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the-moon-files · 3 months

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The Chain being Down Bad🐕‍🦺™️ for Your Voice lol (Masc!Reader)

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@peepthatbish once again, our lovely muse peep (name twins!!) Has come to bless me, and hopefully i did that gorgeous idea justice, and dw im not done writing them all out yet :)

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Sun: Masculine Reader (he/him)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: a dash of everybody <3

(except rare ones like Fierce/Koridai/Courage/Sage/etc.)

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Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: fluff & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if i missed any. /gen

Ok but like

Ur voice is absolutely iconic to them

(Like the fairy fountain theme or the appearance of the Master sword, its unimaginable to them for your to not sound like that)

And its not only the heroes of Hyrule, but anyone else who could hear you

Well it helps that it used to be ur only sort of external sign of presence to outsiders

(the Links could also somewhat "feel" you in their own chests sometimes, like when u were stressed over a boss, or sad over a cutscene)

The only others who usually hear you are mostly things like the Great Fairies, the Deku Tree, other weird ass beings that know way too much (Fierce Deity)

So needless to say, when u first crash landed thru a portal into Wild's Hyrule (ur latest Zelda game you've played u guess thats why)

And the Chain had seen u in the distance, met up with you to try and help what they thought was some poor guy who accidentally fell thru Hylia's portals

But as they heard u stutter thru an introduction, instead they knew immediately it was you

Sky and Twi seriously teared up, Hyrule/Wild/Four/Wind all attacked you with a hug and excited shrieking, Legend and Wars were just gaping in shock, and Time was just staring at you

It took you a minute to pinpoint who was from what game, but as soon as you figured it out u literally jaw dropped at Time/Wild/Twi/etc.

(The ones that look different from their in game model or way better irl than graphics could ever capture)

U also may have screamed. A very manly scream. Not high pitched at all. You didnt make Legend cover his ears or the four that tackled u scramble off in fear, what- haha

(U cant blame urself, u were in literal shock, bc that's ALL the LINKS??!! Like u needed a shock blanket like rescue/ambulances gives ppl)

After calming down, it wasnt even an outright discussion or decision u could rlly choose,

They were basically kidnapping u along for the ride, also u were there for them (in pretty voice alone but still) for all their adventures,

So u even suggesting leaving u behind bc u couldnt keep up as well as them had them looking at you like they never even considered it

(And also making them individually go thru the 5 stages of grief: 😨😟😡😭🥺🙏🙏 they were all outright begging u, in their own ways, deadass by the end of it)

So as u travel, you get to understand the full impact of Your Voice, or the Guide's Voice™️.

If anyone has a nightmare, what would normally take another hero poking them with a stick and dodging the reflex punch, or them waking up unable to go back to sleep after having the nightmare, etc.

U quickly realized only took you talking to comfort them, with no reflex punch when they woke up, if they woke up, sometimes u were so good at it the nightmare just cleared ended according to their face

In your first battle against the shadow, along with lots of black-blooded monsters, u realized how much more confidently every Link fought as soon as you were speaking from behind them

They got even better and less stressed abt fighting when u managed to crack a few jokes or go toe to toe verbally with the Shadow lol

Legend outright guffawed when you pulled a dumb "sigh... well i guess... maybe... ur mom." joke in response to his villain monologue, like wiping a tear and everything, saying "u used to say that all the time after dumb long evil speeches, its a fucking classic" 💀

Literally will have them asking you to make more jokes bc it makes them feel better in tense situations/battles (most to least frequently: Sky, Wild, Hyrule, Wind, Twi, Time, Wars, Legend, Four) but they love it equally

Okay but,

U have Definitely. Sent chills down their spines when u get into lower ranges lol

U dont understand why everyone needs to talk to you so bad first thing in the morning,

or alternatively why they keep wanting you to go on a rant abt ur fav book/tv show/thing either???

U are always the last for story time at the campfire every night, and unlike the others, they refuse to let you take a night off, u have to say smth every night??

It amazes u they like ur voice so much, huh, Wild/Twi/Wars/Four/Hyrule must all be getting a little too close to the fire, theyre faces are looking a little red/pink

(Legend and Time just look rlly pleased/happy to be here, they only ever look a little overheated when u specifically look at them while ur talking/or tell a story abt them, and they usually are always the ones asking u another question to prompt u to keep going forever)

Wars may or may not have a life changing moment he told u abt ur voice on his adventures where Cia was like, "Ah Link... let me get a good look at you..."

Link: 😰🤢🥲

You: "... and girl, I am only looking at your tiddies right now."

If Wars had smth to drink right then he wouldve spit-taked.

It was like the one time he was caught so genuinely off-guard, and u just made him suddenly feel 10x more comfortable facing her, he literally couldnt keep his knight trained composure together, he had to lean on his knees he was crying with laughter

That was the first Cia heard of you too and she literally audibly gasped lmao

It was like all of a sudden Wars and Cia had been in on a joke no one else could hear around them (Shiek/Zelda is confused to this day by that)

And there are countless moments like this from each of their adventures where u did this, u cant help but feel mildly embarassed when u hear it at first

But then seeing how much ur voice and comments meant to them and how happy it made them u can help but want to talk more and more and more

Youve never felt more comfortable talking to this many people in ur entire life,

Bc u can literally see their elf ears twitching cutely when they pick up ur voice

BEST BELIEEEVVEEEE

u arent getting out of singing to them.

Yeah, sorry, theyve heard u sing ur fav songs while gaming too many times, they need to hear u sing irl, Now.

Most of them ignore or sort of passively enjoy bards/musicians on their journeys, but as soon as u so much as hum-

Its like they're all clambering to get closer to hear u, but also not make u aware thats what theyre doing, so they end up just:

Four/Legend/Hyrule trying to hide behind various (upside down) books, behind plants that're not that bushy, or one memorable time, when u sang "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy" quietly to urself, a bard's tune got close and reminded u of it,

and Four fully threw his hammer on his toes bc he was so shocked/lovestruck, he completely missed the anvil and just threw it at the ground/his feet LMAO

Time and Wars, cheeky strategists they are, immediately fall back behind u wherever u are, so u cant see them, but they can still hear u lol

(Theyre the only ones youve not caught actively listening/straining to come closer to hear u... bc theyre behind u lol)

Wild/Sky/Twi all fully whip their heads around fast enough to crack it, then clumsily try to recover so u wont stop

Wild/Sky just fully accidentally like fall into lakes/ponds trying to stay just out of range or even (they both tried it once, and never again after u got onto them) got on a rooftop

And fell. When u got quieter they tried to get closer and- yep.

(Idiots were fine and smiling when u came to check on them)

Twilight.

Twilight's the worst ngl.

Just fully stares in awe at you until u stop out of embarassment, and has had the audacity multiple times to pop up as Wolfie and just happily listen like you havent also been thru the adventure that literally made him a werewolf

Wind is a cutie, he always joins in, esp when he recognizes the song, and since they can somehow remember the songs u sang while gaming, it will never not be a core memory for you to sing "Drunken Sailor" back to back with "I LOVE YOU HOE" by ODETARI (ft.9lives)

with Wind Waker Link.

You nearly died when you heard him singing the chorus, like literally right after drunken sailor 💀

(Its catchy u got it stuck in ur head from tiktok audios)

(Wind absolutely makes fun of the others for being in love with ur voice, like he'll trick u into ranting abt smth late at night when ur voice is husky or ur just low energy atm, and then from behind you just mouth at the rest of them, sitting looking up at you like ur an angel,

G A Y Y Y Y 🫵🫵🫵 )

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Sorry to anyone whose sent in stuff to my mailbox! I promise ill answer u tomorrow!!

Im acc running another blog for a diff fandom and i got busy today :/

BUT THANK U SM AND I LOVE YOU TO ANYONE WHO SENT STUFF IN !! <3333

Like, i would write a fic for u tysm for showing me ur interest bc it feels like tumbleweeds are blowing thru LU fandom when i check the tags 💀

Which isnt awful! I just like hearing feedback from ppl or just talking abt LU and stuff :)

Peace out,

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#linked universe x reader #lu x reader #male reader #lu x male reader #link x reader #linked universe reader #linked universe male reader #loz link x reader #jfc is that all of them yet #lu imagines #now?#yeah sure thatll be all the tags #well i should #peepthatbish's catalogue!!#thats the tag now for them giving me all these gorgeous gorgeous male reader ideas #ngl i feel like i cant emphasize that reader is masc enough? maybe thats just the trans in me speaking 💀

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betweenblackberrybranches · 4 months

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So i wrote a little thing for the RLGL au

Its a prologue of sorts, the first actual meeting between the guys and y/n at work before they become neighbours

Be warned though i am not a writer and typed this out quickly on my phone while i was supposed to work so it is probably not that good (i think i just randomly switch between present tense and past tense so it just be like that)

Warning for suggestive themes. But nothing explicit is mentioned

There you stood, one hand grabbing the handle of the sleek chrome and wooden door. This was not part of your job description. And this was really not something you wanted to do. You were a janotor. Fixing minor electrical things, looking after the plumming, washing all sheets that the cleaners brought into the washing room and fixing and cleaning up the rough stuff. Every day was busy and you had always kept to yourself and the many staff only hallways, away from the rich red and black velvet and the polished wooden floors, raw concret where the eyes of the customers wouldnt see.

You felt safe in your domain, the low humming of the heating filling the basement rooms like the breathing of a sleeping dragon. Or atleast that was what you liked to imagine it as. It made your work seem atleast a little more exciting and kept your mind of the various fluids you had to painstakingly rinse out of the white and burgundy sheets.

You straighten your sleeves, a black turtleneck black slacks and a black baseball cap with fazCOs logo, not really the usual uniform for the people interacting with customers, worlds away from the white button up and vest you should be wearing. But this was an emergency. Well as far as the rich bozo in this room was concearned atleast. So who knows on what level the "mess" was, this could be anything from some spilling to..... well no need to think about worst case szenarios.

Straightening your cap one last time you enter the dimmly lit room. You immidiatly regret every single choice that led you to this specific sight. The hairs on your arms rising in protest as you try to nonchalantly step further into the mess, the customer having left apparently, not even waiting for the emergency roomservice to arrive after calling for it. Red wine and some gunk that looked like it had been food once that had been chewed and spit out again smeared all over the couch and carpet. You call out to make sure the coast is clear, trying very hard to not gag.

As soon as you are sure there is no human in the room you rush to a lifeless form of satin metal and plastic on the ground, swallowing hard as salvia and gall rise up in your throat. You find the second one bundeled up on the bed, lanky arms and legs positioned in a way that sent a shiver down your spine, one of his arms was popped out of the shoulder, only hanging by the many thin cables running under the outer casing.

Shaking hands finding the small power button at the base of the blue ones head you wait, counting five and then ten seconds. This isnt something you should be doing. This is against company policies, and yet you cant just leave them like this for a technician to find after you cleaned up. The soft hum of the reboot sent your hand back as if burned and you kneel down to repeat the action on the yellow one. You knew they had names, pretty obvious ones at that.. sun and moon. You had only seen them from afar until now. Especally because you were not a waiter or maid, someone who would walk past them regularly in the flashy suits and club rooms, no you were someone working in the shadows. A shame that the one time you saw them this closely it felt like you should avert your gaze, because even under the questionable liquids and gunk they still looked stunning. The yellow one started humming under your touch and you hurridly got up, starting the cleaning process and ignoring the two stiring bodies like you were supposed to.

Moon sat up straight, unfurling from his nothing but explicit position, his left arm dragging on the bed. No mind was given to the worker bustleing around the furthest corner as moon leaped forwards and down to the ground, shaking arm immidiatly finding his bright counterpart who was in the process of opening his eyes. Sun looked up and welcomed the soft embrace of moon, foreheads pressed together best they could with their orbish heads, giving themselves just one moment of comfort before dealing with the situation at hand.

You had started to clean the bathroom first, wanting to give the two robots enough time to regain their baring and hide their bodies away if they so wished. A bitter taste on your lips you reenter the main suite with two steaming hot towels and a big box of wet wipes, wordlessly pressing them in the hands of the two, now sitting on the bed encased in a thin sheet. With any interaction between general staff and escorts being prohibited you were pretty much towing the line of doing something that could get you fired, but you felt like this needed to be done.

Moving on you cleaned the carpet, trying to ignore the two bots meticulously wiping down eachother. You sigh. This all felt so wrong. You grab the cleaning rag tight as you rub at the carpet and wish you could do more for the two than gracefully ignoring them and their disheviled apearances, assuming theyd even want any help from a random janitor.

They are still cleaning and fixing up eachother when you put away the last stained pillowcase and wipe down the low table one last time. You swallow dryly. All you can think of doing for them is grabing two small post it notes from your cart and make small origami flowers, one of like three things you know how to fold. Leaving them behind on the stack of clean clothing you plop down on one edge of the bed. It is hard not to sneak one last look at the two, hovering around eachother, deeply concentrated on reapplying eachothers makeup with gentle brushstrokes.

The most beautiful constelation. But you feel like this is not something you are supposed to whitness.

You leave the room, softly dragging the door shut behind you and the cleaning cart with a click, disappearing back into the concrete lined corridors of the staff only areas, back to whatever you were doing before, the two robots in their gentle embrace at the border of your mind.

Cream fingers close around the neon colored paper flowers, to be carefully deposited in an inner jacket pocket and transported home. To be kept safe in a small cardboard box under their bed. To be forgotten but never lost.

#fnaf sun #fnaf moon #sundrop #moondrop #dca #daycare attendant #dcamv #my writing #rlgl au #i know this isnt very good #or long #anyways ill go hide now

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bakerstreethound · 8 months

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Congrats on 5 years! 🎉

Can I get a Sherlock fluff with Sherlock is awake first, hes looking at the reader with utmost love. But he wakes up the reader with kisses and nuzzles.❤️ I adore the way you write & I cant get enough of soft Sherlock🍓✨

Thank you so much for sending this in. I finally completed the story (I apologize for taking so long) I hope you enjoy it! There is a bit of light smut at the end so 18+ only.

Light in the Darkness

Summary: Waking up in Sherlock's arms is one of the highlights of your day, and he shows you how much he adores you; how grateful he is to have you in his life.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT copy, repost, claim, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Sherlock groans, wiping the remaining sleepiness from his eyes. Outside, the sun barely makes itself visible, the night holding fast to London, unrelenting in its grasp over the city. Sherlock yawns, reaching out to the other side of the bed, your sleeping form breathing softly lost in the throes of sleep.

He smiles, his hand brushing softly along your side watching as you lean into his touch. Even your subconscious knows you’re at peace here with him and you snuggle further into him, allowing yourself a moment of extended comfort before reality pulls you into its clutches.

Lips travel softly along your neck, the soft brush of curls following in their wake as gentle nuzzles replace the kisses, going back and forth simultaneously. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips and your eyes flutter open, met with the face of your husband looking at you with simmering eyes, half lidded, the sleep not fully leaving him, yet.

“Good morning to you, too Sherlock.”

He melts against you, your fingers running through his curls, massaging them as he likes it, earning an appreciative groan. You continue at it, relishing in the soft noises he makes, not yet ready to let any of his cases take him from you. He looks content enough, his breathing slow and steady, much the opposite of your own when you wake up startled from nightmares.

“That feels nice,” he gazes up at you eyes shimmering in adoration, overcome with unspoken emotions he can't fathom. It’s more than nice, something you could’ve conjured in a dream.

His arm laced around your waist pulls you impossibly closer, the feeling of his bare skin against yours a reminder of the night before, allowing you to admire the marks you left behind, mingled with the scars of a time long past you knew wouldn’t disappear from his skin, a permanent reminder of those times alone. But nothing like that will happen again, not with you by his side.

You press a kiss to his cheek, pulling him from his thoughts, and what a sight you are, eyes wide looking at him with more adoration than he could possibly fathom. His hand reaches to you of its own accord, stroking your cheek softly.

You lean into his touch, his warmth kindling a spark inside you, firing into your heart, electricity rampant between you. He doesn’t want to look away, even as the sunlight barely parting through the ever-hanging fog beckons a new day, he doesn’t want it to begin.

He only wants to remain here with you for the moment, though his mind protests, his legs aching to run down the ramparts and alleyways of his beloved town. It will always be there for him.

London isn’t you.

And you are more than the city that soiled his name, his reputation, slandered him for a penny here and there to get the inside scoop.

You are his, his to cherish and damn it you are one of the only ones he truly finds some semblance of the concept of love, the feeling of you next to him makes his head spin, fathoming the possibilities of how you both ended up this way together.

It is a bond of unbreakable trust between you, beautiful and understood looming and intertwined with truth.

His forehead rests against your and you lean up into him, your arms wrapping around his neck, your hands carding through his beautiful mass of curls, twirling a rogue strand around an index finger.

“You’re wonderful, Sherlock. What would I do without you?” Or, rather, what could you do to help his racing mind. His eyes dart back and forth, deeming to bury his face in your neck inhaling your scent.

What was he supposed to tell you?

This feeling inside him blooming further over the past year makes him nervous, even trying to voice how he feels won’t do it justice for what he can’t fully express.

When his lips brush yours, his arms caging you to him, encompassing you in his safety and warmth, it’s all you can comprehend consume and breathe. It’s him all-encompassing and nothing more. Nothing feels more right than this moment.

“Sherlock,” your voice falls from his lips in a perfect incandescent harmony, one he wants to breathe, to sing to create with you and you alone.

Fiery desperation fuels the strength of his kiss drowning you further into the heat of his flames, the coolness of your water evaporating his lips in a breath of fresh air.

You don’t want it to end, despite the time, the hour, the plans for the day, all is obsolete and his hands brush under the seam of your shirt, slently asking for permission. No other words are needed, you welcome him without question, shivering as your form is revealed to him, inch by inch, each intake of breath anticipating his next move.

Lips grazing your neck, hands falling to your hips, stroking circles just so. Your hands dig into his back, clinging to him like a lifeline, not daring to let go.

His body pressing against yours, groaning at the friction makes you shiver in anticipation. The full feeling of his skin against your laid bare to him is nothing more than comforting.

It’s home, it’s where you belong.

Only he got to see you in such a manner and you for him. Such is the manner of things and how they’ll always be. You want no one else but him. His feelings are indescribable as his fingers work you slow, your mouths falling open at the sensation, digging into his back harder, begging and pleading his name.

He loves you like this, would frame it if he could. Another memory another shot of the countless images in his mind palace he keeps. Memories of you always flutter near and you’re where he belongs, his northern star the compass pointing him home.

For London may be his city, but here with you in his arms, falling apart through his love, he is home at last. A beacon of light in the darkness.

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#sherlock x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #strawberry!sherlock #strawberry sherlock x reader #sherlock x you #sherlock fanfiction #sherlock smut #sherlock fluff #sherlock holmes imagine #bbc sherlock #sherlock bbc #benedict cumberbatch #sherlock tv #my writing #strangelockd #beloved friend #writing request

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lauriegraham01 · 8 months

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forever & always | erik lehnsherr

pairings: erik x reader, (cherik x reader if you squint)

summary: it's been years since erik abandoned you on the sands on cuba. when fate - or rather a friend from the future, logan - steps in and forces your paths to cross, what feelings will ensue?

w/c: 2,272

a/n: follows the events shown in days of future past, inspiration drawn from "forever & always" by taylor swift. been working on this one for the past week, apologies for the delay, life can be cruel but the storm only lasts one night.

The brightness of the sun was blinding as its rays bleed through the curtains of your room, shining in your eyes prompting you to wake up with a groan. Reaching out for Charles youre disappointed as you feel nothing but the cold sheets where his side of the bed laid empty. A headache settles in within your head, throbbing unforgivably. As you look over to your nightstand you read your clock.

2:47 p.m. Another day wasted away in bed.

You had gotten little sleep the night before. Scenes of sand plaguing you in your dreams echoing the trauma from all that you've lost.

You're on a beach in a Cuba. You don't know yet that it's the end of the world- the end of your world. Black spots cloud your vision. You're losing too much blood. Footsteps staggered as your breathing comes out labored- trying to make sense of what happened.

Erik.

Charles and you had been caught in the crossfire of his war against humans and now you both were paying the price for it.

"Erik?!" Your voice rings clear in his head. He exhales a shaky breath, one that he can't seem to breathe out enough. Charles laid in his arms paralyzed and betrayed. His heart broken at the pain he's caused and remorse washes over him as he sees the man in his grasp slips further away into a world of unfathomable pain. Leaving Charles within Moira's grasp he then makes his way to you. Discarding his metal helmet in the process.

"Y/N." Erik cautiously places his hands at your side. Taking in how much blood seeped through your suit.

“Erik what’s happened to Charles? Is he alright?" With eyes widened, you wait for him to bring some clarity to the chaos that happening.

“Y/N stop. You’re losing too much blood," Erik said carefully. Looking down he sees your hand pressed to your side. Carefully lifting it, he lets out a sharp gasp as he sees the tear in your suit where the bullet pierced your skin.

A choked cough escapes your lip as a bit of blood rushes through the side of your mouth. You feel your knees buckle underneath you and Erik catches you in time, placing you in his arms as you both sink to the sand.

“Erik?” Your voice rings within his head, even telepathically your voice sounds strained, hurt. “Did you do this?”

"I’m sorry, my love,'" it comes out a whisper. Even without your powers you knew exactly where his mind was at. By the solemn expression on his face and the distant look in his eyes you knew that he was leaving.

"Erik, please," you plead.

"I can't stay here. Look at all that I've caused."

"Erik, don't do this. Stay."

"I cant." He says through gritted teeth, the pain sharp on his tongue like a blade.

"You can. You have a family here, you have people who care and love you- I love you Erik."

His face was taut, twisted in a sea of emotions as he thought of the path that he was walking down- and the love that he would lose in the process.

"This is a war that I have to fight alone. I have to go down a road that you can't follow me on."

"Erik, please." You place a hand on his cheek and he closes his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh. Burning the feel of your touch for what he believes would be the last time.

"I'm sorry my love."

He takes your hand and places a kiss onto it before walking away, fading into view with your heart breaking with every step he takes.

"Charles?" You call to him like a ship lost at sea.

"I'm right here. I'm right here darling." His voice rings out softly in your head. By the labors of his breath you know that he's fighting through his pain. You shiver as you feel a coldness drape over you, slumping further into the sand as exhaustion wins its fight over you.

“I’m scared.”

"Stay with me. We'll make it through this together." Charles voice fades out as your vision fades to black.

It truly was a miracle that you even pulled through at all. Hank managing to save you within an inch of your life. An unpleasant feeling sits deep in your stomach as you try to shake off the scenes replaying in your head. Before the guilt of wasting the day away consumes you, you rise up out of bed and make way for the kitchen. The halls were quiet now, faded were the days where students once roamed freely. When the war in Vietnam began, students and teachers alike were being drafted and many never returned home. Wallowing in his grief, Charles closed the doors to the school.

So you and Hank stayed behind in the mansion. Hank tinkered away on his own plans and research and you remained by Charles side as you both tried to process and move through each others grief. When Hank created a serum that gave Charles the ability to use his legs again you had thought things would get better, but time would reveal how wrong you were. Things ultimately took a turn for the worst, as Charles became dependent on the serum and became an alcoholic, he had turned into a version of himself that you never thought possible. He was short-tempered and full of rage at any given moment. Hank got the worst of it, and at times you thought about leaving but you knew that you wouldn't- Charles knew that you couldn't.

Yet, it would be wrong to put the entire blame on Charles for the way things were. The truth was that you too had turned to your vices to quiet the voices within your own head. Falling in love with little thin white lines and drowning yourself in the bottom of bottles, you too had spiraled into your own world of self-destruction just as Charles had. Your relationship hadn't necessarily been the most stable it's been either. It seemed that you and Charles were constantly at each's others throat nowadays but it wasn't always bad days. Despite the screaming matches, both of us turning to our vices, there was still something tethering us together-whether it be love or a trauma bond was becoming unclear as time passed.

As you enter the kitchen, you note the bottles and needles still littering the kitchen table. Charles must've been up all night-again. Fancying a tea you turn the stove on as you fill a kettle with water. you feel the house rumble just a bit. Looking towards the ceiling you can make out heavy footsteps as though someone were being chased. Just then a yell can be heard following a hard crash. Following the source of the disturbance, you enter the foyer where Charles, Hank, or rather Beast, and a strange man come into view.

"Charles? What's going on here?" Making your way across to the staircase where Charles sat on.

"Nothing darling this gentlemen was just leaving," with a scotch in hand he waves to the strange man.

"Afraid I can't do that because I was sent here for you." Taking a closer look at him you note that he's rather tall. He carries himself confidently, head held high in his brown leather jacket.

"Well tell whoever it was that sent you that I'm...busy," Charles trails off.

"That's gonna be a little tricky because the person who sent me here...was you."

"What?" Charles and I let out simultaneously.

"About fifty years form now. Look I kno-I know, stay with me," he pleads with us.

"Excuse me?" Crossing your hands over your chest you look over to Charles and you both share a puzzling look before facing the stranger in front of you again.

"Fifty years from now like in the future fifty years from now ?" Charles quips.

"Yeah."

"I sent you from the future," Charles asks amused.

"Yes, Charles," he says with a roll of his eyes, growing aggravated by our refusal to believe him.

"Piss off," Charles spits bitterly.

"Charles..." you place a hand on his shoulder.

"If you had your powers you'd know I was telling the truth."

With that you use your powers to enter his mind, not expecting what was awaiting you. Hazed memories of the man you now know is Logan, consumed your senses as you traveled within his world of memories. Fear melted on your tongue as you saw the horrors of the reality that the future held, pain and genocides lurking within every corner and within the midst of it-hope. Hope that the future could be rewritten. Voices and faces so familiar yet so unknown, as though you've known them, a version of them.

Leaving his mind, you stumble as you adapt back to this reality, piecing together the meaning behind Logan's memories. Charles immediately stands up to catch you before you fall.

"y/n?" Charles calls, voice shaky as he holds you. Your breath comes out shaky as you cling to him for support. "Charles he's not CIA." Looking up at Logan he meets your gaze with understanding eyes, grateful that now someone believes him.

"y/n-" Hank calls out doubtfully.

"Hank, I know what I saw," you affirm sternly.

"Are you alright? What are you talking about?" Charles desperately searches your eyes for some kind of clarity.

"I'm fine, Charles. He's not CIA or FBI. I got in his head and I-", the words seem to die on your tongue. How do you explain what you saw without seeming mental? "I saw you...but older. From the future."

You swallow the lump within your throat. Charles furrows his eyes in confusion, not knowing what to make of your revelation.

"Erik too. I saw all of us, together preparing for what I fear may be our doom."

From then you managed to convince Charles and Hank that Logan was indeed telling the truth and that he needed our help in ensuring the survival of mutants. The four of you ventured on the plan that Charles, from the future, had set out. Which led you to where you were right now, on a plane seated next to Charles with Erik in front of you. Breaking him out of the Pentagon had been no easy task, but with the help of a new speedster friend, the lot of you succeeded with somewhat minimal damage in the process.

"y/n I-"

"Shut up," you cut Erik off.

He puffs out a defeated sigh as he looks up at you with those pleading eyes of his. You had imagined what it would be like to see Erik again. You spent the best of years waiting for him to come back, to fix what he had broken. You knew you should've given up when news got out of his attempted assassination of the president, but it was moot. A part of you still loved Erik, a part of you still saw the good in him.

"Look I want to apologize for what I did."

"For what exactly? Cause there's a long list of things left unsaid," Charles shoots back bitterly.

"Charles" you mutter and he backs down. You know how hard this is for him too, seeing Erik. Having him within arms reach yet him being worlds away from the man that you two knew and loved.

"He's right," Erik says sitting upright in his seat, "I did things and people got hurt in the process."

Your eyes look sharp and steady into the empty parts of him, heart heavy with the hatred of his own beliefs and the pain that its inflicted.

“I’m sorry Charles for what happened, I truly am. Not a day passed where I let myself forget it, I never meant to hurt you."

The anger practically radiates off Charles as his leg anxiously bounces even faster. He then climbs up from his seat before storming off passing you and Erik until he disappears from view.

"He'll come around," you mutter.

"I know," Erik sighs. "Charles has a flair for the dramatics."

Your lips betray you as they curl into a small smile. Locking eyes with him you feel the guard you had fought so hard you built to distance yourself from him, rumble threatening to drop into ash.

"I missed you everyday, y/n."

"Erik please-"

"I couldn't escape you even if i tried. You know that better than I do."

"I thought I knew you, now I'm not so sure," you whisper barely loud enough for Erik to register.

Slumping further into his seat, the guilt settles deeper in his bones. He knows he'll never forgive himself for what he did that day on the beach. Yet, sitting here in front of you he wants nothing more than to be able to be loved by you again.

"I couldn't save you.." he croaks. Eyes glossy as tears began to pool his eyes.

"That didn't mean you had to go. Erik, we could've fought through it, together."

“I was too blind to see that I hurt the ones I love. I carry the weight of my crimes every day."

"You don't have to carry it alone." Hesitantly you reach your hand across to grab his. He's still warm to the touch just as you remembered, rubbing smooth circles over his knuckles with your thumbs, you savor the feel of him, having been deprived of it for so long.

"There's still time to make things right."

"I'd like that." Bringing your interlocked hand to his lips he places a kiss on top of your knuckles.

#erik lehnsherr x reader #magneto x reader #magneto imagine #cherik x reader #charles xavier x reader #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #xmen #xmen movies #marvel #xmen fanfiction #marvel fanfiction

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thisismeracing · 5 months

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komh thots

lazy mornings with these two when there is an on off week

its saturday morning and the sun beams softly onto mick’s whole world

and he is just lying there lazily and half asleep adoring his partner

he tucks himself into the crook of her neck and matches his breath with hers until he falls back asleep

and then its her turn to wake up and quietly admire her lover

eventually they pull themselves out of bed and make their way to the kitchen

they steal kisses and touches and find excuses to be eachothers personal space

hamilton!reader is starting on their coffees and mick ends up behind her and sticking the side of his head to hers and giving her a hug from the back

she giggles and tilts her head to give him a kiss

they somehow make breakfast and take turns feeding each other while trying not to choke because the other has said something so ridiculous that they cant help but ellicit a laugh

its their little world away from it all and they will happily fill it with the best memories they can conjure up so when they are old and grey they can reminiscence on the good old days

(why tf is reminiscence spelt like that, i thought it would be a shorter word tbh)

☕️

Morning Light | MS47

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Hamilton!reader (sher/her) ― Warnings: mentions of food; tooth-rotting fluff. ― my masterlist | my taglist | patreon masterlist― you can support my writing by reblogging, leaving a comment (don’t forget to follow me if you like the piece), or buying me a coffee ― This lil blurb can be read as a stand-alone, but if you want more about hamilton!reader and mick make sure to read King of my Heart (here)

The rays of the sun coming from the big window in front of Mick's bed woke him up. He had forgotten to close the blinds the previous night, too tired to consider anything but snuggle closer to Yn, and let his body slip into oblivion. He felt her warmth right beside him, and he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands, before turning on his side and admiring his girlfriend's sleeping form.

He would get up and close the blinds, but Yn slept with a sleep mask, so it wouldn't change much, besides, she had nestled closer to him, making leaving the bed a horrible option. It was an off weekend, he would enjoy every second of having her close. Mick meant it.

Yn moved again, still asleep, and Mick found the comfiest spot on her neck, laying his head there, tangling their legs, evening their breaths, kissing her brown skin, and letting his body drift into sleep again.

Hours passed when Yn woke up. One side of her bed felt heavier than the other, and the second her eyes opened she couldn't help but smile. Mick was there. She angled her head and pressed a kiss to his forehead, threading her fingers through his hair when he tightened his grip on her waist.

"Can we have five more minutes?" he mumbled without moving.

Yn chuckled still half asleep, "Please".

So the silence in the house went on for yet another hour before they woke up. Mick did it first, pressing kisses against her neck and shoulder, making his lover wake up with a beaming smile on her face. "Morning," she whispered when he said something about a beautiful day.

"C'mon, Angie must be starving," Mick mumbled, his sleeping voice making Yn shiver.

"Well, I am starving too," she mocked, and he chuckled.

"Pancakes?"

"Sure thing."

They washed their faces side by side on the bathroom sink, and Mick watched as Yn went through her morning skincare routine, and then took off her bonnet framing her curls around her face. She had no makeup on, and she was wearing one of his shirts, but still, she looked like the prettiest woman in the world for him. He told her that and she giggled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, and dragging him to the kitchen to get started on their breakfast.

Angie greeted them excitedly by the stairs, and Yn cooed when the dog followed her even after she gave her their morning scratches. She plated Angie's food and served the wiggly dog, while Mick got started on the pancakes.

Yn was cutting some fruits when Mick hugged her from behind, kissing her shoulder, then her neck, jaw, and when she turned her face to him, her lips. She sighed with the way he held her, the warmth he radiated.

"Did you finish the pancakes?" she asked, and Mick shook his head, kissing her lips one more time, before explaining, "Not yet, but I needed my fuel," and she rolled her eyes playfully at his antics.

"You're so cheesy sometimes."

"And you love me just the same," he teased, leaving a slap on her ass.

Yn left the knife and the mango on the counter, and turned to him, lacing her hands around his broad shoulders. His eyes were even clearer with the sun shining through the windows, and his lips had a pink tone to it from all the kisses. They stared at each other in complete silence for a few seconds, no words were needed in those moments, but still Yn nodded and voiced three small ones, making Mick smile, "I love you."

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: I JUST HAD TO SDKGJSKGJDS <3 I've been procrastinating writing chapter 22, so I hope this can distract y'all a bit while I get started heheh <3

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marikosenwrites · 3 months

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I NEED SOME RANPO FLUFF PLEASEEEEE

cuddling with Ranpo?? Mornings with Ranpo?? Helping him get ready for work???

Thank you I love your writing so much 😭🥰

Have a good day/night!!!

sen's notes: OKAY ANON IM GOING TO DO THIS FOR YOU I LOVE RANPO AHHHHHHHHHHHHH also thanks for the support!! imma just do morning cuddles and helping him getting ready for work which is basically everything and YEAH LETS GO (also its short)

(im getting over being lazy with writing (not really) but the fact that schools starting again and i'm too tired to do anything productive except writing on tumblr bc i love yall) also its finally not a head canon

warnings: PURE FLUFF NO ANGST (i cant 😭)

gn!reader (forsure)

ranpo edogawa

sunlight broke through the curtains attacked ranpo's eye lids, prying his eyes open. once he opened his eyes, he yelped from the brightness. "sugar, sugar, i'm blind!" ranpo cried out to your peaceful sleeping figure.

"what...ranpo, you can't become blind with nothing getting into our dorm overnight," you rub your eyes and squint them to see better. "must be the sunlight."

you stand up to walk to the curtains and close them until the light wasn't in your room anymore and only the light from the lamp remains.

"oh, much better!" he opens his eyes, finally. "sugar, can we sleep a bit more? it's only eight am, after all."

"no, ranpo, you should say, 'it's already 8,' because it's time for work." you sigh as you sit on the bedside, beside your boyfriend who was shifting back into the covers.

"pleaseee~? only 15 minutes?" ranpo pleas, his emerald eyes opening.

"fine, fine, no more than that," you said, as you went back into the covers with open arms for ranpo to cuddle into.

fifteen minutes could pass quickly, for all you know, but these minutes with ranpo seem to pass slowly. quickly, you press the 15-minute button on your phone, mentally preparing yourself in time for the shrilling alarm sound after 15 minutes.

but for this occasion, time doesn't seem to go your way. in what seemed like 5 minutes, the alarm rang and woke you and ranpo up from your peaceful sleep. "ugh...already 15 minutes?" ranpo whines, his arms and legs flailing.

"it's already 15 minutes. c'mon, your work's waiting for you to tend to it. at the very least, i'll help you get ready." ranpo's ears perked up at the idea of that.

"ooh, yay! let's do that, then," immediately, the man took his partner's hand and led them to the bathroom, where he peeled off his clothes, leaving his boxers visible.

"you said you were going to help me get ready," the raven complained.

"right, right." you grab his white dress shirt from the closet and put it on him, leaving it to him to button it up. "you're wearing your pants by yourself, though."

"aw, that was disappointing!" he says, pouting as you hand him his overcoat.

"in return, i'll shower you with kisses on your face."

"yaaaaaaaaay!"

you grab your own hoodie and sweatpants to wear, changing into them quietly as ranpo stares at you. "...what?"

"nothing," he whistles, "just looking at how...good you look. but you look good in every outfit, i know it!"

"ranpo!" your face turns red.

"where are my kisses? you promised. i even put on my own tie." ranpo angrily puts his hands on his hips, although you could tell by his tone that he was only joking to be mad.

"coming, coming~" you sigh happily as you go over to cup his cheeks and kiss him all over his face.

a kiss on the bridge of his nose, the tip, his cheeks, his forehead, his eyelids, and last but not least, his lips. the tender feeling stays on your lips and his for a few seconds, although you know that time is ticking, so you part.

"okay, i'm satisfied! but you gotta give me more when we get to the agency!" ranpo smiles as bright as the sun.

"alright, you big baby," you laugh and put on your shoes at the door, with ranpo trailing behind you and copying your actions.

"we're dropping off the bakery to get some bread, right? i haven't eaten breakfast just yet." ranpo opens the door.

"yeah, we are," you exit quickly before he can close the door on you, locking the door too.

"okay, to the bakery!"

ending notes: heyy so it's a bit short, i know, i tried my best. anyhow, i hoped you enjoyed reading!

©all banners, dividers, and stories are made by marikosenwrites and the pictures in it are from pinterest. i own none of the BUNGO STRAY DOGS/BUNGOU STRAY DOGS/文豪ストレイドッグス characters mentioned here.

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rafedaddy01 · 6 months

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Pt1

Notes: here is the long awaited pt2, I’m sorry it took so long. I’ve been active but I haven’t had the chance to sit down and write this until now. Ps. I didn’t double check for spelling errors so if you see any just 🤫

Last night was strange. I try to push the embarrassing thoughts from invading my mind as i stir in bed, the sun coming up and painting the room.

Our exchange was awkward if anything more. he just eyed me up and down and smirked as i burst out of the room and shut the door. i slid down onto the floor and just sat there for a minute trying to process what i just saw.

Ive never been with a boy let alone seen one naked. Especially one that looks like THAT!

oof, i knew rafe cameron would be good looking but i expected him to look like all the rich, silver-spoon, snobs ive met. But no. he was god like. His hair was slicked back and his eyes roamed my body from the mirror dangerously, i could see the blue in them from where i was standing and they were mesmerizing. His facial features are sculpted to perfection and his abs. Oh. My. God.

and then there was his -dick- gross i dont like that word, but there it was. just staring at me. ive never seen one, besides in porn. Im not a prude i know what sex is and yes i indulge in my own sexual pleasure, but ive never actually seen one in person beofre, but if they all look like that then sign me up!

I groan as my alarm rings at 6am sharp. I always get up early because i like the morning peace. back home i would climb the roof of our manor and watch as the sun rose. it was my own private meditation and helped ease some of the stress my parents enforced on me as a 18 year old.

I walk to the bathroom rubbing my eyes and yawning, i dont expect anyone to be up at this time and i want to relax in the shower.

"Oh my god! dont you ever lock the door?" i say as i take a step back and shut the door. I could hear his deep laugh from the other side as he walked up an dopened the door. "dont worry, pretty girl, im all dressed this time" i could feel his smirk even though my hands were still covering my eyes.

i let them fall and hes right hes very much clothed. shame, wait what am i thinking! I take him in, hes wearing a bright orange shirt that as small white stripes on it and cargo shorts, his hair is slicked back with gel like last night, oh god last night. my eyes shift down to his crotch. is he.. hard?' "see something you like pretty girl?" he cocks an eyebrow at me as he leans on the door frame. "i sure do" he says smugly

oh shoots, i forgot im still wearing my sleepwear, its a black lacy bralette and matching panties, i dont like sleeping with clothes on it gets too hot. im instantly aware of how exposed i am and rush for a hoodie from my luggage, it wont cover much but it drops to just above my thighs and its better than nothing "sorry" i murmur, "dont be, its only fair i see you naked now" he says as he walks into my room and exits through my bedroom door.

"see you at breakfast? shame i missed dinner last night, i was looking forward to meeting you miss Morales" he stops in the doorway and says this before leaving

i cant help but blush. is rafe flirting with me?

i shake it off and go back to my morning routine, i take a shower and wash myself with the same cedarwood and ginger shampoo i did last night and put on some baggy jeans and hoodie as i make my way to breakfast.

"good morning Avery" ward says as they all sit in the same seats from last night, except rafe is here and his seat is right next to mine. fuck.

"you havent met rafe yet, our eldest" ward syas as i take a seat next to him "oh weve met dad" rafe answers as he smiles at me

"good, youll be showing her around school next week, ive already arranged it and youll have all the same classes. I want her to feel welcomed in this town rafe, her father is an important man and were proud to be helping the Morales's" ward explains.

shit i completly forgot about school. high school. senior year. New people, rich pricks and bitchy girls. I am so not ready.

"we still on for today?' i ask sarah as we eat our pancakes. "yes!' she says excitedly

"whats today" rafe asks

sarah rolls her eyes and i can sense the tension between the two, they do not like each other thats for sure

"im showing avery around the island and introducing her to some friends." sarah says

rafe scoffs "you call those dirty pouges friends" he says crossing his arms over his chest "i dont know why you hangout with them sarah" he snaps at her "because their good people rafe, something you dont know how to be" she slightly yells "kids!' ward warns. they both grumble as rafe pushes his seat back and storms off, breakfast barely touched. wheezie sits there like nothing just happened and sips her juice. shit this family is a little crazy, theres definatly more to their story.

After breakfast me and sarah head into town on some bikes, its not a long ride and we reach a restaurant type of building. "kie" sarah says as she walks up to a tan skinned girl with curly hair whose smile lights up the whole room "this isavery, shes staying with us for a while" there it is again, a while, i sure hope not. "nice to meet you" i say extending my hand, kie pushing it away and brings me in to a tight bear hug, i do not like being touched but i let it slide its oddly comforting. "im kie or kiara" she explains.

we spend some time chatting and kie explains that this restaurant is her parents and she helps run it. we get to know each other a little more and then sarah decides to introduce me to the rest of her gang.

we pull up to a cheatue house in kies car and exit. "hey, wasss up kook queen" a boys voice beams as he brings sarah in to a tight hug. hes cute, in a boy next door kind of way, his features are pretty and its not my type but his charming personality is interesting, ingiging almsot. "Im JJ" he bows to me and takes a hand kissing the top of it "Avery" i giggle at his antics and he winks. "this is John B and Pope" sarah says as we walk up furtuer to the house and there are two boys sitting drinking beers. "sup" they say as i walk up.

"so what brings you to a shithole like this" John B asks, he has his arm around sarah, they are clearly cozy. "Im orginially from California, a small town Nevada City, my dad opened one of the banks there and its gradually increased and become nationwide so we moved here for business purposes but im staying with the camerons until my parents settle some business back in cali" i explain

"so your a kook? shame" jj speaks my eyebrows scrunch as i look at sarah "whats a kook?" i ask. they all laugh as if im some stupid little girl, "a kook is those who live on the fancy side of town, hangout at the country club and spend daddys money, like rafe" he looks over to sarah "no offense, princess" "none taken" she laughs as she drinks her beer. "and pouges" pope speaks up, finally, "are us. the low lifes, who have to work two jobs to have a stable life and survive" he says. the group goes quiet and its odd. they have names for the groups in the town, it all seems like its straight out a movie and theres a rivalry between the two, its obvious. the way jj described the kooks with such hatred.

"but stick with us baby girl and well teach you the right way" jj says slinging an arm around me and dangling a beer in front of me

for the third time, i do not like being touched, but theres a calming in his presence, its not like rafe who excites and frightens me at the same time.

"count me in!" i beam as i take the beer from him and crack it open. tilting my head back and gulping down the liquid "thats it! woo!" jj shouts as he stands up and does the tarzan pose and hits his chest "P4L" they all chant as jj down his beer.

the rest of the day was spent with the pouges as they call themselves and me and and sarah go back home towards the evening

"did you two have fun" rafe asks as we pass him outside. hes leaning on the door frame with a smug smirk on his face "dont start rafe" she says as she walks past him "i told dad about your little adventure today, hes not happy" rafe says smiling as he eyes me down "really rafe, your such a dick" sarah pouts as she runs inside. he eyes me one more time before walking past me and inside

i dont know what it is about rafe but he intriging, its like something is pulling me in towards him. the way he stares at me makes my knees weak and my hurt beat faster. i realize the shampoo i use is his as his smells wafts off him when he walks by "oh by the way Avery, i like when you use my shampoo. it smells good on you" he stops in the doorway behind me and takes a deep inhale of my black locks

what am i gonna do with him, hes very straight forward and my body craves him in a way that ive never experienced, its dangerous and exhilarating all in one.

i head back to my room and pass by the study, i hear ward an sarah arguing. "this i important sarah! you cant ruin this for us. this is business and taking her on the cut can put her in serious danger. stop hanging out with those dirty pogues and get your head out of the gutter!" ward shouts "whatever dad, theyll always be mor of a family then you, and maybe she fits in with us!" sarah shouts back then theres a slam of the front door and sarahs gone

i take a deep breath as i head back up the stairs and into my room. what does he mean i could get hurt? what is nobody telling me? where are my parents and what the fuck is going on?

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diagonal-queen · 7 months

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The Moon and the Sea

♡ pairing: Paul Verlaine x Arthur Rimbaud

♡ synopsis: After a hard day, Verlaine finds solace in the arms of his partner.

♡ wc: 1.5k

♡ cw: Stormbringer spoilers(?), Rimlaine are extremely sad and gay

note: "i want to write a oneshot about some really beautiful but tragic gay men but i cant think of anything" i said to @small-chaos. they replied "Everybody talks about the moon and the sun but nobody admires the beauty in the relationship between the moon and the sea" and then this brainchild was born. thanks bestie <3 i would also like to shoutout @gettinshiggywithit for helping me complete this when i ran out of brain power, thank you lovely 😚😚 apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

The early winds of autumn were warm and gentle, relieving busy Parisians of the sticky summer humidity as the changing season set itself in motion. The sounds of evening began to die down, leaving only the rustling of brown and orange leaves in its wake. Yet, one man hadn't been privy to this particular noise, as all his windows had been closed as soon as he'd first entered the apartment the week prior. All he could hear was the crackling of fire and his own chattering teeth.

Rimbaud found himself growing colder by the minute. That night, he sat shivering on a sofa right before the fireplace, with a thick fluffy blanket wrapped around him. Despite the fact that he was also clad in several layers, a thick grey coat, a large scarf, mittens and earmuffs, he still felt like he might succumb to hypothermia any second.

He wanted nothing more than to leap into the fire itself, but he sat as still as he could and waited. Verlaine was supposed to be back soon, and when he knew that he was alright he would be able to go to their shared room and sleep (somewhat) soundly. That was what he'd planned, at least.

After hearing the sound of the door unlocking, Rimbaud bowed his head as Verlaine entered the apartment and closed the door behind him. He momentarily glanced at his partner, before doing a double take in shock.

Verlaine looked...dishevelled. He wasn't so dishevelled that a stranger may take notice and ask him about it, but for Verlaine, even a loose strand of hair was unusual. Rimbaud immediately knew something terrible must've happened.

"Paul, you...!" Rimbaud sat up, eyeing Verlaine who didn't seem to want to return his gaze. He silently walked, or rather stumbled, over towards the couch where his partner was sitting.

Rimbaud had never seen Verlaine act in such a way. Sure, he could come off as aloof from time to time, but today he didn't seem bothered to hide the fatigue he was feeling. Even his complexion seemed paler.

Verlaine then kneeled on the sofa, before his whole upper body flopped on top of Rimbaud, who let out a soft grunt at the impact. He tried to adjust his posture, but now that Verlaine was slumped on top of him he found it difficult to move.

"Are you alright?!"

"I'm..." Verlaine pushed his hat off his head, letting it fall to the ground by Rimbaud's shoes. "...I'm tired."

His umber eyes seemed unfocused, staring somewhere Rimbaud couldn't see.

"What happened to you, Paul?" The raven-haired couldn't help but feel concern bubbling inside him, and the question came off with more urgency than he'd intended it to. Not that it mattered- Verlaine never seemed to care about things like that.

Verlaine didn't answer for a moment, just letting out a breath that he seemed to have been holding in for a while. His face contorted into a slight grimace.

"...Paul?"

"...I don't want to talk about it now."

In spite of his worry, Rimbaud didn't press him further.

The room was bathed in a golden hue from the fire before the couch they were draped upon. It subconsciously gave a feeling of comfort to Rimbaud, who suddenly noticed how tranquil the atmosphere was despite the fact that he was trapped beneath Verlaine's roughed-up form. He realised that he wasn't shivering so violently now. He was still cold, of course, but Verlaine acted as a soothing source of warmth.

Rimbaud's gloomy eyes gazed down at Verlaine, whose eyes had closed by now. There was no blood on his person, of course, but his slightly dishevelled blonde hair and wrinkled clothing weren't any less cause for concern. For something or someone to have even a slight effect on a creature as powerful as Verlaine...

Rimbaud steadily moved his gloved hand and, after a moment of contemplation, placed it atop the back of Verlaine's head as gently as he could muster. Verlaine didn't react. Rimbaud let out a deep exhale, and cautiously ran a hand through his soft golden locks.

The small room the two were temporarily staying in, an apartment in an old Haussmann-style building located on the outskirts of Paris, was silent. They had become accustomed to moving around as frequently as their job required, and had never bothered to modify any of their living spaces to feel more homely. Rimbaud only cared about where Verlaine was, and Verlaine didn't see much merit in interior design. Yet, something about this place felt inherently intimate, or so Rimbaud thought.

"...Rimbaud?" Verlaine suddenly mumbled. Rimbaud cast him a glance, his face half obscured by blueish shadows while the other half glowed in the yellow light.

"Hm?"

"...I heard something in passing a few days ago," he began, almost as if he were unsure of his own words. "It was about love."

"Love?" Rimbaud creased his eyebrows, perplexed. If one were to ask him anything that Verlaine may bring up in conversation, love wouldn't have been in his first thousand guesses.

"Yes, love...I heard someone compare the concept of soulmates to the sun and the moon," Verlaine continued with a faint voice. "I don't quite understand it."

"Well..." Rimbaud's tone was slightly shaky. "You know the phrase 'opposites attract', don't you?"

Verlaine let out a small noise but Rimbaud couldn't tell whether it was affirmative or negative. Regardless, he continued.

"It means that two people who are different from each other are likely to have a better relationship. The 'sun' person would usually be more outgoing and cheery, while the 'moon' person is more introspective and quiet..." He bit his thin lip and then added, "Not unlike you, Paul."

Verlaine shifted slightly, his hand perching itself on top of Rimbaud's chest.

"Not unlike me...?"

"That's not to say that introspection and quietness are bad things," Rimbaud quickly spoke. "I just mean that...they're traits that suit you well. The 'moon' caricature as a whole suits you well, in fact."

"The moon..." Verlaine muttered to himself. "So far away from the rest of mankind...perhaps I am like the moon."

Rimbaud wanted to comfort Verlaine, to reassure him that he wasn't far away from anybody, especially not him, but the words wouldn't form on his tongue. He felt as if he should have been better at this by now; after all, it was far from the first time they'd had this type of conversation.

"If I am the moon then you're the sea." Verlaine suddenly announced, snapping Rimbaud out of his train of thought.

"The sea?" Rimbaud repeated, quietly. "...I don't understand."

"The sea is complex, full of mystery. You can never predict the force of the ocean's waves as they crash on the sand," Verlaine breathed, as if he were reading a poem. "You are deep and dark, Rimbaud. You're full of undiscovered secrets...and..."

He lifted his head up, lidded brown eyes staring straight into Rimbaud's. "We might be opposites, but I don't think you're a sun."

Rimbaud's breath hitched in surprise. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Verlaine's, whose tired gaze still burned right through him.

"Every day I survey you from afar and it feels almost like you glow when I look at you. How strange is that?"

The black-haired man couldn't tell whether or not Verlaine's question was rhetorical or not. Even if it wasn't, he probably wouldn't have been able to come up with a coherent answer. He was frozen in surprise, unable to break the tense silence between them.

Verlaine's hand moved from Rimbaud's chest to his cheek, gently cupping it while his thumb began to rub circles over his soft, pale skin. The blonde man seemed to be in some kind of fatigued haze.

"The saddest thing is how unattainable you are. But I know that if I were ever to fall..." Verlaine leaned forward, his breath tickling Rimbaud's face. "You would be there to catch me, wouldn't you?"

Then, without giving him the chance to answer, Verlaine brought his lips to Rimbaud's. His grip on Rimbaud's cheek tightened ever so slightly as he deepened the kiss, almost smiling when Rimbaud placed his hands on his back and squeezed.

"Paul-" Rimbaud tried to start when he pulled away, wanting to ask if they should be doing this or if it was really alright, but Verlaine just placed a finger to his lips.

"Shh..." the corner of Verlaine's lip turned up. Rimbaud's cheeks flushed red, and he quickly dove back into the kiss.

Aside from pulling apart for air every few seconds, the pair remained in their gentle embrace until Verlaine eventually pulled away, leaving Rimbaud breathless, and laid his head down on his chest.

"I'm tired, Arthur..." he said, before closing his eyes. Verlaine must've been exhausted- he never called Rimbaud by his first name. It made his heart skip a beat; something he hoped that Verlaine didn't notice.

With the state he was in, Verlaine probably wouldn't remember this in the morning. Rimbaud decided that unless he bought it up first, he wouldn't say a thing about it, no matter how much he wanted to.

And thus, the pair never spoke of that night again.

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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 3 days

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Decided to finally write my fic idea that I posted a while ago :D

Summary: Texas has been working for too long and Oklahoma isnt happy about it. Texas gets a much much needed massage, they have a talk, tears are shed, cuddles ensue.

Random HC: Texas has piercings (navel, ear, nose, lip). Not as many as New York, NJ, or Louisiana though.

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Oklahoma stomped out to the barn with an exasperated look on his face. Texas has been working outside everyday from ungodly hours of the morning until they went to bed, and even then he wouldn't sleep. Oklahoma was upset about it, yes, but he was more worried than anything. The days were long, hot, and humid, and he knew that Texas didn't have that good of an immune system nor a clear knowing of when to take a break (so he didn't). Oklahoma barged into the barn.

"Texas!!!"

Texas's head shot up from where he was fixing Ranger's stable door. "Uh oh...", he whispered to himself. Welp. He had a good run.

"Yeah...? Whats up?"

Oklahoma scoffed. "You know whats up!"

Texas did know. But he would just play dumb. "Uhhh no...?" See, his tone was halfway convincing, but his nervous smile gave him away.

Oklahoma just stared at his boyfriend for a minute, looking him up and down. Texas's hair was a frizzy wreck, there was sweat dripping down his face and strong yet slender arms, and he had long abandoned his shirt, only wearing his binder now. Oklahoma couldnt help but blush at the sight of Texas's toned, scarred, freckled midriff. Huh when did Texas have a navel piercing....

Texas chuckles. "Like what ya see?~", he teased.

Yeah. Okay. He did. But given the circumstances, he wasnt all too happy. He sighed before walking over to the taller state and forcing him to his feet.

Texas let out an uncharacteristic squeak as he was pulled to his feet by rough yet gentle hands. He was about to say something, but then Oklahoma started dragging him towards the house by his arm. He felt a slight twinge of pain from his aching arm muscles, but said nothing and just allowed himself to be dragged.

Once they got inside the house, Texas was unceremoniously tossed onto the couch. He looked up at Oklahoma, who had his arms crossed and a mad....no, not mad.... disappointed look on his face. God Texas hated that look.....

"Well? Wanna explain yerself? It is 8pm! What time didja wake up and start workin'??" Oklahoma questioned.

Texas cleared his throat. "I-I-I know that yer mad bu-"

"Im not mad!!" Oklahoma snapped. He was about to shout again, but reconsidered after seeing the mild fearful look. Damn ol Texas for maming him so soft....He sighs. "Sorry I'm just.... I'm just worried alright?? Yer always overworkin' yerself and doing stuff for me and others. Ya work in the hot sun for hours on end without takin' more than five minutes to take a break. And when ya do take those five minute breaks, its just to consume more unhealthy amounts of caffeine! Ya never actually make time for yerself and yer health and ya cant tell me that its not worrying!"

Texas avoided eye contact for a minute before looking up at his boyfriend. He wanted to say something, but he couldnt. He stared down at his feet instead of just uselessly staring up at the Sooner State.

Oklahoma sits down next to Texas and pulls him into a hug. He gently rubs up and down the taller state's back and buries his face in his shoulders. Texas mentally cursed himself as tears welled up in his eyes.

"I-I-I'm sorry, mi amor.....", his voice shook with every word.

"Shhhh.....dont apologize...", Oklahoma whispered gently, his heart breaking. He pulled away slightly and saw the tears running down Texas's face. "Oh Tex....." He pulls Texas back into the hug.

Texas clung to Oklahoma as if he would disappear if he were to let go. He let the tears fall from his eyes, as he was no longer able to hold them back.

"Hey....", Oklahoma spoke gently. He tilted Texas's head up and gently held Texas's face in his hand and gently stroked his cheek. "I'm not mad....okay? Youre not in trouble. Not at all. Okay...?"

Texas nods his head yes, though it was clear that he was unsure.

"I would like to know why ya do this to yerself though.....Ya can tell me why, I won't be mad." Oklahoma gently ran his fingers through Texas's hair

Texas sighs before just getting to the point and he said the first thing that came to mind, "¿De qué sirvo si no trabajo....?" He felt the hand in his hair pause for a second.

It took Oklahoma a moment to translate his boyfriend's words to English. Once he did, his heart broke a little more. "Tex? Do ya really think that yer only purpose in life is to work and serve others...?" The only response he got was a strained shrug and a defeated sigh. Oklahoma sighed himself and just hugged Texas closer. "Please...Texas....You have much more purpose than just being a workhorse and a servant....and you're your own person with your own body and mind. Ya cant overwork yerself and overexert yer body like this. Please promise me you'll try to take more breaks and not work so much.....okay? I love ya so, so much, my star....."

Texas's eyes welled up with more tears and he pressed a soft wet kiss to Oklahoma's lips. Once he pulled away, he stared down at the Sooner State with nothing but pure love. "Te amo, mi corazon...." He rolled his shoulders back a bit and tried to stifle a wince at the pain that shot through his sore torso.

Oklahoma furrowed his brow in concern. "Jesus Christ- Are ya hurt??"

"No. M' just a lil sore....", was Texas's reply.

Oklahoma paused for a moment before speaking up, "Lay down on yer belly and lay yer head on yer arms." Texas was a little confused, but did as he was told.

Oklahoma began to gently massage Texas's back, starting at Texas's shoulder blades and gently digging his thumbs into the area. Texas groaned softly as the knots were tenderly messaged out of his shoulders.

"Where are ya most sore?"

"..lower and middle of my back..."

And so thats where Oklahoma moved his hands. Texas groaned and whimpered slightly as Oklahoma worked his magic. Oklahoma blushed at the sounds that escaped Texas's lips, and even more at the fact that he was the one causing the noises to happen. He leans down towards Texas's neck and planted a gentle kiss on the back of Texas's neck. He chuckles at the shiver that runs through Texas's body.

Oklahoma gently rubs up and down Texas's back once he massaged all the knots out. "Aight I got yer back. Where else are ya sore?"

Texas melted at the feeling on his back. "Y-Ya don't have t-"

"Answer the question, Texas."

".....arms an' hands...."

"Aight."

Texas was flipped over onto his back and Oklahoma gently took his arm and kneaded his thumbs into Texas's bicep. He worked his way down, eventually coming to Texas's hand. He dug his thumbs into the palm of Texas's hand, earning an embarrassing whimper from the Lone Star State. The Sooner State chuckles as a blush spreads across the taller state's face.

Once Oklahoma was done with helping Texas's sore torso, he cuddled him close and they both fell asleep, Texas lightly draped across Oklahoma and Oklahoma with his arms wrapped around Texas.

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Tags: @tigerdrachin @alaskashigh @misery-has-no-company-now (lmao Misery idk if you like TexaHoma, but theres angst soooo-)

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttsh #wttt texas #wttsh texas #wttt oklahoma #wttsh oklahoma

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makriiii · 7 months

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Caught XIII (Arthur Morgan × f!reader)

Word count: 3.7k

Authors note: My car broke down today so I wrote this while I waited for my friend to save me 💪

Warnings: 18+, angst, cursing.

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Caught XIII

The thin layer of cloth from your shirt created a small barrier between you and the rough bark of the tree you sat up against.

You weren't sure what time of the morning it was, though it seemed certainly not too late yet.

The light morning fog reflected like specs of luster in the rays of early sun that cast down through the leaves and branches hanging above you. It caught you in a trance as you stared at its transformation from fog to a dewy blanket over the mostly packed up camp.

No one else was awake yet, not even Hosea. The silence being broken by the conversations of birds and distant snores from around camp.

The distractions slowly waned as your mind fully adjusted, the events of the past few days surfacing.

It'd been a week or so since you'd gone fishing - a day of two catches and two new opportunities for Arthur to give you a hard time for. Said Arthur suddenly making himself known from your left side as he slid over, his head slumping onto your shoulder and startling you with a light gasp.

With his sudden contact to your side, and your jerking under him apon shock, his eyes flew open as he pulled upright suddenly.

You were taken aback while giving him a startled and confused look, his eyes in the sun the same like that of the sky as they stared into you with a mix of drowsiness and annoyance. A result of the realization that it was you infront of him.

The silence between you two stayed as such, but your facial expressions and eyes spoke lengths.

His face was clear with the means of irritation that you woke him. As for you, a look of 'what did I do?'.

It wasn't your fault he scared you after all.

He continued to stare at you. You continued to stare back while being utterly impressed he could hold such a stare, not having even woken a minute ago.

"What?" You finally blurted the question.

"Why'd you do that?" Arthurs tone was heavy and slow, his morning voice very clear.

You were too tired to contort your face into anything that'd give him a strong reaction, but even then, you still didn't understand what he was thinking.

"Do what?"

He grumbles something under his breath, his one hand reaching up to his eyes, rubbing away the sleepiness. "Move like that."

"Oh, I'm sorry -" You started, but he already detected the sarcasm in your voice, waving his hand to try to get you to stop. It made you crack a smile at how fast he was already trying to shut you down.

"Too early." He mumbled angrily, stretching his arms while giving you a deep sigh.

"Oh no, please princess, rest your head on my shoulder so you can sleep alright." You feigned a pitied voice while using his typical insult intended for you, patting your shoulder for him.

He didn't even hesitate. His head landed softly on your shoulder, his eyes already shut.

You watched him from where he was on your shoulder, shocked that he actually accepted your not so genuine offer.

"I wasn't being serious." You groan, giving him a pat on the head. One that maybe wasn't so gentle, but one that wasn't too mean, at least.

He takes a deep breath, getting ready for a full day of you as he removes himself from your shoulder. "Cant you let me sleep?"

"When it's not on me." With that, you gave him a shrug and a shake of your head. You put your entire hand over his face and pushed him away so you had space to depart.

In your upright position came the slight headache you got from last night's drinks that Arthur finally obliged to. You remembered most everything, so clearly you didn't get your money's worth, but at least it saved you the hangover.

Due to your bounties, you had just never gotten around to it till much later, spending your time helping around camp and committing various acts that don't align with that of the law.

It wasn't a step away you got with your thoughts before Arthur's hand grabbed yours, stopping you from starting your day with the rest of the now arising camp.

Looking down at him, he finally started to get on your nerves. It was already too early for this - just like he already mentioned - for whatever he was going to pull now.

Standing there with tired eyes, you looked him over with your hand in his grasp, questioning him with a held brow.

He ushered you with a motion to help him up, groaning with the exertion he was putting into holding onto you.

Grasping his wrist with your other hand, you leaned back with a lazy pull, barely lifting him off the ground.

"Put your back into it." Arthur quipped from below you.

Immediately, you stopped, landing him harsh into a sit again and, in turn, thankfully, making him let go of your wrist.

He chuckled with a twinge of pain, his free hand reaching for that dark and worn hat of his on the ground an arms length away.

"Hope you enjoyed those drinks last night, Morgan." You teased, knowing full well he drank more than you had only to make your wallet hurt.

"Yeah. Last night." He returned, emphasizing the past tense, which made you snicker at him.

With the near passing of a full two months together with Arthur and his pack of outlaws, and despite your hate for another, you both weren't afraid to express how comfortable you had gotten with each other. Even though, only in a way that was with the pure intention of making life more difficult for each other.

It was easy to let your mouth slip with any insult around him. He wouldn't do anything to you. He knew this too. Unfortunate for him, but you weren't free of him curtailing it by doing the same back.

As the day started and the rest of camp got ready for the day of traveling, Arthur ushered you along so that, for some reason, you two would leave first on your horses.

He was leading the way, as he and Charles were the ones who had found this place after all.

You kept giving him looks. Confused looks. You didn't know why he decided to make you ride with him up front and then remain entirely silent.

He caught your eye after checking the distance between you both and the rest of the caravan behind you.

"Y/n?" He makes sure your attention was on him, though still keeping his voice low. It was with the usual gruff and commanding tone he used with you.

"What is it?" You respond, clicking your horse on as to keep pace with Arthurs.

"I'm glad you tagged along with us on the fishing trip with Jack." Arthur commented with an unusual sincerity that was infected with a slight inability to admit such a thing.

"Is that so?" You reply with a shocked and sarcastic look. "Whatever would make you say that?"

"Well, I now know what a terrible fisher lady you are."

"'Fisher lady.'" You repeat with a roll of your eyes and a scoff. Again; there was no way you had been that terrible at it. After all, you had caught two fish. "I cant believe youre still on about that."

"Don't worry," he snickers lowly from beside you, glancing up ahead. "I just didn't want Jack to hear what they had to say. No business of his."

You nodded slowly in agreement. You didn't really know how to take this, as you and Arthur's conversations only consisted of bickering or silly conversations. "Are you trying to say thank you?"

He turned to observe you for a second before he gave himself away with a slight blush. "Yeah. I suppose so."

"That's why you got me to come all the way up here with you? So others wouldn't hear?" You start laughing at him with the disbelief that he was that shy.

He ignored you, not allowing you another look at his face from underneath his hat. "Don't make me regret this."

"You're welcome, Arthur. Jack didn't need to hear it, I agree." You finally granted so he didn't feel too regretful over it. But you still had questions. "So, what did they say? I assume they're why we're leaving."

He stayed silent for a few moments, thinking about it before he started telling you about it.

The area got warmer and more humid the further down south your little caravan got.

New Hanover was inundate with your former gang members, ones who took kind with a reunion, though not one that left you alive.

It was a relief to stray further away from such circumstances, watching the land you got so familiar with, become less familiar. Yet, with the removal of one threat came another. One you've heard of before.

The Leymone raiders.

They won't enjoy another gang on their turf, but hopefully, you wouldn't be meeting with them anytime soon.

Arthur and Charles had gone through to Dewberry Creek, the spot Micah had recommended. And in a crazy chain of events, found German immigrants - one of which was a hostage, that then led to the point you lot were to be camping in.

It confused you, not helped by the fact Arthur wasn't all that clear with the rundown.

The land around you was a mix of low hills and open grassy areas, old stone fences reclaimed by the Earth and sparse trees. It was only up ahead that you saw a bushy area well with forest, which was where the head of the caravan turned into.

There was a dingy pathway just large enough for a carriage to fit, leading to a meadow-like spot.

Once you caught up to the front, you resisted eye contact with Arthur, who you could feel staring at you. You weren't excited, by ANY means to help set up camp. It hadn't been too terribly long since you got shot. Still hurt like hell.

For once, you minded your own business, hopping off your horse and checking the place out.

It was right by the water, which was perfect. Plus the forest around gave a decent cover, much like the one at Horseshoe Overlook.

You couldn't keep yourself busy with these thoughts. Arthur was shooting you a stare about as strong as what he shot you with upon your first meeting. It was difficult avoiding a returned glare.

Finally, you accidentally slipped up. So slight was your movement before he hooked your eye contact.

He caught your discreet glance and, with near perfect mimicry, put a hand on his hip and posed like he'd taken a lesson on it by Ms. Grimshaw.

Arthur waved his stinky little finger at you, causing a grimace to form on your face with defiance.

He wasted no moments to nod his head slowly with confirmation that he was going to get you over here. He knew you were trying to slip out of it.

You pointed to your arm as a silent retort and to no surprise of your own, he met with a shrug and pointed to his shoulder in comparison.

A conceded sigh blew out of your lips. You dragged your feet over to him, his eyes never leaving you the entire time.

"Don't think I don't see you, Y/n." He sneers while handing you a box, and not until it reached your hands did you realize how heavy it was.

Arthur snickers at you as you correct your posture to hold it. "Well?" You question impatiently, your fingers already aching under the weight.

"What?" He replies just as impatient.

"You want me to just stand here and look at you? Where do I put this?"

He met your eye, studying you when you said that. His brow slowly rose like an on switch for the cogs in his head to turn.

You set the box down, what else was he doing this for than to annoy you?

"I mean, you can look at me, you just have to work for it." Your eyes squinted together at his words, giving him a look so unimpressed he started to chuckle, waving you off and pointing you in a direction. "Over there, Y/n."

Every Time you went to get another various item, Arthur was walking the opposite direction, making sure no doubt that you were staying in line.

Everyone did that. Shooting you stares on occasion to make sure the O'Driscoll was behaving. It comforted you knowing Keiran was in the same boat as you, but he didn't talk too much. Arthur, of course, is the main perpetrator.

You had no idea why he had kept on your ass so hard, he was nowhere near as stuck up with Keiran.

It felt like hours passed when you finally finished helping everyone else, now it was just this last one that Arthur was at.

He wanted you to help him, so you did. Though with much reluctance and not much choice.

As you bent over, fiddling with some boxes, Arthurs hip bumped against yours. It shook you pretty good and almost made you fall over.

"Watch yourself." Came the words from Arthurs mouth. Arthurs mouth?

"What on earth do you mean?" You stood up swiftly and hissed at him in a retort.

There was a slight smirk on his face when his eyes looked down at you with your reaction.

You quickly caught onto his antics. You'd dealt with them too often by now.

"Why out of the two O'Driscolls, do you harass me the most?"

He chuckled something sinister as he shoved a few random things in your hands. "Because I enjoy harassing you the most."

Aside this little caravan no longer complete with horses, he set up random things to make it more comfy, having given you a few items to put around the slowly coming along area.

It was two picture frames along with a few loose pictures. You took it upon yourself to look at them. Who else would?

"Next time you need me to come save you, don't count on it..." you trail off distracted by the prints in front of you.

The first one was a lady in an oval frame that accentuated her soft features. You weren't sure who she was, though she looked not dissimilar to Arthur.

"As long as I avoid riding with you in the first place, I'll be fine."

You ignored the jab at you, mostly because you were distracted by the photos.

He was now turned away from you fiddling with something, so you couldn't compare his face to hers or he'd see you and most likely decide to retrieve these pictures.

The next frame was square and held and an equally beautiful woman. One who didn't share Arthurs features at all. A lady properly acclimated to society by the looks of it.

A pit formed in your stomach at the notion that she wasn't a possible relative to him, but you didn't allow it residency for long. You ignored it instead, quickly moving onto the other ones.

The mugshot of a skinny man with a massive handlebar mustache met your eyes, who also seemingly shared some qualities with Arthur. Who was to say they weren't his parents? You wanted to know.

The second to last one showed Dutch, Hosea and Arthur and the final with Arthur and that lady again. Though he looked a lot younger in both of these, as well as Dutch and Hosea.

You ignored it and immediately went to thinking up ways to tease him about some of the pictures instead.

As you set them down, it finally dawned on you that you had been helping him to set up his area unknowingly all along and that only fuelled your desire to give him a hard time - again.

"Let me see your face." You request in more of a demanding tone than you had intended.

His brows squeeze together while giving you a momentary glance of puzzlement. Ultimately denying your request by turning his face away and keeping it hidden under his hat. "What kind of random question is that?"

"You shy?" You question with a snark. Motioning your hand for him to look up.

He slowly turned his head to you with hesitation, straightening his back out from his bent over position.

Comparing the picture of him and his mom with an obvious back and forth of your eyes, came Arthurs grumpy face forming.

"You weren't supposed to look at them. Just set them down." He was sure to mention as he stood there awkwardly.

You nod slowly with a mischievous grin growing on your face. He noticed it almost immediately, of course. He had gotten way used to your gestures.

Picking up the one where he was younger, his face dimmed when he saw you coming up with words. Words he wouldn't like

He lunged forward trying to grasp it out of your hands but you kept it just out of his reach.

"Give me that." He rasps, his hand flying around trying to grab yours. His other grasping your forearm, pulling it closer to him. Both of you stumbled around until you bumped into the back of his open carriage.

"I don't want to rip it." You declare with a breath. "Plus you gave it to me in the first place.

"And now I want it back." His body was close to yours. His arm still held yours near with a firm grip.

He stared down at you, which gave you a decent look of his face under his hat.

"If I had met you when you were younger, I reckon I wouldn't have taken you serious at all." You giggle, slightly out of breath with the small scuffle that just transpired.

"You've taken me seriously before?" He questions with a raised brow, still grumpy.

You made a face, full of fake contemplation and while you did, you got your forearm free from Arthur's hand with a quick pull.

"Not really, I suppose. You won't do anything to me." You admit, pulling out the card to get a closer look in front of him. "See? You look fresh from the womb here." Pointing down at his face. Young and free of the blemishes, marks, scars and light wrinkles that now painted his face.

He stood over you. Exceptionally close still, looming over you. His eyes made strong contact with yours as you looked back up to him with a smirk. "I wont do anything to you, huh?" He asks with a dark tone that let a small upturn at the corner of his lips slip.

"No." You replied simply with a shake of your head, completely confident in your answer.

He snatched the photo quickly and then pressed your hat down over your eyes before returning to his duties. "We'll see about that, y/n."

You stood there and fixed your hat before giving him a dirty look. "You won't do anything, I've figured that much so far."

Now he set up a bed of sorts. The one he always got to sleep on that did not meet the ground like nearly everyone else's here. It had to be more comfortable than yours.

"I've let you get too comfortable then." He sassed, yet he didnt maintain eye contact. He fiddled with the bed and then got out the mattress.

"I haven't been comfortable at all." You correct with gusto, walking around to where he was with the bed.

"Then I plan to make it worse." He announces plain as day, finalizing some adjustments to his bed.

You thought about it. It was a no brainer.

"How about we make it more comfortable for me instead." You suggest as you inch closer to him.

He turned his head to give you a glance. Arthur's eyes widened in frustration as you crashed down onto his bed and made yourself comfortable.

You gave him a quick peek and kicked off your boots to show him you weren't going anywhere.

"Y/n." His voice carried the usual demanding tone he always reverted to. "If you don't remove yourself, I'll move you myself."

"Ah ah." You correct with a side to side of your pointer finger. "You never paid me that five dollars for when I let you sleep with me."

He whipped his head around when you reminded him of that, eyes as wide as saucers. You knew what you said. You knew you could've articulated it better, but his reaction was well worth it.

"Be quiet with that, woman." He scolded with a harsh whisper. "I still think that's a scam." He moves closer to you and suddenly slides you over with his bum on the bed.

You tried pushing him off with a grunt but the man was too heavy. "What are you doing? We can't both fit." You groan in between breaths of struggling to get him off.

He tossed his hat off to the side as to avoid it getting crushed and then proceeded to lay right on top of you.

"Arthur -" you hiss out like a deflating balloon. It took everything you had to try to get this big man off of you. "What the hell?"

"You said I could sleep as long as it wasnt on you," Arthur references while trying to make himself comfortable over you. "What are you gonna do about it if it is on you?"

Grumbling something under him, you give up on trying to bench press him off. You aim for his side and start jabbing at him which made him jerk in reaction with a sharp gasp.

You start chuckling as you tickle him. This big brute of a man unable to catch your hands that poked his sides. "How, out of all the nastiest outlaws, are you ticklish?"

"I'm not." He growls as he flips over and finally pins your hands above your head on the mattress, bringing an end to your madness.

His face was close to yours as he held your wrists in one hand. "Five for sleeping with you, hm?"

Your brows shot up and your initial confident playfulness turned into nervous butterflies that fluttered in your stomach.

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Hi guys.. 😭😭 quick note

I apologize, seeing as I havent uploaded for almost two months! I started school & just havent had as much time anymore to write.

With that being said; I dont really feel like this story is going anywhere - BUT DONT FRET. I'm not discontinuing it or anything.

Most of these chapters revolve around random scenarios with a little sprinkle of plot line 😬 and so, Im not sure what you guys would prefer..

I know its my fanfic & Im suppose to do what I want with it, but at the same time I dont want ya'll feeling like its just dragging on or taking a turn for the worse. At this point its just y/n's miscellaneous adventures with Arthur until it leads to some stinky ass smutt. (😼)

Basically, if you want it more plot based chapters, it'll take a bit longer for the next chapter as it takes more time for me to think of a good way to put y/n into the actual plot and change things up a bit.

Whereas scenario based with plot here & there I can deliver faster since I usually come up with random scenarios all the time anyway.

Would love to hear what you guys think :)

-M ♡

P.S. I started this before I actually had the game, so I WROTE ABOUT THE LEMOYNE RAIDERS IN VALENTINE?!??! Im going to rewrite that just pretend it didnt happen pls 🥰

#arthur morgan #red dead redemption arthur #red dead redemption two #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 #red dead fanfic #enemies to lovers #lemon fanfic

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chl-owo-e · 1 year

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Hii can you do fem reader telling promt 16 to spencer reid?

Of course!

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Beautiful eyes

[Spencer Reid X Female! Reader]

Warnings; Fluff, Romantic cuddle sesh, mentions of being naked , two peeps in love 🫶

16.) Your eyes are so pretty I can look at them all day. <3

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—The sun rises and decorates the dark sage walls with a orangish yellow tint. The curtains hanging onto the window only doing so much to cover the young mans eyes from bothering his slumber. As Spencers chest rises and falls slowly, the young woman watches intently with her head laying on her left arm.

A smile dances on her face as her right hand is now gently brushing away the stray hair on her lovers face. Spencers nose scrunches up as his eyes slowly flutters open. A small unnoticeable breath goes through your nose as you tense up. You didn’t mean to wake him up, but you knew he wasn’t upset with you for doing so.

Spencer moves his hands to rub the tired from his eyes. “Sorry I woke you, didn’t mean to.” You said in a whisper with your sleepy voice still prevalent. The mans eyes roll to look at you and he hums “I know N/n~ Its fine.” Spencer slightly stretches his sore tired muscles and gets back into place with cuddling you.

Both of your bare bodies against each other clinging onto warmth not wanting to get up and ruin the moment. You wrap both of your arms around his neck wanting to be close to him. His forehead places itself against yours as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“How’d you sleep?” You ask him while moving your hands to his cheeks as you hold his face. “Hm, good. Until a mysterious thing woke me up.” Spencer says playfully with a smile spreading across his face. “Oh I wonder what it was? I guess we will never find out.” Your voice laced with sarcasm rings out in Spencers ears.

“I guess so.” He giggles out loud, only forming butterflies in your stomach. It was quiet as the two of you just stared into each others eyes. The only thoughts forming in your head is how you got so lucky with the prettiest guy out there? But I guess that only adds to the many mysteries of the relationship, not that there is a lot.

“Your eyes are so pretty, I can stare at them all day.” You speak as soft as ever, looking at him like just one blink could break him. Spencers face flushes a light shade of pink. Even when being in a relationship for 2 years now he still can get used to any of the compliments you hand to him.

“Thats not possible, you cant do that at som-.” Spencer rambles as he has no clue how to handle what you had said. “Spence! You’re so pretty when you get flustered baby.” You say with a smirk laying upon your lips.

“What! Im not flustered! Im just saying it’s impossible!” He stammers out and you hum in agreement as you roll your eyes. You give his cheeks two light taps and then you get up to get dressed for the day. “But Im not!” Spencer groans out again as he sits up and watches your nude form walk to the shared bathroom.

Yet as he still tries to say hes not flustered all you can see is his face getting redder and redder.

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A/N;This dead ass took me a good 2 hours 💀

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x you #spencer reid 📚👓

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itsyagurlchip · 7 days

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WAIT I SENT THE ASK TOO EARLYA AUWHAUDHDEKDVW

how is the original bone skeleton man doing?? OH OH AND is the setting the usual portal opening in the house and bam you've got new uncles or something else??? YAIOEPEPWLWKWPWBAOAV

buckle up, cuz this is super long yall 🥲

OKAY!!! THIS IS WHERE MY "INTERESTING" PART COMES IN 😁 monsters are just coming to the surface, and speciesism is as high as ever. after a year of this, queen toriel decides to open a human-monster program, something that also promotes her small school.

monsters adopt humans! ebbot was a bit iffy on it, but after realizing the benefits the mayor eventually agreed. (jk that nigga only wants the money 💀-) It was hard to get the program started, because many schools and orphanages werent as trusting, and the state wasn't fundinh it at all. So Toriel took a different approach.

Many monsters put their savings into it, considering their currency is literal fucking gold, and the program would allow each child to get $1000+ per month, depending on their age and needs. and yes giving kids thousands of dollars per year doesn't sound like a good idea, but shhhhh! the plot my dear!

The monsters who take care of them aren't allowed to use it themselves in selfish situations. Both the child and the guardian has rules.

one) you guys have to interact in some way. whether it be verbally, or even physically. two) NOTHING 18+, as all children being minors, that would be kinda weird. three) follow laws as follows- just dont be a shitty parent. four) the child has to want to participate as well, and cant do anything to hurt the guardian. including verbally (bc monster souls are made of feelings pretty much [thats another hc for another day])

id love to go deeper into the details, yet i however cannot bc i dont know how a parent-child program works.

and you have to be in the program for 1 month before you or the child wants to back out.

doesn't matter if its one-sided or not, when someone doesn't like it it immediately stops. id like to say that frisk and papyrus put most if their money into this, just so she can be adopted by toriel.

so when papyrus sees that gaster and sans have been stuck in the lab (not the basement!) for globs of hours at a time, sporadic sleeping, and overall exhaustion from work, he says the craziest shit

"SINCE YOU TWO ARE NERD BUMS, AND I CAN'T ALWAYS BE AT HOME FOR YOU TWO, I ADOPTED A HUMAN CHILD!!"

sans, in his sleep deprived state, promptly rose an eyebrow and fell out of his chair onto his side.

yea, its not that he didn't take the thing well, bro couldn't process it 💀💀

gaster just rolled his only visible eyelight and went back to work

....

well that worked well!!

reader arrived to the house the next day, and seeing that it was a two story house!?!?

AND there was an in-law suite? fuck yea! orphan kid made the jackpot 💥💥😼

they had fuckin steps too les goo!!

Your dark skin shined against the light of the sun, your brown eyes sparkling in excitement.

reader let go of papyrus's hand and ran inside immediately.

Careful as to not smudge your dirty shoes against the shiney floor, you looked around the house in amazement. This place had to have atleast 5 rooms!

and then the in law suite on the side looked like another 2 rooms!?? BEST DAY OF YOUR LIFE!!

Not only did you have super nice guardians (you hoped), they were packed enough to keep you and themselves stabilized!! Hell, if theirs more people, they could support them aswell!!

Taking off your shoes, you looked around the living room. The long couch was green, albiet a bit patchy for a nice place, while the tan side couches could lean back!!

where those outlets on the sides? omg

"HAVING FUN DEAR HUMAN CHILD?" Papyrus smirked. He knew that the house of the Great Papyrus was enough to impress anyone, even of young ages.

"You guys are so rich!! wow- i mean, not that im tryna take your money or anything, but like- WOW!! Its so big!! Bigger than anything ive ever been to!" You were now flapping your hands and bouncing a bit. Your locs of hair bounced in it's pony tail no matter how small the fidget-hop was.

Behind the living room was a beautiful and lavish kitchen, and to the right there was the steps. To the right it looked like some like of master bedroom or guest bathroom.

But you didn't care about rooms right now, you wanted to see your other guardians!!

"Where are the other people im supposed to be meeting? Are you my only guardian or do they have to take care of me too? Are they mean? Are they bums? I hope they dont smoke or something, Do they have an addiction? What about-"

"THAT!, DEAR CHILD, IS GOING TO BE FOR INTRODUCTIONS!! DO NOT WORRY, WHILE THOSE TWO MAY BE GRUMPS, THEY ARE PLEASANT PEOPLE TO BE AROUND...EVEN IF THE LACK OF SLEEP TAKES THEIR PLEASANT PERSONALITY AWAY..." Papyrus concluded. You noticed that, despite the way he tried to talk to himself, you still heard it loud and clearly.

Maybe he had a hard time with volume control. meh.

Grabbing your hand and leading you towards the back door next to the kitchen, Papyrus opened the door. He had to lean down a bit in order to hold your hand, but he didn't mind.

The hallway was looooong. Instead of it being regular walls, it was glass windows of different colors. Which made you raise an eyebrow abit.

Seeing your reaction, the tall skeleton explained, "SINCE WE DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH SPACE FOR EXPERIMENTAL ACTIVITY, TOTALLY NOT BOMBS, MY BROTHER AND FATHER DECIDED TO LIVE IN THE SUITE!" He said, walking and talking.

You both reached the end of the hallway, hearing mumblings, ramblings, and overall terms that lowkey hurt your brain.

Getting too excited, you open the door to a glass-based lab. With the occasional plastic and metal equipment.

In the middle of the room there was an island counter filled was rainbow colored stuff ('gay as hell' , you sniggered), small green candies, and lots and lots if paper and pencils sharpened to the ends.

At one end of the room, there was a tall skeleton, a little shorter than Papyrus, who was more goop than skeleton. Infact, he looked like someone took a fire torch to his upper body, but you didn't say anything.

At the other end, there was a short skeleton, probably shorter than you (hah, being 5'0 did pay off), laying with his head on the desk, knocked out with blue slob. You marveled at the sight, wanting to know more about monsters at this revelation.

"FATHER! BROTHER! THIS IS THE CHILD I ADOPTED FOR ALL OF US!" Papyrus announced, grinning undauntedly. The smaller skeleton banged his head on the desk at the loud voice, while the other one barely flinched and turned slowly in irritation. "INTRODUCE YOURSELVES WHILE I MAKE LUNCH FOR THE GROWING FETUS!" He declared, marching out with a big smile.

If this plan went correctly, then his favorite family members would be mentally stable (as much as one could try- he thought to himself).

after banging his head on the damned table, sans sat up a bit disoriented.

why was there a human child in the house?

why was it in the lab?

"uhh kid, ur not supposed be here...uhh, its not safe and uh, you could die."

"WOW! Your so freakin cool! How do you talk without moving your face? Are you wearing a mask? I could die here! ooh shiney stuff, can i touch it?"

yea.. this kid has not had a proper friend in a minute

he was overwhelmed by the questions you asked at first, he didn't answer them at all in favor of watching gaster struggle to calm you down.

sans didn't mind how loud you were, it was moreso the curiosity that you brought along with you.

that wouldn't do.

"Hey! What's this?" the kid asked, walking towards the machine that could very much possibly cause the heat death of the universe, before getting snatched up by gaster.

"Enough! you are here to introduce yourself, and you will do as such" It was funny to see the man twitch like that. sans likes this kid already.

After knowing your name and age, sans was a bit surprised.

he honestly thought you were younger.

while introducing himself he tried to keep it simple and short. how old is he?

"how old am i old man?"

His blue slippers shifted from the movement of his ankle bones.

he thought you were just an average kid, but something about you was different.

oddly enough you always wore these earrings saying Y on the right and N on the left.

he wonder what it meant

Now its a week past since you came into the 'haunted house', aka the skele-dungeon

you two play pranks against gaster when he has free time. watching him bounce his leg in irritation every time he finds a lima bean in his notes is pure gold.

since you're virtual, due to your choice, he tries to take you places.

some of the most consistent ones are dance class every saturday and neighborhood walks you take by yourself.

I think of sans is the type of person to give less of a shit about his dad.

mostly because if the way he approaches things, iN tHE NaME oF sCIeNcE

it pisses him off everytime he tries to ask you for a blood sample

and it makes him even angrier when you say yes without a second thought.

but despite that, he cares about gaster.

but he wants to choke him out being his first son.

Despite being constantly sleep deprived, he makes time for this little new joy in his life.

Back then he's sleep at his desk, especially when his magic reserves were too low to shortcut.

But now, and you thought he didn't notice, you carry him to the living room of the main house and turn the tv volume down to 9 when you cant fall asleep.

another thing you both have in common

More often than not, you both find each other at the odd hours if the night.

since he can barely cook shit, it's mostly you making the midnight snacks

he appreciates the food you make for him, despite him initially coming to get a 10 1/2 ounce bag of chips

other times you guys will sit in the living room in silence

occasionally he'll find himself rambling to you about physics, specifically quantum, so he can keep his memory up.

sans likes the way you treat his brother.

as an uncle and not a childish cousin.

You may not be able to keep up with Papyrus's schedules and puzzles

but when you can, you two shine this wholesome light on the whole house that makes sans's soul ache lovingly.

Papyrus likes to take you out for walks more than him, or you'll both hang out in the backyard next to the glass hallway of the suite.

on his breaks, he'll find you two doing silly things

like rolling in the grass

or trying to carry each other.

without being able to admit it, sans and papyrus feel a new joy in their life.

and they got a cool kid to come with it :)

Gaster and sans were in the lab when his father said the most dumbest shit his nonexistent ears could ever listen to

gaster was never fully succumbed into the void, as sans had saved him before anything totally horrible happened.

hence his melted face and arms.

but he saw something, or rather somethings, that his meticulous little nerd brain has been hyperfiaxting on since the child came.

"Let's discover new universes!"

sans was just like 'naw, jit crazy'

so gaster fucks around with the machine for a while in secret while sans is frolicking with his newly adopted child.

ew, children.

but he guesses that she's okay, despite her adamant queries (hehe).

and soon enough, the machine made that man find out after he fucked around

Now that the machine stopped pouring in different variants of his children, this only made gaster more excited to use the machine.

sans on the other hand was fuckin freaking out.

the damn geezer did it

but not only that, there are aggressive ass versions of him who are willing to kill a child and that wont go.

sans is not gonna give on the things that bring him joy that easy.

*insert battle sequence*

ok so he got his ass whooped, no biggie.

and now his adopted child is befriending them. great.

annnddd now his brother is taking care of them. even better.

AANNNDD now his father is too interested in them to try and find a way to send them back. AMAZING!

bro wants to jump off a roof at this point

to be honest, he doesn't like the other versions of himself.

Theyre different possibilities of what could've happened currently and he already thinks about that enough.

but, reader likes them, so he gives them a pass.

but if they hurt her...or even worse, his brother...

he wont need the machine to figure out a way to take them out of this world.

KITTY!! THANK U SM!!! ✨❤️✨❤️✨🫣❤️🫣❤️ EKKK!! YOU GUYS BRING ME SUCH JOY 😋😋😋 YAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYATATATTATATATTATATATATATTATATATTATATATATTATATATA IM SO HAPPY!! YHSHABDGSIWKSBHSUWBWHAISNEGEYGSBAOWOAMQNWHUDBRYDUBJQIBSGATUWOWUEHRBXKMXBSYSJBSBZ-

i know the reader sounds super excited rn, which is sorta unexpected for an orphan centered fic, in the official thing you're gonna see a less than..nice attitude from them.

btw i wanna make a house plan to this can make more sense for your guys. ohhhhhhhh- IM TOO DAMN EXCITED 😋😋💕 i prolly gotta learn skeleton anatomy too-

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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Hiiiii, I loved your dad!Armin headcanons! If you feel like writing about it, what do you think Armin would be like while his s/o is pregnant? And how would he react to labor and delivery, would he be one of those dads that passes out in the delivery room or nah??

i loved this idea so much that i turned it into a whole ass thing for all of the aot guys lol <3 these are just a few silly lil hcs of how they would be when expecting a baby / how they would act w a pregnant partner

armin buys every single book on parenting: caring for ur pregnant partner, best methods for birth, essentials to have when preparing for a baby, etc. he is COMMITTED to the bit. i don’t see him being super protective or anything, more so attentive to you and ur needs. like he’s constantly asking you if he can do anything to make u more comfortable or get you anything you need!!! he is just super excited and wants to be prepared for everything. has like 11 diaper bags

eren uses ur pregnancy as an excuse for everything LOL his work is like hey can you come in today and cover someone’s shift??? he’s like no sorry i have a baby on the way 🤒🤒🤒 someone cuts you guys off in traffic and he’s like “literally why would they do that … ur pregnant ….” as if everyone on the planet knows??? LIKEEE he thinks the earth orbits you and not the sun just bc ur expecting. also constantly brags to his friends about how he’s gonna be a dad before all of them :/

jean isn’t letting you lift a damn finger, to the point where it’s almost frustrating. very observant of you and ur needs. you reach to grab something and hes dead serious like “stop reaching for stuff 😐 let me do it” when he was literally 3 rooms away. you go to shower alone for a literal second and he’s jumping in like lemme wash ur hair i don’t want u lifting ur arms up 😟 😟 😟 …. HUH ???? he means so well but baby lemme breathe ur playing w ur life rn <3

connie does that thing where he’s like “you know i would carry and deliver the baby for you if i could, right :/” and it’s a cute thought but ur feet are throbbing and ur back is breaking and ur like yeah yeah sure u would :/ his heart breaks when you say ur scared to deliver ur baby :/ then you say the comparison is like “pushing a watermelon out of a lemon” and he almost passes out at the thought of it

levi knows to shut the fuck up LOL this man is reading the room before you even breathe. he knows exactly when and why ur gonna be grouchy or overly emotional, he knows just what snacks to get and when you start to get sick of them. you wake him up in the middle of the night and he already has his shoes by the side of the bed incase he has to leave to get you something. he deals with the whole process so well its actually a lil scary ur like .... have u done this before 🤨🤨🤨

reiner is .... petrified LOL poor baby is so scared hes watching youtube tutorials on how to change a diaper as soon as your pregnancy test comes back positive. hes caressing ur baby bump and then crying at the thought of ur baby growing up too fast (when theyre not even born yet???) then he feels bad bc “youre carrying our child and im the one who is crying” 😭 give him a hug please and maybe a xanax

porco is clueless. theres not a thought going on behind those eyes. youre making a list of potential baby shower gifts to ask for and ur like “hey do we have a crib yet?” and hes like “why tf do we need a crib? the baby can sleep in the bed with us?” and ur like fuck no it cant and hes like “ok ok ur right, it can sleep on the couch” :/ and he’s dead serious too. you ask him for a weird food combo like pickles and peanut butter and hes so deadpan like “you know thats raunchy, right?” 😕 he has a death wish fr

#aot headcanons #aot x reader #eren x reader #eren headcanons #armin x reader #armin headcanons #jean x reader #jean headcanons #connie x reader #connie headcanons #levi x reader #levi headcanons #reiner x reader #reiner headcanons #porco x reader #porco headcanons

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just-another-josh · 6 months

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Wild

The morning sun shone brightly over National City with not a cloud in sight. Sunlight streamed plentifully through the floor-to-ceiling windows, brightly illuminating the entirety of Kara Danvers’ loft, prompting the sleeping hero to stir from her slumber.

Kara grimaced at the intense glare and closed her eyes as tight as she could. Her sour look was quickly replaced with an airy grin when she felt the body spooned against her back and the wisps of warm breath tickling the nape of her neck. The grin fully morphed into a smile when she noticed the arm loosely wrapped around her bare waist; a smile brighter than the sunlight invading her room.

Kara softly traced the pads of her fingers across the pale-skinned arm, causing its owner to stir. The Kryptonian delicately lifted the hand to her lips and began peppering it with light kisses, drawing out a soft moan from the woman lying next to her. Cleary taking the response as encouragement, Kara transitioned to sucking each finger individually; eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her bedmate followed by a slight canting of hips into Kara’s ass.

“Don’t start anything you can’t finish,” Lena said in a husky rasp.

Kara turned around to face her and playfully replied, “Oh, I have no intention of stopping,” and proceeded to press her naked body into the brunette.

Their lips slowly came together in a chaste kiss that quickly transitioned into an all-out assault of teeth and tongues. Hands quickly began to wander. Lena’s hands traced over Kara’s bare chest and descended across the hero’s well-defined abs before zeroing in on the sensitive junction between Kara’s thighs.

Kara gasped and continued to rub on Lena’s bare thigh and gradually moved up her body until reaching the hemline of the brunette’s tight-fitting, threadbare pajama top. Kara’s eyebrows damn-near popped out of her head when she pulled up the top to reveal that Lena was not wearing any underwear. Her face quickly shifted from shock to what could only be described as a look of insatiable hunger. She licked her lips Lena’s abundant arousal. The two locked eyes; a predatory look overtook Kara’s face. “I’m thinking breakfast in bed this morning.”

Lena moaned in agreement, her body shuddering ever so slightly in evident anticipation.

Kara was so preoccupied with her impending ‘breakfast’ that she failed to hear a key being inserted into her front door lock. She also missed the door unlocking and opening, and she sure-as-shit didn’t hear anyone enter the loft. What finally got her attention was the loud bang of the door as it slammed shut.

“Kara, are you up yet? I brought Noonan’s,” Alex called out.

Kara’s head popped up from between Lena’s legs with a wide-eyed look of terror on her face. “Oh shit,” she whispered.

Lena for her part simply rolled her eyes, clearly irritated by the unwelcome interruption.

“Relax,” Lena calmly whispered.

But how could Kara relax? Alex being in Kara’s loft created a slew of issues, chief among them her sister being completely in the dark about everything that had transpired between Kara and Lena the previous night.

Last night was jam-packed with life-changing events for the hero and the freshly reinstated LuthorCorp (soon to be L-Corp again) CEO. After enjoying a candlelit dinner that was entirely too intimate for two people that were just ‘best friends’, the two settled down to watch the latest episode of ‘Ahsoka’ (Kara would gladly suffer through Lena’s love of Star Wars because, well, it’s Lena). Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on who asked) the show was interrupted by a slew of unexpected occurrences.

In summary:

Kara and Lena kissed.

Kara and Lena confessed their feelings for each other.

Kara and Lena kissed again.

And again.

Kara and Lena tore each other’s clothes off and spent the remainder of the evening (and into the early morning hours) thoroughly burning off six years’ worth of built-up sexual tension. To say it was a good night would be an understatement.

So why was Alex’s presence in Kara’s loft problematic? Aside from the blonde and brunette being a mass of naked, tangled limbs in Kara’s bed?

They hadn’t had ‘The Talk’ yet.

Since everything that happened last night was pretty much a carnal blur after their first kiss, they didn’t really get a chance to establish exactly where their relationship stood and where it was going. Was this a one-time thing? Fuckbuddies? Girlfriends? Loading their shit into a U-Haul today? Trip to Vegas tonight? I mean sure, they said they love each other, but do they both feel the same way the morning after?

Alex most assuredly would interrogate them both on the spot if she knew the current scene taking place behind the curtain covering Kara’s bedroom. And that brought up another question: even if they could put a name to whatever it is they are doing, were Kara and Lena ready for Alex and every other member of their chosen family to be privy to it? What happens if it leaks out to the public that Supergirl is now in a romantic relationship with Lena? Would that put a bigger target on Lena’s back? Maybe they wanted to keep this new aspect of their relationship private from their friends, family, and the public.

Unfortunately, no answers could be had at this point because Kara and Lena hadn’t had a femtosecond to hash any of them out.

Hence Alex’s visit being infuriatingly problematic.

“C’mon Kara, I know you’re here! You can’t hide behind that curtain all day!” Alex bellowed.

Kara shot a panicked look at a completely nonplussed Lena. The blonde raised her hands in a silent plea for help. Lena shrugged and focused on Kara like she was trying to figure out what the problem was.

“Goddamnit Kara! If you’re not out here in five seconds, I’m going to call Lena and tell her you fantasize about her when you masturbate!”

Kara’s eyes shot to her hairline and her face turned three shades of red. She locked eyes with Lena before quickly burying her face in her hands.

“One!”

Lena arched an eyebrow and bore a Chesire Cat-like grin. “Really?” she purred quietly.

“Two!”

Kara dropped her hands from her face and attempted to respond but quickly gave up and just nodded in defeat.

“Three!”

Lena pulled Kara into her arms and gently kissed the hero’s temple. “Go deal with your sister,” she whispered into her ear.

“Four!”

A small gust of wind later, Kara was standing next to her kitchen island; her abrupt arrival blowing a stack of napkins to the floor; Alex quickly bending over to grab them.

“Hiwhatareyoudoinghere?!?” Kara said in a high-pitched, borderline shrill voice.

“Kara, you know I can’t understand you when you talk at superspeed…” Alex said as she stood up with the napkins she had recovered from the floor in her hand. She placed them back on the counter and looked up at her sister. Her eyes widened into saucers and her mouth gaped in shock.

Her little sister stood before her naked as the day she was born and, aside from fidgeting with her fingers, made no effort to cover herself.

“Kara! What the hell!” Alex screamed and turned away from her sister faster than a speeding bullet.

The startled Kryptonian looked at the redhead with confusion. “What? What’s the matter?”

Alex loudly scoffed, “Oh for the love of…Kara…clothes Kara…you…you’re fucking naked!”

Upon looking down and confirming Alex’s observation, a now tomato-faced Kara yelped and quickly covered her chest with her right arm and her pelvic area with her left hand.

Alex turned to peek at her oblivious, idiot of a sister and was shocked to find her still standing near the kitchen island with a deer-in-the-headlights look splashed across her face.

The redhead’s stared in disbelief at the stock-still hero and yelled, “For fuck’s sake, Kara, go put some goddamn clothes on!”

Alex’s outburst seemed to motivate Kara into action and the blonde super-sped back into her room with enough force to blow the recently recovered stack of napkins (and a few other lightweight items situated around the loft) into a scattered mess on the floor; Alex making no effort to catch or clean them up this time.

Once back behind the curtain, Kara was greeted with the sight of Lena sitting on the end of the bed offering up a pair of underwear, baggy t-shirt, and pajama pants to the clearly humiliated hero. Lena was biting her bottom lip in a blatant attempt to stifle a look of amusement. Once Kara accepted the proffered clothes, Lena slapped her hand over her mouth to aid in her continuing battle to keep her composure. As Kara dressed at human speed, a few light snorts escaped Lena’s covered mouth. Kara flashed her an intense glare that the average onlooker might interpret as an oncoming barrage of heat vision.

Kara threw up her hands as if to say, ‘What the fuck?’ which prompted Lena to slap her other hand over her mouth. Seeing that she was getting nothing but grief from the CEO, Kara defiantly stuck her tongue out at her. Lena quickly turned and grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed, burying her face in it before dissolving into barely controlled giggles. Kara rolled her eyes at the brunette’s antics and walked at normal speed back into the kitchen area.

Kara emerged from her room and was immediately met with the sight of Alex standing in front of the kitchen island; her arms folded across her chest and a bewildered look on her face.

“What the hell was that about?”

Kara averted her eyes to the floor. “Um…I was…”

Alex held up her hand. “You know what? Never mind. I don’t want to know.” She briefly turned away from Kara before stopping herself and swinging back around to face her. “And just so we’re clear, we will never speak of this again.”

With a relieved sigh, Kara’s entire body seemed to deflate. She tensed up again when she noticed Alex hadn’t stopped looking at her. In fact, she seemed to be intensely studying her.

After a few more seconds of intense scrutiny, Alex appeared to have figured out whatever it was that she was looking for.

“You look shit, Kara. Did you not get any sleep last night?”

While Kara didn’t quite look like ‘shit’, the hero did look a little disheveled. She had a serious case of bedhead, puffy circles under her eyes, and seemed to be fidgeting more than usual.

Kara struggled a moment before replying, “Yeah, uh-huh.”

“No, seriously. You look like you’ve been tossing and turning all night.”

“Something like that,” she replied nervously; her eyes focusing everywhere besides her sister’s.

Alex looked at her with confusion etched across her face and shook her head. “Okay…?”

Kara appeared to be on the cusp of responding but she was saved by Alex turning her attention to the dining table and moving towards it. Kara walked around to the side of the table opposite Alex and took in the four paper bags, three large cardboard containers of food, and the drink holder with three large and one small disposable cup bearing the Noonan’s logo. Alex busied herself pulling bagels, donuts, and muffins from the bags and placing them on plates that she had apparently pulled from Kara’s cupboards before the Kryptonian’s impromptu display of exhibitionism.

Kara’s brow furrowed ever so slightly. “Alex?”

Alex absentmindedly hummed as she spooned scrambled eggs from one container onto a separate plate.

“Thank you for bringing me breakfast, but…that seems like a lot of food even for me. Are you not by yourself?”

“Sam and Ruby are outside parking the car. Should be up any minute,” Alex said as she continued to divvy up the food. She was so wrapped up in what she was doing that she missed the silently mouthed ‘fuck’ from her little sister.

“Oh, that’s cool,” Kara stammered. “Super cool,” she mumbled to herself.

Alex paid no attention to the blonde and continued, “Ruby’s taking her driving test again next week, we found a perfect spot for her to practice her parallel parking when we got here.”

“Isn’t this her fifth time taking the test?” Kara snorted.

Alex scoffed, “First of all, fuck you. Second, it’s only her fourth time. Third, you have no room to talk. It took you five tries to pass the test and you’re still a shit driver.”

Kara stuck her tongue out at her sister, which Alex ignored. Kara used her enhanced vision to look through her loft walls to see if she could find Sam and Ruby on the street. She quickly locked onto their minivan and watched as it clumsily faltered back and forth as Ruby tried to squeeze it in the parking spot bracketed by vehicles on both sides. Kara could see the space was barely big enough for the larger vehicle. She focused her vision further into the vehicle to get a look at its occupants. Ruby was the epitome of focus as she tried to slot the van into the spot; her tongue poking out the side of her mouth. Sam sat in the passenger’s seat with a composed look on her face as the van jerked back and forth. But when Kara focused her super-hearing, Sam’s accelerated heartbeat and erratic breathing told a different story.

Alex seemed to notice familiar gaze. “How bad is it?” she asked with a hint of exasperated concern in her voice.

“I think they’re going to be awhile,” Kara said with an apologetic look on her face.

Alex frowned but continued plating up their breakfast.

The redhead moved back into the kitchen and opened a cabinet. She stopped short and stood motionless.

After a minute of watching Alex stare at nothing, a confused Kara asked, “You ok over there?”

At Kara’s prompting, Alex moved to gaze at her sister. She studied her for a moment with an inquisitive look on her face, then calmly asked, “Why were you naked earlier?”

Kara immediately broke eye contact, instead opting to focus on her fidgeting hands. “I…I…was about to get in the shower when you got here. That’s why I couldn’t hear you…you know, ‘cause of the shower running. And then…I guess I rushed out so fast I forgot to put my pajamas back on.” Kara pinched her lips and nodded as if she had just convinced herself her story was plausible.

Alex tilted her head and frowned. “Bullshit. The shower wasn’t running when I got here.”

��Kara gasped and nervously giggled. “I mean…I was just getting out of bed and was heading to the bathroom to take a shower.” Kara gave her sister a forced smile.

“But you never sleep naked.”

Kara waved dismissively at the elder Danvers. “Pfft, I sleep naked all the time.”

“No, you don’t.” Alex stood undeterred.

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“How would you know that?”

“You never slept naked the entire time we lived together.”

Kara looked at Alex incredulously. “Of course, I didn’t, we were living together!” Kara flashed a judgmental look at her sister.

Alex rolled her eyes. “Don’t look at me like I’m some weirdo. Accidents happen when people live together. Especially living in this tiny-ass loft.” Alex waved her hand around the tiny space.

“Still doesn’t prove anything,” Kara haughtily responded with a defiant look for good measure.

Alex squinted her eyes ever so slightly and unleashed a sinister grin. “You never slept naked when you were fucking Mon-El.”

All the color drained from Kara’s face and her eyes slowly widened to the size of large dinner plates. “How the hell did you know that?!?”

“He complained about it to me once. Said you were the biggest prude he’d ever met, which isn’t saying much considering where he came from.”

“That…that…asshole!” Kara’s face had turned fire engine red.

“Agreed. That’s why I threatened to throw him into a vat of molten lead if he ever talked about anything like that again.” Alex briefly smiled at the memory before turning to focus on her sister again. “But that’s irrelevant right now. What’s up with you?”

Kara managed to calm herself. She squared up towards Alex in a futile attempt to appear confident. “Nothing’s up. Everything’s fine,” Kara said with just a little too much squeak in her voice at the end.

“You’re lying.”

Kara laughed nervously. “Why do you think I’m…”.

Alex cut her off, pointing directly at the Kryptonian’s furrowed brow. “Crinkle.”

Kara sighed loudly and instinctively tried to rub away her long-standing tell. She gave Alex an aggravated look and took a deep breath. “Look, there’s nothing going on. You’ve spent way too much time at the D.E.O., and it’s made you completely paranoid!” Kara waved her hands erratically as she continued rambling. “And I don’t appreciate you trying to use your…your secret-agenty interrogation moves on me. ‘Cause let me tell you something missy…you…you have no idea what you’re talking about. I am a strong…uh…empowered woman…who…who is perfectly comfortable with her…uh…nakedness.” Kara pointed at Alex. “Yeah, I think your just jealous because I’m so comfortable with my body that you…uh…you just get crazy ideas in that head of yours and frankly I think it’s unbecoming of someone who has a teenage daughter to set such a terrible example with all the…jealousy…and…and…”.

The sound of the toilet in Kara’s bathroom flushing echoed through the apartment with the subtlety of a shotgun blast. Both sisters turned to looked in the direction of the bathroom. Both turned back towards each other with vastly different looks painted across their faces; Alex a knowing/shit-eating grin and Kara grimacing like she’d just been punched in the gut by a Czarnian.

“Paranoid, huh?” Alex said with an exaggerated tilt of her head. “So, who is he?”

Kara smiled sheepishly and decided that studying the floor was preferable to making eye contact with her sister.

Alex picked up one of the large coffees from the drink tray and took a sip. She let out a contented sigh and calmly asked, “Is it that cute friend of Nia’s that I saw you talking to at the wedding?”

Kara, who had clearly decided her best course of action was to shove a donut in her mouth, looked at Alex like her sister had sprouted a second head. “Fho?” Kara asked around a mouthful of donut.

Alex mocked, “I shouldn’t be surprised you don’t remember him; he was seriously hitting on you.” Alex shook her head. “Fucking Captain Oblivious over here,” she mumbled to herself.

Kara swallowed her donut and was cut off by the redhead before she could retort. “Is it that Korugarian you met at Al’s the other night?”

A stream of water flowing out of the bathroom sink could now be heard through the kitchen wall; a few intermittent splashes signaling breaking through the steady stream.

Kara looked towards the bathroom nervously. She then turned her attention to the drink carrier and removed the large cup marked “KARA” on the side before meeting Alex’s unyielding stare.

“No, he was asking me if Brainy was single,” Kara said impatiently.

Alex nodded, a look of intense consideration washing over her face before an almost comical look of terror replaced it. “Kara, please tell me Mon-El didn’t come back from the future again.” She grabbed Kara by the shoulders. “Look, I know you still love him, but honey, he’s married, and being a homewrecker is not a good look for you, and remember the whole ‘prude’ comment, and…”.

Kara looked at the eldest Danvers in complete contempt and promptly cut her off, “Oh, fuck no! Even if he showed up right now and told me he divorced Imra and said he wanted to get back together, I would tell him to go to hell.”

Alex released Kara and took a step back, clearly shocked by her sister’s vulgar outburst. “Okay, so definitely not Mon-El,” the redhead cautiously mumbled.

A drawer shutting in Kara’s room broke Alex’s questioning. The redhead looked towards the curtain briefly and back at the Kryptonian who was now taking a long swig of her coffee. “C’mon Kara, who’s back there?” Alex gently implored.

Kara chewed her bottom lip nervously before huffing out a sigh of defeat. But before she could respond, she heard the curtain slide open and shut behind her and watched as Alex in quick succession stop breathing and her face contort into a look of shock.

Kara turned to see Lena standing by the open curtain still dressed in her form-hugging pajama top but had added a pair of sleep shorts for the sake of propriety. Her makeup-less face was adorned with thick framed black glasses. Her hair hung loosely; not quite the disheveled mess Kara was sporting earlier but certainly a downgrade from the CEO’s usual opulent perfection. Yet she stood tall and practically oozed that one-of-a-kind Luthor confidence that had brought lesser men to their knees.

Kara shot a warm smile at the green-eyed beauty standing before her and mouthed a silent ‘I’m sorry’. Lena smirked and subtly winked at the Kryptonian. She padded toward the sisters with a hint of swagger in her step; stopping next to Kara and leaning down to plant a chaste kiss to the corner of the seated Kryptonian’s mouth.

“Good morning, darling,” the brunette practically purred.

A punch-drunk look overtook Kara’s features as she smiled lovingly in return. “G’morning, zhaote.” The hero grabbed the CEO’s wrist and pulled her in for another kiss, this time directly on the lips.

The two were broken out of their PDA session by a muffled squeak originating from Alex. They exchanged brief smiles before turning to face the frozen in place redhead. Lena righted her posture and walked over to the kitchen cabinet; bidding Alex ‘good morning’ as she passed her. Alex, clearly having gone non-verbal, could only respond with a nod. Her gaze turning as she continued to watch the brunette walk over to the cabinet, the redhead slowly drifted toward the kitchen until she softly bumped into one of the barstools surrounding the kitchen island. Lena retrieved a porcelain coffee mug and moved to stand opposite Alex. Lena studied her for a moment before motioning towards the redhead’s coffee cup. “You still take yours black, right?”

The question seemed to bring Alex back to reality. She blinked her eyes rapidly and shook her head as if she was trying to reset her brain. “Uh, yeah.”

“May I?” Lena held out her hand for Alex’s drink. She nodded and handed the cup to the CEO who then held both the empty mug and the disposable cup side-by-side at chest level and whispered, “Effingo.” The mug slowly filled with steaming coffee, stopping half an inch under the brim. Alex watched the spell unfold with an impressed look on her face, closely mirrored by Kara’s effervescent look of complete pride upon seeing the brunette’s casual use of her powers.

Lena handed Alex’s cup back to her with a gracious nod and took the seat next to Kara at the dinner table. Lena scooted her chair closer to Kara to the point that their shoulders and thighs were rubbing together. Lena intermittently sipped from her coffee mug (a contented hum escaping her lips during the first few sips) and wrapped her arm around the hero, lazily carding her fingers through golden tresses. The two exchanged happy glances, neither able to hide their giddy mood.

For her part, Alex remained leaned up against the kitchen island practically staring at the Kryptonian and the CEO; her face running through what appeared to be a gamut of emotions. The redhead slowly sipped her coffee as she studied the couple; her pinched lips slowly morphed into a warm grin after each sip. Lena spared a glance in Alex’s direction and gave her a questioning look (signature eyebrow raise included) and titled her head in challenge. Alex’s grin shifted into a full-fledged smile in response to the brunette’s silent prompting. The staring contest dragged on for another minute or two. Alex looked as if she was on the verge of saying something, but Lena’s patience wore out and the redhead was cut off before she had a chance.

“So, Alex, as much as I dislike eavesdropping on other peoples’ conversations,” Lena paused for a moment as a thought seemed to strike her, “Actually, now that I think about it, I rather enjoy eavesdropping.” Lena nodded, clearly agreeing with herself. “But I digress. If neither of you mind, I’d like to add my two cents about a topic you were discussing earlier.”

She received nods from both noticeably intrigued sisters. Lena fixed her gaze back towards Alex before saying, “Regarding Mon-El’s comments about Kara’s prudish nature, as I scientist, I feel I must refute his findings. If last night was any indication, your sister is incredibly outgoing, dare I say enthusiastic when it comes to activities of an intimate nature.” Lena paused long enough to get a look at the Danvers girls. Kara was covered in a full-on blush and a nervous smile adorned her face while Alex had turned pale-white and, for reasons unknown to all gathered, began gulping down her coffee as if it was her favorite brand of scotch. “Honestly, I posit that the crown-douche of Daxam was either too inexperienced or inept achieve his desired result.” Lena scrunched her nose. “My money’s on the latter.” Lena let that set in for a moment; an insatiable grin flitted across her lips. “No, I think poor Mon-El couldn’t provide Kara with the proper…stimulation.”

Alex erupted into a full coughing fit. Her hands quickly went to her face in a futile attempt to staunch the coffee erupting from her mouth and nose; the remains of her cup becoming collateral damage as it fell to the floor. The redhead quickly turned and lunged for the kitchen sink, spitting out the meager amount of dark liquid that had miraculously remained contained by her mouth. The last vestiges of coffee expelled from her lungs; Alex began a retching/dry-heaving duet that had her body halfway into the sink.

Kara, her sister’s hacking seeming to have no effect on her, focused her red face towards Lena and leveled her with a sense of shock and awe painting her features. Lena, calm, collected, Lena, met the hero’s eyes head on. Her face was encompassed in a look of devilish delight. Kara wrapped her arm around the brunette and pulled her close enough to whisper in her ear. “You’re terrible.”

Lena pulled back, a look of mock shame on her face which quickly melted into a devious smirk when she saw the Kryptonian wearing a similar grin. Lena pulled Kara closer and whispered in her ear, “She had it coming. No one grills my girl like that.”

Kara thickly swallowed before playfully responding with barely contained enthusiasm, “My girl?”

Lena cupped Kara’s cheek before moving a few errant hairs from her face behind her ear; her smile radiated with tenderness. “You’re damn right.” The CEO slowly leaned in and pressed a kiss to the smiling Kryptonian’s lips.

With the three women occupied, no one noticed Sam and Ruby enter the loft.

“Sorry we took so long. Who’s dying in here? I could hear all the coughing from the lob…”

Sam stopped short as she took in the scene currently unfolding in the loft. Her wife was halfway in the kitchen sink, by all appearances throwing up, and her oldest friend and her sister-in-law were kissing in a very non-platonic way. Sufficed to say, she was stunned into silence.

Kara and Lena broke their kiss after registering Sam and Ruby’s presence. (impressively, they only made out for an additional 90 seconds after hearing Sam’s voice).

Alex managed to remove herself from the sink. She turned on the faucet, splashed some water on her face, shakily fumbled for the roll of paper towels sitting on the counter, and once she was able to get a couple sheets detached from the roll, began to pat her face dry. After drying her face, she looked up and through tear-stained eyes saw her wife doing her best imitation of a goldfish and her adopted daughter studying her aunts intently.

The room remained eerily quiet save for the occasional smattering of sniffles and light coughs from Alex as she tried to get her breathing back to normal. Kara and Lena sat impassively at the kitchen table splitting their focus evenly amongst the three women. Lena rubbed slow circles on Kara’s back while the blonde lightly stroked the CEO’s thigh. Sam and Ruby continued to focus all their attention on the couple while Alex was focused on patting dry her shirt with a handful of paper towels.

Ruby broke the silence.

“About fucking time.” The comment directed at her aunts was paired nicely with an eyeroll.

“Ruby Julietta Danvers!” Alex sternly pointed at the teen. “NOT, okay.”

Ruby shot each of her mothers a look of disbelief and scoffed, “Oh c’mon! You’re both thinking it!”

Sam turned to face her daughter. “Hey, Mama’s right. No F-bombs, please.” Ruby started to protest but Sam raised a hand to cut her off. “Don’t even start. I know, you’re seventeen and everyone at school says that and worse. Just, please, let me and Mama live in our fantasy that you’re still a little girl just a bit longer.”

Ruby stood down with a huff. Sam focused her attention on Kara and Lena, a hint of a grin on her face. “But she is right, it’s about fucking time.”

Ruby grumbled at her mother’s apparent double-standard while the couple responded to it with beaming smiles.

“So, are you two like…girlfriends now?” Ruby asked, trying to sound indifferent.

Kara opened her mouth but quickly shut it, instead turning towards Lena with a questioning look on her face. “Are we?”

Lena seemed to consider the blonde’s question for a moment, going so far as to sardonically tap her finger against her lips. A tender grin slowly spread across her lips. “I certainly hope so.”

Kara turned her attention back to Ruby with an exaggerated flourish and, with a smile brighter than the sun replied, “Yes, yes we are.”

“Cool.” Ruby shrugged and took a seat at the dining table opposite her aunts. Her mothers exchanged excited smiles before taking up two open chairs on the other end of the table. Plates, food, and drinks were efficiently passed around the table and the quintet dug in. They spent the meal discussing Ruby’s upcoming driver’s test. Ruby telling everyone that she had the test “On lock”, but a quick look at the expressions on Sam’s and Alex’s faces told a different story. Sensing her mothers’ doubt, Ruby defiantly pointed out that the only reason she didn’t pass the previous tests was because she was forced to drive the Danvers’ minivan. Alex countered that it was the only vehicle they had outside of the redhead’s motorcycle, and she wasn’t allowed to use it per the DMV’s rules as it was (Truth be told, even if it was allowed for the test AND hell had frozen over, there was no way she would let the teen anywhere near her custom bike).

The food was quickly demolished by three Kryptonian appetites (and the two humans to a much lesser extent). Everyone was finishing up their last bites when the adults noticed a sour look on Ruby’s face. The teen was not-so-subtly sniffing the air and scrunching her nose. It was very clear that Ruby had caught a whiff of something that did not agree with her.

“Whatcha picking up there, Rubes? Does Kara have another rotting pizza under here bed?” Alex taunted her sister.

“That happened one time!” Kara looked at Lena pleadingly. “I’d only been on Earth a month. How was I supposed to know human food was so perishable?”

Everyone at the table quietly chuckled. Everyone but Ruby, who now looked like she was going to be sick. “It’s not food,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Well, what is it?” Alex asked with a concerned tone.

Ruby locked eyes with Sam and gave her a sideways look. “Seriously mom, you can’t smell that?”

Sam lifted her nose into the air and inhaled. Instantly, a look of complete panic overcame her. She fired a warning glare at her daughter. “Rubes, don’t…”

“Oh, for god’s sake! It reeks like sex in here!” Ruby blurted out.

Reactions to Ruby’s outburst varied.

Kara buried her tomato-red face in her hands.

Alex had a look of complete horror on her face and went non-verbal for the second time that morning.

Sam squeezed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her nose.

Lena’s face turned as red as her girlfriend’s, albeit from laughing hysterically.

Ruby seemed completely oblivious to the reactions around the table and instead pressed her mother further, “How can you not smell that? I mean, I understand that Aunt Kara is completely nose-blind at this point, but mom…we both…you know…super-smell and all that.”

“Yes, honey, I can aware it, but I am tactful enough to not bring it up.” Sam said through clenched teeth as she started rubbing her temples and taking calming breaths.

As Lena’s laughter began to die down, Alex suddenly regained the ability to speak. “Wait, how the hell do you know what sex smells like?” The redhead glared at her teen daughter with outright terror.

Ruby stood and faced her mothers, leveling them with a look that clearly conveyed how much she was questioning their combined intelligence. “Duh, my room is right down the hall from you two. You think I haven’t gotten gassed out every time you two get it on?”

“But how would you know that’s from us having sex? We always turn on the sound dampeners.” Alex genuinely looked perplexed.

Ruby’s mouth gapped open; a look of disbelief stamped on her face. “Yeah, keyword ‘ALWAYS’! That’s the ONLY time you turn them on!”

Sam locked eyes with her wife. A look of realization slowly etched its way across their features. Lena descended into hysterical laughter again as she watched the mothers put the pieces together. Kara emerged from her cocoon of shame with a taunting smile on her face; barley able to contain her own laughter.

Alex abruptly clapped her hands together. “Okay! Time to go! Thanks for the food and the psychological trauma. I’m sure my therapist will be sending you a fruit basket as a thank you.”

“Why are you thanking them? We brought the food,” Ruby queried.

“Not important,” Alex said as she rose from her chair. “Let’s just get this mess cleaned up and we can…”

A blur of motion swept through the dining area and kitchen. Within seconds, the table was cleared, the dishes, mugs, and utensils washed and dried, and all the disposable items thrown in the trash.

“…go,” Alex said as a wisp of her windswept red hair settled on her face. She ran her hand through her hair to clear her face.

Kara, clearly the one responsible for the quick clean up, smiled expectantly at her sister. “Done!” Kara made the intentions clear when she began to usher the Danvers trio towards the door. While Ruby had already made her way to the door, Alex and Sam were forced to quickly grab their keys and purses.

Alex popped her head over Kara’s shoulder in a clumsy attempt to address Lena. “Luthor, you’ve got a shovel talk in your near future.”

The brunette curtly nodded. “Duly noted.”

“And you,” Alex said while pointing at her sister. “Sisters’ Night. Next week. I want the whole story.” The blonde raised a questioning eyebrow. “Okay, maybe just the PG-13 version,” the redhead amended.

Kara smiled warmly and pulled her sister into a tight hug. Once the sisters broke off their embrace, Kara turned to Sam. “You gonna give me a shovel talk too?”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary. If you screw her over, I’ll be the last person you need to worry about,” Sam said as she nodded towards Lena.

Kara turned to face Lena; the brunette leveled a faux-evil smile at the blonde punctuated by a wag of her eyebrows. Kara turned back to Sam. “No doubt,” she chuckled out.

Goodbyes circulated amongst the group as the Danvers clan exited the loft. Kara went to close the door but was abruptly stopped by Alex poking her head back inside. “Hey, next time, maybe give me a heads up that you’re…otherwise engaged before I come over?”

“Maybe try knocking?” Kara replied without hesitating.

“Or a fucking phone call,” Lena coolly followed-up.

“Byyyeee,” Kara said as she gently pushed Alex’s head back through the door opening. The hero quickly shut and locked it once her sister was clear.

Kara turned and sagged against the door, releasing a deep sigh as she squeezed her eyes shut and massaged her temples. The ruffling sound of her “bedroom” curtain being drawn open grabbed her attention and she opened her eyes slowly, the sight of Lena standing next to the foot of her bed earned a scandalous grin from the blonde.

Lena responded with a playful grin in kind. “Well, that was certainly…”

“Wild?” Kara finished.

“I was going to say farcical, but wild works too.” Lena’s lips drift into a tight grin with her girlfriend sporting a similar look. Both share pained looks as they try to keep a tsunami from bursting from their mouths, faces turning red from the effort. It’s a losing battle. Laughter erupts from both women. The surreal absurdity of the last hour quickly bled away as the two laughed so hard they almost fell over. As the minutes pass, their raucous cackling changes to giggles which soon morph into whimpers as they both try to regain their breath. The couple slowly righted themselves and wiped the tears from their eyes.

“I don’t know about you, darling, but I’m famished,” Lena said with a glimmer in her eyes.

Kara looked at her confused. “But we just had breakfast?”

“Well, my girlfriend said she wanted breakfast in bed earlier,” Lena shrugged innocently. “And just thinking about it made me hungry too.” The CEO wet her lips; her fingers dancing playfully with the hem of her pajama top.

An involuntary shudder ran through Kara’s body. “Wouldn’t want to disappoint your girlfriend now, would we?” As if she was sizing her up for a meal, Kara’s eyes swept from Lena’s lips down to her long, pale legs.

“Shall we, Miss Zor-El?”

Kara streaked to Lena and had the brunette hoisted over her shoulder in less than a heartbeat. The brunette let out an excited yelp as the two tumbled gracelessly into bed.

#supercorptober2023 #supercorp #agentreign #ao3 fanfic

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