to his cursed immortality. 

Once, Astarion had both disdain and curiosity about this human. A race so fragile and feeble, never wielding a sword to harm anyone, raised in a noble family, spending half a comfortable lifetime in a grand mansion in Baldur’s Gate, surrounded by obedient servants bowing to her every whim.

He couldn't make sense of her. For a vampire like him who had struggled to survive amidst enemies and a cruel world for centuries. He was nothing but a bloodthirsty creature, a servant under a master's foot who got treated worse than a common slave, struggling to sustain his life with the taste of filthy rat blood that almost made him vomit.

Astarion envies her for an ideal life in the gilded cage he could only dream of. envied the short-lived human existence. While he had no right to die willingly if his evil master didn't want him to die,

And he wondered why she had fled her high-life in the capital city of Baldur’s Gate to suffer with them. why someone so inept at fighting would risk her life battling monsters, from goblins and evil undead to even gods, to aid them and help everyone unrelated to her.

He thought Jones was foolish, and he didn't like fools.

Ironically, eighty years later, he found himself shedding tears at her death.

"I wish to be buried beside your grave, Astarion." That was one of her last wishes before she breathed her last in his embrace. This led Astarion to make the singular decision to step out of the Underdark and return to Baldur’s Gate, the city where he once hated heavily, to fulfill the last wish of his beloved.

The black sky began to turn deep blue. Astarion knew he should hurry to bury Jones properly before the sunrise. As he contemplated, his eyes caught withered flowers left on the ground near his own grave marker. For a brief moment, Astarion reminisced about the memories he shared with her. He had once brought Jones to his own grave, recounting his life before turning into a vampire. and then visualizing a future where he wished to live with her,as his past had died over two centuries ago and she was the only future he desired.

Astarion remembered his overwhelming fear that Jones might refuse him. She was the highborn daughter of Baldur’s Gate's noble families. Why would she choose to endure the hardships of life with an elf vampire like him?

Yet his fear vanished instantly when he saw the soft smile on her smooth face. She placed flowers on his grave and embraced him, accepting his love wholeheartedly. 

That night was the night he died and was reborn in her embrace. Not as the enslaved Astarion, not as the villainous Astarion, but as Astarion the redeemed, never to be alone again because he would have her by his side forever.

But the words 'forever' don't really exist, especially for humans and vampires.

Still, Astarion couldn't help but secretly hope.

Sometimes, darker thoughts overshadow his mind, eclipsing all the goodness he has left. Astarion often secretly pondered that if he chose the path of power, performed an ancient ritual to sacrifice seven thousand souls to a devil, and transformed himself into a vampire ascendant, he would have enough strength to walk in the sunlight with her and enough power to turn her into a vampire like him. Then they could live together forever without the fear of death taking her away.

But it was Jones who restrained him then. She persuaded Astarion to see that these powers offered him nothing but the dark legacy of the Vampire Master, an inheritance of wickedness that would never end. She told him he could be better than Cazador, his former master, and he didn't have to continue killing others to sustain his existence anymore.

Astarion trusted her, though he couldn't deny feeling deeply regretful. And Jones sensed his feelings. She gently grasped his cold hands and earnestly vowed, "Astarion, I will find a way to cure you of vampirism, so you can walk under the sunlight with me again."

And she kept her promise. After successfully helping Baldur’s Gate city fend off the threats of the Mind Flayers and Nether Brain, she and him began a new adventure together. They journeyed across the entire continent of Faerûn, from Waterdeep to Athkatla, Neverwinter, Luskan, and even the mysterious realm of Feywild, all in pursuit of finding a cure for him.

Those times were special, building strong bonds and beautiful memories between them. They laughed together, danced together, fought together, and held each other close under vast skies and twinkling stars as witnesses.

Until Jones began to age and couldn’t continue the journey. That was when they both realized how little time they had left. And no matter how much time and effort they put in, there was no way to find a cure for him anymore.

Facing the harsh reality was incredibly difficult. Astarion had to hide his deep sorrow while he tried to persuade her to stop the adventure and live out her remaining days in the Underdark, the dark and sunless realm, the only place where he could be with her.

He knew what the near future held. Nothing would hurt as much as watching his beloved age continuously, waiting for her time to pass while he remained unchanged.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you as I promised. Please forgive me," she said during their time in Underdark. Her bright blue eyes, the very eyes he fell in love with, overflowed with guilt.

Astarion wanted her to know that he could never be angry or hate her.

The shovel still lay untouched on the ground, with no sign of being used anytime soon. While the vampire elf sat silently in front of his own grave marker, letting old memories flow through his mind once more,. Both his arms cradled her lifeless body as if she were still alive.

"My beloved, please continue to live on for me. I wish to see you happy for a long time," another of her last requests echoed in his mind. The gentle touch of her frail hand on his cheek still lingers in his heart to this day.

"Jones." Astarion whispers her name again. Tears, which he had not shed for a long time, now streamed down his pale face. "I can't do it," he murmured to her lifeless body. "How can I find happiness without you?"

A golden beam slowly crept in, chasing away the darkness from the vast sky. Yet Astarion's body remained unmoving, just like the eyes of the vampire, which refused to leave the withered face of his beloved for a second. He memorized every detail of her, keeping it in his memory as best as he could. She still looked as beautiful as ever in his eyes—always and forever.

"I wish the next life was real. I hope we'll meet again, live together, and build a family," Astarion whispered softly, planting a tender kiss on the edge of her lips. "Wait for me, darling. I'll follow you soon, no matter where you choose to go."

Finally, he tore his gaze away from her, looking up at the sky once more. For the first time in centuries, he had the chance to gaze at the nearing dawn with full eyes. As the sun peeked over the horizon, followed by the warm rays starting to seep through his skin, cracks began to form, turning his skin into tiny specks of dust.

Before his final consciousness faded, Astarion's thoughts remained vivid. 

This was the most beautiful dawn he had ever witnessed.

[breakfastteatime]

Today's request is for @serena-darrin, who chose 'Are you okay?' (¬‿¬)

Sometimes, Cal wonders if the Force is punishing him, because of all the cabins he had to walk into on the entire Venator they’re scrapping, he’s stepped into a long-dead Jedi’s bedroom. It’s dark, the power long since cut, and yet that doesn’t stop Cal from seeing the single bunk identical to his own, a desk covered in study materials and the training tools, and a robe hanging over a locker. All of them are markers of a life torn away.

And now Cal’s got to gather it all up and throw it away.

The echoes in here hum and sing, voices bleeding into the present. He’s not getting through this without smashing into the past. It’s too loud, too demanding. First things first though. Cal sticks his head into the hallway. Good, no one’s coming. He blocks the door with the trash can anyway. Better safe than sorry.

He goes through the room carefully, tossing the training aids he wouldn’t be able to use anymore away, feeling the determination and pride clinging to them. His body wants to move with the memories, feel the satisfaction of perfecting a new skill. He still remembers how easily it all came to him compared to the others in his clan…

It hadn’t helped at all in the end. All that studying. All that training. For what? Master Tapal’s dead and the Jedi are gone.

Cal makes good progress, tossing the past into the trash. He knows this was a Padawan’s room, although she’d been far older than him and preparing for knighthood. Her life slips through his mind in a wash of emotion and chatter. She was so sure she’d pass the Trials, so excited for the end of the war and a return to peace. Cal throws away her mementos: a holoimage of her and her master with their troop, a carving depicting a bird Cal’s never seen before, a selection of pressed flowers, more clothing several sizes too large for him along with space for arms he doesn’t have… It’s all useless now. Anyone seen wearing it would probably be shot dead on sight.

The dead Padawan’s datapad lights up when Cal touches it, a half-finished message popping up. ‘Be back on Coruscant soon, according to Master Day. Can’t wait to see you! Maybe we’ll head to the lower levels and –’ Cal tosses the datapad into the trash. It doesn’t matter. None of it matters. She’s dead. Her friend is dead. Their masters are dead. All the Jedi, except for Cal it seems, are dead.

Cal’s deep in the storage locker when he feels something unexpected buried under a pile of wrinkled robes. His hand slides under cloth, fingers closing around something cold. Metallic. Wrapped in leather.

“Master, I think it’s time.”

Master Day looks up at her, brown eyes crinkling with a smile. Not so long ago, it would have been the other way around, but she’s had a growth spurt and all the aches and pains have paid off. She is taller than her beloved master, and it is time for another change.

“My lightsaber hilts are simply too small. It is affecting my performance. With your permission, I would like to spend some time redesigning them.”

“Of course, Padawan. After all, I can hardly enjoy beating you in sparring if your lightsabers are so small they fall from your hand, and you burn yourself on the blades.”

She is nowhere near Master Day’s level, and such a thing will not be happening anytime soon. But someday, maybe… “Master, when I beat you at sparring, you will have to petition the Council to knight me on the spot.”

Master Day’s laughter is rich and full. “Young one, if you are still a Padawan by then, you will be the oldest to have ever lived.”

Cal breaks free of the memory. He can feel himself smiling, heart swelling with love and joy that do not belong to him. They fade steadily, leaving him in the dark with a pair of hilts that no longer house kyber crystals and the Jedi who built it long gone.

He tosses them in the trash and pretends it doesn’t tear something out of him to do so.

By the end of his shift, the cabin is empty, ready to be stripped tomorrow. Cal pushes his trash cart outside. Cold rain pelts him as he tips its contents into the ever-hungry Maw. He trudges back, ready to catch the train. Prauf’s there, and he waves him over. Cal joins him.

“Hey Cal.”

“Hi, Prauf.”

Prauf stares at him. “Are you okay?”

Cal shakes himself. Nothing can be done. The past is the past, and he must accept that. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He makes himself smile. “Long day.”

“Hah, ain’t it always!” Prauf pats him on the back. “C’mon, let me buy you a non-alcoholic beverage of your choice at the Rust Bucket.”

“Feeling flush?” Cal asks as the train pulls onto the platform.

“I wish! Nah, you look like you could use it.”

Cal blinks back a sudden rush of tears. “Yeah, okay. Thanks, Prauf.”

“Attaboy. No booze though. I’m not dragging your drunken ass back home.”

“No booze,” Cal says, even though a few hours of oblivion sound pretty sweet. “You got it.”

[kisskiss-slashslash]

Do u do sister!reader and then brother!slasher? Or parent!slasher and daughter/child!reader? If yes then May I request this? 🧍‍♀️

Alr so the reader’s a teen (15-16) and is helping her family w/ the killing. While the slashers are chasing someone the victim somehow manages to steal the weapon from them and manages to stab/shoot the reader with it, somehow reader survives (it’s a god damn miracle) but is in crucial condition and needs stitches but they can’t go under anaesthesia bc then they’ll die. Can we get the slasher reaction to their weapon being used to hurt reader and also them helping reader when it comes to the stitches? 🧍‍♀️

(I’m very awkward sorry)

Also can it be Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, The Sinclair brothers, Micheal Myers (if u write him) and Jason Voorhees?

Here you go, hope you like it!

The slashers helping their little sibling stitch themself up after they got wounded with the slasher's weapon

Jason Voorhees

He has been a bit hesitant to let you get in on the whole killing campers thing, and this is exactly why. When he finds you on the ground, stabbed with his own machete, he is terrified for you. You are the only family he has left, he can't let you die… His mother would be so disappointed in him for letting his little sibling get hurt. Luckily, Jason has at least a bit of first aid knowledge; he gained most of it through trial and error on himself, but it is knowledge nonetheless. And every time people try to reopen the camp, they luckily also restock all of the first aid kits. So he finds the nearest kit, sits you down in the little cabin you two share, and gets to stitching. Luckily, the blade missed any major organs, but you are still bleeding quite a bit and getting weaker by the minute. Jason gives you an apologetic look as you let out a pained yelp every time the needle pierces your skin. He really doesn't like hurting you, but it's necessary. Just bear with him, it'll be done soon. Once the wound is sutured and desinfected, Jason tucks you into bed and goes off to find some food for you. After that blood loss, you need to eat properly. Jason feels responsible for you getting hurt, so he will do everything to make up for it by being the best big brother/nurse he can be.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba panics when he sees his meat cleaver buried in your shoulder. He has tried to tell Drayton that you are too young to get in on the family business, be he wouldn't listen, and now look what happened. Bubba knows how to sew masks, but normal sewing and surgical stitches are two different beasts alltogether. Plus, you are bleeding so much… Luckily, in this case, Chop Top comes to the rescue. While he wasn't a field medic himself, he did learn a thing or two about stitching people back together during his time in the army. Not as much as a proper surgeon would, mind, but he can do at least enough stitches to keep you alive until they can convince Drayton to drive you to an actual hospital. Bubba tries to keep you as calm as he can while Chop works, but it's very clear that you're in a ton of pain. Once it's done, they help carry you into Drayton's truck. And while you're en route to the hospital, you get quite an earful from your eldest brother about wasting the family's money and being reckless. And Bubba is gonna get a similar lecture later on for letting his tools lay around where anyone can grab them.

Thomas Hewitt

Terror. Thomas sees his own weapon turned against you and only feels fear. He has been too sure of himself, and now you're hurt. Even worse, hurt by his own damn weapon! Though he feels like the guilt will eat him alive, he knows that there is no time for self pity right now. He dispatches the victim that hurt you as quickly as he can and then carries you inside the house. He does not hesitate before trying to patch you up, though he knows next to nothing about first aid and certainly not about stitching wounds either. You groan and cry in pain, and every sound escaping you makes him wince. Hoyt has to hold you down while Thomas works, and half tries to soothe you and half lectures you on getting yourself hurt. By the time Thomas has managed to stop the bleeding, you are passed out from the pain. Once it's 100% sure that you're not bleeding anymore, Thomas carries you into your room and tucks you into bed so you can recover.

The Sinclair brothers

Vincent, Bo and Lester have told you time and time again to hide in your room whenever there are strangers in town. But you want to help, to be part of what your older brothers are doing. You're not a baby anymore, dammit! So when there are once again future wax figures in town, you sneak out of your room… and promptly get hurt. One of them has stolen Vincent's carving knifes and had blindly slashes at you when you tried to grab them, leaving you with a nasty gash across your stomach. Vincent and Bo have been in direct pursuit of that person, who now finds themself with a nasty case of "bullet through the skull". When Bo sees the state you're in, he mutters every expletive he can think of under his breath. Vincent runs to your house to get his supplies for suturing, and Bo kneels down next to you, rips the dead victim's shirt of their corpe and presses it onto the bleeding wound. He tries to keep you calm and comfortable, though with every passing second, he gets more frazzled. Finally, Vincent comes back with everything he needs; a surgical needle, thread, desinfectant and, in case you thrash around too much, a syringe of a less potent dose of the paralytic agent he usually uses to keep still-alive victims compliant. He immediately gets to work, and while he sews you back up, his head is spinning. If only he hadn't let his guard down, this wouldn't have happened… Once the bleeding stopped, he breathes an audible sigh of relief and helps Bo carry you home.

[dailydragon08]

Breathe With Me Part II

Summary: Luke is determined that you end your day on a good, relaxed note. Pairing: Luke Skywalker x Gender Neutral!Reader Rating: M Warnings: crying/emotional reader, steamy makeout session,  illusions to past/future smut (not described, just as in "this has  happened before/could happen  in the future"). A/N: Reposting AGAIN. Again, tried to write it so you can insert any  era of Luke you want (no  idea how soon after ANH he became a commander). Please let me know if  you want a part 3 with Luke and reader's vacation! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Masterlist can be found linked in my pinned post on my blog (which includes a link to part 1; Tumblr is weird about links with me sometimes and if I link things, it gets lost in the ether, so please take a look if you’re interested!). Enjoy!

***

You went to take a sip out of your water, sighing when only a few drops slid down your throat. You glanced at the empty mug and set it back down on the table harder than you meant to, wincing as Threepio startled and looked at you. “Sorry, didn’t mean to do that,” you mumbled, turning back to your datapad. 

“Oh, it’s quite all right,” Threepio replied. Artoo whistled next to him. 

You tried to concentrate on the files Leia had sent you, but everything was jumbling together into an incoherent mess in your mind. You set the pad down and leaned back in your chair, rubbing at your eyes as you looked around the mostly empty conference room back on the rebel base. “You know, you guys don’t have to stand here if you don’t want. I won’t mind if you need to leave.”

“Oh, well,” Threepio motioned to his companion, “Master Luke instructed us to stick close to you. He mentioned you’d been under a lot of stress and wanted us available to you in case you needed any assistance.”

Your heart swelled and you chewed on your fingernail, unsure what to say. He was always so sweet and thoughtful. “Do you know when he’ll be back?”

Artoo beeped as an arm shot out of one of his sockets, grabbing your empty mug by the handle and speeding out of the room. You watched him with a frown before returning your eyes to the protocol droid. 

“Oh, I suppose it should be any minute now. I don’t believe they went far from base.”

You nodded your thanks, feeling tears fill your eyes as Artoo wheeled back over to you. He whirred softly as he set your now full cup of water back down on the table in front of you. You patted his head and smiled, picking up your datapad again to message Leia. 

Will it be an issue if I get these files back to you tomorrow instead?

She replied instantly. Not at all. Is it bad again today?

Yeah. Really bad. 

I’m sorry things got too hectic for a vacation once we all got back. I just freed up some time, so why don’t you let me take care of those files? If you send Threepio my way to help, it shouldn’t be an issue for me. Go get some rest. You’ve earned it. Luke is with me now giving a report. He’s almost done and I’ll send him your way as soon as we finish.

Thank you, ILYSM.

ILY too. Now go rest.

You sighed, sending Threepio to aid the princess as requested before trudging down the hall. Artoo stayed faithfully by your side, determined to carry your water for you. Since Luke had become a commander, he got his own small, but private quarters. You had your own bunk assigned to you with the others, but you frequented Luke’s room so often, people usually looked for you there first. You buzzed the code into the keypad—still feeling your stomach do somersaults at the fact that Luke made your name his passcode—and flopped down on the mattress. 

You glanced around for a moment before burying your face in the pillow and letting the Jedi’s familiar scent wash over you. Doing all he did for the rebellion had its perks (mainly thanks to Leia): a double bed, his own private refresher complete with a bathtub (a small tub, but still a tub), a mini fridge, a small counter complete with storage, a kettle, and burner, and even a screen that came down out of the ceiling to go with his projector. It was initially intended for meetings with others off base, but you and Luke had used it for watching holos whenever you got the chance. 

Artoo dimmed the lights as your eyes drooped, using one of his little arms once more to pull the blanket over you. He struggled with the thick material and you smiled, helping him pull it the rest of the way over your shoulders. “Thanks, buddy.”

He chirped happily before settling beside you to wait for Luke. 

***

A gentle shake on your shoulder pulled you out of your slumber. You’d ended up crying yourself to sleep, the box of tissues Artoo had brought from the refresher still on the bed beside you. Luke sat beside you on the bed, staring down at you with concern as he moved the tissues to his nightstand and brushed some leftover tear tracks away with his thumb. “Hey, starflower.”

“Hi,” you warbled as he kissed your forehead. 

He gently brushed your hair away from your face. “Guess what?”

“What?”

“Leia managed to get us both five days off.”

You stared at him in amazement. “Five? But won’t they need us? Especially you?”

“Things are calm enough now that they’ll manage.”

“But what if something happens?”

“Then they’ll call us, but Leia seems to think we’ll be fine. Even Mothma agreed. Now scoot over.”

You did as told and he climbed into the bed with you, pulling you tight against his chest. He kissed your forehead again, his hands gently wandering from your hair to your cheek, jaw, and neck. His fingers wrapped around the back, massaging the tension away. You weren’t sure how long you laid there, dozing on and off with Luke peppering your face with kisses and massaging your sore muscles. His soothing voice whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he nuzzled into you, smoothing a hand up and down your back and squeezing you tight. 

“Does anything in particular sound good?” he asked. “Or do you want me to take the lead?”

“Um…” you hesitated. The dimmed lights made a blue, almost hyperspace-like glow in Luke’s room. That, combined with the steady beat of his heart against your ear, made you feel like you could breathe deeply for the first time in weeks. “I’m having trouble thinking right now, so do you…” you glanced up at him, “Do you mind taking the lead?”

“Of course I will.” His thumb brushed against your cheek before he left a soft kiss on your lips, then your nose, cheeks, and forehead. “Will you be okay if I get up and get some things ready for a few minutes?”

You nodded, reluctantly extracting yourself from his hold. He kissed the back of your hand as he slid out of bed, clinging to you until you were out of reach. He murmured a few things to his astromech that you ignored as you let your eyes slide closed again. You hugged Luke’s pillow to your chest, inhaling his scent and pretending he was still holding you. You heard him moving around the room, prying your eyes open long enough to see him rooting around in his mini fridge as Artoo whizzed down the hallway at top speed like he always did whenever Luke sent him on a mission. Their closeness made you smile as you closed your eyes again. 

You had almost slipped into sleep again when you heard Artoo hustle back in with a series of excited beeps, followed by the sound of running water and a plunk. You opened your eyes to Luke gently stroking your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear as he pulled you into a sitting position. “Mmkay, sweetheart, let’s get you out of these clothes.”

“Mmm, kinky.”

He chuckled. “Not like that.” He brushed his lips against your neck, just below your ear, as he helped you undo your pants. “But if you want, I’m more than happy to help with that. But no pressure if you’d rather just relax and cuddle.”

You lifted your hips as Luke slid your bottoms and underwear off in one go. “I’m…not sure I could get in the right headset for that to feel good right now. I’m sorry. Is it okay if we just see how I feel?”

“Of course.” Luke lifted your shirt over your head. “You never have to apologize and you’re never obligated to do anything.” He pressed his lips to your forehead before shrugging off his jacket and rolling his sleeves to his elbows. Before you could admire his forearms and hands for too long, he disappeared into the refresher again and you heard the water stop. He hurried back out and carried bridal style to the refresher. He set you down in the now full tub of warm water, complete with a lavender bath bomb. 

“Where did you even find this?”

“Leia had a few. She knew you were stressed, so told me I could use some if I needed them. I hope the lavender is okay. The scent is supposed to help you relax.”

You nodded, leaning back in the tub. “Yeah, it’s perfect.” You sighed as you felt the exhaustion hit you like a freight train, bringing more tears to your eyes. “Ugh, no, I thought I was done.” You buried your face in your hands, leaning your elbows against your thighs in the water. 

Luke rubbed your back. “Just let it out. Do you want some space or company?”

“Don’t go,” you mumbled into your hands. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” You felt him kiss your hair before gathering it behind you and tying it into a loose bun. “You left a hair tie here last time. Who knew you forgetting things would end up being so convenient?”

You let your hands fall into the water, huffing out a meager laugh as Luke took your favorite body wash—which had found a home in his refresher—and spread it over his hands. “I mean, I practically live here anyway, so does it really count as forgetting?” You groaned as Luke’s hands smoothed over your body, gently working out the knots as he came across them. 

He laughed and the sound further relaxed your muscles. “I guess not.” He hesitated, gently pushing you to lean back so he could rub the body wash over more of you. “You know…if you did just want to…move all your stuff in here, I wouldn’t mind.”

You glanced at him hopefully. “Is that allowed?”

He shrugged, rubbing your thighs. You couldn’t help but admire the veins and tanned skin of his forearms. You always forgot how large his hands were until you saw them compared to you, making you melt every time. “I doubt it would cause too much of a ruckus. Command knows you’re in here more often than your own quarters anyway and no one’s said anything yet. Plus, I am also part of command. I could pull a few strings…if you want.” His blue eyes looked at you hopefully, nervousness tinging their edges. 

“Are…” you paused to groan slightly as his hands moved to your sore calf muscles, “are you sure you want me to?”

He smiled and the lovestruck look in his eyes made you want to cry again. “More than anything.” 

Your stomach flipped and you smiled shyly at him before nodding. 

His face lit up. “Is that a yes?”

You smiled. “Yeah.”

He flashed a toothy grin at you before squeezing your thigh and pressing a deep kiss to your lips. You pressed your forehead to his for a few seconds before you both laughed, kissing him again before his hands traveled to your ankles and feet. 

You glanced at his hair and chuckled. “I think it might be a bit humid in here.”

He laughed. “Well, I know how you like your water to be Mustafar temperatures.”

You couldn’t help the loud laugh that bubbled up out of you. “Your hair’s so fluffy.” 

He smiled before shaking his head vigorously, making it fluff up even more. “If you tell anyone else that nickname, I’ll get you back.”

“What, you don’t wanna hear them call Commander Floofwalker over the loudspeakers?”

He laughed. “No. Especially Han will never let me live that down.”

“I mean, you have similar haircuts, so I bet his does it too—oh, Maker, imagine poor Chewie.”

Luke laughed so hard, he had to pause in massaging your feet. “Oh no, that would be bad. We might not be able to get him through the door to the Falcon’s cockpit.” 

“I’m sure Han would love having a bunch of poofy fur in his way while he’s trying to pilot.”

“Just flying like pleh pleh pleh.”

You giggled, admiring his smile as he met your eyes.

“It’s good to hear you laugh again. I love your laugh.” He smoothed a hand up your calf and back onto your thigh. “And your legs.”

Your smile faded a bit. “Are you sure? I’m a little insecure about them.”

“I know you are. But they’re perfect, I promise.” He kissed the part of your knee that poked out over the water. “Every part of you is. But you are turning into a giant wrinkle, so I think that means it’s time to get out.”

He helped you up and out of the tub, pulling the drain and drying you off with your favorite fluffy towel. “Now,” he kissed your jaw, “do you want Artoo to go grab some clothes from your room or just wear mine?”

You fixed him with a look. “You know the answer to that one.”

He smiled before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into the bedroom with him. He put his hands on your shoulders and gently sat you down on the edge of his bed before turning on the burner and setting the kettle on top of it. He pulled a mug and hot chocolate pack out of the cabinet before making his way to his dresser. After gently pulling a black v-neck shirt over your head and helping you step into his boxers, he left a soft kiss on the inside of your thigh. 

As he stood, you pulled out the hair tie, the motion making the collar slip off one shoulder. You glanced up as Luke blew a slow breath out his mouth, his eyes tracking the movement hungrily. You chuckled nervously. “What?”

“Just…” Luke shook his head, shuddering out another breath as his blushing face filled with awe. “When your hair sort of just rains down like that combined with the off-the-shoulder….”

You laughed. “You okay over there?”

He laughed breathlessly, stepping between your legs and pulling you flush against him. “Yeah.” He pressed a deep kiss to your lips, his hands roaming underneath the fabric of his shirt to glide over your skin. Your lips moved in tandem as his hands, still warm from the bath water, slowly traced up and down the sides of your torso and spine. He gasped softly as you dipped your tongue into his mouth, returning the gesture as his hands moved over the top of your shirt, his fingers barely grazing over your chest to cup your face. His hands were large enough that his thumbs could still stroke your cheeks while his fingers wrapped around the back of your neck. You slid your hands up his chest, feeling the toned muscle beneath his shirt, slipping into his hair and giving it a gentle tug. He shuddered out a shaky exhale and you felt his knees buckle slightly as he leaned against the bed. 

Before you could continue, the kettle started whistling. Luke continued kissing you, hands wandering, for several seconds as the whistling intensified. You laughed against his lips. “Luke—”

He cut you off with another kiss, murmuring a hmm? into your mouth. You pushed against his chest and he finally pulled away with a dazed expression on his face. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, but your kettle.”

He frowned. “Huh?” His eyes widened as the whistling increased in intensity, his head whipping around so fast his hair flew with him. “Oh!”

You laughed as he rushed over to the kettle, taking it off the burner and depositing the hot chocolate pack’s contents into the mug. “I thought Jedis were supposed to be focused.”

He chuckled as he poured the steaming water over the powder. “I was focused, just not on the kettle…Oh, I’m out of spoons…uhhh…” He hesitated before swirling his fingers several inches above the cup. 

You laughed harder. “Are you Force-stirring?”

He laughed with you. “Maybe?”

You clutched at your stomach. “Artoo is literally holding a spoon in his arm.”

“No, he’s—oh.”

Artoo beeped, holding a plastic spoon from the cafeteria in one of his pinchers. 

You doubled over on the bed. “Maker, Luke.”

“You got me a bit frazzled, okay?” The sound of his bright laugh filled the room and your chest. He took the spoon from the droid before stirring the mug before him. “It’s not my fault you’re so attractive. I’m over here trying to pamper you and you’re making fun of me.”

“And I appreciate it. I love you. I’m sorry.”

He smiled, his joy so palpable and radiating, you wondered if this was how he felt when he sensed your emotions through the Force. “I love you too.” He handed you the mug, watching you lovingly as you took the first sip. “Is it warm enough? Taste okay?”

You nodded, setting it down on the nightstand and scooting over, patting the space beside you. 

He climbed in next to you, using the Force to push the button that brought the screen down. He took his datapad from a drawer in the nightstand and fired up the projector, his library of downloaded holomovies lighting up the tarp. Pulling you against his chest, he left a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead before holding the pad out to you. “You pick. Then we can get some dinner, sleep, and decide if we want to just relax here for the next few days or fly anywhere you want.”

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my second request: I'd love to read any headcanons you might have for ftm katakuri? 🥺❤️

a/n: took me a bit to get around to this but hell yeah i do!! >:D

ftm/transmasc headcanons (Katakuri)

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A hypermasculine man who's incredibly secretive and feels like he has to blockage himself up just to hide the "vulnerability" of him eating? Yeah, I can see a few trans hcs for Kat

Kata has an easier time than most on the Grand Line with getting his hrt and gender affirmation surgery just based on the sheer resources Big Mom has alone

He can't help but feel at times it's a performative acceptance though - that oh, he's just another diversity point for Mama's utopia so of course she'd take in his new identity with open arms without fully understanding him or why it's so important

He got a few confused looks from his siblings as well at first, but they got used to it over time; so long as Katakuri played the new role he so desperately wanted as a son with absolute perfection, he was allowed to make the change

I think it's important to note as well considering their age that this smooth transition was partly because Katakuri identified as a binary trans man who got the hormones he needed and "looked the part" post-haste somewhere in his early teens (but having always been described as a 'tomboy' even before that)

So it was easy for his cis peers to wrap their heads around the idea that oh, their brother was just a guy trapped in a girl's body, or some similar false sentiment that a trans person's person wasn't their own

Brulee was the first one to notice, with the help of her devil fruit, just how much her older sibling would avoid mirrors and resent the image reflected back to him, how he'd force himself not to flinch whenever someone got too close to his body but the absolute tension he carried everywhere was obvious

The rumors weren't too ridiculous back then, he was still a boy (with unfathomable expectations of being Big Mom's "best" on his head) allowed to sleep in his own bed, and Brulee was the one who saw just how many times he wanted to sink into it

If there ever was anyone kicking up a fuss about it when they were young, Brulee would be the first one to tell them off - even if it was an older sibling - and the second to jump to Kat's aid was Oven (very much in a "I don't quite understand this but I love you so I'm going to support you regardless" dudebro kind of way)

It was a huge relief to see how much happier Kata seemed after his gender affirming care, although with that did come the heavy burdens of masculinity - further burying his emotions not just for the sake of his beloved family, but also because that's just not what men did and that's how it always was/would be

Katakuri was very obsessive about passing growing up, he'd agonize over his posture, speech, mannerisms, anything to make sure he was walking the walk and talking the talk - where he'd been so desperate to avoid mirrors before, now he was constantly checking them subtly from the corner of his eyes to make sure he was performing his role (masculinity) well

It takes years and Katakuri well into his adulthood to disentangle presentation from identity, he hates to admit it but it's not like he was raised in a vacuum; the prejudices and hypocrisies of Tottoland have seeped well into his bones and now it's up to him to contend with that for his own sake and younger siblings, cherished family, who fall under similar but different umbrellas along the way

So, for a long, long time, he doesn't - Kata believes he has the luxury of simply not thinking about it because he has "more important things" to keep his mind occupied, to keep that nagging feeling that something's not quite right tucked deep in the recesses of his psyche

Times are changing, however, and Katakuri quickly realizes that within this New Era there are more and more people living their lives unrestrained, unbound by the confines of rigid gender stereotypes that he fought tooth and nail to uphold within himself, desperately beat imperfections away in spite of himself to fit the mold he was taught time and again he was supposed to embody

But now he sees that he sees the error in his ways, he's scared, scared of what that means for his identity, scared to face the queer siblings he's unintentionally hurt with these impossible standards, and for the first time in a long time Katakuri finds himself woefully out of his depth

And that leaves him with no choice but to ask for help or get washed beneath the new waves of progress