#[ had to think on it overnight cause words weren't working ]

[metalmonki]

The Dating Odyssey: Eddie

Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Jim Hopper/Jonathan Byers x fem!reader

3.5k word count

fluff, idiot reader, reader who can't say no, choose your own adventure-ish

Part 1 / Steve's Ending / Jim's Ending / Billy's Ending / Jonathan's Ending

That night you had a fitful sleep. You couldn’t stop thinking about who you would choose and how you were supposed to let the other guys know you weren’t interested. You gave up trying to get any decent sort of sleep at 4am. You instead choose to hop up and get ready for work. You showered, dressed, had breakfast and your morning coffee and waited for the time to roll around for you to go to work. When they time finally rolled around you collected all the essays Carol left you to mark and packed them into your bag. A smile playing on your face. You couldn't wait to see her reaction when all her students got A's it was also a great distraction to the current situation. You grinned as you made the quick walk from your apartment to your car. The whole drive to Hawkins High you kept glancing over your bag. If Eddies plan worked and this landed Carol in hot water you would have to find a way to thank him. When you reached the school you quickly grabbed your bag and hurried through the doors. You had not taken 5 steps inside when you were stopped by a voice behind you.

“Ah Miss y/l/n just who I wanted to see”

“Of Principle Higgins sir how can I help you?” You turned around facing him

“I need you to cover Miss Perkins English classes today she has come down sick and can't make it”

“Oh I would be delighted to sir” You smiled a little too excited

“Okay well her classes rotate with yours so you should be fine let me know if you need any help” Principle Higgins walked off towards his office

Taking Carols classes meant you weren't going to be leaving early today like a normal Monday but at least you could pull off Eddies plan without Carol knowing until it was way, way too late to change anything. You were so going to have to track him down after school let out to tell him though, he was going to freak out. You headed off to your classroom to begin setting up for the day. You knew you were going to need to use your time this morning as well as recces and some of lunch to make sure all the classes went smoothly. The bell rang at 8:30 and most of the students filled into your room. Actually it was almost all of the students except of course the usual suspects Lucas, Dustin, Mike, Will and Max. About 5 minutes into your lesson the classroom door slammed open and all 5 of them came crashing into the class tripping over each other, yelling and screaming.

“Oh hay y/n, uh sorry we're late we all kinda slept in” Dustin spoke up

“You all slept in? I find that hard to believe” You crossed your arms trying to be serious but at the same time wanted to laugh at them

“Yeah, we were playing DnD at Eddies trailer like all day yesterday and it got super late so Eddie let us stay because his a really nice guy like that and anyway as I said he let us stay overnight and we all really slept in and it's like extremely difficult to wake Eddie up cause he sleeps almost completely naked and none of us really wanted to go wake him so we had to flip a coin and Mike lost but he was way to much of a wuss to go into Eddies room so...”

“Dustin, Dustin, ssh just take a seat and see me after class, way to much information dude geez” it took all your strength not to laugh and the image of an almost naked Eddie wasn't helping either.

The party apologised and took their seats while you resumed the lesson. Today's lesson was a practical lesson. After you re-explained the instruction everyone broke off into their lab groups to do the experiment. Many of the other students where whispering amongst each other about Dustin using your first name and the casualness between the group and you. The obvious concern was if their all friends with the teacher does that mean the teacher will give them an easy pass. But just because they were your students and you guessed your friends doesn't mean they were going to get an easy pass. Senior science passed quickly but before you could move on to Eddies plan you needed to speak with Dustin and the others. The group remained seated and waited for all the other students to file out of the classroom before saying anything.

“Hay we're really sorry for being late to class it wont' happen again” Mike spoke up when the last student left the class

“I don't care about that” You said “Just try not to make me almost burst out laughing in front of my class again”

“We can do that” Lucas smiled

“Great whose class do you have next?”

“Carols english class” Dustin rolled his eyes

“Oh sweet so I'm teaching her class today so I won't have to write you guys a note, I just have one quick guestion”

“Sweet best teacher her” Max cheered

“Whats your question?” Mike asked

“Where does Eddie live?”

“He has the trailer across from Max out at the trailer park” Will spoke up

“We're headed out to Max's after school if you want us to show you?” Dustin offered

“Yeah sure I'll drive yous but uh someone may need to sit on the floor or the back seat will be very crowded”

“Oh Eddies going to pick us up so we can split between the cars” Dustin said

“I am so going with y/n I am not getting in the back of Eddies van again” Max said

The kids slung their bags over there shoulders and you all began walking in one large group to the next class room. Once they were seated you retrieved the large pile of essays from your bag. As you called the roll you had them come up and collect their essays. Whispers broke out all over the classroom as students started to realise they all got As. You had a small giggle at their excitement before calming them down and explain the class for the day. It was simple read the next few chapters in the book they had been reading and answer a simple question for homework or they could do it during class if they had time. When the recces bell range you were super excited about the rest of the day and how the rest of the students would react to their As. Recces was spent preparing for your next science lesson and picking chapters and questions for the next 2 English classes. The science lesson went by in a blur due to your excitement to get to the next English lesson. You may have been more excited and moved faster then your students when the bell rang to signal the end of class. Normally this is the point of the day where you would be headed to the staff room to finalize your paperwork for the day so you could leave at lunch time. But instead you had 3 more English classes all of which you decided to keep simple. Read the chapters answer the question. Most of Carols students wouldn't be taking home homework tonight if they worked fast enough. You took a seat at the teachers desk called for silence and began calling names and handing out essays. Just like before the As were met with excited whispers. Rinse and repeat until the last bell of the day sounded. A smirk broke out on your face as you raced to pack your bag and get out of there for the day. When you entered the hallway you were met with a commotion.

“Excuse me! Coming through! Move people move!” Dustin's voice rang out down the hall

Soon the group of misfit teens stood before you Dustin in the lead.

“You lot ready to go” You laughed

“Been ready to leave since I walked in this morning” Dustin threw him arms around in over exaggerated movements

“Great I just need to drop some stuff in the office and we'll be good to go if someone wants to go let Eddie know the plans” You looked between the kids

“I'll go” Dustin said running off

You shook your head at the boy and started towards the office with the others trailing behind you. They all apparently wanted to go in your car because they didn't trust Eddies driving, not to mention his van didn't have any seats in the back. You made your way quickly to the office, dropped all your paperwork on your desk and left before anyone could pull you up. You quickly made your way to the school parking lot the group still chatting away behind you. They always seemed to have something to chat about. You'd even noticed them passing letters in class but you never pulled them up on it because the always done there work and it didn't really seem like much of a distraction. You opened the doors to the parking lot to find Eddie conveniently parked next to your car. Dustin had already climbed into Eddies van and was impatiently yelling at you all out the window. You and the kids basically jogged over to your car. You opened up the car from them before quickly turning to Eddie who was standing patiently beside his van.

“Hay Munson” You smiled

“Hay y/l/n did the plan work?” Eddie had an evil smirk

“Thats for me to know and you to find out, now get in that death trap and lead the way” You laughed climbing into your car.

Eddie quickled climbed into his van and roared the engine to life. He speed out of the parking lot, leaving you to curse and try to speed to keep up with him. The last thing you needed was a speeding ticket or worse to be pulled over by the sheriff. But you made it to the trailer park without incident. Eddie brought his van to a stop outside what you guessed to be his trailer. You pulled up alongside the van. The teens immediately started falling over each other to get out of the car. Once out they ran screaming at each other to a trailer almost directly across from the one you were park outside of.

“I'm guessing that's Max's place?” You said to Eddie

“It sure is, and this is my castle” Eddie stretched his arms out while looking at his trailer “So sweetheart is there a reason you wanted to know where I lived?” Eddie smirked at you

“Oh well I wanted to come tell you how your plan worked out”

Eddie motioned to the front door of the trailer. He went first holding open the front door like a gentleman. Someone had really raised this man right. You stepped into Eddie trailer and couldn't help but look around. You found yourself stood in Eddies open lounge and kitchen area. The walls where decorated with mugs and caps. His uncle Wayne's he told you when he noticed you look. He guided you down the hallway that stood just off the kitchen. The hallway was small and had only two other doors in it. One lead to a tiny bathroom and the other was Eddie's room. And it was exactly what you thought Eddies room would look like. The guitar he played the other night hung on the wall next to a mirror that was almost covered in everything heavy metal. He had heavy metal band posters on the walls and a recorder player with a large pile of records and cassettes next to it. The room was a messy, the bed unmade. It truly matched the man that lived in it.

“I thought you said your Uncle lived here too?” You said

“Oh he sleeps on the couch, his never really home anyway his always working” Eddie shrugged “Now how did our plan go?”

You gave Eddie a big grin before jumping at him. Eddie despite being taken by surprise was able to react fast enough to catch you wrapped his arms under you butt to hold you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

“It worked perfectly Eds!” You giggled “And guess what Carol wasn't even there today so she had no idea what's just happened”

“Yeah Henderson wouldn't shut up about his A” Eddie chuckled

You stopped giggling and moved back from Eddie. He placed you gently on the floor but kept you in his arms. One of his hands came up to move a stray hair away from your face. Before you could react his lips where on yours. The kiss was full of love and passion. You found your hands moving back around Eddies neck and coming to a rest in his wild curly hair. His arms where wrapped around you waist holding you firmly against him. You never wanted that kiss to end. There was something in that kiss, something that seemed to make your decision for you. Your heart wanted Eddie but your brain was screaming at you that you couldn't go into a relationship with Eddie built on lies. You needed to tell him about the other dates. Steve was right they all deserved to know. You broke the kiss. You pulled back and looked up at Eddie.

“I'm sorry I couldn't help myself” Eddie blushed

“No Eddie I'm sorry” You sighed looking down to the carpet not wanting to face the man in front of you. The man whose heart you were probably about to shatter.

“You've done nothing wrong” Eddie placed a finger under your chin forcing you to look up at him.

“I lied to you Eddie” Your eyes started to fill with tears.

“Lied? About what?” Eddie tried to chuckle

“I did go on a date with Jonathan” You said “And with Steve”

“Shit, shit, shit” Eddie put his hands on his head and turned away from you

“I'm sorry Eds, I also went on a date with Billy and Hop over the weekend too” Might as well give him the whole picture you thought

“4 other dates, Jesus Christ!” Eddie was trying to keep his voice down but he was now pacing his room “I...I need time to think”

Eddie took off out of his trailer leaving you alone. You heard his van roar to life. The sound tear your heart to shreds. You fought back the tears that were about to fall and left Eddies trailer. You walked across the road to Max's trailer. You could see the teens peeking out a window clearly interested in what was happening between you and Eddie. But when they seen him speed off and you come walking out on your own they quickly ducked away from the window clearly not wanting to get caught. You knocked on the door of Max's trailer and she was super quick to answer.

“Oh y/n your still here” Max tried to act like she hadn't just seen you walk across the road from Eddies

“Yeah, uh, I'm actually about to head off and just wanted to see if anyone here needed a lift home” You said trying to sound happy

“No we're good here, Steve and Nancy where going to give us all lifts home” Dustin called out

“No problems, see you at school tomorrow” You called back

You waved to Max and made your way back to your car. You made the drive back to your apartment slow. So slow in fact that you got pulled over by none other then the sheriff himself. You cursed silently to yourself and wiped at the tears that had stained your face. You pulled the car over safety, Hop pulling in close behind you. Hopped climbed out of his car and walked towards your face head down not paying attention writing something in a note book. He only looked up when he got to your car.

“You do realise you were driving way below the speed limit right?” He said looking up “y/n what are you doing all the way out here?”

“Breaking hearts apparently” You sniffled

“Oh hay honey what's the matter?” Hop opened your car door and kneeled down beside you

“I just told Eddie Munson that I went on dates with not only him but you and 3 other guys this weekend” You spilled out before you could stop your self.

“Oh well that's impressive” Hop chuckled

“Your not mad”

“Oh I'm fricken' furious” Hop stood up “But ain't much I can do about it, just try to go the speed limit” Hop slammed your door a little too hard before walking back to his patrol car.

You sat in silence for a few minutes gathering your thoughts before starting on your way back home. Just as you pulled into your parking spot out the front of your building it started to pour down. Just what you needed you thought. The weather was just as miserable as you. You sat in your car and watched the rain run down the windscreen. You left your umbrella inside and you really didn't feel like getting wet. The plan was to wait for a break in the rain then make a run for it. You sat in your car for almost an hour with no signs of the rain stopping. It was then that you spotted a familiar mop of curly hair. Except the usually wild bouncy curl's where now soaked and flat clinging to the face of their owner. Eddie Munson was running through the rain and right to your door. He didn't see you sitting in the car. Instead he ran straight past and under the small amount of cover the front awning of your building provided. He rang the buzzer for your apartment and waited. You sat in shock, your brain racing to process what your eyes were seeing. Eddie pressed your buzzer a few more times but when there came no answer he dropped his shoulders and walked back out into the rain. You couldn't let him leave, you needed to apologise for everything, you needed to try to make things right. In one swift movement you were out of the car and standing on the side walk. Eddie had his back to you, walking slowly away.

“Eddie!” You shouted

Eddie spun on his heels. He jogged back over to you while you stood frozen in the rain. It was like a scene from a sappy romantic movie.

“You didn't answer the door” Eddie said coming to a stop in front of you

“I was sitting in my car” You said pointing to your car

“Look y/n I'm so sorry for everything” Eddie grabbed your hands “I love you, you drive me crazy in all the best ways, I want to be with you, I want to be yours and only yours forever, I spoke to Steve, Jonathan and Billy, I told them what you did and I told them I wouldn't force you to pick and they shouldn't either. It should be up to you. I don't know why you choose to go on so many dates, I don't know if you even liked any of us to begin with, I don't know if you love me as much as I love you, or if you want to be with me or if you've chosen someone else. All I do know is I couldn't let you go without tell you exactly how I feel”

You didn't know how to responded to Eddies speech. You didn't think there was any words good enough to say to something like that, so you did the one thing you knew would get across what you were feeling. You wrapped your arms around Eddie neck and pulled him into a kiss. Something Eddie accepted without delay. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you flush against him. Your lips moved perfectly together like two pieces of a puzzle. You were both completely soaked by this point but neither of your cared. Anyone walking past would think you were trying to completely every romantic cliché ever invented. You eventually pulled apart trying to fill your lungs with much needed air. Eddie smiled down at you still holding you in his arms. This all felt so right. You knew you found the one for you.

“Do you want to come inside and have a hot shower?” You asked

“That would be wonderful it's freezing out here” Eddie laughed as you ran to the front door of youe apartment.

#jim hopper #eddie munson x reader #jim hopper x reader #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things

[cupidlovemail]

( genshin impact ) kazuha x reader

reader :: gender-neutral, inazuma escapee

genre :: (melancholic) fluff

word count :: 1.5k

warnings :: mentions of war

characters :: kazuha, beidou, raiden shogun

The creaking of the boat lurching under you is almost enough to lull your mind back into a deep sleep, however the pit in your stomach instead forces you to sit upright in bed. You nearly hit your head in the cramped space under the bow of the ship, unable to see anything in the darkness of your room. While you truly did appreciate Beidou aiding in your escape to Liyue you also missed not waking up with pains in your back. You reached up to stretch your shoulders, twisting your torso and letting out a yawn.

Switching your head to the opposite side of the bed, you lay back down with your arm over your eyes. Being away from home only caused you to deeply miss what you had left behind. The doubts swirled in your mind, working their way into the pit of your stomach and driving you mad. Every experience since leaving the dock at Inazuma had been rough, difficult, and tiring, and the end was barely in sight. There was nothing out here except for you, the boat, and the vast expanse of the ocean.

Well, and him.

You reach over the side of the cot to grab your lantern to light it, blinking rapidly through the pain of the sudden bright light. Swinging your legs over the side of the bed and catching yourself as the boat rocks far to the right, you steady yourself before exiting the small room.

It was a storage closet, really, and the only place on the boat that didn't already have an owner. Beidou had looked at you with a pitiful expression as she told you her clauses: you would have no proper bedroom, you had to help with the chores, and you would never be able to go home. Fearful and cold after waiting at the dock in Ritou overnight, you couldn't imagine saying no. When you had reached out to shake her hand she instead threw her arm around your shoulders, a laugh booming out of her.

“Ah cheer up, it won't be that bad! I promise we won't throw you overboard or anything.”

And she was right, it really wasn't that bad. The crew was agreeable for the most part, and by this point you knew who to avoid. You fulfilled your end of the bargain by helping them with the chores of cleaning and maintaining the boat. The work could be hard at times but it wasn't anything you weren't used to, and it was much harder to simply exist in Inazuma during a time of war and strife. And, probably the best of all, you had met him on the journey.

A smile creeps onto your face as you slowly navigate the hallways of the boat, your lantern guiding the way. Never did you expect to meet someone who shared the same troubles as you. You bonded with him quickly in the short period of time you had been with the Crux Fleet, the two of you both having fled from Inazuma in the wake of a travesty. Beidou, while great company, had never lived under the oppressive rule of the Raiden Shogun herself and could only provide her sympathy and apologies.

You push open the door leading to the main deck, blowing out the flame in your lantern and hanging it on a nail in the wall. Your eyes grow wide at the sight of the stars reflected in the deep blue ocean, the chill in the air not enough to shake your amazement. Slowly walking over to the side of the boat you lean onto your hands and stand on your tip-toes. Without any land in sight the sky was almost indistinguishable from the sea, if you happened to go overboard you didn't think you would be able to tell if you were falling down or being lifted up.

“You're awake?” A voice softly calls out from above you, carried by the wind. You're greeted with a wave and a smile from Kaedehara who was perched high above you on the prow.

“Couldn't sleep,” you reply, smiling back at him. He notices how it doesn't quite reach your eyes, however, and is quick to pat the wood beside him and gesture for you to join him. You do, slowly climbing up towards him and accepting the hand he extended to help you balance. As you settle in next to him your nerves begin to fade, washing away like the ocean tide going out in the morning.

“Something on your mind?” He asks gently, and you slowly shake your head. Kazuha pulls one of his knees up to his chest and rests his chin on it, his eyes fluttering shut.

A reasonable silence envelopes the two of you, no words needing to be said. Being able to see a clear, open sky was a privilege you were only just starting to get used to. Inazuma was surrounded in permanent thunderstorms that blotted out both the sun and the stars. You could stare at the sky endlessly and never catch a glimpse of anything that existed beyond the storm. Life in Inazuma brought seclusion and fear that only grew worse with the war, something that was never brought up between you and Kaedehara. You knew some of what he had experienced, hearing bits and pieces from Beidou's crew as you were running back and forth to clean up dinner dishes one night. An explanation wasn't needed when you were the same on the most fundamental levels, you understood the turmoil he must have experienced the first time he parted from the land he was supposed to call home. You catch yourself stealing glances towards the man sitting beside you, the way his hair shone in the moonlight almost distracting you from your thoughts entirely.

The only sound that filled the air was that of your breathing, melding into Kazuha's as if you were one and the same. And, perhaps, at this moment you were. Not a single person stirred as far as the eye could see. The fish beneath the gentle waves never emerged near the surface, their glittering scales a faint memory in your mind. Your eyes begin to droop. You almost wished you could live in this moment forever, suspended similarly to how the sky strings the stars through the clouds. The moon, full and bright, the only light you needed to navigate your way through life.

Kazuha stretches his arms above his head and lets out a sigh, shaking you out of your daydream. “Are you falling asleep on me?”

“Just thinking…” you reply, trailing off as you tip your head backwards to get a better view of the sky. “It's so different in Liyue.”

“Much different than home.” Kaedehara matches your position, reclining back on his palms to watch the stars with you. “But beautiful.”

“Home... I don't even know if I can call it that anymore.”

He hums, gently shutting his eyes. “Home does not necessarily reflect the location of one's birth. The connection will always be there, but the heart need not linger on it.”

“Do you think you'll be a wanderer forever?” You ask, nearly blurting it out in the middle of his sentence. It had been on your mind for a while, he seemed so at ease no matter where he was despite what he had gone through to get to this point.

“Perhaps.” Kaedehara sighs, “is there truly anything better in life than the sound of the seagulls at dawn and a glass of wine at sunset? I may treasure the brief journeys inland, but my heart feels one with the sea now.”

“Ah…” is all you're able to answer with. Perhaps the two of you did have differences after all - while Kazuha had grown accustomed to the wind in his hair you desired nothing more than to settle down somewhere safe. Life on the sea was unpredictable, the waves could churn at any point and nobody really knows what hides beneath the surface. Inazuma was the same way, just as things seemed to be looking up they would collapse in on themselves. When courageous people began making fake visions to be confiscated instead of their real ones, arrests became more common. When care for the injured seemed to be advancing, new illnesses began to form. You desired nothing more than a comfortable place to rest, a place where no harm could come to you or the people around you.

“When you find a place that speaks to your heart I would like to come visit, if you'll have me.” He keeps his head to the sky, a small smile on his face. “Who knows, maybe I'll come to enjoy it more than I expect?”

“Do you ever wish you could go back? To Inazuma, I mean,” you ask, keeping your gaze centered on the full moon above the gentle waves.

He pauses, a tender silence filling the brisk air. The two of you sit, unmoving, and you hesitate to take a breath lest it breaks the peaceful air between you.

“I don't.” Kazuha finally answers. You almost expect him to say more but he instead lulls his head to the side, gently resting it against your shoulder.

“Neither do I."

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #sfw #fluff #my writing

[ddoxhan]

forever, winter

can we stay this way forever?

word count : 1.3k

genre : fluff, first snow with winter; gn!reader x idol!winter

tw : none :)

status : one-shot; pt. 1/2; part 2

a/n : would recommend to play ‘forever’ by aespa while reading, it gives off winter season vibes :3 enjoy !!

"minjeong!"

seeing the first snow was always heart fluttering. especially with the person you love the most. as she rushed downstairs hearing the yelp, her concerned expression formed into relief and joy.

"isn't it beautiful?"

"you say that every time we see the first snow."

"well because it is, don't you think so?"

"I do, I just think it's more stunning with you sat at this very spot every year."

"oh, cut the cheesiness. I'm getting goosebumps."

two cups of hot chocolate with marshmallows and her favorite pochacco blanket were undeniably the best combo you could ever think of. the girl slept in slumber, letting out a few tiny snores.

she had been working on her group's newest ballad; which she was clearly over stressing herself with. it was too good for it to not be released along with their upcoming full album. you just knew people were gonna like it, no scrap that, people were gonna love it.

sometimes you just wished minjeong wouldn't be so hard on herself. to be honest, you weren't one to say anything about it as you tend to want things to be 'perfect' too. but because you knew how it felt, you didn't want her to feel the guilt and disappointment when the desired results aren't achieved.

you were thankful that she had four days off, so that she could rest and enjoy the rest of the christmassy feels of december before the year ended. but knowing her, she would never want to stay indoors for the whole holiday. little did she know, you had a small surprise for her when new year comes.

as an hour or so went by, you saw her eyes fluttering open, showing that she was still drowned in the sleepiness.

"how long was I gone for?"

"hmm, an hour? I didn't wake you cause you looked so cute with your snores."

"argh! that's so embarrassing!..."

"honey, we've lived together for years."

"but still! I want to always show you the best of me..."

"kim minjeong, we've went through this before. don't tell me you want me to narrate that time you rushed out without much makeup and I was literally blown away with your beauty."

"no! that's because my dance lesson ended late, plus I probably looked disheveled after practice."

raising a brow at her words, she returned it, making you break character and laughed your asses off.

the night went by with you showering her with endless compliments although you lack vocabulary and her turning red every now and then.

the time she was performing on stage, the time she was recording in the studio, the time she had a photoshoot.

the time she squealed seeing the puppies at the cafe, the time her eyes sparkled as she had her favourite lasagna in ages, the time she learnt how to ride the bicycle.

just her. every moment you remember were all infused with her in it and you can't be more grateful. to have her in your life and love her.

the snow had melted a little overnight as the sun seeped through the cracks of the curtain, waking you up. you looked to your side to see minjeong missing. that was when you noticed your sensory cells working, taking in the smell of freshly cooked bacon.

"we could've gotten McDonald's."

"oh, you're awake. nah, it's better to cook, we still had those ham and sausages we bought last week."

you nodded in reply, taking the seat with your back facing the garden. although you've loved the scenery of your garden, you had to let her take the one facing it when she gave you the puppy eyes. as if you weren't already a softie for her.

"let's dig in!"

"..."

"..."

"why do you like me?"

the dining table had always been quiet when you eat as you both knew that you two almost never talk while eating no matter how much any of you want to talk about something. you knew minjeong had something on in her mind.

"I don't like you. I love you more than you can imagine."

"it's morning, please spare my ears."

"alright, alright. it's because it's you."

"that's all? like anything about my appearance?"

from that, you knew it was about her looks again. she must've gone through the comments on media platforms about her again. and you knew that not everyone has the nicest things to say about others on the internet.

"you look beautiful, both inside and outside. minjeong, please don't put too much attention on those comments."

"I can't help! I just..."

she had all the reasons in her head yet they don't exist. every time she tries to find for a good solid reason to prove that the comments matter, she can't. silence engulfed the air as the staring competition went on.

"just?'

"just... fine, I give up. but it doesn't mean the comments don't matter!"

"I never said that comments don't matter. just the rotten ones. you have every right to read the comments but store the nice ones you come across and recycle the bad ones into motivation."

minjeong looks at you like you had grown a second head. not wanting to sound weird, you went with the cliché question.

"is there something on my face?"

"no no, I just found your smart side really sexy."

you were taken aback, not expecting her to be that straightforward with her choice of words. you could feel your ears burning a little, but played it cool before offering to wash the dishes.

as you grabbed for the washing gloves, you could feel arms wrapped around your torso. you recognized the vanilla scent, easing your nerves as you smiled at her snuggling into your back.

"thank you, baby. you're the best."

"to be honest, it's nothing compared to what you've done for me."

"don't say that! we both each other's safe haven. you were right, if I put too much of my mind onto the negativity, it would've just made me feel worse about myself."

"i'm glad I can make your feel better."

"as you always do."

you turned around to face her, her arms loosen a little but still holding onto you. you didn't mind whether the bubbles and soap were dripping onto the floor. what mattered was this angel in front of you.

so many years together, one glance into her orbs and you knew what she was thinking and vice versa of course. but she totally missed that playful smirk on you as you booped her nose with your gloved-hand.

she gasped, surprised but still smiley at your childishness. she got herself some soap from your gloves before doing the same as it grew into a bubble fight. but saw the end of it when you guys almost broke a plate.

"i'll finish up, get changed and wait for me?"

"where are we going?"

"somewhere."

demanding for an answer, she glared at you, failing miserably as you just chuckled at her cuteness. she still kept the glaring, making you give in as you didn't need a cardiac arrest on a very wonderful Sunday morning.

"I planned a course for our date today so our first stop would be the city park that opened last month."

"really?! oh my god, you should've told me!"

"it was supposed to be a surprise but my dear maltese was impatient."

"it still is! I'll go up now, I need to find the best fit for us. we're gonna take so many pictures today!"

she rushed to your shared room excitedly, swearing you saw a tail wagging intensely with excitement and anticipation for the day. you just couldn't contain that smile of yours whenever it came to her. her antics always made you smile. she always made you smile.

#winter #kim minjeong #aespa #aespa fluff #aespa imagines #aespa scenarios #aespa x reader #winter x reader #Spotify

[willowedwisteria]

Summary -> The kids need some love <3

Note -> This is STRICTLY PLATONIC!! I will not tolerate anyone sexualizing the kids. (I'm not including Sayu/Qiqi because I've been super busy)

Genre -> Fluff

Featuring -> Klee, Qiqi, Diona, Sayu

Diona

Once, you had taught her to be prideful of her species, of her special ears and tail, of her night vision and enhanced senses. It was something that she needed to know.

You had heard constantly about customers getting way too drunk and pulling on her tail and ears, or even asking her to meow for them.

It was completely inappropriate and you had no respect for such things.

Being the good older sibling and/or parental figure for her, she had always advised her to approach Jean, Amber, Eula, or yourself if you were around whenever trouble stirred up in the Cat's Tail.

When she approached you with a stern scowl on her face, the only thing that seemed out of place for this serious look of hers was her upright ears and her tail facing you - which meant she was happy that you were back in Mondstadt.

She had suggested a game plan to stop and get back at her patrons and needed your help for just a single shift at the bar. You immediately concurred with her suggestion.

Though, you would have thought twice if you knew what she needed your help with.

"Your gr-!" A patron barged in, "ace...?"

There you were, a face as red as a tomato, cat ears adorning your hair, and a tail to match at your back.

"W... welcome."

You couldn't believe you were doing this, but there was no backing out now.

Diona seemed to be quite content with you being here. None of the patrons seem to be bothering her, some might have even woken up from their drunken stupor because of you.

Of course, you weren't a big fan of how the master plan turned out. However, she seems to be quite comfortable now and is even chatting with a few patrons.

"You owe me a drink, alcohol-free please." You remarked.

Diona grinned, "On the house for you, your grace!" She slid the drink to you.

You sighed and took a small sip as many of the customers left due to either shock from you, or the fact that most of them have been staying here overnight.

You slowly pat her head, softly scratching behind her ears. "Good work."

Klee

You never expected to be babysitting when you have the position of a literal deity, though it wasn't as bad as you expected. Once in a while, Klee would cling to you during your visit to Mondstadt, and - oh boy - she would not let go of your clothing.

"B- but! Can't I just see their grace for a while longer?" Klee sniffles audibly to Albedo, "Last time they went on their super-duper longggggg trip, I didn't see their grace for... for... years!"

It was just a month or so, but I think time passes by much quicker in a child's mind.

With her whines and complaints and Albedo's sudden busy schedule because he had pushed some of his experiments aside to see you when you visited, Albedo had no choice but to agree.

And let me tell you, Klee can be coth a ball of absolute sunshine and joy, but also completely obliterate the fish ponds in your personal garden that the Hydro Archon and Dendro Archon built personally for you.

When she was chided especially by Venti since, in her own words, "Mr. Zhongli and Ms. Ei look too scary!"

Once, during your trip to Wuwang Hill in search of Hu Tao's assistance, Klee desperately wanted to join you and you decided to take her along.

Maybe, just maybe, you should have told her about the courage test going on around there.

Cardboard ghosts scared the life out of her, screams from distance caused her legs to begin to shiver, and the cold atmosphere and mist made everything worse in Klee's ruby eyes.

She spots a sign ahead of her and points to it, catching your attention. 'Hold your loved one's hands during this eerie adventure! Be careful about what lurks in the dark and stay together!'

"Hold my hand, your grace!!" She lets go of the fabric of your clothing, and reaches her hand out to you, "The sign said to hold your loved one's hand!"

A soft laugh escapes your lips and you bend down slightly and she wraps her small hand around your index finger, a gentle grip on it as you swing your arm and her's back and forth.

"Let's go visit Hu-, the mysterious ghost sister, alright?" You happily exclaimed.

"Is the ghost sister scary?"

You shook your head, "No! After all, I think you'll be fond of her."

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[minthy-fresh]

♟: Patching up a wound

"It is not that serious, Knight Commander. It will heal itself up in a few days." Regill frowns as he gingerly traces an armored finger on the side of his face where a brimorak had scratched his face during the previous battle, its scratches deeply red. "Spending such medical resources on a superficial injury is extremely unnecessary." Laira sighed and frowned upon this, though this was not an unexpected reaction. She pulled open the scroll that the Logistics council had given her and unrolled it in front of him.

"Paralictor, I have personally ensured that Dorgelinda has gone through the logistics of spending these "excessive medical supplies", and I can confirm based on her advice that taking some bandages to patch up your injuries will not in fact drain our medical resources. Besides, if you get an infection from this, I wager we will have even more chaos among the regiment." She rolled the scroll back up and looked down upon him. "So, now that we have gotten the Logistics Council involved to support my claim, please allow me to treat that wound." Regill drew his mouth into a tight line, but the slight grumbling indicated that he was at least willing to hear her out this time. "Very well, if you so insist." Laira looked relieved as she gestured Regill to her desk and a stool, upon which she sat upon to shorten the height difference between them. She pulled out some bandages and a cloth as well as some potions and looked at him face to face.

"Thank you for the confirmation. This won't take long, I promise."

He grumbled again, but relented and closed his eyes, not changing his steely face as she got to work on treating the wound with a combination of healing magic and wounds.

Such moments were rare, weren't they?

Her thoughts rang out as she traced the wounds and lingered on them with healing magic. Mostly to heal, but partly out of a sense of tenderness. A flinch at first from him, but slowly he relented and let her do her work.

A gnome who was on the verge of death's door, and an inquisitor of The Lady of Graves. How odd of a pair, others had thought. And yet, the law and councils had sparked many a commonality between them, and it was no secret that without them, the Fifth Crusade would not have been as organized as it was. They had developed a sort of fondness for one another over their leadership and diligence, though there would still be hiccups when such diligence inevitably turned into stubborness.

She knew deep down that he could take care of himself, and that there were scars that he had gotten that were much deeper than this from his past. And yet, something about the fact that this wound was gotten from excursions around the Worldwound, from exploring with her.

It was all her fault again. She had caused this disorder to be present on his skin.

The stars shimmered as her thought began to spiral. She had to make it right somehow, she needed to order everything back to how it was once was, face unmarked, surely she could-

"Commander." Laira blinked and centered herself before clearing her throat, moving on to bandaging immediately.

"Yes. Apologies, these took a while to heal due to the demonic taint present, but I can assure you that it is healing and that the pain relief will kick in sometime soon, I-"

"The stars around you grew colder just now." She paused, taking a moment to collect her thoughts. "Did they? They do that sometimes when I think about what needs to be done."

"Hm. Right."

She hoped that bluff would be enough for him as she finished bandaging him up.

"It should be done by now. Keep that bandage on overnight and it should resolve itself by the morn tomorrow."

She got up from the stool and stretched, eager to get to work and turning away from Regill and beginning to mutter to herself. "Right, now to meet with Captain Odan regarding the marksmen, then work on those paper for the Nerosyan-" "Knight Commander, I need to have a word with you." Laira paused, but allowed herself to turn around and face Regill again. "Yes Paralictor?"

Regill continued to stare before putting his arms behind his back and letting out a deep sigh.

"You are very capable and are able to make sound decisions in the name of these crusades. However, the amount of work you have put on your plate has become insurmountable as of late. You will wear yourself out at this rate fussing about every single individual's issues. I will handle the meeting with Captain Odan on your behalf. Focus on the paper." She opened her mouth to speak out in defiance, but Regill put a finger up to communicate that he had more to say. In a rare moment, he paused and shifted uncertainly before finally spitting out words that surprised Laira.

"I am becoming....worried. Please, just let me handle this."

With that, he turned and walked briskly out of the office, leading Laira dumbfounded. She could swear that the ashen face of the Hellknight had for a moment flushed purple before quickly going away.

#knight commander laira #pwotr #regill derenge #i've never written this long before holy hell #how do writers do it #pwotr pals

[changingplumbob]

Villareal Household: Chapter 4, Part 6

Luna has figured out why she's having trouble bonding with her sons. Luckily she has a wonderful wife whose constantly cheerful attitude can brighten the day. Her sons have definitely inherited Devin's drama skills.

TW Deals with postpartum depression

In this part Devin and Luna work on not putting too much on Luna's plate, too bad the twins can't understand the assignment. The boys are dramatic (they're teething who can blame them) and Devin completes her first movie gig as the star actress.

p.s. If you're wondering wtf some of the words they say are, and like google translate like I do, Devin is Italian, Luna is German, and the infants only speak garble atm

Postpartum depression. The reason Luna has been feeling like an inadequate mother, had trouble bonding with her sons and gets easily upset when the boys get over emotional. No depression is solved overnight but knowing what is affecting her will help her and her family cope with the speedbump.

Rilian: ba nu do

Alfred: *snores*

Rilian is awake first and annoyed Alfred is still sleeping. He spots the bigfoot toy and has a sulk about not reaching it.

Devin: Buongiorno caro

Rilian: ga la doo

Devin: Are you babbling? Well done Rilian

Scooping him up Devin begins feeding him while Alfred wakes

Alfred: *wails*

Luna: This is so dirty

Devin: When you finish do you want to feed Alfred

Luna: I don't know...

Alfred: *wails*

Devin: It might help to know you can soothe him

Luna: What if I make it worse

Devin: Trust me, you won't, he's already shrieking, can't get much worse

Luna: Okay then, milk

Luna: Good morning schnuki

Devin: You got it Lu

Luna: Are you hungry? Do you want some milk? I made this myself, I promise

Alfred: *guzzles*

Luna: He's actually drinking my milk

Devin: Magical right? Okay Riian let's-

Rilian: *spits up*

Devin: Oh dear watcher, please let that not be in my hair

Devin: Let's change this

Rilian: *cries*

Devin: Oh piccolo, that can't have been fun to get out

Luna: What do I do now

Devin: Over the shoulder and burp

Luna: Come on Alfred, lets get some air out

Alfred: *spits up*

Devin: At least your hair is tied back

Luna: Tell me where the wipes are please

Devin: Who's all ready for tasting time

Rilian: Ga boo mi

Devin: Want to swap and I'll do that diaper

Luna: No I should try

Devin: Amore mio, Rome wasn't born in a day

Luna: I know but how bad can-

Alfred: *pees everywhere*

Luna: Disgusting

Devin: Try think of it as, he's marking you as his

Luna: 🙄

Devin: Let's start on tasting while mummy and Alfred get cleaned up

Rilian: Ta loo bu

Devin: You weren't sure about the banana slices so let's try them again. I know you're cautious caro but we need to be brave

Rilian: ca bo na boo *scoffs*

Devin: It looks like you love them! Well done being brave

Luna: Finally done

Devin: Good job Lu

Luna: How's Rilian

Devin: It seems he loves banana

Luna: Good

Devin: Did everything go okay

Luna: We're clean and Alfred is in his day outfit. We did pick pretty cute hats huh

Devin: You bet we did! They're so adorable!

Luna: Did I hear Rilian babble

Devin: Yes

Luna: They're so big already

Devin: Their hair is definitely getting fuller under their hats

Luna: Alfred, schnucki, can you try banana again for mummy

Alfred: *nibbles*

Devin: Come on caro

Rilian: Ga la du

Alfred: *smiles and scoffs*

Luna: Looks as if he likes banana too

Alfred: *giggles*

Devin: Where's mama

Rilian: ka goo

Devin: Here I am

Rilian: *WAILS*

Devin: Oh duck I broke him

Alfred: *WAILS*

Devin: Did he just... cry in solidarity??? Hey Lu, at least you didn't cause both of them to cry hysterically

Luna: Shush darlings, shush now

Devin: Mama won't do that again Rilian, promise

Alfred: *plays with food*

Devin: Thank the watcher he's settled

Luna: That crying because Rilian did... that was creepy

Rilian: *wails*

Luna: I didn't mean you were creepy

Devin: Calm down piccolo mio, you're okay

Rilian: *sniffles*

Luna: Mummy is sorry. Mummy loves you

Rilian: *smiles* ha la doo

Luna has a lecture she needs to prepare for so makes use of the hallway mirror. Meanwhile Devin puts both boys down in the lounge. They get themselves sleeping and she watches over their naps while knitting. Knitting helps focus her before heading to set.

Social media updates, check. Hair and make up, check. Costume, check. Practice lines till she's feeling confident AF, check. Devin is on set for Melodies of the City. It's her first movie gig and we're pretty excited about it. If she gets gold that will be her lifetime aspiration complete.

Devin: You're Levi right

Levi: In the flesh

Devin: I'm-

Levi: I know who you are, who do you think hired you

Devin: I just want to thank you so much for this opportunity

Levi: You've earned this. Your death in Residency of the Heart left me in tears

Devin: Really?

Levi: One of the best guest stars

Devin: That's so kind of you to say

Levi: I'm excited to have you on this

Pearl: Enough chatter, we have a schedule

Devin: Right, I'll just go eat then

Heading to the food Devin takes a moment to call and check in on Luna. It's a little hard to hear her over the noise on set but she sounds okay

Emily: What the-

Devin: I went to the toilet and when I went to put my costume back on it changed to this

Emily: Watcher help us

Devin: Oh gosh did I miss anything

Levi: You're right on time, we're about to start

Pearl: Places everyone!

Levi: You all have the skills... let's commit them to film!

It is raining inside and Devin is freaked out about what it will do to her hair, until she remembers she's in a wig. She tries to ignore the water and launches into the first dance sequence, tiktok eat your heart out! She has a few scenes with her first costar, launching herself fully in to the hug.

Next up, her first solo song. Despite her initial trouble finding the rhythm, she manages to keep on beat for the sequence.

Connor: Nice job

Devin: Aww schucks

Connor: They've made me blonde again

Devin: I saw, what's wrong with the brunette

Connor: Not leading man style I guess

Devin: Unbelieveable

After her first lot of scenes with Connor, Devin has another dance sequence to complete. It's a good thing she's confident as all eyes on set are on her! She follows the music, nails her moves, and throws in a few extra to be fancy. Dance achieved!

Connor: Ready to flirt up a storm

Devin: Born ready

ACTION

Devin and Connor begin the scene, infusing their characters with romance and chemistry. When it came to the kiss Devin took the lead, something she and Connor had decided would work earlier. From the claps in the studio, they were right.

Levi: That's a wrap everyone!

Devin: Must not forget the selfie

Connor: *sighs*

Devin: Cheer up. You were good in that

Connor: Why wont they let me be my natural colour

Devin: One day mate, now get in the frame

Connor: The lights are off

Devin: Who cares, we're documenting this achievement

The day is done and the results are in. Devin scores gold for her acting in this film. She has achieved her Master Actress aspiration!

Devin: Lu I did it

Luna: I knew you could

Devin: I just have to get out of costume then I'll be home

Luna: We can't wait to see you, can we *distant infant noises*

Following dinner it's more tasting time for the boys. Rilian likes carrot and Alfred loves it! Then I commit the worst crime, I feed them applesauce. They dislike it, I am an abomination! How did these boys get Devin's drama already? After the utter betrayal it's cuddles and time for bed.

Luna: Night night darlings

Devin: Time for sleep for you two and your floppy hair

Luna: Your ma came over

Devin: She did

Luna: She took the boys to the park while I studied, it was nice

Devin: That's good

Luna: Did you mention my-

Devin: I didn't, I wasn't sure if you wanted me to

Luna: Joey did😅

Previous Part ... Next Part

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[sterlingwhitvale]

[Propo] Would you tell us about the first time you met your wife?

He understood the necessity for this, but it still felt jarring to him. He felt like he was back home, capitol cameras shoved in his and their kids' faces. The lights were making him sweat and the extreme eye contact from the interviewer was unnerving. Despite knowing that these were friendlies, it felt odd to speak about his wife in a true and genuine manner. Everything he had said on Waking Up with the Whitvales had been practically scripted, to keep him from saying something that'd upset their evil overlords even further. He'd say she was beautiful. He'd say she was the love of his life. He'd say she was a wonderful and caring mother. Which of course, she was all of those things, but saying them as part of a performance meant to secure their safeties had always made the words felt cheap and counterfeit.

He took a deep breath, tried to loosen his shoulders and lose the lines between his brows that his wife was always smoothing out with her thumbs before she'd place a kiss in the very same spot. "You sure you want to waste tape with this?" he questioned, joking, "Despite it being the moment that changed my life, it might not seem very exciting to everyone else." he paused, "I had just done an overnight at one of the mills fixing a bale breaker. It was humid and muggy out, I was, god I don't even want to know what I was covered in. I was exhausted and wasn't paying attention and...Well, I quite literally ran right into her. She was comin' to see her dad, I think." Maybe it was because he had been missing her so terribly, her absence a large abyss in his chest, and the nostalgia made it feel a bit less, but he found himself revealing much more than he ever had on their show.

"The humidity caused the baby hairs to curl around her face, and you know, I had seen her look so mature and strong when she had been reaped, but it had made her look so young and innocent in that moment, it almost took me a minute to recognize her. --- But I did, and I said somethin'...Stupid, probably. But I guess it wasn't that stupid, 'cause she laughed. I remember standing there for something like 45 minutes, just talkin', shift changing over around us. And it wasn't until her dad came and found her that we were able to shut up. --- 2 days later I found her dad at work and asked about comin' round the house to talk to her. He agreed and, well that was that." His fingers absentmindedly played with the ring on a leather cord he wore round his neck. He knew this was all to show the people of 13, the capitol and beyond that the victors were real people with real lives, that they weren't just entertainment, and they, along with the rest of the citizens of Panem were worth fighting for. He knew the more he opened up, the more successful they'd be, but there were still somethings he wanted to keep just between the two of them. "We got married within the year, and had Jax within two years of meetin'. S'crazy how one random moment 'cause I wasn't paying attention to where I was walkin' changed the course of the rest of my life." He paused for a moment, knowing with all he and his family had been through, those words could be construed in a different way than which he meant them, so he decided to leave no room for confusion.

"And I wouldn't change a goddamn thing about it."

#sterling: likes to keep sentences to under 5 words if possible #sterling when asked to talk about his wife: ESSAY TIME BABY #( * sterling whitvale | asks. )

[masterwords]

running toward nothing (part eight)

Summary: Hotch is injured in an explosion while on overseas assignment, putting Derek in a difficult position both with the team and with Spencer who has spent the last few months inadvertently falling in love with him. (Set around 07x01 - It Takes a Village but canon divergent by a lot.)

Warnings: drug use/addiction, violence, food, lies, a lot of sex talk (sfw so far)

Words: 3k

Pairings: Hotch/Morgan established

Notes: This is for @tobias-hankel’ s Spencer Whump Challenge. My assigned prompts to do my evil with were Derek Morgan & Betrayal. We're coming up to it now, guys. And yeah, we're talking about s-e-x here a lot, and in the next chapter we will be getting pretty frisky again...I think at this point that's not very surprising right? But we're nearly there.

CHAPTER LIST

Read on AO3: Running Toward Nothing

**

They don't fight. They just don't.

That was the funny thing about them. Funny because if anyone watched them at work for any length of time, they'd think there were bound to be some knock down drag out brawls. In fact, at one point, Emily expressed her disappointment in how very little they did of any interest at all. “You're both so...boring...” she'd said, rolling her eyes. She'd expected that out of Hotch, sure, but not Derek too.

Sure, there were little bouts of bickering and some days it was almost constant, but that's par for the course. They simply don't have any reason to fight. On most things they see eye to eye or have built up enough patience (or tolerance) to let go of what might otherwise spark a fight.

Except now. Right now, Derek was pretty sure a fight was warranted. Maybe even necessary. Words weren't going to cut it this time. And when Hotch refused, left him hanging somewhere in fucking limbo...forgiven but still unbearably sad...he had to leave. Hotch may not want to fight but something was boiling just under Derek's skin and if it wasn't let out soon he might cause irreparable damage.

The problem was, when he got like this, he could usually just hook his hands behind Hotch's thighs and toss him onto the bed and they'd solve all of the world's problems with their pants off. And that was explicitly off the table, which is why he was in this whole mess in the first place wasn't it?

So he walked. And then he ran. Down the empty roads and flashing traffic lights pounding out miles and miles beneath his worn old tennis shoes. Normally running helped, it gave him just enough, but this situation was spiraling out of control and his fists were balled so tight at his sides he thought they might never unclench. Running wasn't going to cut it. (He knew why that was...)

The gym down the street from Quantico was open. Or, rather, its lights were on. The overnighters. Derek knew who he'd find there and he figured he could get through a few hours of meaningless conversation for the relief that the punching bags might afford him. Or better, if any of them were particularly squirrelly. Doctors, tweakers, police officers...the night crew, they called themselves. The guys who needed to let off steam and didn't exactly subscribe to that 9 to 5 life. Like Fight Club but with slightly less blood.

The stink of the gym washed over him and it was almost instant, he could feel the electricity crackling over his skin. This was where he needed to be, if he couldn't be in their bed anyway. He would rather Hotch bend him over, dig his hands into his hips so hard he left imprints and bruises...

“Yo, Morgan!” It was Denny, probably a tweaker but Derek didn't mind him much. Good guy, kept to himself mostly but tough as nails. “Wanna piece of me?”

“Nah,” Derek replied with a grin, approaching the other man with his hand extended in a warm greeting. First a shake, then a fist bump. “I want the whole damn thing.” He didn't feel like smiling, but it was a fake it til you make it sort of night. What he really wanted to do was hit something until his knuckles bled, or be hit until he saw stars. Either way, he had a lot of aggression to work out and Denny was clearly looking for the same high.

They never set out to hurt eachother, but a little blood on the floor was par for the course with the night crew, and the owners didn't mind it as long as they kept their cool and cleaned up their messes. Derek mopped up his own blood, his broken lip still dripping bright red eagerly down his chin. His shirt was a mess, but he felt great. His lip would probably do better if he could wipe the damn smile off of his face. He still wanted to hit the sack with Hotch as bad as ever, but he didn't need it as badly now. It'd just be nice. Really, really nice.

Over to Quantico and up to Hotch's office was his next move, not ready to head home just yet. It wasn't that he couldn't be there now, he was just beat. Bone tired.

He knew a couch that was free, and it was late enough he thought maybe he could get in a few hours before being discovered and having to field any number of questions he didn't want to answer. The weight of the key in his hand, unlocking an office that had been shut for so long and wasn't apt to be opened again for months...walking by this door used to give him a tightness in his chest, now it just felt dead. It smelled so familiar, but not at all like Hotch anymore. There was no guarantee it ever would again. If Hotch couldn't pass fitness for duty tests...well they'd cross that bridge later, it was too distant to really bother thinking about. He could barely walk; they weren't considering anything more than day to day mobility. (He felt sad for a moment, just a pang, until he reminded himself that his home smelled like Hotch now and the sheets and pillows in his bed and that helped.)

Derek rifled around in the desk drawers for a snack, a pouch of saltines or a fun size candy bar leftover from Halloween. Hotch always bought too much candy for trick-or-treaters and stored the excess here so they could all help themselves to an afternoon pick me up if they needed. They knew which ones to take and which to leave. Hotch liked the simple chocolate bars, no gimmicks. Hated the Milky Ways and all of the caramel gooey stuff, didn't like anything that stuck to his teeth. He was funny about that, and though he'd never complain if anyone took the ones he liked, they all left them. At this time of year, it was down to just the bars he liked and the stuff no one wanted...smarties and licorice, mostly.

He hated licorice, but he took out a pouch and ate it anyway, careful of his painful lip. Barely tasted it, really. He just needed something to stop his hands from shaking...a few hours getting the shit beat out of him had done a number on his blood sugar, so he ate two more tiny fun size packages of Twizzlers before deciding that was enough. It reminded him of buying pouches of off-brand licorice at the corner store with his sisters and sucking down apple juice through them like they were straws. Childish delights.

The couch accepted his plea for sleep eagerly, curling up on its thin fabric and searching out his favorite spot. Right between the springs that dug into your hips. If you tried to sleep without searching out those springs you'd definitely regret it when you tried to sit up and couldn't bend your spine.

He woke to the sound of his phone ringing. More than one missed call, but this one broke through. Dawn was barely creeping and spreading through the sky, seeping in through the windows. He'd intended to be home by now, dammit.

“Where are you?”

Derek knew that was what Hotch said, but it sounded more like one fuzzy thick sound. No formalities, those probably died in the empty hours between missed calls. Now it was just something akin to hushed panic swirled with immense relief.

“Needed to clear my head. I told Sean I was leaving.”

Hotch hummed and Derek could hear the worry pricking his breath. “He didn't know where...I was worried...” He actually said it. Carefully chosen words that shattered Derek's barely awake calm. He closed his eyes and pictured Hotch sleepy-eyed on his cane hobbling through the house looking for him with pillow creases on his cheeks and sleep matted hair. It made his chest ache.

“I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to...I'll be home soon.” Baby felt wrong, sounded wrong. He wished he could take it back. It hung there between them long after the call was disconnected, and somehow he found a store of energy so deep he was able to run home. Slow, perhaps, but sucking that chilly morning air into his lungs woke him up.

Hotch knew it would sound silly to just about anyone, but he could smell his office on Derek. There was something distinct about the dusty couch and the smell of his books and his paper. He practically lived there, it was familiar and it was a smell he missed deeply. Derek wrapped him in a hug, buried his face in Hotch's neck, and let out a long shaky sigh.

“I'm so sorry, Aaron,” he whispered. “I didn't mean to worry you.”

His shirt was covered in dried blood and his lip was split down the middle. Hotch didn't need to ask him where he'd been or what he'd been doing, and he certainly didn't need to ask why.

Spencer appearing at the door to pick Jack up for school was ill-timed, at least for him. The first time he'd seen Derek since they got off of the jet and he walked in to see them hugging in the kitchen. Fucking great, he thought bitterly. There had been just enough time over the last few hours to think maybe Derek would tell Hotch everything that happened and then Derek would be his. Because how could Hotch forgive that? It was silly, childish even, but he really couldn't fathom Hotch just being okay with it. So, seeing the hug, maybe Derek hadn't said anything, except Hotch didn't even look at him. No, maybe it's that he wouldn't look at him. So, he knows.

“Mornin'!” he chirped, because they were all going to play this fun game of nothing is wrong and nothing happened as everything stacked up to insurmountable heights. They all but invited him into the game with their complicit little hug, ignoring his presence entirely. Come join in the pretend parade.

The empty Vicodin bottle pressed against his thigh as he waved his way through the house toward Jack's room, making a brief stop at the bathroom on the way. He had to return it; he'd promised Emily. She didn't need to know the story he'd concocted, or how he did it, and hopefully she would never even bring it up but just in case...he wouldn't be lying this time.

Locking the door behind him, he stared at his face in the mirror and wondered if anyone had even noticed the dark circles under his eyes. He didn't fool himself into thinking it was the drugs, not yet. He'd only taken 3 of the damn pills but man he wanted more, he'd forgotten the way they not only killed the pain but made him simply stop caring so much. About everything. Except he wasn't sleeping, that pill bottle screamed at him like something right out of a Poe story. It might not have been throbbing beneath the floorboards but close enough.

Searching, he found a small drawer and slipped the empty bottle inside next to a few of Jack's things and some washcloths. Bath crayons and Vicodin secrets. Perfect. Hiding in plain sight. It could easily have been overlooked, and if it was empty? Well, Hotch had memory problems now right? He was hiding it well, but Spencer could see that he was doing a lot more hiding and masking than healing in that regard. He just talked less and made less eye contact, which was sort of a miracle because he already did them so rarely. But that bloody eye was fascinating to look at, still not fully healed, and Spencer found himself searching it out. But with Hotch's memory problems and Sean being...well, he'd always been sketchy, he had plenty of opportunity to cover his tracks.

Years ago he never would have considered that this might be where he'd wind up, but since the whole Emily situation he held lying in a slightly different regard. Lying to Derek hurt him a little, but Hotch had no regard for his feelings when it came to lies told and he was just...returning the favor, right?

He stared at the medicine cabinet and slowly clicked it open, just to see the inventory for himself. He'd thought about it many times since Jack so innocently handed him that bottle of sweet relief...and, it had helped, he hadn't had more than a dull throb since Jack put that bottle in his hands, really. Here and there, but knowing this existed was just about enough to keep it at bay. That top shelf was...well it screamed at him. He picked a bottle of hydros from the corner, looked at how full it was and the date the prescription was filled and smiled to himself...Hotch wasn't using these.(Or the oxy beside them, but he didn't touch them...not yet.) It was clear. There were others beside it, also full, but he didn't need to get greedy now...just two. Right onto his tongue, right down the hatch.

And then two more, because he thought maybe two weren't enough to walk back out by that kitchen again. Watching Derek wrapped around Hotch made him sick enough that he took two more for his pocket, for later. Pain and suffering, he named them. His fingers twitched eagerly.

He looked light as he walked Jack out the door a few minutes later, laughing and conspiring with the kid after saying their goodbyes. Like nothing had even happened. Like he wasn't feeling the warmth of his slow creeping high already spreading through him. It certainly made seeing Derek and Hotch together a lot easier to swallow.

And speaking of swallow, he knew pain and suffering were sitting in his pocket waiting for him. Later.

Derek glanced at the clock and decided he had plenty of time before he needed to leave for work, and he was starving. A full breakfast was on the agenda. And maybe an entire pot of coffee, he was dragging.

Hotch only picked at his plate (and didn't go for any coffee, he wasn't drinking much of it lately), between the pain and the pills his appetite was almost non-existent. He'd lost a lot of weight and it was still melting off. It smelled good though. It wasn't that he didn't want to eat, and he did try because Derek's breakfasts were second to none. He couldn't cook dinner for shit, but breakfast was his love language. They sat with their plates in silence, not exactly awkward silence but a volatile one. Derek could feel the crackle of a fight...it could go there this time. The way Spencer had just walked through, smiled, grabbed Hotch's kid without even so much as an apology or acknowledgment of what happened might be enough to set him off.

“Why?” Hotch asked quietly, breaking the silence. Derek sighed deep and long when he realized that it wasn't a fight Hotch was after, just a reason. Because he was searching for an answer that aimed directly at him. Derek could point his finger for something he did, and Hotch would apologize. He could take the low road to an easy win here. Taking advantage of Hotch's massive guilt complex was always on the table, but he wouldn't stoop so low even if he could rationalize a way that it did come back to Hotch at least sharing the blame.

“I was dreaming about you because I miss you...it's been months, Aaron. But that's not...it isn't why. There is no why. It was just a mistake.”

There were tears falling into Hotch's mostly untouched scrambled eggs and Derek knew he couldn't mitigate this damage. Making Hotch cry was about the lowest thing he could do. He didn't need to blame him, just gut him with the truth.

“I know. I...” Hotch had already found a way to blame himself, that much was clear, and Derek only served to confirm it for him. He'd played right into the trap laid. There were a number of reasons he'd put off even bringing up their scorched sex life, from being afraid of it being painful to being worried about what Derek would think about the new wreckage he kept sealed beneath sweatshirts. What a silly notion, though, Derek never had worried about the scarred landscape of Hotch's skin. All that worry, he knew now, had led Derek right into someone else's arms.

“We could...” he looked at Derek, eyes filled with tears and widened hopefully. Derek didn't mind the blood, he barely noticed it in his eye anymore, it was just Hotch and he looked so sweet leaning forward like he had a secret he wanted to tell. He cleared the emotion from his throat. “Try. We could try. If you want.”

Derek stopped chewing his bite of egg, his cheek still puffy and frozen in place. He couldn't believe his ears. “Really?” His mouth was full, and it made Hotch chuckle a little. He looked like a chipmunk, all wide eyes and puffy cheeked surprise. Derek was astonished...that was maybe the first time he'd heard Hotch laugh in weeks.

This breakfast was turning out to be interesting.

“Yeah.” Hotch was acutely aware that his proposal wasn't exactly sexy. It was clinical, but effective. Probably not much of a turn on, him sitting there with a spoonful of egg hovering just above his plate, primed and ready for a bite, and offering something he hadn't even mentioned in months. Right now, Spencer was still between them, the last person Derek had touched like that, and until he was moved out of the way Hotch couldn't put more of himself out there so this offer was about as much as he could muster but at least it was genuine. “I miss you too.”

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #spencer reid #criminal minds #hotchgan #mortch #fanfiction #may 2022 whump spencer reid challenge

[montgomeryzuma]

That grieving post reminds me of my experience as a father.

I'll be the first to say, my wife did the bulk of the work giving birth. I think it shouldn't have to be said, but I digress.

I brought her to the hospital two days before my twins were born. She was in incredible pain, could barely stand. We were sure it was labour. It wasn't, but everyone was fine. The hospital kept her for two nights. I wasn't able to stay overnight, I was told no overnight visitors unless she was in labour.

The night they sent her home, her water broke, we drove back to the hospital, they took her in, said she was in labour, and almost immediately sent me home, telling me not to come back until 8 am.

Despite being her husband, and the father of the children.

Once I came back, I was at her side the entire rest of the labour and birth. She was in pain, panicking half the day, stressed out, and afraid. And despite feeling some of that myself, I could do nothing aside from be there and encourage her.

Being twins, our boys were born at 33 weeks, five days. Their lungs weren't fully developed, and their bodies couldn't regulate their temperature yet. So they went into the NICU, into the giraffe units to keep them safe and warm.

We had no idea what we were doing. We didn't know if we were allowed to touch them, cause they were so small. My wife was terrified she'd hurt them, or do something wrong.

I was terrified by the fact that we were now responsible for these two tiny, helpless, perfect babies. I'd wanted to be a father. I chose to take this path with my wife, fully knowing it wouldn't be easy, but here we were, and it was terrifying. I had no one to ask for advice. No one to look to as an example. My wife had her mother, and mine, and cousins and aunts.

Our boys were in the NICU for 28 days. They were born in March of 2020. After 11 days, all visitors except the mother were banned from the NICU.

The hospital we were at has a Ronald McDonald house in the hospital proper, and we managed to get in right before they stopped accepting new families.

I stayed in the hospital, sleeping right next to my exhausted wife, unable to help except to make her more miserable with reminders and trying to rub the pain out of her body, for 28 days. For 17 of those days, I couldn't even look at my children. I couldn't hold them. I couldn't kiss them or hold their tiny hands.

And the world was falling apart. All I could do was make my wife miserable and play Xbox, and pace.

Once that misery ended, we were in a pandemic. Paranoid. Afraid of getting our still-tiny children sick. We had no visitors, no support, no help.

Then I had to go back to work. Afraid of bringing home illness, afraid of missing something happening at home, afraid of my wife getting overwhelmed and depressed by being home alone with two very small infants and no help.

My wife could talk to me, her mother, her friends, her cousins.

I had nobody. My wife was already so stressed out and worried all the time, I felt I had to be the rock for her. My father is a bastard, and I refuse to deal with him in any respect. My stepdad had never been a father to babies, and is a lousy husband. My brother is an idiot, and had his own problems. My friends had fallen out of contact as the pandemic got worse.

I still worry I'm doing the wrong things, taking the wrong steps, saying the wrong words. Are my responses to my kids behaviour appropriate? Am I scaring them? Are they learning enough? Am I doing enough?

And I have nobody. Everyone asks if my wife is doing ok, if things have been alright for her. It's assumed I'm fine.

It's so hard, and there's been so little change in the world as far as support for father's, and it legitimately hurts.

And I only hope change happens soon.

#idk how to tag this honestly #i know i have it easy compared to a great many people #but without any direct support for me as a man and a father #i have no idea if im doing anything right and im terrified I'll do wrong by my kids and wife

[trickshxt]

💏

fifty ways to kiss meme / @cthlicdevil / selectively accepting

because the world is saved

NEON SPILLS ONTO THE SIDEWALK ; rain laden concrete reflecting back pinks and blues in a cacophony of color. It’s dizzying to watch, or would be if he was. Instead, his fascination lies at the metal marble in the palm of his hand. A shining, metallic thing as cold as the reflections were bright. Perfectly contained within the palm of his hand.

Perhaps he’s had one too many. But it fascinates him, just how much sits there. A weapon. A toy. A decoration. His own world is a violent one and he wonders if it were anything else if this would be with him, in his hand, on his person. Did what you carry make the world, or did the world make you carry what you did? “You know that hymn?”

Matt’s arm shifts in his, a smile tugging on lips that Barney feels are far too amused for how much the man is leaning on him. (Or is it the other way around?) “Which one?”

Barney’s nose wrinkles. Choir boy he is not. “He got the whole world in his hand…” The thought suddenly seems far more incredulous than it ever did before. He laughs with a toss of his head. “Some world. Or some palm… Does the palm make the world or the world make the palm?”

Matt’s hum is placating. “Perhaps a bit of both. It goes back to nature versus nurture, in a way, and I believe the official science on that one is still up for debate.” A hand pats Barney’s arm. “Though if we’re going by pure scripture, well, I believe the entire first chapter was dedicated to your answer. Careful there…”

Without thought Barney pauses, curb waiting to catch his foot. For a moment the thought flickers through him; how did Matt know. But the light clicks to red and the mystery fades away, replaced with consideration given once more to the marble in hand.

His face scrunches, nose even more crooked in the late night lights. “So if we’re all made in his image then, guess I really do got my own world in my hands, eh?”

Matt’s fingers press into his arm as eyes furrow behind glasses. “I’m not following.”

And this time he at least remembers to press the marble to Matt’s fingers. Letting him feel the shape, the weight. Watching in fascination as hands that aren’t his map the surface with such smooth ease he wonders, wonders, wonders just what it is Matt holds when Barney isn’t there.

“Easy to hold and portable. That’s quite the world you’ve got there.” It’s said seriously but even his brain senses a certain slick and sly smile in there. “What is it even?”

Barney takes it when it’s offered back and considers it as well. A point of being. Perhaps not in any actual sense of the term, but it’s saved his so many times he’s unsure where to even start. “Just the world that’s saved my life once. Twice.” Too many times to count. And he sobers slightly then. “Flicks good ‘n cracks a few bones when it hits right.”

“Well I’m pretty sure God, big g or not, wouldn’t want the world used to crack skulls.”

“You sure? Cause feel like my head gets cracked open every damn year we spin ‘round.” An exaggerated sigh. “Aliens! Wormholes! Super heroes! All this cool shit and STILL no hover boards. How long I really gotta wait???”

Head shakes as he glances sideways at Matt. Finds the man in mid-laugh, arm squeezing his own just a bit tighter. Enough to send a curl of warmth through him. “Perhaps your miniature world there is hogging all the hover boards.”

“Now see here, if it was MY world-” He turns to argue - he would NEVER deprive the public of their god given right to hover boards - and it falls. Marble slipping through his fingers, bouncing helplessly on the pavement with a ping. Matt moves then, so fast Barney can barely track. Free hand reaching out to grab the marble with perfect, precise aim.

Barney stares, alcohol fuzzed brain working the angles. “How…”

“Luck,” Matt says, a bit quick perhaps. A bit breathless. (Surprised? He doesn’t think so, though Barney isn’t sure.) Yet Matt’s slender fingers offer out the marble. A smile definite and defined now on his lips. Light glinting off red glasses; a halo of neon around red. “I believe you dropped the world?”

He takes it with a clumsy hand. Nose wrinkled. Until he laughs, suddenly. Alacrity in the fact that if he were God he’d likely be doing just as shitty a job at it. (Or perhaps some deeper recognition that when things drop, he doesn’t always have to face them alone.)

“My hero. World saved by one Matt Murdock…” 

And he turns back to Matt, letting the moment take him to close to press a sloppy, shy kiss to the corner of Matt’s mouth. He draws back quickly, because he’s not so far gone he doesn’t know what that was. Clears his throat and feels his pulse rise as he tries to find purchase again. Pressing the marble back into Matt’s hand.

“You, uh. You keep it,” he murmurs. “Might save ya one day too.”

#cthlicdevil #[ / rolls off into the sun ] #[ sorry for the delay on this ] #[ had to think on it overnight cause words weren't working ] #[ still gonna sit here and have emotions though ]

[madstwd]

Training

Rick Grimes x F!reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: Smut, orgasm denial, slight daddy kink, mentions of death, make up sex

Season : 4

Hope you enjoy! Sorry anon for this coming out so late, i hope you like it. I’m trying to get my sleep in better shape so I can be less exhausted and post more, thank you for the continued support! - mads <3

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You weren't weak, but you weren't strong. Who thought you would have to suddenly know how to survive and fight to just stay alive. You arrived at Woodbury fairly early on, finishing Merle with his severed hand in an alleyway in Atlanta lead you to eventually meet The governor. You had worked closely with the man, almost like you felt you had a debt to repay since you had no experience really. When Woodbury fell you went with the rest of the community to the prison, the place that held the ‘bad guys’.

You got along with most of the original group, fitting in quite well. The close knitted group allowed you in fairly quickly, your offering to look after Judith helped you get close to them fairly quickly. You also helped out in farming with Rick, having just finished college before this mess started. You were a carpenter, so very handy with woodwork. The two of you built the pig pen, you even helped him catch the pigs. He grew fond of you, but always had to protect you.

“Do you think you could train me one day?” You said, wiping the sweat off your brow. Rick glanced up from the weeds he was pulling to look at you, he shrugged. “Training in what? I don't think a police degree will help much nowadays” he joked. You scoffed. “I mean just general survival or fighting. When I go out with you or anyone I'm always being protected because I can't fight”

“You can fight”

“Against walkers, not humans”

Rick sighed, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in thought of a way to get out of this. “Rick please, I don't want to be a liability anymore, I could ask Daryl or Maggie or someone else but I wanted to ask you. Please Rick” you begged. Rick turned his head back to you, his blue eyes scanning over the features of his face. “Fine, meet me at the tombs tomorrow morning”

You nodded eagerly, “thank you Rick” you concluded before turning back to the crops with a grin on your face.

You were at the tombs the next morning eager, waiting for Rick to show up. Maggie had leant you a sharpened knife before she went on guard shift after you feared Rick might not approve of the one you showed up. “Morning” you heard the man grumble as he walked down the lantern lit hallway. “Morning” you smiled. “We’re gonna do this together alright. Back to back covering blind spots. I'll keep an eye on you to give pointers if needed. This tunnel is overrun, only a few dozen alright?”

“Yep, I'll follow your lead,” you said. You watched as he pulled out keys and unlocked the door. Gripping his axe ready. The sound of the gate opening caused walkers groans to echo closer down the hallway. “Be ready alright?” he said. You nodded, knife gripped in your hand. The first two walkers appeared out of the darkness once Rick had slammed the gate shut. You watched as Rick immediately went into action, his axe landing into one head. Your knife went into the other. “Good, stay focused, it might not be 2 again” he instructed. Your eyes drifted around the surrounding area waiting for the next ones to appear and no blind spots to appear either. You worked well together, dancing around each other closer. Ricks axe swinging and your knife going in. However, what was reported as a dozen walkers, turned out to have grown overnight. The rest of the small group of them had shown up, the fighting became challenging, both of you growing tired. Thankfully unlike Rick you weren't carrying a larger weapon, one that caused more motion and strength to be able to get it in and out of walkers heads. You heard him let out a frustrated growl and the clanging of his axe dropping on the floor. Killing the walkers close to you, you then turned around to see him pressed against the wall. His body pushed away a walker that was snapping a bit too close to his face. You could see his arms shake as his strength dwindled.

“Rick!” you yelled, rushing over to him. You grabbed the walker's shoulder yanking it and spinning it so it fell on the floor in one quick motion your knife went in it's head. You barely had enough time to react before a gunshot rang and you felt blood spray up your back. You turned to see a body thud behind you. “I had it Y/n!” Rick yelled angrily. You felt him harshly grab your bicep and pull you towards the door. Once you were through he had closed it and locked it before turning to you angrily. “Do you have any idea how close that was to you?! I told you to keep your eyes open!” Rick yelled. You looked back to the area, you could vaguely see where you were knelt and where the walker had been killed. “I-I'm sorry, I just- you” the words got caught in your throat, unable to take his heated gaze you ran off. Your footsteps echoing as you make your way back to cell block C.

Thankfully it was a “day off” today, you had no farming duties today, Hershel and a few others had it handled. So you sat in your cell, reading a book that Daryl had given you a few weeks back that you hadn't finished. Your mind is distracted by Rick's outburst. Maggie had popped by offering you food and company, which you gladly took. But now it was night, everyone was either asleep or busy with their guard duties. You laid on your bunk looking at the ceiling wondering if Rick was going to avoid you for longer. That was until you heard a small tap against your cell door. “Come in” you said, sitting up to greet whoever it was. You weren't expecting the man himself. “I just want to apologise, for shouting at you”

“Apology accepted goodnight”

You heard him groan in frustration, causing the heat to rise in your cheeks from the noise.

“Can you let me explain? Please” he . You nodded, moving your legs towards your chest so he could sit. “You were right, I didn't have it, it's been a while since I've even picked up the axe or faced walkers that weren't behind the fence. I was amazed when you pulled it off me and killed it. But it soon turned to fear-”

“Rick I-”

“No stop wait-”

You nodded allowing him to continue. “I couldn't save Lori, I couldn't tell her the things I needed to tell her before she- before she died. So I'm here, I'm sorry. I yelled because the walker was so close and I didn't want to lose you too”

You watched as his gaze drifted to his worn out boots awaiting your rejection. “It was the same fear then, I didn't want to lose you either. I-I like you Rick. A lot. That's why I asked you to help me” you mumbled. The man's hand fell on your knee, diverting your attention to his face, “kiss me” you whispered. “Kiss me like you mean it”

Rick wasted no time, his body moved forward capturing your lips as his hips wormed your legs apart. Once he was comfortable you felt his hands slide under your shirt, letting him feel your soft untouched skin. You lifted your arms allowing him to take the shirt off. He deepened the kiss as his fingers worked your bra clasp. His hands stroked your shoulders as he took it off, the calloused fingers leaving goosebumps as they moved against your skin. His lips moved around your jaw, leaving sloppy kisses. He moved down towards your chest where his lips capture a nipple, sucking and nipping at it gently. Your hips grinded against his chest desperate for more friction. “Rick please, I need you. I can’t wait any longer” you begged, your hand making its way to grasp his cock through his jeans. Rick growled, “sure thing girl” he said. You watched as he unbuckled his belt, the moonlight outlining his toned arms. You began to work on your own jeans, shimmying them off leaving your entrance exposed to the open cold air. Rick smirked at the sight of your legs spread waiting for him, the moonlight shining off your dripping folds. “So pretty for me girl” he groaned. He lined his cock to the entrance, his tip gathering the wetness which he spread around himself using his thumb. You watched as pre cum started to form, mixing in with your leaking juices. You groaned as you felt him push the tip, the feeling of your folds separating as he pushed his way in. He waited, allowing you to stretch around him, barely holding himself together as he felt your velvet walls clench around him. “Rick please, move” you begged. Rick smirked, kissing your ear lobe, “of course girl”

His hips moved slowly but quickly picked up its pace. You could tell it had been a while since the man had treated his itch. All his sexual thoughts about you pouring into each thrust, “I’ve thought about this ever since you took up farming with me. Watching you in those pretty shorts bent over in front of me” he moaned. You whimpered when you felt his lips capture your nipple again, leaving hickeys around your Chest marking you. You moaned loudly when his hand started to swirl around your clit, the sensation causing you to loop your legs around his knees, lifting yourself up so he could go deeper. Rick allowed the new position, his hands supporting your back, gripping you keeping you in place as he picked up the speed. You could feel his head rub against your g-spot, his hips grinding against your clit as he thrusts. The pleasure causing your toes to curl, your hands to grip his forearms. Sweat formed over your breasts, the moonlight shining over them. The sight of you underneath him, begging for more. Gripping onto the sheets as your own body denies the orgasm. “Come on girl, let it out” he encouraged. He smirked at your struggle, watching your hips start to buck and grind against him further. “Cum all over me, be a good girl for daddy” he moaned. You whimpered, eyes screwed tight in frustration. Rick chuckled, his own orgasm coming in close. “What do you need, girl? Tell me” he whispered in your ear. You whimpered, “faster daddy please”

Rick didn't hesitate, he hoisted your legs over his shoulders. Began thrusting hard, determined for his own release after years of frustration with his dead wife, the teasing you did, the fear of losing you after growing fond of you. His dedication to give you all of him and more. You cried out, begging to grasp at his arms, your nails leaving trails as they desperately tried to grasp against him, like in this moment he was going to be taken away from you. “Rick im close”

“Who?”

“Please rick! Let me cum”

“Who?”

“Daddy please”

Rick smirked, driving his cock in and out with such force. Your orgasm came in fast, your body went numb, faltering as he drew it out. He wasn’t far behind, he pulled out, spilling his load over your sweat soaked body. Both of you laid there, catching your breaths. Watching each other's faces as you recovered.

Rick stood up, picking up a discarded t-shirt of your own to wipe up his remains. Once he finished, he laid next to you, bringing you close. You tucked your face into his neck breathing him in. “You passed your training” he chuckled. You smiled, lifting your head to kiss him, his face lit up with the moonlight as you pulled away. He smiled at you as you tucked your head back into his neck. He missed the closeness of protecting someone like he did with lori. His eyes closed as he pulled you close, exhaustion finally taking him into a pleasant sleep.

#the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead x reader #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes smut #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes

[sith-qween]

Come, Let Us Teach You

Fandom: DBZ

Pairings: Reader x Vegeta, Reader x Nappa, Reader x Raditz

Words: 3.6k

Rating: M

Warnings: Sayian Reader, Mating Cycles/Heats, Ginyu Force, Dark Frieza, No protection, probably more, I will update as we go lol

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Stretching out in your armour, you left the room and waited by the other doors. Normally you were the last one to awaken, however today was your first mission, and you were excited! The ship you would all be departing in had been packed up the night before, and all that was left was to go and eat. You stretched out and leaned against the wall, glancing over when one of the doors opened to show Nappa. The man looked over and he looked puzzled at seeing you, but he shrugged it off as the other two emerged from their rooms as well.

The last few days had been really uncomfortable, as the others were always staring at you, almost expectantly; however after blowing off your steam on a group of lower class minions the night before and getting to leave for your missions - nothing could break your spirit!

Taking no time to eat, you were the first one done and ready to go. The three glance between one another with a rather impressed look. It wasn't very often that people got excited about their missions, unless it was to go and wipe out races and cause destruction. This was only a rescue mission, but it was better than clean ups.

The three let you lead them around the base as you practically bounced off of the walls. You were like an overactive child who had gotten locked in a candy store overnight. Though, none of them complained. It was probably the first time any of them saw you being genuinely happy. There was no arguing or sharp comments bantered back and forth, just happy chatter and excited rants.

Finally they said that preparations were set and you beamed, boarding the ship. Hell, you were in such a good mood that you didn't care that everyone was sitting so close to you, since it was a much smaller ship. Letting your tail free for the time being, it swayed softly back and forth behind you as you stood there impatiently. Looking over at the spiky haired prince you finally asked the important question,

"What should I be prepared for? What exactly are we doing?" you asked, turning your body to face him while you spoke. He rolled his eyes before giving you a quick glance over,

"A patrol had been sent there a month ago. They should have been gone for only a week. A week ago we received a distress call from the team, and they decided our squad would handle it. We will arrive and set up a camp; there are wild creatures there, so you will have to be alert. The next day we will go and start to patrol the area for them, using the sunlight to our advantage." he explained in short.

It was just a simple mission, and both Raditz and Nappa looked bored about it; but you just weren't able to share their emotions. Even if you wanted to, you just don't think that it would have been possible. You just couldn't wait to get out there and start to do real work. This may be a boring job, but it was already a vast improvement from your last ones.

The ride was a long one, and you meant loong. If it wasn't Nappa or Raditz making some kind of inappropriate comment, then it was Vegeta who was starting to lose his temper on the other two. You couldn't help but think that you were surrounded by idiots. You avoided any kind of conversation with them if it was necessary, not wanting to give them the chance to pull your good mood down. Thanking your God for that ride to be over, you stepped out with the others, stretching out your body.

You wasted no time in helping the others remove what you all needed for the camp that night. Vegeta decided he was too good for the grunt work and decided to take a seat on a tree stump and watch. Rolling your eyes you continued to help them unload, pulling out a tent and passing it off to them before you pulled out the second. Handing it off you went to grab the other two, only to realise that there were no more. Your brows knit together in confusion as you shut the compartment to the ship and went over to help the two set up the tent,

"Did someone forget to pack the tents? We only have two of them?" you asked innocently enough. As you worked around the tent with the two, you managed to catch a glance at Vegeta who held nothing but a smug grin on his face,

"Normally, [y/n], we only bring one tent.. however we thought four might be a bit of a crowd so we added an extra one. So, I thought maybe you would share my tent with me; I don't think either of us want to be kept up all night by their snoring.." he stated, that look never leaving his face. The idea of sharing a tent with him made your cheeks heat up a little bit and you turned back to your work,

"Y-yeah.. I guess that sounds alright.." you responded. You didn't exactly think saying anything to piss off the prince was exactly wise, but you also wanted to be able to sleep; so maybe it would work out in your favour in the end. Having been focused on fixing the tent, you didn't notice the other two men cast glares over their shoulder at the young prince who sat there with an even wider grin.

Finished with the first tent, the other two went on to start the second one. You sat there on your knees for a few moments, painfully watching as they tried to set up the tent. Finally letting out a loud, frustrated sigh you stood and shoved the two men aside and finished setting up the tent. This causes the prince to laugh, and the two men to mutter about how they knew all that.

Rolling your eyes at the masculine pride you stretched and went over to start looking through the blankets, making sure that there was enough.

Then it hit you. It was almost like a sharp pain in your side at first and you instantly felt a wave of horror wash over you. That was the telltale sign of your cycle. You felt a small surge of panic rise in your chest when you remembered what the prince had said about it. Having them in front of you, you tried to think of a reason to leave.

Looking over, you noticed that no one had yet to get some firewood or stones. Brushing the dirt and dried leaves from your pants you turned away from the group, "I'm going to get some firewood.." you said, letting them know. You didn't need to look to know that the prince was smirking by now, he knew and you wanted to scream.

"Maybe I should go and hel-"

"No! I want to go alone." you turned to face the bald warrior. Noticing that you had snapped you cleared your throat, "I mean that I need some time away from you muscle heads... I was ready to strangle myself on the way here... maybe you should go and find something for us to eat?" you suggested, noticing the corners of his lips also turning up in a bit of a smirk. That was all the cue you needed to get the hell out of there.

Wasting no more time you took off flying in the trees, wanting to get as much distance between you and the others as soon as you flew through the trees, your body starting to grow warmer and you decided you were far enough to land. Landing, you stopped and leaned against a tree. Naturally it had to happen now, when you were in the middle of god knows where, surrounded by three Saiyan men, who all wanted a reason to pounce. To make matters worse it had to happen that Vegeta was right, they could all sense it as well. You had to keep a resolve, you just had to make it through supper, and then maybe you could slip off alone when they all went to bed to take care of the problem.

Pushing away from the tree you lifted your hand and blasted it down with a single ki blast. Watching as the grey tree fell over you cast a few more, leaving the once sturdy trunk, in pieces. Collecting as much as your arms could possibly hold you and you took off back to camp. You didn't want to go back, you wanted so badly to avoid them, but that would start to raise more flags than it already had.

Taking a deep breath as you arrived back you landed and dropped your pile down to the side, seeing they had found some stones, and kindle to get the fire started. Moving around to one of the tree stumps you took a seat across from Vegeta. You looked up at him, he still held that smug grin on his face. You wanted to go over there and slap it off, but the sound of Nappa coming back with a large wild-beast kept you at bay.

"You didn't bring back as much firewood as I was hoping since you were gone for so long.. you didn't happen to run into any trouble, did you?" he asked. Your cheeks tinted lightly once again at his words. He knew very well what he was saying, and so did the others. You sneered at him and turned you head away,

"No, I had no problem. I was just searching for an older tree.. I was being considerate of nature here.." you lied effortlessly. Raditz gave a small raise of his eyebrow at the response, but he focused on Nappa cleaning up the beast so that it could be cooked.

You watched as the three men seemed to fall into routine, cleaning up the beast and ripping sections of the meat off to place onto a rack above the fire. You had to admit, they knew what they were doing. They clearly had years of experience in all of this. Giving them a small smile when they handed you your share, you quickly devoured it, not worrying about manners like you would have back home.

You were able to keep yourself just distracted enough that you didn't think about your rapidly increasing problem, despite the jabs that they others threw your way. Eventually the banter and jokes turned into the three talking about past missions, and giving you an idea of all the possibilities that could go wrong, and how there were some that were so easy a child could do it blindfolded. For once you found it easy to sit back and talk with them all.

As the chatter started to die down and the sun was nowhere left to be seen, you all seemed ready to go to sleep. You knew you couldn't be the one to suggest going to sleep, so you waited patiently. The fire softly illuminated everyone's features before Nappa glanced over at the prince before he stretched out, yawning loudly.

"Well I think that it is time to go and get some sleep. We need to be up at the crack of dawn if you want to use as much of the sunlight as possible." he stated. He had a valid point and young couldn't help but stifle a small yawn. Raditz nodded in agreement before he stood and muttered something akin to 'good night' before vanishing into the tent he was sharing with Nappa.

Not wanting to waste anymore time there, you stood as well and went into the other tent, the one you would unfortunately be sharing with the prince. You sighed softly before you pulled your shoes and gloves off, followed by your chest and waist gear. Setting them neatly to the side you grabbed one of the pillows you laid down and threw a blanket over yourself, making sure that your back would be to the prince when he would get settled in.

You could hear Nappa and Vegeta's voice conversing outside but you had no idea what they were saying; not that it mattered as they were done and the prince had now slipped into the tent. You weren't able to stop your body from tensing up a little bit as he moved in beside you and started to pull off his gear as well, getting himself ready to go to sleep.

You could hear his shuffling as he laid down next to you and you silently thanked god he wasn't saying anything. A small smile made its way to your lips as you realised now you just had to wait. All you had to do was wait until Vegeta had fallen asleep, and you could slip out and take care of your problem, and pray that this was the only time it would strike during the mission. However you heard him turning over next to you,

"I'm not a fool, [y/n]. I'm not going to fall asleep and I won't let you leave this tent.." he whispered quietly , his breath just tickling against the nape of your neck. You couldn't help a shiver that ran down your spine and you cursed how sensitive your body had become during this time. Shutting your eyes you tried to ignore him, he had to give in eventually, maybe if he thought you were asleep

Then his breath was right next to your ear, making you bite your lip as you fought against letting your body shiver again, "Let me help you.." he whispered, his breath ghosting over your ear.

"I.. I don't need any help... go to sleep!" you said, your voice just above a whisper.

"Don't lie to me.. I don't like liars.." he warned, his voice dropping lower than it normally was. That was enough to make a small whimper past your lips. You were doing so well, and now he was practically pressed against your back, whispering in your ear. The burning in the pit of your stomach started to get stronger then it was before,

"I .. Vegeta.. please stop.." you whispered, you could already feel your resolve starting to break. No matter how hard you tried to fight it, it just got worse. You didn't want to give in to what he wanted, you wanted to fight him but you were already begging.

"Let me help.. I promise I won't do anything more than relieve your suffering.." he whispered, his hand having slipped under your blanket and was lightly tracing over the curve in your side. Biting your lip harder you couldn't help but let out a shaky breath, you didn't want this, but you needed it. It was one of the few things that made you weak, and you cursed it with every fibre of your being.

"F-fine.. but don't expect anything in return.." he responded at last, turning you head to cast a heated glare at the man behind you. You felt him smirk as he nodded in agreement to the terms you had just set in place. Shifting around he was able to pull your bottoms down, letting light fleeting touches tease your skin while he presented the main event.

His hands were rough, and that was probably from years of fighting, but it wasn't an unwelcome touch. While you had your head turned over the prince made haste in stealing your lips with his own. The sudden action of affection causes your body to tense up a little bit as you begin to blush slightly. Sensing your moment of hesitation he pushed your hip down, slowly twisting your body to turn until you lay flat on your back. Pulling the blanket off of you, he moved his own body so that it was now above yours, your lips parting for a moment while he looked down at you.

He was now inches from your face, his beautiful face now inches from your own. You could feel your heart pounding away in your chest and you would have been surprised if he couldn't hear it. Staring at him for a few moments, you couldn't help as your eyes glanced back to his lips, silently wanting to kiss them again. Though none of this was anything you would dare to admit out loud, there was no way you would feed anything else to his ego.

Noticing your hesitation, he let his hand slowly trail along your side, moving over your bare hip. You noticed how your breath hitched ever so slightly and he noticed as well, the grin on his face didn't even try to hide his amusement. You halfheartedly glared at him, but he had other things in mind. Leaning forward he let his breath softly tickle your ear before he started to softly kiss under your ear, causing you to take in a shaky breath. Your control was relaxing as you felt like jelly under his kisses.

You could feel his attention start to diminish some of the flames that were burning under your flesh. Your mind was turning to mush until you felt his hand tease along the side of your thigh, causing you to gasp softly. By now your body was reacting in pure reactions, your arms came to wrap around the man's shoulders, not knowing what else to do as he brushed against you , making you whimper softly. You could feel him grinning against your skin and you let your nails dig into the other shoulder in response.

If it wasn't for the bloody cycle, he wouldn't have been allowed to lay a finger on you! Now here he was getting his way, being cocky about it. It vexed you, but when his finger started to roughly rub you, you bit your tongue in a soft moan. Your body was so sensitive during this time, you knew that you wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

As his fingers started to move along your wet folds, and his hand brushing against your bead in the process. Your body shivered as he teased you, moving slowly against you but never going any further. He continued to kiss and nip at the flesh on the side of your neck, seeming to be enjoying himself just as he was.

"Vegeta.. please.." you whimpered against his neck, you needed so badly to finish. His teasing was only relighting the fire, and it was starting to get unbearable.

"Please?" he repeated, a venomous smirk lacing his voice. He knew very well what you wanted, and he was going to be a dick. Then again, what more had you expected from the prince?

"Please, stop teasing me.. I need you.." you said, trying not to let your voice rise any louder than a whisper, in fear of the other two hearing. You had no idea how well these tents blocked out sound, and you really were in the mood to find out. However the desperation in your voice was there, you needed this so badly. His teasing touches made it feel like the fire was beginning to reignite against your skin. Your need was starting to drive you insane and his cocky attitude wasn't helping; however what more had you really expected from the prince?

Without any hesitation he slipped a finger into your wet cavern, rubbing against your overly sensitive walls. The sudden action caused you to moan and dig your nails deeper into his shoulders. It was so little, and yet it felt so amazing. Your tail was starting to curl in pleasure as he started to move it in and out of you. Biting your lip to stifle the moans that were managing to slip past your lips.

The sounds you were making were clearly pleasing to the prince, because he started to speed up his actions, getting rougher as you dragged your nails over his skin, leaving red lines in their wake. Finally he hit that one bundle of nerves inside of you which caused you to gasp out. Noticing your reaction he grinned and started to assault that spot, sending pain flooding over your entire body.

You didn't even think about it when you grabbed his face and pulled his lips to your own, you just needed something to help keep you quiet. You could tell he was pleased as he pressed in one more time, causing your body to reach its limit. You moaned into your kiss as you came, your back arching up into his as you reached your climax.

When your body started to relax, he moved away, staring down at you. You could see the conflicted lust that was in his eyes and you watched him for a moment before he finally moved. Pulling your bottoms up he pulled himself away from your body and turned away to his side of the tent and curled up to go to sleep. For a moment you were surprised that he had kept his promise that he had silently made.

Not complaining however, your primal hunger had been satisfied and he wasn't bugging you about how he had been right. Thankful he was leaving the situation as it was you turned over and pulled the blankets up over your body. You would be lying if you had said you didn't like it, but you weren't exactly happy how that would have given his ego a boost.

Leaving it as it was, you let sleep come over you, your mind was able to focus and drift away into a much needed slumber.

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AN: From here on out things start getting spicier, so you've been warned! This is a half completed story, you can find the most recent chapters on AO3, they see it first! More comments, likes, and shares will help me remember to post on here a little more as well - I love feedback and hearing from readers! Until next time!

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[retroellie]

Can you write an imagine of jealous reader, Ellie and Cat are already dating and the reader has been avoiding and ignoring Ellie because of it. Unfortunately they get assigned patrol together throughout the ride Ellie tries to get the reader to talk laugh look at her anything but nothing does the trick, a horde forces them to stay overnight in an abandoned building. Ellie confronts the reader of their current behavior but the readers is just sour and petty toward her. The next day Cat is waiting at the gate and showers Ellie with kisses and hugs, Joel & Tommy are there for her too while the reader just walks pass them alone. Yes I love angst

Summary: Reader breaks ellie's heart and ellie breaks readers, will they ever be the same again

A/N: Thank you for the request <3 I love angst so much but writing it breaks my mf heart PLZZ. Sorry if this was short :(

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak and jealousy

Word count: 1.9k

"Ellie and Y/N will take the gas station." Tommy said.

Those words made your heart drop, god fucking dammit. You could already sense Ellie's excitement, she always got excited when you guys were assigned together. As of right now you were angry with ellie but she had no idea, fucking clueless.

Ever since cat and ellie got together you couldn't look at ellie without wanting to deck her in the face. You liked cat, she had done a tattoo of yours before, but you liked ellie... so much it hurt. Ever since she came to Jackson your stomach did twist and turn at the thought of her.

You would always catch her and cat making out with each other in the back of the church at dances, kissing by the fire when y'all would sneak out, holding hands while running from hoards. All the things you wanted Ellie to do with you she did with cat, it made you sick to your stomach.

"I don't think that's going to work out!" You shouted, causing everyone to turn around and look at you.

Tommy looked up from his clipboard, giving you a surprised look. The looks you were getting made you want to sink into the floor, especially the look Ellie was giving you. She looked at you with confusion but still looked so fucking cute while doing it.

"The gas station I mean...." You tried to save yourself but you could sense you were failing miserably. "I've never done the gas station before and I would feel more comfortable doing something I've done before."

That was a lie, the gas station was probably one of the easiest places too clear but you couldn't go with ellie.... it would be torture. Some of the others in the room laughed silently knowing how easy the gas station actually was, it's not like you couldn't do it.

"Y/n, i can't c...." Tommy started but was interrupted by ellie.

"I can show her!" She blurted out, a stupid smile on her face.

You gave Ellie a death stare, almost as if she just shot a loved one in front of you. You wanted to say something but you didn't want to dig the hole deeper so you just bowed your head down and threw your bag over your shoulder.

"Okay then... it's settled." Tommy started, handing you a key to the gas station. "You guys leave tonight!"

It's only for a couple of hours, the worst that can happen is getting stuck up in a hoard and having to stay at the gas station overnight with ellie. You hoped it would go smoothly though, clear the gas station and its surroundings then get out. easy enough

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Of course the worst that could happen, happened for you. You had been ignoring Ellie ever since you left. No words were spoken on your end, just a few okay's and half ass instructions. Ellie was really trying to get you to talk to her, like everything in her power.

Ellie felt she did something wrong or you hated her for some reason, which was odd because not long ago you guys had been really close. She was getting really worried about you, you just didn't seem like yourself lately.

The assignment was going well, there weren't many infected to kill so it was super easy. That night came along and the hoard came through, but the hoard was the least of your problems at the moment. You and Ellie were trapped in a small room in the back of the gas station, door bolted shut and very little room.

It wouldn't be that bad usually, you would actually quite like it, being all trapped and cozy with ellie. That was until ellie decided to tongue fuck cat every second of every day, now it just wasn't the same.

You guys were now sitting at the small fire you had created, wrapped up in your jacket while eating a can of beans. Ellie was poking at the fire, watching as the flames danced around the wood. Ellie looked nice in the glow of the fire, enough to make your heart skip a beat but not too get out the images of you third wheeling every time cat was around.

"I'm getting tired of this weather man." Ellie spoke, putting down the stick and curling up under her own blanket.

You stayed silent, eating your beans and watching as the fire dulled a bit. You hated winter, especially when you had to go out in it. It made it harder to travel on horseback and by foot, so you were basically fucked.

Ellie let out a small sigh, you could sense the hard hitting question from a mile away. The silent treatment, all the dirty looks, the bitterness.... Ellie wanted to know what your damn problem was before she exploded.

"What's wrong?? Why are you mad at me?" She asked, causing a slight eye roll from you.

You felt stupid yes but you couldn't help it, ever since ellie got here you felt for the first time maybe there was some light in this fucked up world. You were being stupid and jealous but you really liked ellie and obviously she would go for someone like cat.

A couple seconds of complete silence went by like hours, Ellie staring you down as you tried everything not to look at her. You were afraid you would never be able to stop looking at her, you just wanted to sleep, not fight with the love of your life.

"Is this about cat? I mean ever since we started dating you've been acting like this." She spoke, her voice nothing but calm and filled with complete concern.

Even though she was being nice, her voice was silky smooth through the rough air, that was enough for you to snap. All the anger and hatred all piled up in one tiny body, a body that has been broken over and over again and this was the last time it was going to be broken.

"Jesus christ ellie!" You shouted, enough for the infected to hear. "Is everything about cat!"

Ellie was surprised she got you to talk, after not talking to her for days or even weeks it felt, the first thing out of your mouth is pure venom. Ellie did like you, that was the whole point of her wanting to talk to you but she thought you didn't like her back and the friendship you had she didn't want to ruin because she knew what happened when friends kiss friends... She learned her lesson.

Ellie's heart broke a little when you raised your voice, she never wanted to hurt you or be hurt by you. She let out a small breath before taking up the courage to look you in the eye and speak. Your anger filled up the entire small room.

"So you don't like cat?" She asked the stupidest question she could have asked at this moment.

You felt like your body was literally shaking. You were so angry, why can't she just shut up and leave you alone...something normal people would do when people ignore them for days at a time. But you forget Ellie isn't any normal girl, she's heartbroken and scared of being left alone.

The next thing that came out of your mouth was horrible, something not even Ellie deserved in this moment and you will never forget it. You balled your fist up in the sheets, holding back your tears as you let out

"Have you ever considered maybe i don't like you!" You shouted, venom flowing out of your lips.

Ellie's eyes twitched, pure sadness hit her all at once. It hurt, it really hurt Ellie more than any wound she could suffer. She felt like her heart was being crushed in a million pieces, the heartbreak she has felt many times before.

You felt bad, so bad that you yourself could cry. If it was an option to stand outside in the hoard and let them eat you alive, you would do it. Ellie didn't deserve you snapping at her, but obviously you couldn't show that. If it made it so she didn't talk to you ever again and finally left you alone to wallow in your own self pity, you would say it again even.

"Y/n i..." She started, eyes hooked on yours, not once looking away.

"I'm going to bed, we have to leave early...you should get some sleep." You interrupted, not even giving her a minute to speak.

You laid down, body turned turns the door so ellie couldn't see the tears that flowed down your face. Ellie deserved cat, they were a match made in heaven... you just couldn't be led on anymore. It's shitty yes but there's nothing you can do now.

You could hear Ellie shuffle next to you, back turned to you as well. You let out a few silent sobs, face pressed harshly against the pillow so Ellie couldn't hear you. You shouldn't have come, you should've done everything in your power not to come here.

The trip back is going to suck...

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You both woke up in the crack of dawn, gathering all of your stuff in your backpacks before opening the door to see the hoard had moved up north. You both stayed silent throughout the entire trip, not wanting to talk after last night.

Your trip went smoothly, the only sound was birds chirping and the sound of the river flowing. It was beautiful, but you didn't care, the view was ruined by the awkward silence that had aroused since last night. You hated yourself so much at the moment, you ruined your chances of ever getting close with ellie.

At the gate Ellie stopped for a minute, turning around to stop you dead in your tracks. This was the first time this morning you had looked at her face, her eyes had been puffy and your nose had been stuffed up, apparently you weren't the only one crying last night. Her eyes met yours, dried tears streaked her face.

"I don't know why you hate me but I love you Y/N and I want you to know that.... not even some petty words can ever stop me from loving you. Whatever you're going through... I hope it gets better because you don't deserve it." She stated, eyes watering as she tried to break eye contact.

Fuck you ellie... You thought, now feeling like more of a piece of shit. You hated being the one to hurt her and her still loving you even if you did basically punch her in the face with your words. You couldn't hate her either, you were madly in love with her but it hurt you too much to see her with cat. You opened your mouth to say something

"Ellie!!" A woman's voice squeaked, it was cat.

Ellie wiped her cheeks before cat jumped on her, placing her lips on Ellie's. You watched, wanting so badly to sob right there. You felt what Ellie felt last night, pure heart break. Cat jumped down from off her, giving her an award winning smile.

"I missed you so much babe!" Cat spoke, placing her hands on Ellie's cheeks.

You could see Tommy and Joel come to welcome her back, but you didn't stay for very long. You walked past them, walking into the gate before setting your stuff down. Ellie's words echoed in your head, telling you that she loved you and you just stood there dumbfounded.

You knew you would always be the girl that had hurt Ellie, she would always look at you like that but she would still love you no matter what and that in itself hurt you like crazy.

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[novasdarling]

Let Me Take Care of You

TW: Yandere, implied forced pregnancy, female reader, family issues(daughter mother issues).

Having a partner that understood your problems was something new to you, especially since past lovers and friends had all been dismissive of you. You and your mother constantly were fighting, over chores, how often you were home, even if you didn’t smile at your mother when you saw her. It was a problem and getting worse as the days went by. Fight after fight after fight. That was all there was. If you weren’t doing exactly what she wanted then she found an issue in it. But no one had seen it as an issue before. They told you that you were being dramatic or even selfish. For a while, you honestly thought maybe you were really the problem. Maybe your mother was the one stuck with a shitty kid. However, all of this seemed to stop when you started to date Aizawa. He listened to your problems and seemed to agree with you. Stating how it was your mother that was the issue. That she was being selfish and ungrateful. She was just projecting onto you. He made you feel heard and like someone actually gave a shit about you.

After a few months of dating, you noticed Aizawa was becoming more protective of you. More controlling even, but it wasn’t too much, doesn’t every guy get like this when they’re serious about someone? That’s what he told you when you brought it up to him. Hell, that’s even what Aizawa’s blonde friend stated. That guys get like this when they truly love someone. So… he must love you, right? He had to. He was always there for you, to comfort you after one of the many fights with your mother.

This time was no different. Your mother had called you a bitch and a waste of a child. Even stating that if you wanted to continue to live in your childhood home you’d have to leave Aizawa. You left, taking some overnight stuff and calling him. You told him everything, including how she threatened to kick you out if you didn’t leave him. Even though you were still in college and were only working part-time. He tried to calm you down, even inviting you to come over tonight and maybe stay the rest of the week. You took him up on his offer. Letting him come pick you up. The drive was silent, you weren't sure what to say besides a thank you. You know it was late and he was busy, after working with his students all day. Walking into his place you always admired the space. Never truly got used to the large apartment, big and empty like usual. This time when you made the joke, his face changed. He wasn’t laughing like usual, he looked so serious.

“Then change it, move in and change it.”

You were shocked. Living together was something that was occasionally brought up, but you always laughed and said you could never afford it. His rent was too much to go half on and even just paying for groceries was something you couldn’t do. He saw how your eyebrows scrunched up, opening your mouth slowly like you were thinking of what to say. But before you could he spoke for you.

“I know, I know, you can’t afford it but listen. You wouldn’t have to pay anything. No rent, no groceries, nothing. I would take care of you and plus. You’d be out of your mom’s place like she wants but still with me.”

You wanted to say yes, but you couldn’t. Something inside of you couldn’t just leave your mom. Even if living with her was causing your mental health to decline on most days. You still wanted to stay.

“I want to… but… I just can’t.” Seeing the look on his face you quickly realized what he was thinking. “That doesn’t mean we have to end. We can find some way around it. Maybe we just keep it quieter. Stay in your area more. Of course, we’ll have to see each other less for a bit.”

You saw Aizawa’s face, he looked disappointed at your words. His nose was screeched up, he had a slight frown on him. You didn't want to upset him, but it was also too soon. You two had only been together for about four months.

The room was quiet for a bit. Aizawa was thinking, how could he get you to see that you were his. That you needed him, you needed to be with him at all times. Only he could make you happy or actually take care of you. Suddenly he remembered a comment you made a few weeks ago while watching a shitty rom-com movie. The main girl was pregnant and decided to not move in with the guy, instead, she wanted to live separately. He had stated that it would never work out like that. You had laughed and agreed and even said how if you were her, you’d move in with the guy. You thought it would be easier on the child that way. Especially since the man in the movie was amazing. Aizawa snapped back to the present. Realised what he needed to do in order to save you from your dysfunctional mother.

He was on you within moments, kissing you so tenderly. Placing his hand on your cheek, stroking the side of your face. You always felt so safe when he did that and he knew it. Moving his palm underneath your chin he squeezed your cheeks causing your mouth to open. His tongue darted in. Exploring your mouth, deepening the kiss. He couldn’t help the moans that escaped his mouth, knowing soon you’d always be here with him. Here for him to take care of both you and his child.

#yandere aizawa #yandere eraserhead #yandere bnha #aizawa x reader #yandere aizawa x reader #bnha #mha #aizawa imagine #mha aizawa #bnha aizawa #aizawa x you #ereaserhead #yandere bnha x reader #aizawa x y/n #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #yandere x reader #nova writes #reader insert

[chasingpj]

𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐳ó𝐧

pairing: leo valdez x gn reader

requested?: yes!

translation: the songs of my heart

summary: 10 songs that remind leo of you

warnings: implied nudity and uh? i think that's it

category: headcanons, fluff, angst, best friends to lovers

a/n: i had so much fun writing this! this concept was requested by my love, @quteez ♡. we have a shared playlist for leo with songs that we think he grew up listening to and enjoy and from that she got this idea for me! i tried to stay with songs strictly from the early 2000s but... i couldn't help myself for two of the choices. also credits to @slytherindaughterofposeidon0, your last post for leo helped me decide the last song for this project! i hope you guys enjoy it!

you and leo’s love story is a little rocky

the first time he thought of you while listening to this song, he was working on the engine for the argo

as he worked, he was listening to music

specifically, to his playlist of songs that remind him of when he helped his mom build things

yes, esperanza was a selena fan

the instrumental in the beginning took his focus off his work

he smiled fondly at the faint memory of his mother singing it in the kitchen while she did the dishes

but as he continued to listen to the lyrics, his heart sank as he’s reminded of the reason he was drowning himself in work; you

No me queda más. Que aguantar bien mi derrota y brindarte felicidad. I have nothing left but to endure my defeat with grace and wish you happiness

earlier that day, he had seen you with one of your guy friends

the both of you much too friendly to just be considered friends

then he had found out later that you were now dating him

he was left confused and hurt because he had thought that you guys had something

surely, the moments he held dear to his heart weren’t all in his head?

Y esto que no era amor. Lo que hoy niegas, lo que dices que nunca pasó es el más dulce recuerdo de mi vida. And this that was not love what you deny today; what you say that never happened is the sweetest memory of my life.

he recalled the moments you guys shared on the argo II

you decided that you’d stay late to keep him company one night, and that quickly turned into a routine

in his mind, he replayed the stolen glances, brushing of hands when you passed him tools, your giggles that made his heart flutter because he was the cause of them

he remembered how the curls at the front of his head kept falling into his eyes

he didn't notice you were watching him struggle to keep his hair out of the way

your small laugh caught his attention, and a smirk formed on his lips as you walked over

"you need a haircut, lee," you teased, carefully bunching his curls back into a bun with an extra hair tie on your wrist

the smile you gave him once you were done sent the butterflies in his stomach into a frenzy

"how do I look?" he asked playfully

"handsome," you smiled, making leo lost for words

yeah, he flirted with girls all the time, but when it came to you, someone he really liked, he often found himself tongue-tied

he didn't know what else to do but look away, mumbling a thanks under his breath and his cheeks felt warm under your amused gaze

Y aún guardaba una ilusión que alimentaba al corazón. Mi corazón que hoy tiene que verte como sólo amigo. And I still held onto the dream that fed my heart, my heart that now has to see you as just a friend.

in the last few months, the highlight of his days was seeing you

he enjoyed the many talks you guys had in bunker 9

And appreciated how you always could make him feel better when he was frustrated about his building

he had quickly decided that he could get used to it

the sound of his laughter with yours, the way you had a habit of playing with his hair, the friendly teases about his pointy ears; he fell in love with all of it

but now, things weren't the same

now you had a boyfriend and his days that usually ended with you became less and less

overnight, the idea of being with you had gone from a possibility to a fantasy

Porque esto sí fue amor, por mi parte, lo más lindo, el más grande amor y aunque siempre lo renuncies, para mí fue lo más bello. Because this was love for my part, the most beautiful, the greatest love, and even if you will always renounce it, for me, it was the most beautiful thing.

even though the heavy pit in his stomach burdened him as he dwelled on how you probably never felt the same

as temporary as it was, he never regretted his feelings and the time he had spent with you

and though it was unlikely, he still held on to the hope that you’d come back to him

El tiempo no ha logrado que te olvide. No ha borrado las huellas de tu amor. The time hasn't managed to make me forget you. Your love gave wings to my love.

the tension between you and leo only worsened after the both of you were in relationships

your feelings for leo that were held dormant in the back of your mind came back with a vengeance when he was with calypso

this song reminds leo of that time because it wasn't until then did he consider that you could have feelings for him

he noticed once how you turned away fast after he caught you looking at him and calypso

how you only approached him when he was alone

and refrained from bringing her up

it was much different than how he was with you and your boyfriend

he had grown used to seeing you with him, and he was never hesitant to speak to you when you were together because you were still his friend

he thought perhaps he was taking your behavior the wrong way

one day, you decided to hang out with him in bunker 9

as he worked, he listened to you talk about the new book you were reading

he hummed, chuckled, and commented on what you were saying, making sure you knew he was listening

suddenly, you halted with the sound of the bunker door opening

he furrowed his eyebrows at the silence before turning around and seeing his girlfriend, calypso, at the doorway

usually, upon seeing her, he’d smile, and she’ll come over, and he’ll press a kiss on her forehead, but the tension that took over the room made him hesitate

he didn’t quite understand why you had stopped mid-sentence, and now you were suddenly interested in the stray tools on the table beside you

your sudden change made him feel like speaking with you alone was wrong

but he pushed away the emotions he couldn’t quite identify as he greeted his girlfriend just like he always does

Y yo no quiero seguir así estando con ella y pensando en ti. A mí me está pasando igual. No dejo de pensar en ti. And I don't want to go on like this, being with her and thinking of you. I'm spending my time just the same. I can't stop thinking of you.

as leo continued to date calypso, he found himself asking if he was dating her because he liked her or if she was a distraction from his feelings for you

because when he was alone with her, everything was fine

he was content, and he felt the excitement of a new relationship

but when he hung out with you, the butterflies and the way he had to remind himself to stop admiring you never faded

it should have faded? right?

Qué tontos, qué locos, somos tú y yo estando con otros y amándonos How stupid, how crazy we are being with other people and in love with each other

he remembered sitting at the campfire beside piper, admiring at you from across the pavilion

you were laughing with your siblings about something, and he smiled at how bright your expression was

he didn't realize how he looked at you with longing, so much so that piper had picked up on his emotion

of course, she knew that leo liked you before calypso, but she wasn't aware of how his feelings had grown for you

her scoff caught his attention, and she shook her head

"you guys are dumb, i don't know why you didn't say anything sooner"

he remembered how defensive he got

"what are you talking about?"

piper rolled her eyes, turning back to her marshmallow roasting over the fire

"i don't like them," leo blurted out, quick to defend himself, and the side of piper's mouth pulled up in a smirk

"yeah, okay," she said sarcastically, amused at the huff that came out of leo's mouth

now that you are together, he'll listen to the song and smile, returning to that memory

and he had to admit that piper was right; the both of you were pretty dumb

Hay una mujer que domina mis sentidos con sólo tocar mi piel. Y como a mí también a otro hombre esto le puede suceder, se puede enamorar There is a woman that dominates my senses only by touching my skin. And like me, it can happen to another man that only with a kiss, he could fall in love.

leo knew he was in love with you before he even got to kiss you

but after feeling your lips, it had enhanced his feelings for you

your relationships fell apart as fast as they had come together

after taking a while of getting over the breakup, you and leo had eventually returned to each other

it was awkward at first as the both of you still held feelings for the other person

you guys took walks around camp, sat under trees, and talked for hours

nostalgic of the flourishing of your friendship from the beginning

your first kiss was in the winter

you both sat outside of bunker 9 near the fire pit leo had made

you huddled as close as you could to the fire without getting burned, and leo sat beside you

at first, the two of you sat in silence, more focused on keeping warm

you scooted closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder as your eyes remained fixed on the flame in front of you

leo remembers how he tensed up, how his heart began to race

he looked down at your face, and you moved up, looking up to meet his gaze

the moment was so right, the urge to kiss you in his stomach festered

but leo was hesitant, afraid that you would reject him

so if you didn't lean in, pressing your lips into his, he would probably have cracked a joke and missed the opportunity

Su boca es tan sensual. Me cautiva y me excita, no me canso de besar. Her mouth is so sensual. It captivates and excites me; I never get tired of kissing.

your first kiss was longer than expected

leo's hand rested on your cheek, and you shifted to face him, one hand resting near his jaw as if to keep him close

his lips followed the rhythm of yours, and the last thing on his mind was pulling away

the both of you savored your first kiss as it increasingly became eager and impatient

when you reluctantly pulled away, you were out of breath

leo's brown eyes were filled with awe

leo remembered how dumb he felt for not saying how he felt sooner

as your pretty eyes gazing into his, finally confessing the words he thought he'd never hear, "lee, i like you, i've always had"

his heart sank, along with the excitement of his fluttering stomach

all the mixed emotions and heartbreak could have been avoided; all the time you guys had wasted suppressing your feelings you could never get back

and all of it would have never occurred if one of you had said something earlier

but he couldn't dwell on it too long, and he quickly saw no point in dwelling

because as your wide eyes remained fixed on him, nervously waiting for his answer and the way the fire cast light on your pretty face

the only thing on his mind was how grateful he was that this moment had even happened

and as he pressed his lips back into yours, every thought in his mind dissipated as you, and the feeling of your lips on his was the only thing he could focus on

¿Para qué correr si no hay apuro? Si es que cada vez que estamos juntos el tiempo se detiene y desaparece. Why run if there is no rush? If every time we are together, time stops and disappears.

the lyrics of this song isn’t the only thing that reminds leo about your relationship

it’s everything from the instrumental to the dreamy sound of the artist’s voice

it perfectly captures the fluttery, gentle, almost surreal feeling he gets when he’s with you

even at the beginning of your relationship, there was never an awkward moment

it was as if you picked up right where you left off

you both went back to the late nights in bunker 9, and the lingering touches and glances had returned

he never felt like he needed to rush when he was with you

like the way he felt he had to rush to finish a part of his project by dawn because the hours would pass by much too fast as he worked

when he spent the night with you, somehow, the minutes felt like they went by slower

you made his responsibilities in the morning feel miles away

in bunker 9, or when you snuck out to look at the stars laying shoulder-to-shoulder, it felt like you were the only people in the world with no obligation to anyone but to each other

you took things slow, too

neither of you saw the point in rushing milestones in your relationship

and the innocence of the beginning of your relationship is something leo cherishes

he smiled fondly at his previous hesitance of holding your hand in public; the gesture subtle, but it effectively announced to the world that you were his and he was yours

the shy kisses; how he worried if he was kissing you too much or too long even though you craved his lips just as much as he did yours

the surprise at your affection; how he’d melt as you played with his hair, twirling his curls with your fingers, or massaged your shoulders to cox him into taking a break

the way he froze, not sure where to put his hands when you snuggled into his side on the old couch in bunker 9

even though he felt pins and needles in his arm after resting it under your head, he didn’t dare to move, not ready to give up the feeling your body pressed against his

and your kind words that made his cheeks heat up and even caused his nose or the tips of his ear to catch on fire

Ya no me hace falta nada más si lo más difícil de encontrar. Lo encontré contigo y nadie más. I'm not missing anything else. The most difficult thing is to find. I found it with you and no one else.

he had hoped that his personality could get someone, but you were more than he expected

you made him feel complete

because the biggest lesson you taught him was that not only did he deserve every kind word, every kind act that came from you, and more

but that he also deserved to be unapologetically happy

Mi corazoncito está de luto por tu amor. Prendió dos velitas y te escribió una canción, es un poco necio y se llena de complejos. My little heart is fighting for your love. I light two candles, and I write you a song. It’s a bit foolish, and it’s filled with complexes.

this song is dear to both of you because it's the first song you guys danced to in your shared apartment

as you and leo unpacked, marking the first day of a new chapter in your relationship, this song began to play

leo smiled and called your name

you looked up from the box of clothes, and leo was standing in front of you, offering his hand

you raised an eyebrow as he gave you a smile

"dance with me?"

without a second thought, you took his hand

if you do know how to dance bachata, the two of you found the rhythm quick

your bodies will be pressed closed, turning and switching up your steps as you dance across the hallway

he might press little kisses on your neck and playfully ask, "since when have you been such a good dancer?”

if you don't, it's okay, leo would take his time to teach you

he'll show you the steps, chuckling when you would accidentally step on his feet

he'd think it’s really cute how you get embarrassed when you mess up

as you begin to catch the rhythm, you become relaxed, and leo will praise you for being such a quick learner

Que el corazoncito es mío, mío, mío, mío, mío, mío. Yo soy el poeta de mil penas y tú eres mi condena That the little heart is mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine. I’m the poet of a thousand sorrows, and you’re my burden

as you guys dance, he'll press his forehead against yours

you'll give you a cute little smile and grasp the sides of your face as he sings this verse to you

he's right; your heart is his and only his

that scary feeling when he acknowledges how much he's in love with you which is usually followed by the paranoia of losing you is the only burden he'd willingly carry

because at the end of the day, when you're laid beside him or when you guys laugh together until you can't breathe, or when you tell him how much you love him, that burden is always lightened

leo's first car was, of course, a project

because why would he buy a car ready to be driven around?

he bought a beat-up car and made it his summer project to fix it up

well… before he was able to fix it up, it looked pretty bad for a while

especially since he got caught up with doing a big project for new rome and his three-month project turned more into a 9-month project

he knew how much you hated the car, and he found it hilarious

he had stripped the car of paint, so for a good month and a half, it looked like just a metal casing with wheels

one night, you needed to go on a quick run to the pharmacy

and you had to get into that god-forsaken car

"it's not that bad, mi amor."

"lee… it's bad."

leo looked at his car, and he cringed, "yeah, it's bad," he admits as he gets in, and you hesitantly get in after him

on your run, leo turns on the spanish radio for background noise

suddenly, la carcacha plays, and the both of you get excited

after being with him for a long time, you've listened to selena's entire discography and even picked up some spanish

Un carro viejo que viene pitando con llantas de triciclo y el motor al revés. En la esquina yo esperando como siempre su novia fiel. An old car comes honking down the street with the wheels of a tricycle and the engine the wrong way around. As usual in the corner, I'm waiting; his faithful girlfriend.

the both of you sang the first verse, and it slowly hit you

as leo pulls up to a red light, the two of you slowly exchanged a look before bursting out laughing

"babe! that's us!" he shouted over the music, making you laugh even more

Aunque sea pobre y tenga un carro viejo. Me trata como reina, un hombre de verdad Even though he is poor and his car is old. He treats me like a queen, a real man

it became a huge inside joke

from that day on, you referred to the car as carcacha, and that metal casing on wheels had a soft spot in your heart

you told leo this, and he joked that he’d keep it that way forever

you side-eyed him, and that told him enough that you definitely didn't want that

this song just reminds him how you've always taken him for who he is

you didn't care about material; you just cared about his character and how happy he made you

you knew as long as you were with him, you guys would figure things out

Mamita yo se que tu no te me va' a quitar. Lo que me gusta es que tu te dejas llevar. To los weekenes ella sale a vacilar. Mamita, I already know that you won't quit. What I like is that you allow to be taken away. All the weekends she goes out to have fun.

his car didn’t always stay beat up

once he finished with his project for new rome, he put his complete focus on his car

within a couple of months, he painted it, got new wheels, fixed the interior, and finally, it looked like a proper car

it was almost unrecognizable

you were the first person he showed it to because he was so proud of it

and you made sure he knew how proud you were

he then suggested going on a drive, and you agreed

it was a beautiful spring day, around 7 pm, and the sun was beginning to set

with the window rolled down, you guys blasted all your favorite songs

every time he listens to this song, he thinks about how ethereal you looked in the golden hue of the setting sun

your pretty smile as you sang to the chorus of the song, laughing at the way he mimicked the artist’s voice

your shocked face when he explained to you what gasolina meant in this context (if you didn’t know already)

the liberating feeling of driving on the highway with no real direction

and if he could live in that memory forever, he would

Bombo, dile que ya voy, que me espere un momentico asi, mientras canto un guaguancó. Dile que no es un desprecio, pues vive en mi corazón. Bongo, tell her that I’m coming and to spare me a moment while I’m singing a guaguanco. Tell her I don’t mean any disrespect, for she lives in my heart

leo always jokes that he slowly became his mother as he got older

one example of this was him unofficially deciding that saturday morning will be your cleaning days

this happened so organically, and he didn't even notice that he was doing it until you pointed it out

when you moved in with him, you didn't think this was something you'd have to deal with

but a part of you wasn't surprised when you woke up on one saturday, this song blaring through your apartment, leo singing just loud enough to be heard over the music

leo remembers how you lazily opened the door to your bedroom, eyes squinted and unadjusted to the bright sun coming through the windows of your apartment

through your eyelashes, you're met with leo, who was way too energetic for 8 am

"lee… what-?"

"come dance with me!"

suddenly he pulled you by your wrist and dances with you

well, more like he dragged your drowsy body around as he danced

"wow, mi amor! half asleep, and you're still the best dancer."

you smile sleepily and groan, wanting to go back to bed with him, but it was clear leo had other plans

before you could try and suggest it, he shoved a broomstick in your hand and said

"ponte a limpiar"

(start cleaning)

if your mother did this, you might have gotten flashbacks HAHA

leo turns around before he freezes

he looks at you, a puzzled expression across his face before he said: "gods, I'm becoming like my mother."

you laughed and shook your head, insisting that you should probably wash up before you clean

then you both cleaned for more of the day, playing all kinds of music, occasionally stopping to dance

and when the song played later in the day, you made up for the sleepy dancing

from that saturday to the next, leo always made sure he played that song first thing in the mornings to wake you up to clean

Bésame y a destiempo; sin piedad y en silencio. Bésame, frena el tiempo. Haz crecer lo que siento. Kiss me and untimely; without mercy and in silence. Kiss me, stop the time and flourish what I feel.

life isn’t guaranteed, it can be taken at virtually any moment, and you and Leo are well aware of the fact

being a demi-god isn’t easy, and there’s always that worry that something might happen to the other person or there’ll be another big war to fight in

that feeling that time stops when leo’s with you never really fades

the nights before he goes on quests or before you do, you two will savor the night before

because as much as you don’t want to think about it, it could be the last night you’ll spend together

the both of you will get lost in your kisses, neither dwelling on time

and pretending as if the morning will never come

basking in the comfort of knowing that you’re with each other and safe in your little bubble of sheets

your kisses range from featherlight sleepy pecks to slow open-mouthed kisses that make your face get hot and your stomach flutter like crazy

Bésame, como si el mundo se acabara después y beso a beso pon el cielo al revés. Bésame sin razón porque quiere el corazón Kiss me, as if the world will end tomorrow, then kiss by kiss, place the sky upside down. Kiss me without reason because our hearts want it to

every kiss somehow conveys the utter passion, devotion, and love you guys have

that none of these aspects have any other motive but for your raw desire for each other

the sleepy kisses where the both of you are half asleep, but you continue to kiss each other as if it's second nature

it shows how consistent you've been for each other

it's a consistency that leo wasn't used to at first

and is so grateful for it now

overall, to him, it doesn't matter how the war or the quests concludes

because if making his way back to you is the only success he can claim, then he'd be content

La noche y tú. Vive la luna enamorada y al contemplarla, en su mirada me hace soñar. The night and you. The moon is in love, and while contemplating her, her glance makes me dream.

this song faintly played in the background during one of your many baths together

leo’s arms wrapped around your waist, your back pressed against his chest

he littered soft kisses on your shoulder, and a faint smile formed on his face as you tilted your head in the opposite direction, giving his lips more skin to access

his eyes flickered up to your face, your eyes closed, expression relaxed in the dim candlelight

you sighed softly, putty in his arms as his nose moved up your neck, his warm breath on your skin making your arms rise in goosebumps

“bonita?” he called your name softly and you hum to notify him that you were listening

“te amo más de lo que puedas imaginar," he whispered

(i love you more than you can imagine)

your eyes opened slow as you smiled softly, the sound of his voice making your cheeks warm up

“how am i supposed to top that?” you asked, your giggles and his laugh bounced off the tiles of your bathroom

“don’t. just tell me you love me too,” he teased and you nodded, using the spanish he’s taught you throughout the years to say:

“yo también te amo”

(i love you too)

Revelación que me extasía: raro esplendor de fantasía, que vive en ti. Revelation that makes me feel the ecstasy: the rare splendor of fantasy that lives within you.

his heart skipped a beat

your voice sounding adorable as you spoke his mother tongue

as he gazed into your eyes, taking in the wonder, the fantasy of your future together

he can't imagine anyone else he'd like to explore it with

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[slyttherins]

Werewolf attack | Bill Weasley x Reader

Summary: You get a letter from Ginny saying that Bill was injured during a battle

Pairing: Bill Weasley x Reader

Square filled: Post battle

Word count: 1248

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Dear, Y/N

I'm sorry to have to announce this to you by mail, but Bill was severely injured during a battle with Death Eaters. He's currently being taken care of at Hogwarts' hospital wing. Come quick.

Ginny Weasley

It had been a while since you last been inside the castle, but you managed to find the hospital wing fairly easily - with the help of a few portraits. As you walked through the halls, you heard details about the battle Ginny had mentioned. According to the whispers, the Great Hall you once loved was now destroyed and so was Hagrid's hut. Lastly, and the most shocking, Dumbledore was...dead.

Bill's cot was surrounded by the Weasley clan when you arrived at the infirmary, making it easy to spot. Around you, there were students being treated in other cots for cuts and others injuries, making you wonder what had happened.

Having seen you walk in, Ginny stepped away from her family and came to greet you.

''What happened?'' you asked, but the younger Weasley didn't say anything and simply hugged you. You hugged her back, feeling like she needed it. ''Gin-'' you started, getting more worried.

''I think it's better if you see yourself.''

She led the way and you followed, preparing yourself for the worse. If it hadn't been so bad, Ginny would've put more details into her letter. So, it had to be bad.

You bypassed the hospital screen that had been installed between beds, separating and shielding him from other patients and curious eyes and took a deep breath before standing next to Ron and filling the empty space Ginny must've occupied before you arrived.

Tears welled in your eyes when you saw Bill in the small cot with bandages and scratches all over. His eyes were closed, having most likely been given a sleeping draught to ease the pain and facilitate the healing. Four long - and deep looking - scratches took the side of his face and kept going across his nose, chin and a little of his left cheek. He was, for lack of better words, disfigured.

Beside his bed was a small pot with soiled gauzes and bandages and other cleaning supplies from when the nurses had tended him. It made you sick to your stomach how many there were.

''William.''

Your broken voice caught Molly's attention. She looked up without detaching herself from her husband, holding onto a handkerchief which she must've used to wipe her tears. She forced a smile at you, but was too worried about her son's state.

A werewolf. A nasty werewolf that went by the name Greyback had attacked him, mauled him when the Death Eaters had entered the school, Ron had explained.

''Is he going to turn into a..?'' you trailed, speaking everyone's mind.

''There is a possibility,'' Mr. Weasley replied. ''Remus said if it had been a bite, there would be no questioning, but Greyback scratched him. And, it wasn't on a full moon. We'll have to wait and see.''

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When it became too late to stay up, Mrs. Weasley and the rest of the clan left to get some rest at home. Molly didn't want to leave her son's bedside, but she knew he was in safe hands with you - and the Hogwarts nurses.

No one was allowed overnight at the infirmary, it was an old rule that still went, but Madam Pomfrey let you stay.

It was almost midnight when Bill's eyes opened.

The matron and all the nurses had gone to sleep in their quarters, leaving the ones in the portraits to watch over the patients. You too had fallen asleep, but instead of a soft bed, it was in the uncomfortable chair by Bill's bed. Your body was going to ache tomorrow.

A scratchy call of your name stirred you from your sleep, the quiet sound louder in the silent infirmary. You opened your eyes and saw your boyfriend awake in his cot.

''I'm here,'' you said, coming closer and sitting on the edge of Bill's cot, careful to not brush any of the cuts and scratches on his arms and chest.

The redhead looked at you and smiled softly, still loopy from the potions he was given. ''I must look dashing, do I?'' he asked, making you laugh as tears pricked your eyes.

''Don't worry, you're still handsome,'' you assured despite the scratches on his face. ''How are you feeling?'' you asked, gently stroking his hair around his face the way you knew he liked.

''Like I've been stepped on by one of Charlie's dragons,'' Bill answered half honest, half joking. He laughed it off, but the rumbling and expansion of his chest caused a sharp chest pain, making the redhead hiss.

You knew it was from the bruises on his ribs, but Bill's hiss of pain still worried you. You hated to see him in hurt, hearing his pain was worse and got you immediately in nurse alert. ''Do you need more pain potion? I'll go get a nurse-''

Bill put his hand on your arm, stopping you. ''No. I'm good.''

''Maybe you should cut down on the laughing until you're healed, yeah? The nurse said it should take two weeks for the bruises on your ribs to heal. Fred tried to use his invented bruise-healing paste on you, but Madam Pomfrey threatened to ban him from the infirmary so he put it back in his pocket,'' you explained, laughing at the memories.

''Does it even work?''

You shrugged. ''I have no idea.''

You weren't too familiar with the twins' Weasley Wheezes products, but if the bruise-healing paste didn't work, Fred wouldn't have tried to use it on Bill. Not while he was severely injured in a hospital cot.

''Has anyone caught Greyback?'' Bill asked, curious about the fate of his attacker.

''No.'' You shook your head. ''He got away with the other Death Eaters. I'm sorry.''

''It's okay. It'll give me time to recover until I can get my revenge.'' Bill forced a smile, trying to stay positive, but you knew it was only a facade.

''Remus wants his ass dead too. He won't live for long.''

You were trying to sound hopeful, but Remus had been bitten at the age of four and was now in his mid-thirties. In his defense, Fenrir Greyback was difficult to catch. He had been captured several times by the Ministry's Werewolf Capture Unit, but managed to escape every time.

''What happened during the battle? Did they catch the Death Eaters? Is-''

You shook your head, refusing to tell him anything about the battle. Something big did happen, but Bill didn't need to know about Dumbledore's death - not at midnight. For everything else, you didn't have enough information to answer everything he'd want to know. ''Madam Pomfrey said you need rest. We can talk about the battle tomorrow.''

He sighed, but didn't push. ''Come in the bed with me.''

You hesitated. ''I don't think-''

''Please, love. Just for a couple minute until I fall asleep.'' He used his Weasley charm and you gave in.

Thankful for the hospital screens around his cot, you carefully sat on Bill's bed and made sure to not touch any of his bandages, scared to hurt him. Once you were settled, Bill closed his eyes, head resting against the soft pillow.

You found a spot on his face where he had no bandages and kissed it. ''I still love you, William. Whether you owl at the moon every months or not.''

You saw a smile curl on his lips. He was going to be okay.

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