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wtfsteveharrington · 21 days

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after midnight pt 2 | carmen berzatto x reader

summary: you leave a surprise for carmen at work that lets him know he's been caught watching your content & the aftermath that follows. she/her pronouns used!

contents: perv!carmy, mentions of anxiety, mentions of filming sex tapes, dirty talk, fingering, hand job, oral f receiving, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, doesn't pull out (sorry he's possessive idk what to say). he also has this lil god complex over your other subscribers

word count: 4,587k

author notes: i had to cut a lil out bc otherwise this was getting lllooonngg. thank you for all the love on part one & i hope you enjoy this one too!! <33

part one

Carmen wonders what you think of this mysterious new account that keeps donating to you. Sending you small gifts. It's nothing too large - He's not trying to put himself into debt by any means. But it is his way of cosmically balancing the scale of viewing your content without you knowing.

Sometimes he lets his mind wonder and entertains the idea of filming with you. Letting all these losers who sit alone at night watching you get a glimpse of how good he could treat you. Your knees over his shoulders as he folds you in half, harsh and rough strokes pounding in and out of you. Sometimes you get smart with him - It's the nature of the kitchen. He thinks about you in that position whenever you pop off with some snarky remark. Pinned under him, two fingers in your mouth. "Put that pretty mouth to use for me. There you go, Baby." His fingers sliding in further, causing you to gag around them but you reach up to hold his wrist in place to let you know you're good.

He’d fuck you until you can’t think straight, a moaning mess against his fingers as you’re reduced to coming around his cock with no warning. Orgasm shaking through your body and Carmen would just keep fucking into your sensitive body until he can’t take it anymore.

This becomes his new morning routine. Waking up 20 minutes earlier than he really needs to because he just knows he’ll be hard from dreams of you. It’s a bit of an obsession at this point in all honesty but he can’t help himself. He pictures you laid out against his bed sheets, sleepy and grabbing at any inch of him that you can. You’d just be able to relax and get fucked well to start the morning, he’d do all the work for the two of you.

Any mental space not occupied by the restaurant is fully dedicated to you.

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Carmen’s barely awake when he walks into the restaurant. His eyes still feel so heavy and there's a level of exhaustion that he just can't seem to shake in his bones. He's grunting acknowledgment at the team, doing a double take as he catches you grinning wickedly at the board in front of you. There’s a familiar pang of jealousy - What’s got you so entertained this year? He scoffs at his imaginary man he’s made up that’s vying for your attention as he heads into the office to work on this week’s orders.

Except he’s stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of lingerie he just sent you last week folded neatly in the center of the desk. His heart drops to the bottom pit of his stomach as he steps closer and sees a packing order next to the set - His name and address under the billing information circled in a bright neon pink Sharpie. Carmen knows for a fact that he double, triple checked that this was supposed to be a gift and for his information to be excluded so what the fuck happened?

He’s throwing his jacket over the desk just in case someone walks in before he can take care of this situation but he’s got to get a handle on you first. He’s embarrassed at getting caught. Imagining you must think the worst of him. Trying to justify it by at least he was sending you stuff, right? Cotton boy shorts he thought you’d look so delicate in and lacy pieces of barely there bodysuits he wanted to rip apart and leave stained with his cum.

He's storming over to you now, ignoring the way Richie called out his name to join him for a smoke break. You hear him mutter out a "Okay then, Cousin. I'll just go fuck myself." That Carmen doesn't even acknowledge. All his attention fully focused on you. His words are coming off harsh as his body tries to process all the different emotions coursing through his veins.

"We gotta fuckin' talk."

The words hang heavy in the air and you find yourself entertained with how assertive he’s being.

“Why’s that?” You’re looking up at him doe-eyed and innocent. There’s anxiety practically rolling off of Carmy’s body and you’re gonna get to soothing him in a minute but you’re letting him sweat it out first. You didn’t mind that he saw your videos but you were a little pissed he didn’t bring it up. Half because you could have been putting him knowing to use, half because it did feel a little taboo for your boss to be trying to anonymously send you lingerie.

“Nah, don’t play that shit right now. You know why.” His voice is harsh but you know he’s not angry with you. You can smell the combination of cigarettes and spearmint gum on his tongue with how close he is. His cologne comes into the mix and it’s heavenly in all honesty. He’s embarrassed for getting caught, worried he’s gonna lose one of his best chefs, and worried he’s upset you. Someone’s yelling that they need Carmen to sign for a delivery and your time with him is coming to an end for now.

Normally your hand never dips below his shoulders or the top of his chest. Always friendly, light touches. This time your hand comes up to rest flat against his heart and you can feel it quickly beating. “Carmy - Breathe.” Your eyes don’t leave his as your hand slides down his chest, fingers trailing along the soft cotton of his shirt. Stopping only once you can feel the dip of his hip. “We’re okay. Go handle your restaurant, I’ll talk with you tonight.”

You pat the back of your hand against his hip he’s being called for again, feeling a little dizzy under the intensity of his stare. He’s still nervous, knuckles turning white as he keeps a death grip on the line. “Carmen Berzatto, you’re fine. We’re fine. I promise you, okay?” Finally taking pity on him you give a warm smile, stepping back and breaking eye contact. “Go sign for the clams before we have to change tonight’s special and Sydney kills us.”

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Everyone’s long gone by this point of the night. Tina tried to convince Carmen to go home and get some sleep about twenty minutes ago but he made some excuse about wanting to reorganize the walk-in before tomorrow’s service. Really he’s just counting down the minutes until the two of you are alone. You haven’t been able to talk today - Too many listening ears around for Carmen’s comfort. In your defense, you just minded your business and kept on top of your station.

But God he can’t stop admiring you from across the room. There’s less shame to it now that you know. Still anxiety, yes. But your comforting earlier has him… Hopeful? Hopeful for what he’s not sure.

You catch him staring at one point during dinner service, risking a glance around the kitchen and throwing him a wink before turning back to work and deliberately giving him a small shake of your ass. To anyone else it would probably look like you were just swaying mindlessly. Not to Carmen though. You’re teasing him and it’s working.

Tina’s finally shouting out goodbyes and Carmen’s eyes are trained on watching as you walk towards the office. Any pretend task he was doing is quickly forgotten as he intently follows you. He’s played this situation over in his head a dozen times, even burned himself on the cigarette he forgot he was holding earlier.

He finds you standing by the desk, running your fingers along the edge of it and grinning. “What happened to my present, Carmen?”

“Chucked it in my locker. Couldn’t risk someone findin’ them, you know?” It’s embarrassing enough having to answer to you, he couldn’t imagine trying to explain to the staff (or God forbid his sister) why there’s lingerie with his name on the desk. Carmen’s face is overheated and his heart is pounding. For all the hours he’s spent fantasizing about you, he’s never really considered this conversation until today. Typically he skips right towards fucking you however you’ll let him. But now he’s stuck face to face and trying to figure out how to acknowledge his actions.

"You know I, uh -..." He's sputtering out, trying to figure out just how to defend himself, "You're very, very pretty if that means anything. Fuckin' gorgeous, honestly."

"Did you get off watching me?"

There's no going back now.

"Yeah, I did."

You're grinning at him now, stepping closer and Carmen swears the temperature in the room just went up by ten degrees. He's got his eyes trained on your face for the second time tonight. Hunting out exactly how you're feeling. What he doesn't expect is to feel a feather light touch along the waistband of his pants, nails scratching along his skin as you slide two fingers under the fabric. "Did you think about fucking me? Or did you think about me getting on my knees for you more?"

Carmy's starting to wonder if this is real. Maybe another daydream? For the time being he decides to stay with it though. Trying with all his might to sound as confident as he's mentally done so many times having this part of conversation with you in his head before. "Fucking you. Always thought how much better I'd feel for you than those little toys you use. Sometimes -" He takes a deep breath, straightening his shoulders and trying to build up the confidence to keep this going. He's still not convinced he isn't in some sort of trouble with you. "Sometimes I'd watch you play with your clit. Watch you whine and just knew how badly you needed me to be there."

Your hand slides lower now, fingers pushing through the patch of hair at the base of his cock. Carmen's breathing stops at the touch and you can feel him getting hard under your touch. "Really?" You hum, flattening your hand out and running it down his length. His hips twitch involuntarily as you cup your hand over him, middle finger dragging along his tip. "I've thought about you too, you know? Sometimes you get so fucking pissed off during a rush. I think to myself 'God, he needs to take that anger out' and wonder if fucking me out back would help calm you down. Letting you use me. Sometimes I think you'd walk away after you finish but I know you'd never leave me there all needy and not taken care of, right Carmy?"

He's shaking his head, his heart pounding and he's pretty sure he has never breathed his hard in his life. Labored and uneven while his cock keeps getting hard under your hand. He wants to kiss you, drop to his knees and lick you until you forgive him or decide to take pity and let him fuck you. But instead he settles for showing his need by rocking his hips up against your hand, letting out a broken little groan. "Never would just leave you back there. All I wanna do is - fuck - treat you right. Every night I think about how pretty you must sound begging for me."

You wrap your hand around the base of Carmen's cock, giving him a pleased grin when he fucks himself into your dry fist instantly.

"Do you think you deserve my pussy, Carmy?"

Another jolt of his hips. "No, no I fucking don't."

You lean in, just barely ghosting your lips against his. Carmen has given up all control and allows himself to be fully at your mercy. Your hand pulls back from his cock, sliding out of his pants and he's whining. Shamelessly whining. You're kissing the corner of his mouth, lips traveling down his jaw while you make quick work of unbuttoning your jeans. You grab ahold of his hand, sliding it down the front of your pants and into your underwear. Keeping his hand flat along yours, you use your fingers to navigate his. Rewarding him with a quiet moan right in his ear as the two of you press down against your clit. "I'm so wet for you, Carmy. Been thinking about what you must feel like ever since I caught you watching me." Your hips are rolling down against your hands as you come back up to face him again, bumping your noses together and rewarding him with another moan when Carmen's hand starts to move on its own. Two rough fingers sliding down from your clit to between your folds.

"C'mon, Chef. Want you to fuck me just like you've been dreaming about. Can you be a good boy and do that for me, hmm?"

Something deep in Camren finally snaps and he’s ready to fully earn your praise. One hand comes up to cup the back of your neck and pull you into a deep kiss while the other hand focuses on teasing your clit. His tongue is licking into your mouth at the same time one of his fingers begins to push into you and the combination of sensations is heavenly. You’re moaning into the kiss, both of your hands coming to wrap around his chest so you can begin pressing your fingers into the muscles of his toned back.

He doesn’t let up - Tongue sliding along yours and his fingers messaging the back of your neck while his other hand pulls out of you. You’re whining at the loss as Carmy pulls back, his fingers coming up to lips as he licks you off of them. “Been dreaming about what you taste like.” He looks sinful - Blue eyes staring into your soul as he follows his early fantasy and pops his fingers out of his mouth. Index finger tracing over your bottom lip until you take the hint and let your jaw fall open. Carmen’s fingers slipping in and weighing heavy against your tongue. “Dream about you begging me to come all over this pretty face.”

You start to rub your thighs together as the heat builds in your core, finding yourself getting more desperate as time goes on. Carmen drops to his knees, making quick work of pulling down your jeans and helping you step out of them. He’s making sure you're balanced once again before looking up to realize you’re wearing a pair of the underwear he sent you. Carmy smirks to himself, realizing he’s played right into your little game.

You want to make some cocky remark but suddenly his face is between your thighs and you lose all train of thought. His nose bumps along your covered clit before he licks a strip up the soaked fabric. “Can’t believe how fuckin’ wet you are.” Carmy reaches up to slide the panties down your thighs, taking his time and keeping his eyes looking up at you while he does. You watch as the pair is stuffed into his back pocket and he begins to place open mouth kisses along your inner thigh. Lips exploring closer and closer but always just far enough away from where you need him.

Your hand comes down to lace in his hair, the other one reaching over to try and steady your shaky legs by gripping onto the desk. “Carmy please.” You give his hair a little tug, unsure of his pain tolerance but you’re rewarded with a guttural groan coming from below you.

“Fuck - Pull my hair again.”

So you do, getting a better grip at the base and giving his hair a good pull. You direct his head closer to your center and Carmen lets you until he finds himself buried into your pussy. His tongue lapping over your folds and completing a circuit around your clit before going back down to the base of your hole. He’s moaning your name into you, his hands coming up to grab ahold of your ass. Helping you stay balanced while making sure you can’t get too far away from him.

He’s pretty sure if you say his name again he’s going to come in his pants so he’s putting in as much effort as he can to keep you distracted. Delivered a sharp smack to your ass at the same time he sucks onto your clit. He brings his other hand back between your thighs, tongue still working against your clit while he traces you with his bare fingers.

There’s a finger being pushed into you and you tug on Carmen’s hair once again as he quickly pushes another in, dragging them both along your walls and all he can think is how good you’re going to feel wrapped around his cock. “S’good, Carmy. So fucking good. Jesus Christ.”

Your thighs are clamping around Carmy's head and both of your hands fly to grab a hold of his hair as you feel your orgasm start to build up in your stomach. “Shit! Carmen please!” He doesn’t let up, sucking at your clit while his fingers continue to curl inside of you. No one has been able to make you finish like this before and you’re a mess of gasps and moans and hips jerking involuntarily.

It only takes another minute of him stretching you out and licking you up for your orgasm to hit. A mess of curses and cries falling from your lips as the sensation falls over you. Your legs instantly go weak and Carmen’s quick to grab a hold of your hips to keep you upright.

He’s helping you hop onto the ledge of the desk with a reassuring little “Relax, I got you.” Your thighs are shaking, whole body vibrating and you’re keeping your thighs apart to avoid any pressure on your overstimulated clit. Carmen’s so proud of himself at the sight of you trying to recover. He’s between your knees, pressing down his work pants and his boxers before haphazardly kicking them across the floor. Your eyes drag along his chest, over his tattoos, along the length of him that’s thick and beautiful and ready to be buried inside of you.

His hands find the bottom hem of your shirt, grabbing ahold and pulling it over your head. Your bra follows suit next. Both of your clothing is covering the floor of the office and you can't help but giggle at the mess made in Carmen's otherwise prestigious space. He's letting out a hum of appreciation at the sight of your breasts. Cupping one in each hand and letting his thumb drag across your nipples. "Fuckin' gorgeous. Been wanting to do this for so long."

There's a mouth wrapped around your nipple now, Carmen making quick work of sucking at it. Flicking his tongue across the hard nub. He pulls back, blowing a stream of cool air against your wet skin before switching to your other breast and repeating the process. You get to sit there and savor the feeling, playing with his hair while Carmen takes his time exploring your breasts. When he thinks you're just blissed out enough, he kisses a path up to leave a small hickey onto your soft skin.

You notice, of course you do.

But you don't complain.

Carmen wonders if you'll let him mark you up before you film anymore content. Wonders how many men will realize they don't stand a chance with you anymore and that you belong to him already.

There's another nip being delivered to the skin of your breasts before he comes back up to give you a warm smile.

Carmen’s leaning in to grab ahold of your jaw, kissing you gently while you reach out to grab ahold of him and get rewarded with a moan. Rubbing your thumb across his tip to collect a bit of moisture and lazily jerk him off. He’d be fine with this and nothing else for the rest of the night. Getting you off and finishing wherever you ask him to but he knows that won’t be enough for you. For now he enjoys exploring your mouth. Getting to taste you and he wonders if you’re tasting yourself on his tongue.

You scoot towards the edge of the desk and wrap your free arm around Carmen’s neck. You’re both so hot to the touch. Hearts beating fast, breathing uneven. Needy and unashamed how obsessed with the other you both are. His hands start rubbing up and down your thighs as he gives you a second to recover from your orgasm. He’s got you smiling against his lips as you kiss him, giving a playful nip to his bottom lip. You can’t decide if you want him to use you while you’re still riding the aftershocks or obsessed with how he’s letting you savor the moment.

Once your thighs stop shaking you wrap them around Carmen’s waist, dragging his body closer to yours. He’s chuckling at you, firm hands sliding down to grab at your hips and your ass, whatever he can get a hold of first. “Wanna watch you put me in. You do so good at fucking yourself in your videos, Baby. Wanna see you tease yourself with me instead of those fucking toys.”

You drag the tip of him through your folds, teasing the both of you. Carmy’s giving up every ounce of control in this moment, all given to you. “So big. You’re gonna make me feel so good, Chef.” There’s a sound coming from deep in his chest, “Use my name.” Oh. You nod the best you can while being so close to him, giving a chaste kiss to his lips. “I’m so wet for you, Carmy.”

You’re sliding the length of him between your folds again, tapping his head at your own clit before bringing him to settle right against your hole. Your hand comes around to press on his ass, directing him to push in. It’s hard to tell which sound is coming from who but soon the small office is filled with broken moans as he starts to stretch you out.

His first stroke is slow, both of you adjusting to the sensation. He’s sinking in inch by inch, thinking of whatever bullshit nonsense he can to keep himself from instantly busting when he’s barely even inside of you. His brain is glitching, trying to hold onto this one time he walked in on Fak taking a bubble bath to keep his orgasm at bay but at the same time you’re moaning his name and playing with the hair on the nape of his neck and his balls feel so heavy and heavenly resting against you as he bottoms out and -

“Carmen please, please.” Right, focus.

He’s kissing you once again before rolling his hips. There’s his strong arms wrapping around your torso to keep you in place and you feel so warm and safe and full. You decide maybe Carmy deserves a little more shit soon for not burying himself inside of you the second he found your channel. “Gonna take care of you, Honey. Feel’s so good huh? Been dreaming of you wrapped around my cock and it’s so much better than I could have imagined.”

You nod and feel your body going limp, leaning your head down to rest your forehead on his shoulder while he starts to fuck into you. Each time you press a warm, open mouth kiss to his neck his speed picks up. The lewd slapping sound of his cock sliding into your wet pussy combined with his balls slapping against your ass filling the room. He’s bumping his shoulder up against your head, “Look at me? I wanna see your pretty face.”

It takes all the strength left in your body to pick your head back up, “So much better than when I do it myself, Carm. Needed you so bad, so fucking bad.” He grunts, rewarding your praise with a sharp jerk of his hips as he brings his hand down to toy with your still sensitive clit. Your head falls back at the sensation so Carmen brings his free hand to grab your jaw, tilting your head back to look at him. “Eyes on me.” He wants to make some empty threat that he’ll stop fucking you if you look away again but he can’t even pretend to want to step away from this.

His thumb stays on your clit while we keeps fucking into you at a steady pace. His lips ghosting over yours as you both get closer to falling apart. “You can give me another, Baby. Wanna feel you come around me. You can do that for me, yeah? Wanna be good for me don’t you?” Your nails drag along his back and something about the hiss it draws from his lips and the way his pace sputters at the feeling.

You’re a blubbering mess in all honesty. Any facade from your videos of being cool and collected is long gone as Carmen chases your orgasm. Just whimpering out his name and pleas to the best of your ability until there’s one fateful stroke combined with your clit being brushed against that has you coming undone. Nails dragging into his back and he keeps your head in place to watch as your orgasm plays over your features.

Within seconds you feel him start to pull out of you, presumably for his own release. “Please, Carmy. Wanna feel you fill me up.” Remember how Carmen’s become more religious since he started falling for you? In this moment he truly thinks God made you special just for him.

His lips are crashing into yours, sloppy kisses meant for nothing more than to convey need being shared until you feel his body go stiff. Hips jerking on instinct as he fills you deep with cum. One of the thrusts causes some of the liquid, a combination of the both of you, to push out around the base of his cock and he stores that feeling for later. “Fuck you feel so good like this.”

Carmen’s sensitive and getting soft but he can’t help a few more thrusts into your sloppy pussy. Savoring the way he’s been able to claim you as his. There’s a stray thought that he really does want to film with you one night, keep the camera steady on your pretty body as he defiled it.

He stays buried in you, not quite ready to pull out. Carmen’s analyzing your features from this close - The curve of your nose, how well your lashes frame your eyes, the sleepy little content smile on your lips. He’s fascinated by you. The feeling is mutual as you trace over his tattoos, rolling your shoulders back to help relax your body.

The two of you stay like that for a while, both just soaking the other in. You finally look up from his chest to give him a sheepish girl, leaning in to press a kiss against his lips. “So - Better than what you imagined?”

Carmen’s laughing, the sound rumbling through his chest and warming up your heart. He looks lighter than he did when he confronted you this morning, a sparkle in his eye even. “Holy fuck, so much better.” You get another kiss from him after the admission, his hands coming down to grip at your ass. “Let's get you cleaned up and I’m bringing you back to my place for the night, yeah?”

It’s your turn to grin, nodding enthusiastically and giving his bicep a squeeze. “Yes, Chef.”

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reysdriver · 1 year

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Keeping Secrets | P.P.

Your boyfriend Peter shows up at your window in the middle of the night and asks for your help — peter x gn!reader angst with happy ending

warnings: blood, injury, angst

words: 1.2k

It was almost 1 o'clock in the morning, and you were still working on a report for school. You were sitting on your bed with your laptop on your legs, and you were starting to get tired. You were just about to put away all of your work and go to sleep, but then you felt your phone vibrating against your leg.

You picked it up, and saw that it was your boyfriend, Peter Parker, trying to call you.

You were confused as to why he was trying to call you this late, and then a scary thought poked itself into your exhausted mind that it was an emergency, so you answered the call.

"Hey, Peter, what's up? Are you alright?"

His voice sounded pained as he answered. "Yeah, I'm good."

"So why are you calling me at one in the morning?"

"Umm," he hesitated. "I need to drop by your place for something really quickly."

"Babe, it's really late and I was just about to go to sleep. I don't-"

"I'm out on the fire escape right now. I just need your first aid kit and maybe a place to crash for the night."

"What?" You mumble, standing up and going to look out your window.

Sure enough, your boyfriend was on the fire escape of your apartment, right outside your window. You quickly raised the bottom pane of your window, letting him come into your bedroom. As he passes you and sits on your floor, leaning against your bed, your eyes scan the injuries, blood, and bruises all over his body and face.

"Oh my god, Peter, what happened to you?" You asked him, sounding slightly out of breath due to your surprise and the fact that you haven't spoken in hours.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." He said, obviously avoiding your question.

"Don't worry about you?!" You almost shouted, but caught yourself and started whisper-yelling so your family wouldn't wake up.

"Yeah, like I said, (y/n/n), I just need your first aid kit and a place to sleep."

"No, you need to tell me what's going on right now." You demanded in a still hushed, but firm tone.

"I just need to clean myself up so nothing gets infected. I would go home but Aunt May can't know about this, and her night shift just ended, so she should be back home at any minute."

He stood up from your bed and headed towards your bedroom door. You quickly rushed in front of him and told him to stay.

"No, I'll get it. Just stay here for a second." You told him, heading out to your bathroom to find any first aid supplies you could find.

After a minute, you came back to your bedroom with your arms full of bandages and other medical supplies. When you walked in, quietly closing the door behind you, you found your boyfriend lying down on the ground against the footboard of your bed.

"Hey, you're back." He said in a hushed tone. "I didn't want to get blood on your bed, so I just sat on the floor."

"Thanks." You mumbled, crouching down next to him. "Arms up."

Peter brought his arms up over his head and you pulled off his dirtied shirt, placing it beside you both.

"Holy-" You gasped lightly as you saw the amount of small wounds and bruises that were covered before. You had seen him injured before—he's a clumsy kid who likes to skate, so of course—but never like this.

A thousand different thoughts raced through your head on how this all happened, but you weren't going to ask if he wasn't going to tell you and answer.

Pushing away the thoughts you now deemed irrelevant, you went back to helping him. You poured some rubbing alcohol onto a washcloth and started dabbing it onto his cuts.

As you cleaned his wounds, he thanked you multiple times, and you ignored him every single time.

As you rubbed over a particular cut of his, he winced, then quickly explained that it was just because a lot of alcohol soaked into his skin at once.

"Oh, now you'll explain why you're in pain?" You muttered under your breath in annoyance.

"What?" He asked, looking up into your eyes.

"Nothing." You brushed him off, without stopping the cleaning of the injuries on his chest. "I just don't get why you won't tell me what happened to you."

"I told you not to worry about me." He said, gently placing a finger on your jaw.

You brushed his finger away from you, and argued back, careful not to speak too loudly.

"But I am going to worry about you because you're my boyfriend! And my boyfriend shows up outside my window in the middle of the night, covered in blood and he tells me it's nothing? Of course I'm going to be upset over that!"

"Just trust me when I say there's a reason I can't tell you what's going on, okay?" Peter said.

"No, I'm not going to do that." You said, your eyes filling up with tears. "I'm going to help clean you up so you don't die, I'll give you a place to sleep, but I'm sleeping on the chair and I want you gone by tomorrow morning."

Wanting to dry your tears and hide your vulnerable face from the boy sitting in front of you, you stood up, trying to escape the situation. You felt Peter's familiar hand grab your wrist, stopping you from leaving him.

"(y/n), please just stay." He said with a sigh.

"No, Peter, unless it's you explaining everything, I don't want to talk right now."

"(y/n), I'm Spider-Man." He confessed.

You turned around and he let go of your hand. "What?" You asked him.

"Hand me my backpack." He said, pointing to the constantly-ripped bag that he dropped by your window. You picked it up and handed it to him.

He unzipped the second zipper on his bag and pulled out the red and blue suit that you, and about half of New York, had seen online and in some police reports on the news.

"I'm Spider-Man. I go around stopping criminals and helping good people, and I just got in a fight trying to take down some guys who were trying to rob a jewelry store a few blocks away."

"So you're not in the mob or some secret fight club?" You asked, drying your tears with the end of your sleeves.

"No, of course not." He said as you crouched down next to him again.

"Good." You said, kissing his forehead. "But don't ever lie to me again or I promise I'm going to leave you out on the fire escape next time you call me."

"Deal." Peter said, a new smile gracing your face.

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triptuckers · 2 years

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Cabin three - Percy Jackson

Request: nope Pairing: Percy Jackson x Apollo!reader Summary: You're late for archery class, and the entire camp immediately assumes you're missing Warnings: like one swear word Word count: 1k A/N: yes I know Jason, Frank, and Hazel are at camp Jupiter but I wanted to include them so I did <3

Leo hadn't seen the camp in such a state since the last time a group of campers came back from a quest. Normally, it's not this chaotic. But today people are running around, exchanging nervous glances.

His fellow campers were just as anxious as Leo was. You'd think things like this happened often in a camp that was almost always being threatened in some sort of way.

But despite how small this may seem, it surely felt bigger than that.

A demigod was missing.

There wasn't even some pissed off god threatening the camp. Or an army marching toward New York. No other campers were on a quest.

In fact, the summer had been considered a quiet one - as fas as that could go for camp half-blood.

But when you didn't show up to archery class, people started to get worried.

You'd been around longer than most of the campers. Everyone knew there was no way you'd leave without telling anyone. Even if something was wrong, you would tell someone, right?

Leo had noticed you were acting differently since he arrived at camp two weeks ago. Something about your behaviour had changed, though he couldn't place what exactly. Whatever was going on, they needed to find you. Fast.

Being one of the older campers, people tended to trust you. Most of the new campers felt comfortable and safe around you, which led to you giving most of the tours and the younger kids coming to you with their issues if they didn't want to go to their cabin's head counselor or Chiron.

So naturally people started to worry when you didn't show up. Especially since you loved teaching the younger campers archery basics.

Leo is tapping an irregular pattern on his leg as he's walking. It's hard for him to stay still, and it's even harder when he's anxious. Leo makes his way towards the cabins, hoping to find some more people who could help him find you.

Upon arriving at the first cabin, he spots Jason and Frank.

Leo jogs the last bit to catch up.

'Hey, guys, any sign of her yet?' he says.

Jason shakes his head. 'We were just about to see if Percy can help with the search as well.' he says.

'I'll join.' says Leo.

Together they head over to cabin three, and knock on the door.

It takes Percy a while to open the door. When he finally does, it is obvious he just woke up.

He's wearing a pair of sweatpants, an old shirt that exposes part of his stomach, and his hair is a mess. Percy rubs his eyes, leaning against the doorframe.

'Yeah?' he says sleepily.

'Percy, we need your help.' says Leo. 'Y/N is missing and we can't find her anywhere.'

Percy frowns, running a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. 'Y/N is not missing.' he says.

'Yes, she is, I just told you can't find her anywhere.' says Leo.

'No, Leo, she's not missing.' says Percy, stepping aside. 'She's right here.'

Leo, Jason and Frank peer inside, and see you fast asleep, curled up in Percy's bed.

Before any of them can speak up, Percy is walking up to you, lightly nudging your shoulder.

'Y/N/N? Hey, wake up. Y/N?'

You stir softly, still half asleep. You mumble something Percy can't hear well.

'Hey, baby, you're supposed to give archery class, remember?' says Percy softly.

'What time is it?' you say, your face still hidden underneath the covers.

'Almost nine. Class started about an hour ago.' says Percy.

Your eyes fly open. 'Oh, fuck.'

You quickly get up, nearly knocking Percy over in your haste to get ready. You absently wave at the three boys in the doorway as you make your way to the bathroom to get dressed.

A few minutes later, you emerge again, looking around Percy's cabin.

'Percy, have you seen my-'

You cut yourself off when you see Percy smiling down at you, holding your boots in front of you.

'-boots.' you say. 'Thank you.'

You sit don on the edge of the bed to put them on.

'Meet you at lunch?' you say and Percy nods.

You smile at him and kiss his cheek. 'See you later!'

Leo, Jason and Frank all look at you with dumbstruck looks on their faces as you move past them. They seem to be too busy thinking about what they just saw to be able to move.

'Morning boys.' you say. 'I don't suppose any of you thought about bringing my bow and quiver? No? I'll get them. Frank if you want to sit in on this class you gotta hurry.'

You reach the archery fields a couple of minutes later. You apologise to the class, who seemed to have found the bows and quivers by themselves. You had to admit, they weren't doing a bad job. It appears you've taught them well.

Since you arrived late, you let them practise on their own for a while, helping out wherever you can. After they've all gone to their next class, you put the bows away and collect the arrows.

You spend some time shooting a few arrows of your own when you catch movement out of the corner of your eye.

Percy has joined you to watch you shoot. After a few bullseye shots, you teach Percy how to shoot. Or rather, you try to.

It's clear that his skills lie with sword fighting, not a bow.

When it's almost lunchtime, the two of you head over to the dining pavilion. You avoid being bombarded with questions by Leo, Jason, Frank, Annabeth, Hazel and Piper by going straight to your cabin's table.

You'd deal with their questions about you and Percy after you've had something to eat. You're glad you've avoided them, so you can have lunch in peace.

You sit down at the Apollo table, ready to dig in to your lunch.

'So, Y/N.' says Will. 'You and Percy, huh?

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Max/Marit

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1-ker0sene-1 · 4 months

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HEAR ME OUT.

Being therapy FWB with Simon "Ghost" Riley

(Wheelchair User Reader)

MDNI, mention of Nsfw and oral

Meeting

You two probably meet in the lobby waiting for your therapy appointments. Just staring eachother down equally perturbed at each other's appearance.

You'll end up gravitating to him for a clear reason. There's not an ounce of pity in his eyes, you don't have to tell him not to help you. You don't have to argue your independence of your disability.

Simon gravitates towards you for another simple reason. You're not afraid, or even weary of his appearance. Despite the mask, the dark smudges around his eyes. Looming stature. Not at all. In fact he's pretty sure you made a fucking joke about it on day one- "What's with skull boy over there-?" he heard you mutter with a snort.

You two probably stare and share glances for a week or so before even talking to eachother. And it's 100% you both complaining about your therapist.

That poor therapist nails everything right about the both of you and it makes the two livid.

So livid that you end up drinking at a bar ranting back and forth about her.

That's the first night you sleep together. It's messy. Rough, stumbling in through your apartment door Simon is already lifting you out of your wheelchair. Adjusting your weakened legs around his waist himself. He's rough with you, you are just as rough with him. He doesn't treat you like glass and you love it.

You both wake up sore and hungover, yet not an ounce of regret.

"At least I don't have to worry about walking-" you joke. God he's trying to hide his chuckle in the crook of your neck.

FWB or Dating?

It turns into a regular thing, a rough therapy session? He needs you and he will devour you.

You have a rough session? You're pulling him in through the doorway of your apartment, ripping off that balaclava and smashing your lips together. Time to fuck it out of you.

Yes you've seen his face

No you don't care about the scars. You'll kiss each one.

It's around the 5th time he stays over that he's actually looking around the apartment. And this man is not happy.

It's barely accessible for you?? This is your place??

He's calling the landlord. No don't ask where he got the number- "don't worry about it doll."

If the landlord won't do anything, he will. He'll get the tools and adjust things for you. Talking lower shelves, smoother ramps, an open shower. Full Reno.

Oh no you can't stay at the apartment when Reno is going on? Perfect. Stay at his place.

He definitely didn't make it accessible and ready for you the week before.

You two never talk about the bounds of what you are. Neither of you know. Neither of you really care to know either. You care about eachother that's it. Or at least that's all that you two will admit.

You definitely laugh at his dad jokes, so hard. Like nearly fall out of your chair hard.

He looks up more cause he loves your laugh.

Simon knows you hate people interjecting and "helping" you when you don't need it. His solution? Just be with you. "She's got it." One stern glance and sharp words and they leave you alone.

The height difference goes crazy cause you're sitting, he either takes a knee. Or leans over you completely, palms on your armrests and neck craned to look down at you. "What do you need love?"

Meeting 141

Biggest mistake he's made.

Dear god

You and Soap will not stop talking about every little stupid thing Ghost has done.

They're a little surprised, as much as you seem capable. The infamous "Ghost" silently and broodingly doting over you is still quite a sight to see.

He's opening your beers. You don't even have to ask, just holding it in his direction.

Holding your wallet for you while you push your chair.

This man has and will hold purses for you.

All while standing there looking like a confused brick wall.

Watching Soap flirt with you is a nightmare, he's holding his beer so tight he feels like the glass is going to shatter any second.

You're gorgeous and he knows it. So every sweet glance from Gaz. Every honey glazed compliment from Soap. Fuck even Price looked over you with warm eyes. It drives him absolutely insane.

He can't wait to go back to base and spar them. Throw their asses on the mat so hard it knocks the memory of your face from their heads.

And you're not getting off easy either. Getting back to the apartment? He's going to eat you out over and over, orgasm after orgasm until you're crumbling and sobbing.

"That's my doll.."

"Johnny can't do this to you."

"Gaz can't do this to you."

"Price can't do this to you."

"Just me love."

Practically Married

Everybody can see the love you two have for eachother.

Everybody except you two.

Domestic life between you guys is tooth rottingly sweet.

It's not only him helping you. You've eased Simon through countless breakdowns, nightmares, moments of coldness.

There's times coming back from missions where he can't shake "Ghost". He's cold. Stern. Far from the warmth of Simon. But you can bring him back. You always do.

Despite knowing your independence he really loves taking care of you too.

Getting to bathe you himself. It's a heavenly experience to him. He gets to explore every inch of your skin.

He will never admit how much he adores brushing and taking care of your hair.

You wash and take care of all his masks, stitching them back up when they get torn or broken.

You guys can literally go like this for years and still tell people you aren't dating.

As if you aren't fiercely loyal and protective of eachother.

As if Simon wouldn't kill or be killed for you.

But no he's definitely not in love.

Maybe one day you two will figure it out

{Hope you enjoyed these little headcanons! Feel free to ask for any one shots, scenario requests, and ideas! ♥️}

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rosemaryfollows · 20 days

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Hello! I don't know if your request still open butttt

I was wondering if you could do Lucifer + daughter!reader?

Where the reader went missing--but not actually missing at all. She was kidnapped by Adam, who wanted to anger Lucifer. Adam had brainwashed her into believing that she was born in heaven, and that Adam, not Lucifer, was her father. The scene where two were fighting and Adam suddenly said like, "Your second b!tch daughter can't even remember you!" At that moment, she appeared beside Adam as if he were her father

(ignore this if you don't like this idea ^^)

𝘔𝘺 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 [part 1.]

|| synopsis: Lucifer has an eldest daughter who he lost in one of the exterminations, or at least he thinks so... ||

|| word count: 1.2k || || note: this idea,,, I need this in a 12 part series, a chapter book,,, its so yummy ||

Extermination.. Lucifer hated that word, he hated the whole ordeal, heaven coming down and slaughtering his people, his daughters people.. His only, daughter. He had lost too much to the exterminations, the first daughter of hell, the true heir to his throne. He never thought he’d lose his daughter in an extermination. That was when he made the rule that he and his family were to be off limits.

He had raged, swearing to heaven that he would burn everything to the ground for taking his sweet daughter away, for killing his offspring. But his anger went unheard, dismissed and forgotten about. Besides, in a technical way, you were perfectly fine, in fact, Adam had been instructed to take you! Heaven believed you were an angel, and deserved to be in heaven with the rest of the angels. That's what Lute was told, anyway.

You had lived your best life so far, up in Heaven with your father, Adam. Everyday had been a party and a happy day, you bared little to no resemblance to your father, but he informed you that it was..

"All Gods plan! Or some shit.."

You never really understood that saying, you never really understood Heaven either.. One mistake and you're not allowed in? How cruel was that! Though plenty of new folk showed up everyday, so you figured the mistake had to be pretty big. You'd have many women to call mother over the years of you growing up, all the women Adam brought home. But none of them compared to your father in your eyes, he was your favorite man ever.

The nights he would wake up and comfort you from the nightmares you had about a 'very red place' and a 'blond man with clown cheeks'.. He told you these were just nightmares, and that every angel has them at some point in their life!

That was a lie.

You having dreams about your previous home was no good, Adam tried his best to clear them from your mind, taking you out on little 'Daddy/Daughter Dates', as he called them, all throughout Heaven, showing you the sights, letting you meet his right hand, Lute, and sometimes if you were lucky, he would let you sit in on the practices he held!

He never really explained what was they were practicing for, and you had been kept away from fighting all your life, so he had convinced you it was some kind of dance. Occasionally, you'd see yellow spill from one of your fellow angels, and like the darling you were, you would be right beside whomever was hurt, patching them up with a happy little smile.

As you grew older, horns to match your mothers had started to grow, and your blond hair only got longer and longer. The first morning your horns had appeared, you were just a child. In fear of 'the devil' confusing you for one of his demons, you tried your hardest to get rid of them without waking your father, but of course, your little sobs could be as quiet as can be and he would wake up. He was your father after all.

When he found you trying to snip off your horns with a pair of kitchen scissors, gold blood all over your precious little face, he felt a true pang in his heart for once. The little face he had grown to actually adore and care for was twisted in such a painful manner, and he felt guilt for once in his life. He would scoop you up into his arms, immediately disposing of the scissors and holding your little shaking and sobbing body close to his chest.

He explained that you were just born this way, and that no one would ever try and take you away from him, and he would never let anyone try. You felt a little better after that, but people in Heaven stared longer than they should have, and people whispered. The horns atop your head where akin to Lilith. You had no clue who that even was, so being compared to her made you confused.

As the years had passed, you kept your hair long, and tried your best to move past hating your horns, besides! You were Adams' daughter! Why should you have to worry? Your dad was the greatest man from Earth! He started all of human life itself! So why are you so worried? What was this pit in your stomach every time your father looked at you for just a little too long, staring past your eyes, looking at something you couldn't see..

Though the pit seemed to swallow you up as you overheard your father one day with your Auntie Sera..

'Extermination.'

That's the word they used, the reason for all that training you had seen as a child, the reason your father had been gone for one day a year. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest and you fell through the door you had been eavesdropping through. Tears streaking down your face as you made your way to your father, clinging to him, begging him desperately not to go anymore, that it wasn't safe, that you were scared for him. The frantic look in your eyes struck a chord with him as he looked down at you, then at Sera with an, 'oh shit' look on his face.

After the two had you calmed, they explained why the extermination had to happen. This only made you panic more.

"They want to hurt us?! Why? We haven't done anything to them!"

You'd try and argue, but Sera would silence your quickly.

"It is the deal we made with Lucifer. This deal was made a very, very long time ago. It is just to protect Heaven and keep Hell at bay. The sinners in Hell are ruthless, especially in the pride ring."

But still you looked at your father, your halo-less head being the only thing he could really look at in the moment. And much like Adam in a moment of panic..

"Why don't you join me this year! I'll even move the next one up by six months..."

Sera almost immediately went to interject, but you spoke faster, agreeing with your father instantly. Besides, you loved spending time with your father. Over the next few weeks, you had been invited to more of the training, and more of the meetings with Lute. You stayed close to you father, and were relatively silent as well. Though you felt better with this decision now that you could stay by your fathers side throughout it.

But something shifted, Adam seemed more and more angry in the days leading up to the extermination, he even got a little snappy with you a few times. But he did apologize and tell you just how stressed out his had been, and you listened whole heartedly. You hated seeing your father like this, disheveled and worn down over some sinners. That's what he called the people of Hell anyway, and the 'winners' were in Heaven. It made sense to you, but others found it kind of stupid.

The day of the extermination, you waited right next to your father with bated breath, hearing him give his little speech and watching the portal into a hot, red place...

|| note: hehe now you guys have to wait for part 2 mainly bc this is getting a little lengthy. ||

|| note: 🇮🇫 🇾🇴🇺 🇱🇮🇰🇪 🇲🇾 🇨🇴🇳🇹🇪🇳🇹, 🇧🇪 🇸🇺🇷🇪 🇹🇴 🇱🇮🇰🇪 🇦🇳🇩 🇷🇪🇧🇱🇴🇬!! <3 ||

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Someday We’ll Be Together

Chapter 13: Good Morning

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October 1, 2021

*narrated*

y/n's mom was sitting at the kitchen island drinking her morning coffee. her husband, y/n's dad, was mowing the lawn outside so she was content with the quietness.

until it startled her. it was 10:30 am, and there was no sign of y/n.

usually she would have come down by now to get breakfast before heading back up to her room.

y/n's parents had gotten home so late last night that they went straight to bed without checking on y/n. they knew she had gotten home alright and since her bedroom door was closed they figured that she was asleep.

she stood up from the island, put her empty coffee cup in the sink, and made her way up the stairs.

once she got to her door she thought about knocking, but didn't want to wake her up if she was still asleep.

when she opened the door she gasped at the sight as her eyes went wide, and her open mouth turned into a wide grin.

what did she see?

y/n asleep on joe's chest, the covers had found their place just bellow their mid drifts so the fact that joe's arms were wrapped around y/n's waist was visible.

they definitely made up, y/n's mom thought.

(joe's pov)

when i woke up, the first thing my eyes landed on was y/n's mom standing in the doorway.

"so last night went well?" - your mom smiled

i nodded and placed a kiss on y/n's forehead, in response she cuddled deeper into my chest.

"awww." - your mom

"i asked to come over as soon as i got home. she said yes, thank god. i apologized, explained how i freaked out and didn't actually want to make lexie jealous. one thing led to another and i told her i was in love with her, she told me she felt the same way. we kissed. then we fell asleep cuddling." - joe

"so.. are you guys dating?" - your mom

"not yet. we're going on a date tonight and i'm gonna ask her to be my girlfriend then." - joe

"i'm so happy for you guys. does anyone else know?" - your mom

"just you." - joe smiled

"well i'm glad i'm the first to know, i'd say i was wingman for both of you." - your mom

"that's for sure." - joe

"y/m/n, where are my headphones?!" - your dad

y/n's mom shushed him, and he was confused to why until she pointed to y/n and i.

"well damn. you guys together?" - your dad

"not yet. we confessed to each other last night, i'd say we'll be able to say we're dating after our date tonight. i've already got a plan." - joe

"sounds good. i'm really glad it's you, joe. you make her really happy and i know you'll treat her right." - your dad

"that means a lot. she makes me really really happy as well." - joe

"i mean look at you. you can't wipe the smile off your face." - your dad laughed

a nervous laugh escaped my lips and i panicked when y/n started stirring. her eyes opened and when the first thing she saw was me, a huge smile graced her lips.

"good morning, joey." - you kissed joe

"morning, honey." - joe

"i can't! you guys are so cute!" - your mom

y/n's back was to the door so when she heard her mom's voice she shot up in bed, startled.

"mom! dad! what the hell?! go!" - you

"we were just checking on you!" - your mom

"you guys are so weird!" - you

"we're leaving! we're leaving!" - your mom

she was shutting the door, but paused when it was cracked.

"you guys are adorable." - your mom

"go!" - you

when the door was finally shut, i started laughing while y/n glared at me.

"what?" - joe

"don't encourage them." - you

"i wasn't! i think it's sweet that they're supportive of us." - joe

"sure, but watching us sleep is a little weird! don't you think?" - you

"it's because we're cuddling. they haven't seen us do that, they're in shock." - joe

"maybe, but i don't want an audience every time i hold you." - you

i knew she was being serious, and was genuinely annoyed, but hearing those words leave her mouth made me blush.

she quickly noticed my cheeks changing color and laid back down to pull me closer to her. my head laid on her chest as she ran her hand through my hair.

"you have no idea how long i've wanted to do this." - you kissed his forehead

"i love this, but it's kinda weird for me." - joe

"how so?" - you

"i'm sorry to bring her up, but when i was with lexie she'd throw a fit if i did anything remotely touchy. she made me sleep on the couch once because i tried to spoon her. we aren't even officially together and you've already pulled me onto your chest, and you're playing with my hair. it's a really nice change and i'm loving every second of this." - joe

"i'm gonna make it my mission to heal you from all the wounds she left you with. as long as you're with me, i promise to do everything in my power to show you that she was the problem and not you." - you

i wanted to say more but the only thing i managed to choke out was "thank you."

"don't thank me, joe. it's how you deserve to be treated. never be afraid to be touchy okay?" - you

nodding my head in her chest, she wrapped an arm around my shoulders to hold me tighter.

"so, you're taking me on a date today?" - you

"oh shit, yeah! i need to get all the supplies and everything ready, so i'm probably going to have to leave in an hour or so." - joe

"as much as i'm looking forward to our date, i don't want you to leave." - you squeezed him

"i know, baby." - joe

the pet name was said without thinking, and how y/n tensed up told me it was too early for that.

"what did you say?" - you

"uhh.. i know?" - joe

"after that." - you

"baby." - joe

"call me that again." - you

i lifted my head off her chest to see what her facial expression was, and to my surprise she was grinning.

"you look beautiful, baby." - joe smiled

her smile got wider and i watched her gaze flick from my eyes to my lips before she crashed her lips onto mine.

every time i thought the kiss was going to disengage, it didn't. we kept kissing and it kept getting more and more intense. using one arm to lift myself up, my other arm looped around her waist till i flipped us.

now she was straddling me, and showed no intention of stopping the kiss.

"y/n-" - joe attempted to pull away

"what?" - you searched his eyes for a reason why he stopped

"we gotta stop now." - joe

"why?" - you

"because if we don't, i won't be able to stop myself." - joe

"what's wrong with that." - you leaned in to kiss him.

she was only met with my hand on her lips. she kissed my fingers anyways before taking my hand in hers.

"i want our first time to be special. the last thing i want is to rush into the physical part of our relationship and not be able to savor it." - joe

"i really respect that, joe. there aren't many guys like that anymore, and i find it sweet that you want to form a strong emotional bond first. it shows that you want me for me." - you

"those are my exact intentions, honey." - joe pecked your lips

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authors note: cute little fluff chapter the morning after the confessions 🫶

hope you enjoyed! ❤️

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mydarllinglover · 9 months

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Alone || Burning Down

Natalia wiped the steam away from the shower door, as the water dripped to a stop. She then moved towards the mirror, using her arm to clear her reflection. She looked younger, more gentle, no scars were along her face, she didn't have that permanent frown that Daryl used to point out, her hair was long, and straight.

Natalia took in the few moments of quiet before getting out, wrapping an towel around her.

She left the bathroom, letting the heat follow her, moving towards her bedroom, but when she opened the door, it was Harry's office.

He was sat at his computer, Winnie was on her lap, playing with his phone.

"Finally, she's been screaming her head off for you, you haven't heard her?" were the first words that fell out his mouth.

"Harry?" Natalia spoke in a hushed whisper.

"Lia, take Willow." He held the two year old up for her to take, which she did, running a hand over her curls, kissing her cheeks, she couldn't help that her eyes had teared up.

"You're... you..."

"You okay, what have I told you about having those showers so damn hot?"

"I'm... I'm fine, great, I'm great." She held Winnie tighter to her, the little girl snuggled up, rubbing her nose along Natalia's cheek.

"Lia, I- I got a lot of work to do, here. You mind making a sandwich or something? I'm starving."

"Y-yeah, of course, of course I will, sure." She smiled, walking away. "Winnie, my waterlily, my special little flower." Natalia murmured to the girl, as they headed towards the kitchen.

The two year old giggled in glee, like she always did, when Natalia said that.

"You're alive." She spoke in a sing song voice, "And so is your daddy, none of this makes sense, but you're not dead... or maybe I'm dead, is mommy dead, Winnie, my waterlily? Is Mommy dead?"

"Mama dead." She babbled. "Mama dead! Mama dead!"

"Ookay. That was a mistake, should we make Daddy his sandwich, yeah? So he can shut up and be a decent person for once in his life?"

Natalia hesitated before she opened the door, Winnie on her hip, plate in her hand.

"Harry, I have your- OH GOD! Oh, oh my god!" She screamed.

There he was, Harry, 'cept it was dead Harry, he was devouring Winnie, ripping her apart as her blood spouted everywhere, and all she could do was scream and cry, crying out for her mama.

Natalia stared wide-eyed, this couldn't be, Winnie was on her hip, but when she glanced, the girl was gone from her side, she was in fact in pieces.

"Harry! Stop it, please! Stop it, please!" Natalia begged. "Our daughter, that's our baby, just stop!"

She went to pull him off, but that's when he turned on her, snapping his jaws at her, trying to take a bite, and when he did, her instinct kicked in, she smashed the plate down on his head, shattering it, then she reached for the lamp, hitting him hard, over and over and over, until he went limp, his head split open and his brain poured all over the floor and their daughter.

"Winnie! Willow! Hey, baby, hi, baby, speak to me... speak to me, baby, you're gonna be okay." She weeped.

But It was too late, she was dead, bleeding out with her flesh torn, cut open and chewed, it was too late.

Natalia opened her eyes, she was in the shower, again. She turned off the water, got out and wrapped an towel around herself, she checked her reflection quickly, still young, then left, heading for that room once again. She burst through the door, startling Harry and Winnie, they were alive, again.

"But- you- I just- but... it doesn't make sense." She rambled.

"Lia, just take the kid, will you, I'm busy. When's lunch ready, I'm starving"

"Nat... I'm so sorry, baby... I'm sorry, she did this to you." Such a familiar voice spoke, but it sounded so far away, like it was coming from above, like it was God himself.

"Daryl?" She whispered.

"You gotta fight, you fight and you wake up, you can't die, and I ain't gonna let you die."

"Daryl!"

"What the hell are you going on about?" Harry asked her. "Who's Daryl?"

"Oh- no one, he's no one. just some guy at the shop, he- uh- was real piece of work. Sorry, lunch." She grabbed Winnie, quickly fleeing the room, and instead of making his request, she sat in the living room, she sat in the living room unmoving, and she didn't plan on it, either, he couldn't hurt her if they stayed there.

That's when she had disappeared, it was like Natalia had blinked, and she had disappeared.

"Mama! Mama!" Winnie screamed loudly, all the way from upstairs.

"No! Not again, no!" She screeched, sprinting up, towards Harry's office.

She threw the door open, and there he was, chewing on her intestines as she cried for her mother.

Natalia opened her eyes, she was back in the shower, she turned off the water, sitting on the toilet seat as she thought about what to do, how did she get out of this hell, because this was hell, she was in hell, she had died and was now in hell.

She stood up, opening the drawer and grabbing a pair of scissors, leaving the bathroom, she opened the office door and jammed the scissors into Harry's skull, before he even got the chance to speak, she did it a few times, to make sure that he was dead, then she took Willow and went downstairs, sitting on the couch, he was dead, so he couldn't kill her.

"If you're tryna scar your kid for life, you're doing a mighty fine job of it." A booming Texan voice laughed.

Natalia looked up, Abraham Ford was sat on her couch, opposite her.

"Abraham?" She asked, "You're- you're alive?"

"Last time I checked." He chuckled, looking at his arms.

"But- but how? I watched you die? You're in hell?"

"You think we're in hell?" Glenn had appeared next to the red head.

"Glenn?!" She gasped.

"You never told us you had a kid." He smiled, looking at Willow.

"I- I have five." She admitted.

"You and the guy upstairs, so you were busy busy, before all this shit." Abraham joked.

"No, no, me and Daryl, we have kids."

"Heyho, and I didn't think the man had the chops in him." Abraham grinned, delightfully. "Only been pining over you that whole time, finally got some."

"You- you and Daryl? But you guys never had kids." Glenn furrowed his brows. "I mean, you have Evie, but she's not Daryl's."

"No, no we have twins, twin girls, and a baby boy."

"Not anymore, you don't." Abraham told her, staring ahead.

"Abraham!" Sasha walked into the room, sitting on the arm of the chair, cuddling into the man. "You're gonna scare her."

"She's a big girl, she can handle the truth." He told the woman.

"Just ignore them." Glenn told her. "Maggie, is she okay?"

"Maggie- she's. She had a boy, you have a son, Glenn, Hershel." Natalia told him.

He smiled to himself, looking down in thought.

"She tried so hard, for you, she fought for your vengeance."

"But she's not dead." He looked at her.

"I- No, she's not, but I haven't seen her in years, we both left, we left Alexandria, and she left The Hilltop, she joined a different community, we haven't heard from her for a long time." She admitted.

"She's gone, again." Abraham spoke up, pointing at her lap, where Winnie was missing from.

"What? But she- No!" She jumped from the couch, running up the stairs, she threw the door open and Harry, who had been dead was once again, ripping Winnie apart. "You were dead! I killed you!" She screamed, as he pulled him off of their daughter.

Natalia opened her eyes, she punched the bathroom wall, as she let herself cry, why was she back here?

She turned the water off, wrapped the towel around her and grabbed the scissors again, leaving the bathroom.

She took a deep breath before she entered the office, it had to work, he couldn't hurt her, if she beat him to it.

Natalia stabbed the scissors into Willow's skull, killing her.

"What the hell?!" Harry twisted to look at her. "What did you do? What did you fucking do?! Natalia, why did you do that?!" He screamed at her. "Winnie... Winnie, baby, it's Daddy, just open your eyes, please, baby, just open your eyes. What the fuck is wrong with you?" He turned back on the woman, after attempting to shake the toddler awake.

"You can't hurt her, now, you can't hurt her, because I beat you to it. It's over." She dropped the scissors, leaving the room.

Natalia opened her eyes, she was back in the shower.

"What do you want from me?!" She shouted. "What am I supposed to do? Just tell me what I'm supposed to do, please! What do I do, what do I do, just, what do I do?"

Natalia got out the shower, wrapped the towel around her, and proceeded to walk to the other room, her old bedroom, she got dressed, and ignored the office, if she stayed away, they couldn't get to her, that's what she thought, at least.

But, when she closed the closet door, there they were, on the floor, he ripped out the two year old's organs, as blood drowned the both of them.

"No, no no, no, no, no!" Natalia cried as she ran out the room, slamming the door shut, and bolting down the stairs.

"Ah, you're back." Tara greeted her, she had joined the others.

"You're here, too" She whimpered, throwing herself on the couch.

"Y'know, you could be a bit happier to see me, you didn't get to say goodbye, remember?"

"I didn't get to say goodbye to any of you." Natalia reminded.

"So, you're just gonna leave them up there?" Abraham asked.

"Nothing I can do about it, out of sight, out of mind."

"So, when did you have all these kids with Daryl? He never wanted kids, at least that's what it seemed like." Glenn spoke up.

"What's their names?" Sasha asked.

"When did you guys make the pancakes?" Abraham pried, receiving a slap to the chest from Sasha.

"Uhm, I'm not sure... but the twins names are Daisy Caroline, and Bambi Elizabeth, sorry Sash."

"It's fine, Sasha wouldn't go with them, anyway." Sasha sniffed.

"Carol's still alive, why does Sasha get an apology, I was very much alive, at the time, too." Tara sassed.

"And my son is called, Archie Carl."

"Carl?" Glenn asked.

"Yeah, uhm..."

"I made her promise." Natalia looked at the doorway, seeing the teen boy leaning against it, a grin across his face, like he always had.

"Carl!" Natalia stood up. "It's you, you're here!"

"Yeah, it's really me." He laughed, hugging the woman when she jumped at him.

"Rick, rick, your dad, is he here, too?" Natalia asked, but Carl looked confused.

"My dad, why would my dad be here?" He asked.

"Yeah, this is the dead club, Rick ain't dead." Abraham told her.

"But- but there was an accident, Rick died, we all think he died, we never found his body."

"Nat, my dad's not here, if my dad was dead, he'd be here, he's not here, so he's not dead." Carl told her.

"Oh, no, it's happening, again."

Natalia looked at Tara, blood was seeping from her neck, running down herself.

She looked to the others, but they gave no reaction, they couldn't, Abraham's head was gone, brain matter and blood caked his body, his neck ended in a stump, Glenn's forehead was bashed in, his eye popped out, blood pooled from the large wound, she could see parts of his own brain, Carl was ghostly pale, a large gunshot wound was through his skull, where he had shot his brains out, and Sasha was a walker, but Natalia only noticed for a second before Walker-Sasha was lunging at her, knocking her flat on her back, trying to bite at her.

"Sasha, stop! What happened, you were all fine, you were all just fine!" She shouted, pushing the walker-Sasha away from her.

"You did this to us." Glenn said.

"You did this, you caused all of this." Abraham joined in.

"None of this would happen if we never found that stupid house." Carl uttered, and then, they all joined in, chanting it, over and over and over, then Harry was there, holding a dead Willow, he had joined in.

"You did this. You did this. You did this."

Natalia opened her eyes, she was in a bed, a white bed with white sheets, she hurt all over.

She looked down, her arm was in a cast, there was writing all over it, messages, with names, Rosita, Daisy, Gracie, Judith, RJ, Jerry, Bambi, looked like her friends and family had all signed the cast, but why, why was she even wearing a cast.

Then she realised where she was, she was in the infirmary, but not Alexandria infirmary, she was at Hilltop, why was she at Hilltop?

The door was wide open, and that's when she noticed the six year old in her face.

"Mommy, mommy, come on! Get up!" Daisy demanded, pulling at her.

"Daisy? Honey, what's going on? Where is everyone?"

"Mommy, we have to go! They're here, they're here and everything's on fire, come on!"

"What? Honey, slow down, what are you going on about?"

Daisy stopped prodding at her mother, a serious and scared expression was on her face.

"Mom, the whisperers are here, and they are fighting and burning the place down, Daddy said we couldn't move you, because you were still asleep, Ezekiel was the one in charge of evacuating us, but you were gonna die if I didn't come and get you, now, we need to get out of here, and I don't know how to do that, and I need you to get me out of here, and I can't find the other kids, or Daddy, I can't find anyone, so please, get out of bed, and let's go!"

"Okay, alright, okay. We're gonna get out of here, and we'll find the others." Natalia kissed her daughters head, "Pass me my weapons, you got your bow?" She asked, pulling out the two cannulas, one was pumping her with what she could guess was either IV or some medicine that her brain couldn't find the word of, and the other was clearly blood.

"Yeah, on my back." Daisy answered, flying to the chair to gather her mothers weapons.

"Good girl, and who's blood is this?" She asked, as she carefully shifted off the bed, but holy shit, did her whole torso ache, she must've bruised or fractured her ribs, by the pain.

"Daddy's, he said he can give his blood to anyone, and we didn't know what type you were." Daisy came to the bed. "Here."

"Thanks, baby. How long was I asleep?"

"I don't know." Daisy answered, helping her armour up. "We got here, today. Uncle Aaron said that Jerry took you straight here because of the explosion, and you looked really bad, and then they attacked home, Judith shot the huge guy, and then Mary and Aunt Rosita had to fight him so we could hide, then we came here, to see you, then Daddy came, but he was hurt too, he said that Lydia found him and patched him up."

"Why was your dad hurt, what happened?"

"Mommy, I'll tell you later, but we gotta get outta here!" Daisy demanded, she was getting more frustrated by the second.

"Alright, you need a knife, if you need to, anything that looks like a walker, you kill it, don't think about it too much." Natalia handed the girl her own knife. "And you stay by my side at all times, alright? I don't want or need you running off, we stick together like glue, now how bad is it, out there?"

"Walkers everywhere, fire's on most of the buildings, and people, and the whisperers are attacking for sport."

"Alright, but we can handle that, y'know why?" Natalia asked, holding the girls hand, the other was holding a knife.

"Because we're Dixons?"

"Because we're Moore's."

It was loud when they had ran out of the infirmary, the sound, the smell and the aroma of screams, fighting, bloodshed and death surrounded them.

"Baby, you stay with me at all time's alright, if I turn my head for a second and you're gone, I swear to god, Daisy Caroline-"

"Mommy, look out!" The girl pointed at the whisperer who was lunging at them.

Natalia ran to the side, pulling Daisy along, to avoid his hit, running ahead.

"We need to get out of here, and we're going to do that the best we can without provoking a fight."

"Got it!" Daisy agreed.

"Cover your mouth, honey, I don't want you breathing this shit in" Natalia instructed as they continued to run and dodge.

"Mom!"

"Hey, no, you do as I say." She snapped.

"No, Mom, look!" A wall of walkers was building up, and some of them was on fire.

"Oh, oh shit, okay, we fight what we can, and we avoid the rest, got it, you stab them down, and then you take them in the head, alright?"

"Judith taught me how to do it." The six year old glared at her.

"Oh, right. Yeah."

They worked together to clear a path, Daisy had impressed Natalia beyond believe, she was impressive, but so graceful, like a dancer, though she was so small, it was incredible.

They managed to get through, but before Natalia could notice, a whisperer was running at her, it didn't attack her, but its blade cut across her stomach, slicing her, and then she heard the yelp of her daughter, as she noticed they had nicked the girl too, they cut her small delicate arm.

Natalia saw red, she twisted, ignoring the agony her body was feeling, stabbing the man in the head, ending his life, then she grabbed her daughter and ran, ran so fast, out of Hilltop, away from it all, avoiding anything coming at them, people, walkers, whisperers, fires, they had to get out of there.

It was daylight when they had stopped running, they didn't know how far away they were from Hilltop.

"Mommy, my arm" Daisy whimpered.

"Alright, okay, baby, let's sit down, lemme see." Natalia helped her daughter down onto an overturned log, sat in the middle of a field, where they could see all around them.

She kneeled in front of the girl, pulling up the sleeve of her green sweater.

A small cut was along her forearm, it wasn't deep, but it had been bleeding.

"Uhm, hmm, honey, I know it hurts, but trust me, it's not bad, okay?"

"Daddy said that you broke your arm in 3 places." Daisy told her, pouting.

"I did?"

"Yeah, but they managed to help you, that's why you have a cast, and he let us sign it, so that when you wake up, you'll know that we love you."

"Baby, I already know you love me, and I love you, but thank you, you made it pretty." She smiled, "But we need to do something about your cut. What you got in your bag?"

"Daddy packed us both "survival kits" full of everything we might need." Daisy said, using air quotes.

"A what?"

Daisy carefully took the bag off of her back, giving it to her mother.

"Food, water, a first aid kit, a blanket in case we get cold, extra socks to keep our feet safe and clean, and spare clothes." She repeated her fathers words.

"Your dad packed all this?" Natalia asked, holding onto the straps.

"Yeah, so that we'll stay safe, Bambi has one too, but she stayed with Ezekiel, Archie too, but Gracie has his, because Judith was carrying him."

Natalia's eyes began to well up, but she ignored it, rifling through the bag for the first aid kit.

Daryl was the kind of father who provided and protected his kids, because he loved them, not because he was expected to.

"Can you talk me through it?" Daisy asked.

"What do you mean, baby?"

"Like, tell me what you're going to do, explain why you're doing it, so that I know for next time someone else is hurt."

"Oh, yeah, I can do that." Natalia nodded. "Okay, first things first, we have to clean the wound, make sure there's nothing yucky in it, that way it will help prevent from infection." She used the water, pouring it over the cut. "Then, oh, your dad is thorough." She picked up a small clear bottle from the inside of the first aid kit, giving it a sniff. "Yep, that's alcohol, so and this Is the hard part, cause it's gonna sting, but this sterilises the wound, but it's okay, alright."

"I can take it." Daisy was determined.

"That's my girl." Natalia kissed her cheek, before pouring a small amount of the liquid over the cut.

Daisy winced at the pain, letting out a small noise, but other then that, she took it like a champ.

"You are so brave, oh wow, I'm so proud of you." Natalia encouraged, as she used a cloth, that Daryl had also packed in the first aid kit, to wipe at it. "See, all done, now we need to put a bandage over it, do you wanna pick which one?"

She held up a set of three, one with flowers, another with puppies and kittens, and the other had love hearts and sparkles.

"Mommy, come on." Daisy laughed, looking at her.

"Alright, flowers it is." She grinned, putting the others away, opening the box and pulling out a flowered bandage, peeling it and placing it upon Daisy's cut. "There you go, good as new." Natalia kissed the bandage.

"Mommy, what about your cut?" Daisy asked, pointing at Natalia's stomach, she looked down, spotting the line of red along the white long-sleeved t-shirt she was wearing, truth be told, she hadn't really felt the pain until just now.

"Oh." She lifted her shirt, a bandage was already wrapped around her ribs. The cut along her stomach wasn't deep either, but she would have to patch it up. "Hey, baby, you know how I taught you to fix up your arm, you think you could help me?"

"Yes, okay!" Daisy answered much too excitedly for Natalia's liking, but she gave her the benefit of the doubt, being six years old and all that.

They worked together to patch up the cut, and Natalia required a lot of patience to do it, but finally, they managed it.

"You said Lydia was back, she came back with Daddy..." Natalia sat next to her on the log.

"Yeah, she found him and helped him, so he brought her back to the hilltop, she cried when she saw you, she told Daddy she was really sorry, but he didn't want to talk about it."

"Were you eavesdropping, when you heard all this?"

"No, Daddy just thought I was asleep, that's not my fault." She shrugged.

"Alright, and where was Evie during all this?"

"Evie, tried to help you, with your injuries, but because she kept crying, Alex and Aunt Rosita sent her away, to wait with us, but when we were allowed to see you, she said she couldn't come see you, that she was too scared to say goodbye, but then, I didn't really see her after that, I'm sorry, Mommy."

"No, baby, don't be sorry, okay? You have nothing to apologise for, y'know, if you didn't come save me, I would have died last night, you saved my life, baby."

"It was teamwork." Daisy answered, snuggling into Natalia's side.

Natalia wrapped an arm around her, hugging her tightly, as she lifted a hand to her temple, rubbing along it, she felt a pang of soreness, then felt the hardness along her head, a familiar touch of stitches, that must've been from where they had said she was bleeding before she passed out.

"I miss Bambi." Daisy sighed, when they had sat there for a little while more.

"Me, too, baby, I miss all of them."

"What are we gonna do?" Daisy asked her, looking up at her face.

"You feel like walking? Dad ever teach you how to track?"

"Yeah! We can track them!" Daisy exclaimed, jumping up from the log.

"Alright, lets track them down." Natalia wheezed, holding her ribs, as she got up, holding Daisy's hand.

"Your dad manage to pack a torch in that "Survival" bag?" Natalia asked, once it was getting dark, again.

"Yeah, Mommy, can you grab it, my arm hurts too much to do it."

"Sure baby." She sighed, opening the bag, her unbroken hand diving in to look for the flashlight, muttering "fibber" under her breath.

She clicked it on, shining into the darkness, giving them a little bit of light as they walked through another field.

"Alpha's dead." A voice had said a few metres away from them, and Natalia quickly yanked Daisy down. "Because of you."

They peered ahead, turning the flashlight off as they tried to spot who was there, what they could see was five bodies, though one looked to be restrained, whilst another had his hands up in surrender, the other three were stood opposite.

"That's Daddy!" Daisy hissed to Natalia.

"Shush!" She told the girl.

"Mommy, look, it's Daddy, there." She pointed at the man who's hands were up in surrender.

"Oh shit, it is." Natalia let out a sigh, and the man next to him, just so happened to be Negan, because, of course it was. "Alright, we need to rescue Daddy, okay, can you shoot the walker there?" She pointed at one of the whisperers, "If you take him down, Mommy will finish him off, and I'll take care of the others."

"You got it." Daisy nodded, grabbing her bow and an arrow.

"We kneel... to the new Alpha." The whisperer continued.

An arrow shot through the other man, going straight through his skull, and he soon fell to the ground.

Natalia stared at her daughter wide-eyed, but then soon snapped out of it, throwing an knife at the woman, and she fell, too.

"Mine." Both girls called at the same time, before an arrow and an knife imbedded in the skull of the last whisperer.

"Hey, that's cheating, he was mine!" Natalia said, as they got up, walking forward, together.

"Nuh uh! I totally got that first." Daisy argued, staring up at her mother.

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Didn't!"

"Nat?! Daisy?!" Daryl called, spotting the two, then he lunged at them, hugging Natalia in particular.

"Daddy!" Daisy squealed as he enveloped them in a hug.

"You're alive." He weeped. "You're alive, you're both alive."

"Yeah, yeah, we're alive, who shot him first?" Daisy asked, wrapping her arms around her fathers neck, pointing at the dead whisperer.

"It was me, just say it was me, we don't have to spare her feelings." Natalia told him, kissing his cheek, but also turning to the body

"I definitely saw an arrow first." Negan spoke up.

"No one was asking you" She glared at him.

"Ha! In your face, Mommy!" Daisy pointed at her, wiggling out of Daryl's hold so that he would put her down. "Negan, you're back!" She ran to the tied up man. "Daddy went looking for you, but he couldn't find you."

"Yeah, sorry about that, kid, I was a bit busy." He shrugged.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Natalia whispered to Daryl.

"He was with her, with Alpha, claims Carol was the one to let him out so he'd kill Alpha." He told her quietly, holding her tight, as he checked the stitches on her head. "He kidnapped Lydia and Evie, but they managed to escape, now we have no idea where they are."

"What?" She demanded. "I almost died in a cave, I just went through hell, literal hell, like I was in hell, when she already had him doing her dirty work?!" She burst.

"Thank you!" Negan snapped.

"Nat, just calm down, alright." Daryl rubbed her arms up and down.

"Calm down? Calm down!" She slapped his chest, pushing him away from her. "You want me to calm down! How dare you! I risked my life trying to save her, look at me! I'm mangled the fuck up, because of her, when he was already doing what she was setting out to do, and she knew the whole time! I'm going to kill her, I'm actually going to kill her!" She dry laughed. "And you're not stopping me! Oh my god, I- we're getting divorced."

"Nat?"

"What's divorced?" Daisy asked Negan.

"Kid, make yourself useful and untie me." He said, lowly, turning his back to the six year old, bending down slightly so she could reach.

"My daddy taught me these knots." She examined them, whilst her parents continued to argue about their marriage.

"Your daddy's an ass." He muttered. "Use that knife, there, hey that's your mommy's knife, she threw it at me once, it was hot."

"Ew."

"Daryl, look at my face, my fucking arm! I got sliced up just trying to escape! Did you know that our daughter ran away from safety, to help me get out of there, she also got cut! Our child! Because of your friend! Because she couldn't leave shit alone!"

"Daisy got hurt?!" He whipped around, staring at the two. "Daisy! Get away from him!" Daryl snapped, gesturing her away from the now untied man.

"Yes, she got hurt, one of those skin freaks, came at both of us, her arm is cut Daryl! And who's fault is that? Carol's!"

"Speaking of-"

"Shut up!" They turned on the man.

"Speaking of..." Negan continued. "We gotta find out where the missing head is, so I can earn back my spot back at home." He grinned. "I'm moving into the neighbourhood, officially."

"You are?!" Daisy looked at him.

"No!" The couple snapped.

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My Whumptober 2023 Fills Masterlist

Day 1: Our Love Is God, Ed/Izzy + Swooning Izzy was the Other Woman (in need of rescue and/or threatening) first. Rated M.

Day 2: the loving needs the bleeding, Richie & The Losers + Delirium [the one where Richie gets sick and hallucinates Pennywise]

Day 3: Kill Shelter, Izzy & The Crew + Solitary Confinement (Not) Hornigold used to use solitary confinement for punishment. But Ed's not like Hornigold. They're so different, in fact, you could even say they're opposites. Rated E.

Day 5: my lamb and martyr (this will be over soon), Ed/Izzy + Pinned Down Izzy gives Edward another piece of himself. At request. Rated M.

Day 6: At Capacity, Ed/Izzy(/Frenchie) + Made to Watch Blackbeard calls Frenchie into his cabin while he's... doing stuff to Izzy. It's a test. There's no right answer. Rated E.

Day 7: [untitled], Izzy & The Crew + Radio Silence [the one where Izzy goes psychologically mute]

Day 9: Plan to Entangle, Frenchie/Izzy + "You're a liar." When the crew insists despite Ed's violent protestations that love is real - Izzy's love, in particular - he demands that one of them make the ultimate sacrifice to prove it. Rated E.

Day 12: another kind of love, Ed/Izzy + Insomnia Ed wakes up from the nightmare in Stede's arms. He knows in reality it's just his own sweat, but he feels like he still has Izzy's blood on his hands, dripping down his face where Izzy in the dream had touched him for the last time. Rated T.

Day 13: Just A Word (I Heard), Ed & Izzy + "I don't feel so good." Ed and Izzy have a talk the morning after their night in pink. Rated T.

Day 15: A Lot to Unpack, Izzy & The Crew + "I'm fine." The crew finally get a chance to Talk It Through, like Izzy wanted. Sort of. Rated T.

Day 17: [untitled], Jamie/Cheryl Barnaby + Touch Aversion [the one where Cheryl wins Jamie in the charity auction when he's just come back to Richmond; on his "date" with her he gets nervous and upset and traumadumps on her, and she backs off and comforts him and has a grown-up kink and consent sex ed 2.0 talk with him. He feels so much better he wants to be intimate, so they hook up. She tells him he can brag, which he does to everyone else's chagrin.]

Day 18: where we begin and end, Ed/Stede/Izzy + Blindfold [the one where Ed and Stede blindfold Izzy and pretend he can't tell which one of them is touching him, because Ed is insecure about treating Izzy nicely] Rated E.

Day 20: hold me fast, Izzy & The Crew + Found Family The grey area is gone. After this, Izzy is one of them. Rated T.

Day 21: [untitled], Ed/Izzy + "Don't move." [the one where Ed does verbal bondage dub con apology body worship on Izzy instead of just saying sorry like a normal person] Rated E.

Day 25: The Changing Water, Ed & The Crew + Storm [the one where they hit a storm and have no choice but to have Ed steer even though it makes everyone very upset] Rated T.

Day 26: don't start counting, Roy/Jamie + Working to Exhaustion [the one where Roy overworks Jamie as a negotiated non-sexual BDSM punishment, that turns sexual during aftercare] Rated E.

Day 27: Light The Candle, Stede/Izzy + Scars When Stede accidentally spills candlewax on Izzy, his first pirating lesson becomes a kink lesson instead. Rated E.

Day 28: ghostin', Izzy & Ivan + "You'll have to go through me." While tending to his amputation wounds, Ivan warns Izzy that he and some of the other crew members brought over to the Revenge from the Queen Anne are planning a mutiny and invites him to join them. Izzy refuses, as Ivan knew he would. But he had to offer. Rated T.

Day 29: that four letter word, Roy/Jamie + "What happened to me?" Jamie doesn't want to be the first to say it out loud. He asks Roy to say it for him. Rated T.

Day 30: Foreshadow, Roy/Jamie + Bridal Carry Cartrick is too intimidated to tell Rupert no. Rated T.

Day 31: [untitled], Jamie & Isaac + "Take it easy." [the one where Jamie tries to get one of Isaac's legendary haircuts, but has a panic attack instead] Rated T.

Alternate #2: some place where there isn't any trouble, Jamie & AFC Richmond + Aftermath of Failure When AFC Richmond is in Manchester to play United, Jamie Tartt turns up at their hotel looking like a puppy left in the rain. Rated T.

Alternate #3: Final Round, Jamie & James + Brass Knuckles Jamie doesn't just fight back this time. He wins. Rated M.

Alternate #9: Tusk, Ed/Izzy + Drugging [the one where Izzy does rhino horn with Ed out of desperation to spend some time with him and it gives him a headache] Rated T.

Alternate #11: [untitled], Roy/Jamie + Panic [the one where Roy has Phoebe at the club because she's out of school for behavior and he yells at her and makes a sudden movement towards her in front of the lads. Jamie says "Don't do that," and Roy stops but tries to say Phoebe's fine with it until she bursts into tears. He immediately apologizes to her, frantically, mentioning what Jamie said about grabbing for her. She 'corrects' him, saying Jamie actually told him not to yell at her. He agrees of course, apologizes again, gives her a big hug, promises he won't anymore. Then he notices that Jamie is having a time of it, with his whole head stuck into his cubby. He sends Phoebe off to see the other coaches to 'decide on his punishment for upsetting her' and then asks Jamie if he owes him an apology too. Jamie insists Roy didn't do anything to him. Roy insists he does; he hurt Phoebe's feelings yelling at her, and he scared Jamie making that sudden move. He comes closer to apologize, touches Jamie's shoulder very lightly, and Jamie jumps hard enough to hit his head on the cubby. He curls his arms around his head, still in the cubby, but Roy slowly manages to pull him out, saying "Let me see." He tells Jamie he's sorry and gives him a big hug too.]

Alternate #12: Among Thieves, Lucius/Izzy(/Ed/Pete) + Broken When Ed tries to ask Izzy if he still loves him but chickens out and asks if he still belongs to him instead, Izzy gets understandably pissed and suggests to Lucius that since pushing Ed overboard didn't make him feel better he should try stealing from him. Specifically, he should take something Ed hasn't properly appreciated having. Like Izzy. Rated E.

Alternate #15: The Nines, Ed & Izzy & Jim + Reluctant Whumper [the one that's a split scene of Hornigold making Ed whip Izzy in the past + Ed making Izzy whip Jim during the Kraken era] Rated M.

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#jack facts #my fic #ofmd #izzy hands #blackhands #ouizzy #stizzy #ted lasso #jamie tartt #royjamie #sprigghands #whumptober #whumptober 2023

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hazashiovo · 1 year

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Imagine beeing Aemonds enemy yet his biggest obsession.

PART 2!

You woke up barely managing to keep your eyes open. You can't even remember the way you got here, in the huge bed you lay into and not at Storms End.

After a few minutes you wake up, now standing on the edge of the bed and trying to figure where you are.

You get up, even though the throbbing headache is telling you to sit down.

Once you see a window you know you fucked up very bad, Kings Landing, the last place you wished to see.

You're terrified, you don't know where Ghost is or how did you got here, but you know one thing, that it's all Aemonds doing.

-You're awake. -

Aemonds voice cuts the silence in the large empty room, by the Gods , that's the last voice you wished to hear.

You keep quiet, staring at the window, where the moon rests on the dark sky.

-haven't I told you, that I will capture and own you?-

His amused voice taunted over you.

-You may have me trapped, but by no means you own me, my body or soul. -

You cough a bit, the storm affected your health.

You can't even imagine your poor mother once she finds Ghost with no trace of her daughter, Gods you hope Ghost is ok.

You didn't want to land Aemond the satisfaction of asking about your dragon's where abouts, more worried about the fact that you're cornered by the enemies, the only one you wish no harm upon are Haelena and her children, she's the sweetest and she doesn't deserve to be caught in all of this.

You didn't even notice how close Aemond is now to you until his hand grips you jaw tightly.

-Do you still believe that illusion, bastard? -

You forcefully pull away from him, glaring at him.

You look straight in his eyes, not allowing him to see you as vulnerable as you truly feel.

-You must be demented to truly believe you can enslave me, a Targaryen with blood of the dragon that runs deep in my veins. -

You spit your words sternly at him, in wich he in return chuckles.

-I am heir of Rhaenyra Targaryen. True Queen of the Andals and the first men, unlike your usurper whore of a brother and traitor of a mother you have.-

You continue ,wishing to see him more pissed. You're determined to show him he can't break you.

He grabs your hair violently and brings his face incredibly close to yours, nose almost touching.

-Watch your mouth bastard or I shall have your tongue and sent in as a gift to your whore of a mother.-

You smile, at the inpact you have on him with only your words.

-You seem to wish a lot of parts of my body, my prince. First my eye, now my tongue, what's next?-

You grin as your confident voice fills the room.

You notice the way you affect him and how he clenched his jaw as his eye seized your whole figure up shamelessly.

He hummed in annoyance and pulled away from you.

In a quick move he left the chambers you were trapped in.

You try hard to think of a way to leave, but you know the castle is guarded from head to bottom with guards.

You have no idea of Ghosts whereabouts or if your family knows you were kidnapped.

You groan in frustration, you also notice the green nightgown you wear once you see a mirror.

You look at yourself in the mirror, punching it in frustration.

You're in a high tower so you can't climb down. Nor fly away on Ghost's back since your dear dragon is not here.

You than remember, the secret passages in the castle. They are everywhere, connected to every room.

You make quickly way of searching the walls and soon enough your hand touches an unusual part of the wall right next to the bed. You open it and see a dark hall with a row of staircase.

When you were a child you used to roam those halls , and found the secret passages by mistake.

Unfortunately, you once found Aegon in his room with a woman.

He always made you uncomfortable even to be in the same room. His intentions towards you and any other girl with a pair of tits is obvious, the way Aegon would strip you naked with his eyes at breakfast when your family was over there, or the remarks he would make from time to time shamelessly in front of everyone told you enough.

The same way you found the exit trough the passage and sometimes explored the town as a child.

You decided to wait, he would be expecting you to do a move and try to escape.

You looked at your body knuckles as you groaned.

Soon enough you started coughing, your head burning and throbbing in pain.

The best thing to do is lay down and rest, you need to gather energy for your escape.

You grab a shard from the broken mirror as safety, since none of you're weapons can be seen .

Reluctantly you lay down, hiding the weapon under the pillow.

Once the late noon set he entered the room, you are still asleep, he tought to himself.

He doesn't know why he's here, he just knows he likes watching you.

The way your face is at peace as you sleep.

Soon enough he noticed the broken mirror and your injured fist.

-Stupid girl-

He sighs in annoyance.

Aemonds face inched closer to yours .

In a swift move you grab your shard and pointed it at his neck,making a move so you switch ,you're straddling him.

-you got a lot of nerve.-

You glare at him as you push the shard deeper in his neck, not drawing bl99d but enough to keep him down.

The way your hand grips the weapon makes you bleed instead, but you don't seem to mind as your eyes glare at Aemonds shocked face.

-you abduct me, you lock me up here and dare treathen me and than you also think you can touch and stalk me while I'm asleep?! -

You angrily shout with rage on your face.

Even with you holding him at knife point situation Aemond can't help but admire the position you're on, the way your tights are straddling his lower waist, it your dress slightly showing your chest. Your untied hair and gorgeous angry expression on top of him.

He hates this, he feels like his pervert brother but he can't help himselfs.

He's ashamed on how blood runs to his down part making him hard and painful.

You don't seem to notice the slight change in his expression.stil blinded by rage.

Oh but he feels it, when you slightly move to lean down to him.

-you didn't really think I'll be that stupid.-

You whispered in his ear, your face so close to his. Oh how he wants to put his hands on your waist, cares and kiss your lips that are slightly parted, how he wishes to see your expression as he would take you right than and there, just the taught makes him painful in his pants.

He wants you to beg for him, to plead and moan for him , his fantasy is quickly stopped once you leave his lap , he didn't even notice you stealing his dagger away.

He almost groaned at the loss of contact.

-Where is Ghost?-

You demand to know ,point the dagger at him fiercely.

-what makes you think you would make it past this hall?-

Aemond replies with a smug grin on his face .

-Where!-

You question once again.

He quickly grabs the dagger from your hold, how the tables turned. A quick move and he's behind you holding you in a chokehold.

-I can't figure if you're a stupid bastard or a brave one-

You can feel something poking your ass, oh god how you wish it's not what you think it is.

-I didn't expect you to take what I said earlier so literally.-

You remark, chuckling and letting him know you can feel his... Problem.

-I bet you've barely waited for this.-

You try to push him away, but instead he rubes his lower part onto you. You also can hear him groan from the friction.

You are trying not to give in, remembering the words he said at storms end.

On of his hands made it's way to your waist as the other one cuped your jaw.

You're really debating if you should make a run for it or fall into the pleasure.

His hands roam your body freely.

One of his hands grope your chest as the other unties the laces of the night gown , he slowly makes friction on your ass, trying to relieve himself.

He moves you towards the bed, he didn't want to have you like a common whore... Did he?

You saw how he was planing on taking you from behind, so you quickly changed positions , now on top of him like minutes before.

-If you're that eager to even think I'll allow you to have me like Aegon has his whores you must be demented-

You smirked as you saw him without any words to share, he seems like he accepted the situation.

You didn't like the silence, after all he started this. You rolled your hips slowly, creating friction for the two of you. He groans lowly as you cup his jaw forcefully.

-Talk.-

-Now you're being quiet?-

-And what do you want me to say?-

His voice finally is heard.

-earlier you were acting like I was your slave, but, look who's at my mercy now-

You rolled your hips once again to Prove your point, feeling his painful hard cock in his clothes.

-stop toying with me bastard whore. -

His slightly disheveled face made you feel accomplished, yet not his words.

Your hand grabbed his hair, pulling with enough strength to punish him for his words.

-You're at my mercy, watch your tongue, dog.-

An mischievous smile was found on your face.

Slowly, you start undoing your night gown, making him wait. You take of the top part Painfully slow, revealing your boobs to him.

He raises his hand to touch, yet you slap it away. You glare at him, warning him not to do that again or he gets no release this night.

Aemond groans in annoyance, yet he obbeys.

You lean down on him, giving him a good look on what he can't touch without your permission.

You make your way to his top, skilfully taking it of . Letting his lightly toned chest free, you take off the shirt completely. Hand touching his muscled abdomen.

You grab his hand and place it on your breast as your hand touches his face almost lovingly.

You decided to keep teasing him, you rolled your hips again, feeling yourself aroused to. In return he groans and gropes your breast with a bit of force, which makes you let out a small whimper.

His cock hard feeling against your lower part, so close yet so far.

You lower down, undoing his pants while making sure to look him in the eye , your hand so close to his aching cock, you run your hands up his abdomen, cold ones making him flinch.

His pants lay undone, only his garments on.

-you look way prettier this way-

You compliment him, Aemond has his ears all red by now, he doesn't know if he can take more than you give.

-after all you did, do you think you're worthy of what you want me to do to you?-

You ask, slapping his tigh when he diesent respond.

-Answer me, cat got your tongue?-

You start kissing from his lower belly to his abdomen up to his neck.

You leave bit marks all around his chest and neck while his hands travel up and down your torso and chest.

You look at him in the eye, feeling very confident and proud by how you have him bottomed.

Each time you bite and kiss he let's out sweet moans and groans that go up your ego.

Your face is now inches of his.

Looking up his eye, you see his eye patch, he didn't expect you to take it of, but you did.

-are you done playing already? -

His voice no longer confident like it used to be, but like a whisper.

Your hand cups his face, one hand behind grabbing at his hair. Your lips find his as you nip at his bottom lip, making sure to tease him.

One of his hands goes around your waist, bringing you closer and the other holding the back of your head, like a starved man.

Your eyes find his and his piercing blue stone eye that makes you feel things.

You decide that he was teased enough, so you took of the rest of your nightgown of, revealing the rest.

His eye took in your whole Apearence, the same way your eyes did with him.

Slowly, you raised your self up.

You took his throbbing cock in your hand, which made him flinch in pleasure at the touch, giving him a few strokes before lining it with your pussy.

Sighing, you had him enter you, at first you felt pain, being your first time, and you supposed his to.

He gripped your thighs in ecstasy and rolled his hips for friction, for which you pulled his hair as punishment.

-I didn't allow you to move.-

He groaned , one hand on your tigh another on your waist, slowly rising up to your breast and cuping it.

After you adjusted to the pain, now becoming pleasure you started rolling your hips, finding a pattern to follow.

A hand of your was on his chest, and another was holding his tigh.

-Oh God... God this feels so good.-

His groans and praises made you feel even better as you rode him like you would ride a dragon.

His hands found their way to your ass, now each part of you touched by him.

The room was filled with lewd noises and grunts, moans and whimpers.

-Gods you're doing it so good, don't stop-

Aemonds a moaning mess, you brought him in this state and he knows it. He's so intoxicated by you, that at this moment and the other that will come he wishes to never let you go again.

The way he fits so perfectly good in you, you can't even think straight.

You keep riding him until that feeling slowly grow as in you. Aemond grabbed your waist and rocked you up and down his length.

His groans are like music to you, you saw how he gripped your hips so tightly told you that he was close.

His eyes closed and mouth slightly open, hair untied and you sitting on top of him, anyone could say it was a piece of art. Your head laid back as you kept riding him, from time to time his hips pushed up.

With a final thrust you came, riding through your orgasm. Soon enough he came to, you felt him dripping hot inside you.

You took a few seconds to regain yourself.

You laid on his chest , catching your breath. Slowly, you raised yourself a but to take him out of you. He quickly grabbed you and had you in the bed.

-just, stay like this, niece-

You decide to agree and layed your head on his chest, enjoying the comfort of the bed and his body warmth .

The whole night you wandered if this would change anything, your feelings towards each other and behavior.

The next morning Prince Aemond woke up expecting to see you to his side, but in exchange he got no clothes and a missing Princess.

You left in the middle of the night, you knew Aemond wasn't stupid enough to leave Ghost there so you assumed he's in dragon pit.

After you stole the Prince's clothes you left through the secret passage.

By the time he was up you were close to dragon stone.

So I lowkey like how this turned out.

I have a few more ideas for other fanficts for the future that I plan on writing.

Until than you are free to leave requests!

I really hope you enjoyed this

Tag list: @devils-blackrose @ly17 @malfoytargaryen @candypurplebutterfly @lolitaisreal

#aemond x reader #aemond x y/n #aemond targaryen #hotd x reader #house of the dragon #x reader #dark!aemond x reader #x yn #hotd fanfic

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jtl07 · 8 months

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jtl07 fics, summer 2023

Kinda liked doing the half year recap in June and had planned to do another one at the end of the year, but since I had quite the posting spree this month, decided to do one now.

General stats

Total on this pseud: 12 (all avatrice / Warrior Nun fandom)

Fics posted (chronological order):

to all the girls (to you, to me) -- or: Ava watching people fall in love with Beatrice, including herself

leave it all behind (I’ll see you on the other side) -- or: Ava comes back - healthy, whole, quiet. Too quiet.

the long, delirious, burning blue -- or: the moody Top Gun 2 (Maverick) AU

another little peace (restful pieces): something old, something blue -- or: the girls buy cereal; or or: Bea learning the difference between safety and familiarity

looks for you in everything (finds you there) -- or: Switzerland vignettes based on items found in their bedroom

Enhanced Beings Tech Support transcripts -- or: What if there was technical phone support for “enhanced beings” like halo bearers?

another little peace (restful pieces): lets you see the wonder of it all -- or: Ava meets a member of her family

another little peace (restful pieces): like a boat -- or: Beatrice plays Stray Gods

late night vigil -- or: camila learns about beatrice's strap; she helps in her own way

another little peace (restful pieces): to always wake up to you -- or: avatrice proposal based off of SimplyKorra's fantastic headcanon

another little peace (restful pieces): perchance to dream (no more) -- or: Ava wakes up from a dream

can't go back -- or: Five times Beatrice tries a food for a second time

(More numbers, thoughts, and some plans below the cut)

More numbers

Total words: 36720

Shortest: 685 (to always wake up to you)

Longest (one-shot): 5987 (the long, delirious, burning blue)

Average/Median word count: 3060 / 2019

General thoughts

Nearly 10k more words in the past 3 months than I wrote the first half of the year - I guess being in a safe space after your life has been turned upside down makes a difference, huh?

I still don't know what happened this month - specifically, the two week period from 8/14 - 8/26 where my fingers were just trying their best to keep up with the stories pressing in my brain lol (willing to bet it's somethingsomething healing and how it can take many forms, like this kind of intense spike)

Fun fact: This is only the second time I've written a one-shot over 5k words this year (3rd time ever in my many years of writing fic). It's always interesting to look at the average / median word count because it's been firmly in the 2k range. I still want to challenge myself with longer work, they just take time and energy yknow? Under 3k, I feel really comfortable now, which is a cool feeling

Fic that surprised me:

Honestly, everything that happened in that intense two week period (i.e. everything posted after "the long, delirious, burning blue") was a genuine surprise. Every time one of those ideas happened, I felt like I was just trying to keep up. I was really glad to have the space - emotionally, physically - to write those stories.

And I guess what surprised me also was just how wide a range they all were. I've been trying to work on just "writing what will get written" and learning to turn off the judgemental voice in my head that says things like, "you should be writing more," or "you should be writing better ideas." It was a surprise that these ideas just kinda flowed without much friction, yknow? I'm taking it as a sign of growth :)

Fic that was the hardest to write:

Oh gosh hands down leave it all behind (I’ll see you on the other side) - I had to discard full drafts and start over from scratch multiple times to get to what's actually posted. I had tried different perspectives, different settings, different points in the story, but I just kept getting stuck. I think part of it was because when I write, I usually start with a vibe or an arc - with this one, I was starting with the turn, the twist - which I don't often write either. So writing this kind of story was new on all fronts

can't go back was also a bit frustrating to write - I've been dealing with a sudden recurrence of brain fog so I know part of it was that, but idk, I feel like it could have been tighter thematically

Fic that I'm proud of:

Definitely the Top Gun 2/Maverick AU, the long, delirious, burning blue. I mentioned this in a comment that when I first had the idea, I'd expected it to be more of an action fic - I don't often write action, so I thought it'd be a good opportunity to practice. But, as with most of my work, it ended up quite moody, more a reflection of grief and duty.

Why am I proud of it? Because despite my initial intent, and my initial disappointment when I realized the direction it was going, I allowed myself to go with it. Writing this piece helped me accept where I am in my writing, to accept the stories I choose to write and how I write them. This fic was not at all what I had expected, but it turned out to be exactly what I needed

Runner up: looks for you in everything (finds you there) - the final word count shocked me, honestly, I didn't expect to write so many vignettes. But I was mostly proud of the diligence behind this and letting my sappy side run free lol

WIPs in the wings

Lol my WIP list is hella long - and that's not counting a whole separate document I have that's just prompts. I still have some Supercorp ideas that I've not yet fleshed out that are more on the "experimental" side that play with form and formatting - I've also some avatrice ones in "genre" as well.

Surprisingly, I've a couple AUs I've been turning over in my mind - I blame playing Stray Gods for making me remember some video games I'd grown up playing lol Oh and I've been pondering how to do a litrpg/gamelit style fic as well.

There's a couple longer one-shots that I've been pecking at but are going to take me a while to finish - there's one that's sort of a sister to every leaf that falls (never stops falling) (not a continuation, more like a sister in terms of vibe and tone), and another that explores Ava having a new ability (will I ever stop being enamored with Switzerland era? The answer is no lol).

But mostly, I'm just going to vibe with happens - "write what will get written" and all. We'll see where it all goes!

If you've read this far, thanks a ton for your support and going on the ride that is my fics lol - much appreciation to y'all!

#my writing #jt writes fic #words about my words #avatrice #jt's fic recap

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crystalxwitch · 2 years

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2 | Morning - W. Maximoff

Summary: The first morning with Wanda goes a bit different than you previously thought.

Pairing: WandaMaximoffxreader

Word count: 2.8k

Loud clattering pulls you out of Dreamland, the invasive sounds too loud for your sensitive hearing.

Your eyes flutter open, taking in your surroundings while you rub the sleep out of your eyes. The sight of the living room; the unused fireplace and the feeling of the couch under you takes you back to the occurrences of yesterday.

You groan, hiding your face in the cushion. The cover trapped over your body must have fallen off the bed, now laying on the floor, leaving you exposed to the cool air.

Thankfully the couch pulls out, the material not exactly comfortable to sleep on but at least you didn't have to sleep on a narrow space.

Another loud sound echoes from the kitchen area, your brows furrowing as you sit up on the couch. You take a glance at the clock hanging on the wall, sighing quietly as you read the time – 7am.

God, this woman seriously needs to get some more sleep. Who wakes up this early when you're on vacation?

Running a hand through your hair, you slowly stand up and stretch out your limbs. You know that turning around and trying to sleep again would be hopeless with the orchestra concert coming out of the other room.

Disappearing into the bathroom at first, not wanting to face her while looking like you just fought a bear, you splash some water on to your skin.

Combing through your hair, you pull it up in a bun and brush your teeth. You hated the fact that you now have to look a bit presentable when staying in the cabin.

But with Wanda sharing the place, you are not in the mood to give her another reason to look at you weirdly. You let out a long sigh, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

After a few minutes in the bathroom, you walk into the kitchen. Wanda sits at the wooden table; book and coffee in hand.

She wears a brown flannel; cozy looking gray sweatpants hugging her legs. Her red hair is neatly tied in a braid again, only the front strands brushing over her face.

"Good morning." You greet her with a still sleepy voice, trying to sound as polite as possible.

Wanda looks up from her book, eyes quickly flickering over your figure.

Her lips part ever so slightly as she looks at you; the change in her eyes going unnoticed by you as you walk to towards the kitchen counter.

"Morning." She mumbles, following your every movement with her eyes, as you don't even take a second glance in her direction.

This small interaction is the only thing between you two in the next couple of minutes as Wanda moves her attention back to her book. You prepare yourself some bread with marmalade, not giving it another second thought.

"I made coffee if you want some of it. It's too much to drink all by myself."

Surprised to hear her talk to you again; moreover offer you something, you turn your head in her direction. She raises a brow, pointing to the coffee pot at the corner of the counter.

"Yes, I'd love to have some." You reply, showing your gratitude with a small smile. "Thanks."

Wanda presses her lips together, visibly not knowing how to act in this new territory of kindness. "Great."

You suppress a chuckle at her addled expression, stepping towards the coffee pot and placing it on the kitchen table. The redhead looks at you weirdly, watching you grab a mug and your full plate.

You sit down opposite her, not wanting to eat your breakfast in the living room. Filling the brown liquid into the mug, the steam of the coffee rising up the air, you feel an intense peace flowing through your bones.

One thing you can't live without in the mornings is coffee.. a lot of it, to be exact. You would even go that far to say that it's one of your best personality traits.

But this point of view isn't something that everyone agrees with. This everyone is Wanda at this moment who stares at you every few seconds.

You sigh, raising your brow as she continues to take subtle glances at you. "Is something the matter?"

Placing your bread on the plate, you muster her as her eyes widen, realizing that her glances weren't as subtle as she thinks they were. You patiently wait for her response as she quickly collects her thoughts.

"This is already your third cup of coffee and it isn't even 10 am." Wanda points to your cup.

You raise your brows, clicking your tongue. "Are you judging me for my undeniable love for coffee? Because that's where the fun ends."

She shakes her head, a strand of her swaying over her face with the movement. Your eyes are fixated on it, forgetting about the fact that you in fact despise her for a second.

"I'm not judging you; it was merely an observation."

"Well, then you're right. This is - rightfully so - my third cup of coffee, and I'm determined to make it four." You grin, raising the cup in her direction and taking a sip. "To our great adventure in the mountains."

It is clear on her face that Wanda is indeed judging you, lips parted as she musters you drinking the whole cup in a span of only a few minutes. The thought amuses you, purposely pouring yourself another cup of coffee.

The warm liquid runs down your throat, warming you up from the inside. It seems like Wanda can't hold her thoughts about your actions back, the book on her lap already long forgotten.

"I won't call the ambulance when you get a caffeine overdose." She mutters, leaning forward and snatching the coffee pot out of your arm's reach.

You smile at that, eying her from above the rim of the cup. "Didn't think you would."

The little engagement gives you a tiny bit of joy, liking to get a rise of her. The small twitch of her brow whenever she seems annoyed with you; revealing even the unspoken thoughts of hers, making the trap you find yourself in surprisingly bearable.

Not exactly sad that she placed the heavenly coffee out of your reach, knowing that deep down she does have a good point, you place the half empty cup on the table.

Wanda takes a quick glance at you, a tiny smirk on her lips. Mirroring her expression, she lets out a quiet huff. Her attention moves back to her book, leaving you alone. You continue to eat your breakfast, looking outside the window and watching the birds in the trees.

After ten minutes, Wanda places her dirty tableware in the dishwasher, your eyes following her. She bends down, putting the plate in the lower level along with the cutlery. Without muttering a word, she walks out of the room.

Totally forgetting the coffee in your hand; hypnotized and confused; you watch her as she closes the door behind her. Realizing what you just did, you slap your palm against your forehead.

Don't even think about it, y/n. She's a damn witch, remember that. None of that in here, this is your well deserved vacation and nothing should come in your way.

You lean back against the chair, running a hand through your hair and quietly exhaling the build up tension in your muscles. Blaming the embarrassing action on your uneventful, boring life, you drink up your coffee.

Those past months locked in your room; rarely going out with your friends, must have been reflecting badly on your sense of taste. It is the only explanation for the source of your latest mistake, involving your eyes and a certain someone.

Shaking your head in hopes of getting rid of your thoughts, you stand up and put the plate in the dishwasher. It won't happen again, you say to yourself.

Walking back into the living room, you realize that Wanda must have disappeared back into her own quarters upstairs. Thankful for not needing to face her right now, you sigh in relief.

You search for the book between your clothes, placing it on the coffee table. Putting on a light jacket; slipping in your house shoes, you take the book from the table. Walking out on the porch, you make yourself comfortable in the armchair.

The sunlight brushes through the leafs, warmth spreading through your body. A gentle breeze washes over your skin, a satisfied hum escaping your lips.

Taking a quick glance at the one beside yours, you immediately guess that Wanda had spent a whole lot of time on it. A red blanket it trapped over the hard surface, along with a fluffy pillow.

Breathing in the fresh air; earthy and warm, you tuck your knees against your body. The build up tension of the past months; endless hours worrying about your writing process finally seeping out of your muscles.

The next hour, you spend on the porch with your favorite book of literature in hand.

You hear her footsteps coming before even seeing her, eyes staying focused on the page. Nevertheless, the red hair glowing in the morning light makes you lose your attention as she stands beside you.

"So." Wanda says, trying to grab your attention as you flip through the pages of your book.

You raise your head, looking at her with a confused expression. "So what?"

She stares at you oddly, fingers subconsciously playing with the fabric of her cardigan. Now what is her problem again with you?

"We need to set some ground rules, I believe." Wanda says, answering your silent question.

"Ground rules?" You ask, amusement wavering in your voice. "Are we in school or something?"

Wanda waves off the comment, nodding as she leans back against the wooden railing. "Yes, we need them. I just came out of the bathroom, and you used my face-towel. I can't use that now and need to wash it first."

"I didn't know that was your special towel, I guessed it's just for the hands and belonged to Nat." You explain, shrugging your shoulders as Wanda purses her lips.

"Well, you guessed wrong. That's why we need to set up some rules, so I don't go crazy over the two weeks that I'm stuck here with you."

Likewise.

You place your book aside, sighing quietly and leaning your head back. The quietness was so relaxing; peacefulness settling over you, which is now quickly disappearing.

"Okay, so let's hear it." You mumble, not wanting to spend any more time arguing with her over such small issues.

Wanda seems surprised, hearing you agree instantly, thinking that you would put up more of a fight. Sitting down on the armchair beside you - which might be her favorite place to sit if you would take a guess - she clasps her hands together.

"Firstly, no touching my things in the bathroom. That also counts for my food in the kitchen."

"I have a better idea how about little sticky notes on everything that belongs to you." You sarcastically mumble, giving her a teasing smile. "Maybe that will help."

She rolls her eyes, ignoring your teasing joke, and moves on with her lecture. "Secondly, I don't want you to roam anywhere upstairs in my bedroom."

You choke on your breath, letting out a dry laugh. Is she seriously right now?

"Why would I want to roam in your bedroom, I'm not a pervert." You reply, eyes widening at her words.

She presses her lips together. "I didn't say you were."

You scoff. "But you thought it."

"No." Wanda answers shortly, standing up. "Don't try to put words in my mouth, y/n. This is all for now that was on my mind."

Of course Wanda doesn't truly know you, but acting like you are some kind of predator is still insulting. You tried your best to give her no more reasons to hate you.

Alright, admittedly, that might not be entirely true. You didn't do a lot to ease her opinion about you, but this isn't the reason for coming here in the first place.

Your inside is raging, a fire burning deep within you. Whatever you thought about her this morning is utter nonsense; her outside bea- appearance overshadowed by her unbelievably mean persona.

"Alright." You cross your arms in front of your chest, searching for anything that might piss her off. "Then my food is also off limits for you."

"I don't want your food." She bites out, making a small gesture with her hand as she turns her back on you.

"I doubt that." You say, but Wanda is already through the door, not hearing you as she leaves you alone on the porch. "Witch."

Letting out a long exhale, you grab your book again. But no matter how hard you try, the words are not making any sense to you; lines blurring together as your concentration crumbles.

Excellent, she even ruined your morning reading session for you. What else is she going to ruin in the next days?

Wanda spends most of her time that day in her bedroom, avoiding you at all costs. Your is mind racing in all sorts of directions, not knowing how to read her.

Around lunchtime, you begin to feel hungry; your stomach begging you for something to eat beside the bread on the kitchen counter. You always find joy in cooking; the preparations somehow having a calming effect on you.

In hopes for it to be helpful to you once more, you walk into the kitchen. Thankfully, Wanda doesn't seem to have the same idea as you; the room empty as you enter it.

Deciding on a simple recipe - fried vegetables with rice - you begin to cut the tomatoes and onions. The silence lays heavily in the air, the occasional sound of the knife cutting through the vegetables not as relaxing as one might believe.

You put on some music; the soft tunes mixed with the smell of the food like a reassuring blanket over your skin.

But with the smell, there are other things drawn to the food like moths to a flame. In this case, this thing is a certain redhead.

Wanda slowly steps into the kitchen, sniffing the air as she gives you a tiny smirk. "Is that what smells so.. good?"

Her fingers play with the ring on her finger, nibbling on her bottom lip as she observes your body language with careful eyes.

"Mhm, it could be." You respond, wavering about how to act in front of her when she is for once being nice.

You know that it wasn't a real fight earlier, just an annoying encounter between you again. Holding on to it would only worsen this already fragile relationship.

Wanda walks up beside you, taking a peak over your shoulder. The simple action makes your stomach tingle, her close presence playing with your emotions.

This is bad.. really bad.

"I didn't know you could cook." Wanda let out an impressed sound as she looks at the colorful mixture of veggies.

You chuckle, stirring the food with a spoon. "Well, you don't know a lot of things about me."

Trying to keep your voice steady, you push back the phantom touch of her breath against your neck. Wanda mirrors your grin, letting out a soft hum.

"Yet." She adds, finally taking a step backwards.

You stay quiet for a second, debating on whether you should ask her to join you or eat the food alone. Just a few hours ago you told her that everything of your food is off limits and look at yourself now.

You turn around to face her, biting down on your tongue. "Do you want to have some of it? There might just be enough for both of us."

Even she seems surprised by your words, as she must remember your latest comment about your ground rules.

"I don't-" Before Wanda could say anything else, her stomach replaces her reply.

A loud grumble pierces the melodic atmosphere. Your eyes flicker to her stomach, suppressing a laugh.

"Someone sounds hungry." You grin, pointing to her growling stomach. "I believe that counts as a yes."

Her cheeks flush pink, pressing her hand against her lower abdomen as she avoids your glimmering eyes. You take great pleasure in her reaction, unable to suppress the laugh escaping your mouth.

#wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda mcu #wanda x reader #wandamaximoff #wanda smut

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aladaylessecondblog · 2 months

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a flame in your heart (gortash x tav pt. 17)

Author's Note: More Gortash POV. Struggled a bit with this one but didn't want to delay it any longer. Tooth-rotting fluff.

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I woke up with the worst headache I've ever had in my life. Like someone stuck a sword through my eye, out the back of my skull, and was jiggling it around just to torment me. Too much whiskey, of course, but I wasn't about to swear off drinking when I knew damn well I was probably going to just do it again. Not when the burn of that Rotgut Red is so strong it can keep me awake when I need it to.

On my side, pillows behind me, and a potion on the bedtable for the hangover. I sat up, guzzled it, and looked around for Tav once the throbbing in my skull finally stopped.

She wasn't there.

(Normally, I'm the one to wake first, or at least to get up first. When she sleeps in my bed she thinks I don't notice her pretending to still be asleep. Lazy little thing.)

I didn't remember coming to bed. There was a vague recollection of the cool night again against my skin...an owlbear, for some reason, and one of the Flaming Fists. Then a whore from Sharess's Caress. What in the hells happened?

"Ah, good morning, m'lord." One of the chamber servants entered as I continued to puzzle. "The bath is a bit cool but we can redraw it if need be."

"No. No, that won't be necessary."

I'd bathe, then I would figure out what had happened the night before...and why exactly that whore keeps showing up in Wyrm's Rock. Tav has been known to be open to sharing before, but that was before she was a married woman. Perhaps that woman was here for her, but...no, she has never looked away from me as a source of...excitement.

She enjoys my firm hand too much, and I'm certain no one else could scratch the itch she has to be controlled the way I can.

As for me...

What if she got the idea I was looking outside of the marriage for excitement, without saying anything to her first...the Black Hand is one thing, what happens with him is akin to a mass, a communion. Not the sort of thing that can be easily refused. Whores are another thing entirely.

I can do what I want, when I want. If I wanted to visit Sharess's Caress daily, I would do so. The other ladies of Baldur's Gate would likely tell Tav she should be glad of the relief.

Still...

I shall endeavor to be only what the role requires, Lord Gortash

The idea that Tav could speak those words again, turn that same look in my direction was...unsettling, and I hate the fact. As if a wall had come up between us--resignation, sadness--I still remembered that look, and I didn't want to see it again.

It is obvious now more than ever why Bane discourages love. The feeling makes me weak. Yet at the same time -

Only one of us is wearing a crown right now, my love.

Maybe it had been a slip of the tongue, but when I heard those words, there was a bloom in my chest I'd never felt before. A bloom that's still there when Tav directs her smiles at me.

Gods, I really can't get her off my mind. I don't want to tell her about that whore being in my quarters but she's going to find out anyway. Best to get the disappointment over with.

I let the valet do his job for once while I thought over the situation. Then when he was done helping me dress I asked, "Where is my wife?"

"She is currently...feeding the little Lord Cald, Archduke. From what I can gather she means to take the morning off, Berlina says she didn't sleep well."

Well, it wasn't a mystery as to why she would be worrying about that, I supposed.

Tav smiled at me as I walked in, and the bloom hit me again. Gods, what did I do to get this? Neither of us cared for one another when this started. It was a means to an end, all of it. Cozying up to her, whispering what I thought she wanted to hear, and slowly extending my power over her. Finding she wanted it...enjoyed it. Certainty in an unsteady world.

Focus

"Is he well?"

"Well enough," Tav said quietly, "Cald has another tooth coming in, and he's been quite fussy."

"Baba!" Cald spotted me, and from his spot in Tav's lap raised his arms. "Baba!"

"He wants you...you aren't still drunk, are you?"

"Of course not, I slept that off...though...speaking of which..." I took Cald from her when she offered, and looked down at--my son's dark eyes. My eyes.

And he was smiling. My son was smiling at me.

"You look upset, is he...filling his diaper already?"

Tav's words were a little unsteady, but the smile still hadn't left her face.

"No, it's nothing to do with him," I replied, waving my free hand absently. "It's...about last night."

"Ah...the trip back. I apologize." She shook her head. "You refused to come back on your own, so...I was asked to assist."

"I won't be hearing about it, will I?"

"Possibly...I asked the Flaming Fist who was with us to try and keep anything from getting out, but...I'm not sure how much he can do. You were...you were, ah...naked."

"Naked."

By the black hand, not THIS again.

"You told me you were too hot and...I suppose instead of calling for ice, or getting something cool to eat or drink your addled mind decided stripping was the best idea. I did the best I could, but...well, I imagine you were seen. I though if I carried you back as an owlbear it'd both making carrying you easier and ensure that they'd pay more attention to that than to you...but it remains to be seen whether I'm right. I haven't exactly been able to check."

"I suppose that must have been when I..."

"When you what?" she asked.

Again that look. She really must have known, I'm not the sort of man to stay quiet when I'm...enjoying myself.

"When I ordered that whore into my room."

I waited. I waited for a look of pain, or an expression of anger. But neither ever came, and Tav did something entirely unexpected.

She laughed.

The woman laughed.

Cald, in my arms, followed with a little giggle of his own. Mother happy, son happy. It was almost soothing to watch.

"I fail to see what's so funny about it, I've...we never settled if it was--if you were amenable to--"

Gods, why does speaking to this woman make my tongue malfunction?

"First of all, you could do as you please and dare me to say something about it, but I am...glad, very glad, that you think of discussing these things with me first. I'm not opposed to sharing you, so long as they don't think to take my place and we talk about it first. Our communions with the Black Hand prove that well enough...he doesn't desire to take my place, it's more that he...owns...both of us."

"But not with a--"

"Enver, let me just stop you before you tie yourself up in any more knots. There was no whore in your room last night."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I was," Tav huffed like she was holding back a laugh. "Twice now you've gotten drunk with me around. And twice now you've mistaken me for that woman from Sharess's Caress."

"I--what?"

The thought had never occurred to me.

"You get drunk and think I'm her, but that's not even the best part." Tav's soft smile deepened. "The best part is that you see me, and tell who you think is her to bugger off because you're a married man. Both times you did that."

I--

"And do you know what else you did last night?" She went on as she stood and moved in my direction, "My dear, faithful husband?"

I had no words. There were no words in my vocabulary to convey the thing I was feeling in that moment. 'Short-circuit' would be the most apt term to describe what happened, I think.

A peck on the cheek.

"You said you loved me."

Heart pounded in chest. Throat. Ears, even. How Cald didn't notice, I don't, but he seemed to quickly be settling in, utterly comfortable where he was.

"Now, I'm fairly certain you didn't mean it, but those three words...ah, they made the entire trip worth it." Tav rested her head against my shoulder then, and reached up to ruffle Cald's hair. "My poor drunk husband, insistent he can't bed me because he's married...and when I asked why that should matter, he says 'because I love her.' Now...if you don't mind, I'm going to call the wet nurse. I have a full afternoon so I need to eat quickly and have that nap."

As she was heading for the door I finally found my words again.

"I did mean it."

Tav stopped in the doorway, just after calling for the wet nurse. "What?"

"I DID mean it," I swallowed. "That I loved you."

Every muscle tensed, pulled taut. I waited with more anxiety than I felt each passing second when Durge and I stole the Crown of Karsus. I could've died back then. But this felt--something more than the fear of death.

Tav seemed to tremble, and didn't say more until the wet nurse came in to take Cald from me.

Then we were alone again. She walked back into my room with me.

"You love me?" she finally asked.

Another pause, a lean against me, a deep breath.

"I never thought to hear those words from you. Or that I would love you in return."

I took in a sharp breath.

"But I do."

#gortash is really going through it #he doesnt remember last night too well lol #gortash bg3 #tav #bg3 tav #gortav #enver gortash #tavtash #bg3 #fanfiction #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fic #gortash fluff #fluff

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chidoroki · 8 months

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182 Days of TPN - Day 140

Chapter 140: "I'm Here!"

Being reminded of the current date makes me think of just how little of the entire story we actually get to see. Starting from Conny's shipment on the 12th of October 2045 where we see pretty much everything until Norman's shipment on November 3rd until it jumps a bit to January 15th for Ray's "birthday." After the escape, we see all the stuff leading up to Goldy Pond's destruction on the 29th but then we skip another month until Emma wakes up from her coma. Couple weeks go by before that big timeskip starts when the Cuvitidala squad heads out early March, with the rare shelter visits we see during flashbacks, but the story doesn't pick up for us again til mid/late October 2047 when we got the shelter exploding, followed by the several day journey to the paradise hideout, and everything else bringing us to this moment. It ends with the kids finally crossing over to the human world a week later and then we're hit with another two year timeskip to the day Emma is found. I just think it's kinda wild how much we love this series and these kids despite only seeing a couple months of their lives within a story that takes place over 4-5ish years. Can you imagine if we were given more content?

Proud mom moment as precious daughter notices how baffled my son is as he rambles over the various possibilities of this complex cube and gets him to relax and remain hopeful within seconds with little effort.

When you usually offer your hand to someone, your palm is facing upwards, correct? So to this day I still believe it was Ray who held out his hand first here. It's a tiny detail that doesn't matter too much but nonetheless, it still warms my heart. Not even trying to go full on RE fangirl right now, but the fact Emma was just the one to reassure him that everything was gonna be fine and Ray decides right after to believe her and provide support to her in return is just real sweet to me, alright?

Bro I feel so bad for Ray. He went through all that trouble wandering the Seven Walls, facing his personal demons, dealing with an unimaginable amount of stress and sorta going through a mid-life crisis and he ends up getting kicked out! All that for nothing! I'm sure if he wasn't in a total panic over Emma's whereabouts that he'd be so pissed off.

Ch181 missed an opportunity to have Ray react this same way once he found Emma. It would frighten the poor girl sure, but perhaps it could've jogged some memories too since Ray shouted similar words to her towards her back in ch137.

I feel like I'm repeating myself (though can't remember exactly from which chapter, or somewhere else), but since no demon language is actually used in the anime, I have no choice to filter in something else in my head whenever I see someone speak His name. I could be nice and just call him demon god, or Scribbles as the fandom affectionately calls him, but unfortunately for Him, my mind filters to more rude name. Let's just say that bastard is one of the nicer ones (therefore reading such harsh names in the character's voice, like Emma's, is hilarious to me).

I'm still proud my boy was so close to figuring everything out! Aaah! I forget where it was mentioned, but Shirai said that if Ray had the chance to attempt the Seven Walls again, he would be able to reach the day & night, right? Not that I would think he would actually volunteer to suffer through all that craziness again though.

As much as I dislike the demon god, I'm not at all thrilled He was given one frame during that s2 finale slideshow. The fact that she alone was able to reach the day & night is simply amazing, no doubt one of her greatest feats, and yet the anime decides to just have her appear there without enduring any of the trials necessary to reach this sacred place. Emma making a new promise so her family can live a better life is one of, if not, the biggest goals of the whole story and the second season decides it's best to have this meeting last a couple seconds at most. It makes me so twisted.

Favorite panel/moment:

I honestly wish we got to see him break out into these intense rambling sessions more often, though I suppose it shows just how insane the Seven Walls are since Ray only became a mumbling mess at the sight of this cube and nothing else during the story.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

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msookyspooky · 28 days

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OH MY GOD SPOOKY ‼️‼️‼️‼️ thAT CHAPTER 13?????????? A MASTERPIECE!!!!

The "my girl" partmhjnjjhahhahahhuhuhaha I SWEAR i was brushing my teeth while reading and when my EYES SAW THOSE WORDS I JUST STOPPED??????? i stopped there with toothbrush all over my mouth for a good minutE TRYING TO COMPREGED TAHT!!!!!!!! UHHHHHHHGGGGGG

I have no words to explain how much i loved loved loved that chapter!!!! i have been craving for that reveal since i started reading when you were still posting the part set 1 movie and IT DID!!! NOT!!!!! DISAPOUNT!!!!!! IM SO FUCKING EXITED FOR THE REST OF THE STORY LMAOOO 💞💞💞💞💞💞

SPOILER ALERT FOR CHAPTER 13

Yn, in my opinion at least 👀, def had the chance to play dumb, act as if she didnt knew, act as if they were forcing her to do whatever accusation dewey trew at her. but she didnt‼️‼️‼️‼️ and im just freakibg outtttttt she cares so much that AGAIN she put herswlf in front of Billy. After all the pain that doung that all those years ago brought to her, she did that and didnt even think about it. even after stu literally shot someone in the chest she cares so fucking much that the death of that person donest affect how she feels about him anymore (judy didnt actually dieee but yn doesnt know itt( they didnt need to get try to get jill before she hurt yn, they couldve literally just ran away from the hospital. But the choose to stay‼️‼️‼️ for stu i wont eve.n elaborate because my. Girl. My. Ficking. Girl. Was enough for me lmaooo‼️‼️‼️but billy didnt need to say athing! In fact, it would be better for him if he didnt bc he knew dewey woukd recognize him the second the spotlight was on him. But.he did. He defended yn the second he could. He defended her even if he knew no one would listen to him.

Im 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 anywaysssss hahaha i love your writing a normal amount............

Alsooo you wrote jill so so well that i wanted to go inside my phone and strangle her myself lmaoo

THANK YOU!!! I LOVE THIS REVIEW OMFG AFGSSG😍💘

Oh YN definitely cares and so do they there's just so much turmoil and difference in morals that it's a rough road but Billy and Stu saving her (To "kill her god knows when" yeah right 😒🙄) And her deciding to follow that moral compass and save Billy before her own ass because it was the 'right thing to do' (mm hmm 🤨😒) is just another layer they didn't know this situation could have!

Fr YN could have played dumb but I ain't gonna lie when I came out of anesthesia I slept SO HARD it was insane I was fucking out of it and barely formed thoughts so I can't imagine some bitch waking me up a few hours after my surgery trying to strangle me THEN trying to make coherent thoughts to justify why Billy is there 😣

And I think as the author writing it (And the girl reading it lol) like...YN is fucking tired.

I mean, her best friend and honestly only true friend died and she found his corpse and has that weighing on her conscience that it's her fault they seperated. Gale was never her friend 100% fake af and YN lowkey knows it. Karla is a friend by being Ray's wife but not on the level her and Randy are.

And other than Dewey; Billy and Stu is all she's got. In one night, she was truly stabbed for the first time not counting her arm or hand. Good and only Friend is dead. She's being framed AGAIN over fame she never wanted to begin with.

Dewey, as much as she loves him platonically, has changed because of that badge and being married to Gale and in Woodsboro (I noticed it from 3 to 4 with Dew to Sid and was shocked tbh) and has done nothing but make YN not trust him with her safety this entire installment.

Stu pointed it out in TT. That he was there no matter what, toxic or not. He knew the worst and best of YN and stayed there for his own selfishness but still for her as well. When Randy and Dewey only knew what YN revealed but she was living a double life that they UNDERSTANDABLY would be hurt and enraged over but Billy and Stu have been known and don't care

ISTG it's why I fuck with enemies to lovers sm bc your enemy sees your worst side, weakest side, you see there's and yet you still fall in love?

I think Billy has never seen these sides of YN and when he did in TT he was in a shit place in his life and still bitter over what she did in Set Up and Sequels Suck.

But Stu? He was in her life from Windsor to Hollywood on and off and got over her betrayal before Billy so it's easier for him.

And I hc Stu as fucking nuts to be blunt. Flys off the handle, impulsive, delusional, arrogant, has little value in peoples lives, doesn't discriminate with killing, sadist, possibly even a bit of a high functioning individual with a form of ASPD or just good old narcissism where he doesn't love like a normal person does so he forced himself into YN's life as a form of control but that doesn't mean he doesn't care for her he just cares for his own self preservation first and always will. While I hc Billy as an introverted guy with fucked up morals and possible hallucinations like his daughter Sam / he's more likely to snap than most people same with his Mom Nancy. But I think he feels love and emotions the same as anyone else he just has trust issues and cynical af.

It's why after so long...I mean, aside from money, Billy got what he wanted. YN is alone, isolated, depressed, anxiety, PTSD, no friends, everyone she cares for is dead or hates her, getting attacked by conspiracy theorists that claim she helped them. And I think he's realizing slowly but surely that maybe her suffering for trying to turn him in while saving him isn't what he wanted after all.

Thank you for the review and listening to me rant I just love these in detailed ones because sometimes you guys see things about the characters I don't even!!♡♡♡

#faf 13 spoilers #ily sm

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