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Begin Again (1173 words) by Winchesterek Chapters: 1/? (WIP) Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes Additional Tags: Paramedic Stiles Stilinski, Firefighter Derek Hale, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, True Alpha Derek Hale, Good Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Omegaverse Alpha Derek Hale, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse Omega Stiles Stilinski, Packless Omega Stiles Stilinski, POV Derek Hale, POV Stiles Stilinski

Stiles’ heart was pounding in his ears as he reached in through the broken window, feeling for a pulse point. He couldn't believe what he’d just witnessed. Not only was it a hit-and-run, but they’d also shot the girl before they took off.

“Hey, hey. Stay with me. What’s your name?” he asked her as she drifted in and out of consciousness. She mumbled ‘Erica’ before she slipped away again and Stiles tried to yank the door open but it was jammed.

Then he saw it. The bullet wound was smoking. He grabbed her shirt and pulled it aside to look at her shoulder. There were black lines surrounding the wound.

“Shit.” He knew then that she was a werewolf and the people that attacked her were hunters. They likely only left her because they thought the bullet would do her in. If she were human, Stiles wouldn't dare move her because of any injuries she might have from the accident.

But she wasn't human. If he could get the bullet out and heal the wound, she would heal any other injuries on her own.

Stiles reached in to grab her under her arms and hauled her out of the broken window. He laid her out on the ground and ripped her shirt open around the collar, then slung his backpack off. “Alright, hang in there. We’re gonna get this out.”

He fished his pocket knife out of his bag, then took a deep breath before digging in for the bullet. Stiles removed it effectively and tossed it on the ground.

“Almost done. Just have to take care of this wolfsbane. You’re doing great,” he told her even if she didn't respond. It was a habit that Stiles had, always talking to his patients as if they were conscious enough to hear him even when they weren't.

Stiles pulled out a vial of wolfsbane from his bag and prayed that it was the right strain as he opened it, dumped some onto the wound, and packed it in. He capped it and threw it back into his bag, then grabbed his lighter and lit it. It sparked and smoked and Erica started convulsing.

His heart started evening out as the black lines disappeared and the wound healed, leaving Erica lying still on the ground. “Oh, thank god.”

Then she breathed deeply and blinked at him, her eyes glazed and confused.

“You’re okay,” Stiles breathed. “I called the ambulance when the accident happened. I know you’re a werewolf and I healed your wolfsbane poisoning. The ambo should be here any minute.”

She tried to talk and Stiles shook his head, stopping her from rising before she passed out again. He looked up to see lights flashing as an ambulance pulled up.

“What happened?” a woman asked as she exited the ambulance, while another went around to the back to get a transfer board and gurney from what Stiles could see.

“It was a hit and run. Her vitals are good and I can't tell if there are any head injuries, but there are no visual fractures. She’s been in and out of consciousness.”

“You moved her?” the woman asked, giving him a judgemental look.

“I made sure to stabilize her neck as best as I could while she was moved,” he lied and there was no evidence that he’d done so.

“Alright, we got it from here.”

Stiles watched as the other medic came and they transferred her onto the board, strapped her to the gurney, and loaded her into the back of the ambulance.

Before Stiles could react, everything was silent. He looked at the wrecked car and sighed, running a hand over his face and packed up his backpack. So much for having a stress-free life in Beacon Hills. He really should have stayed at Berkeley.

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It had been an hour since Erica had been admitted to Beacon Hills Memorial and Derek was beside himself with worry. He’d gotten there as soon as he could. Erica had been in and out of consciousness even though the doctors told him there was nothing wrong with her. He could smell the wolfsbane on her skin, but the poison had left her system as far as Derek could tell.

He held her hand and sighed, raising it to scent her and press his cheek against it. “Come on, Erica. Wake up.” Please.

As if she heard his please, her voice broke into his thoughts with, “You know me. I survive on drama.”

Her voice was hoarse, but still light and teasing. Derek looked up, relief washing through him. “If you needed some attention, all you had to do was tell me. Really, enlisting the hospital wasn't necessary.”

Erica laughed and then raised her free hand to hold her head. “I feel like I have the worst hangover.” She sighed. “What happened to my car?”

”They took it to the impound lot to inventory it. I think the officer said it was totaled.” He squeezed her hand and assured her, “Well get you another one.”

”Fucking hunters. I swear. They came out of nowhere and rammed me, then shot me with fucking wolfsbane,” Erica grumbled.

“Hunters?” Derek’s brows rose in concern. “I scented the wolfsbane on you, but I didn't see any wounds… how did you remove it?”

Erica paused, looking thoughtful as she held Derek’s hand tighter. “There was a man… he helped me.” She frowned and rubbed at her eyes before she sighed. “I don't remember much… just spots.”

Spots? That made Derek frown more, his thumb idly stroking over the back of Erica’s hand as he tried to soothe her. “So he helped you?”

”Well I’m alive so that’s the only explanation that I have,” Erica replied and rested her head against a pillow.

Derek tried to pick up the scent of whoever it was that helped Erica, but he couldn't find much on her. There was something sweet lingering on her skin, but they’d removed her clothes when she was admitted to the hospital so he wouldn't find it there. “Well, whoever he is, I’ll have to owe him. Hale’s repay their debts.”

”I don't think he’ll feel like you owe him. I mean. Why would he save me if he was expecting something out of it and then not show up to the hospital?” Erica closed her eyes and squeezed Derek’s hand again. “Really, I’m okay. When can we leave?”

Derek glanced at the door, giving Erica another once over before he stood. “I’ll check with the doctors. I brought you a change of clothes since they said the others were ruined in the wreck.”

He released Erica’s hand and stood. “I’ll be back.”

He wiped his hands on his jeans and went to find a doctor. Derek wanted to get Erica out of there just as much as Erica wanted to leave. He hated hospitals.

And whoever saved Erica, Derek knew he owed them. He made a silent promise to find out who it was whenever things were quiet again.

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maximoffcarter · 1 month

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One step forward.

Pairings: Casey Novak x Alex Cabot

Summary: Set on 6x16: Ghost. Alex gets a call from Branch asking if she can come back for a case. After hearing that Casey had been attacked and kicked off the case, she has no doubt in coming back; for the case of course, no other reason.

A/n: Is my blog gonna turn Marvel and SVU? Could be a possibility…🫢 I’ve always been afraid of writing for these characters for so many reasons BUT I needed this and I felt like this could be a good coming back to writing. I don’t know if some things are accurate or not so bear with me but hope you enjoy this, leave comments, hearts, whatever you like and reblog so this gets some love🫶🏻

Part 2.

Alex’s mind was running 100 km/h as she walked into the precinct. The last thing she had expected was to come back so soon, after all, she had decided to leave as soon as trial was over to avoid saying goodbye again, and here she was, back to her old home. She had no doubt that she was ready to work, that she was ready to be back in her comfort zone. As much as she tried to distract herself and try to live her new life as ‘Emily’, she was still very much keeping herself occupied with Law books or even reading about cases online. She missed so much to stand in a courtroom, to do what she loved, hell she even missed the stress and frustration that the squad gave her, but she would never admit it to them. Even after this time, she didn’t know if she would ever want to come back to SVU, too many memories from this place, both good and bad, but of course bad ones were a bit more present. But what she truly didn’t expect was that they’d call her to replace Casey.

After she had met Casey, she had no doubt that Casey had been the right choice to take her place. She had heard that the squad had given her a hard time at first, but now seeing them getting along with Casey and that she was doing everything in her power to speak for the victims, she couldn’t be happier. Of course, she felt a bit jealous of the fact that she was doing such a good job, but again, she was not sure she would ever want to come back to this place as much as she missed it. That night when they had talked to Antonio about testifying, they stayed a bit longer in Casey’s office. Alex had felt bad since she could tell that she gave Casey a bit of a doubt when she asked if she was ready, she hadn’t meant to tell Casey how to do her job or that she was not prepared enough for what was coming, Alex was just nervous about the whole thing. And if she was honest…she was nervous to be in the same room -alone- with Casey Novak.

Alex would be lying if she said that she never knew who Casey Novak was. Hearing from Branch, he always had so much to say about an attorney over White Collar and how he kept his eye close on her because of how good she was and that she had a true future. Alex had seen her once or twice, always in awe of how beautiful the woman was, but also, the seriousness and professionalism that she carried wherever she went. There was this one time she had seen her in court, she had been waiting for her own arraignment and she had stepped into a courtroom, and to her surprise, the redhead was there. Alex sat there in awe as she heard her speak her mind away -and she had to admit that she was also fascinated by Casey’s voice-. After that, Alex had seen her every now and then but never actually crossed paths with her or even spoke a word to her.

So now, knowing that she was leading this case and that she had to listen and actually look at the woman right in front of her, it made her pretty nervous. Even after Alex had put a bit of doubt in Casey, Casey had been nothing but sweet to her, clearly sensing that Alex was anxious about the whole thing, Casey tried to calm her down and talk to her just like Alex had talked to Antonio. That talk had stayed with Alex and she replayed it every now and then whenever she felt down and alone.

“I cannot thank you enough for coming back and helping us with this case.” Casey offered a soft smile as Alex looked up at her.

“Well…it was my fault, after all, that Olivia and Elliot had to keep the secret that I was alive. I couldn’t let them lose their jobs because of me.” Alex said softly, running her hand through her hair.

“You know that they would do anything for you, right? I can tell they care so much about you, and it would’ve killed them if you hadn’t told them you were alive.”

Alex smiled softly as she nodded. “I know. And that’s why I insisted and now, that’s why I’m here. And to put that bastard behind bars.”

Casey nodded. “And we’ll get him. I’ll get justice for you and for Antonio.”

Alex nodded. “I know you will.” She smiled softly.

Casey tilted her head as she looked at Alex. She dared to move her hand and land it on top of Alex’s, squeezing it softly. “I am so sorry you had to go through this, Alex. But you’re so brave for doing this. And I promise that I will win this.”

Alex swore that her eyes started to water as she stared at Casey, but she tried so hard to hold them, offering a sad smile. “Thank you.”

Casey nodded. “I’m here for you. And we can go over the questions as much as you need.“

Alex sighed as she placed her other hand on top of Casey’s, suddenly feeling all warm. “I think we’re ready.”

“Good.” Casey smiled. “Do you want me to call Elliot?”

Alex shook her head. “Do you mind if I hang around for a bit more?”

Casey smiled. “Not at all. Anything you wanna tell me about Wisconsin?”

Alex chuckled softly. “Not really.” She smiled. “Why don’t you tell me about kicking Elliot’s ass in softball? I heard you’re amazing.”

Casey chuckled as she shrugged. “Can’t deny that.”

They talked for about an hour or so, Alex never admitted it, but she felt so much better talking to Casey than she ever did when she was back in that room with Elliot and Olivia. She knew they were just trying to keep her distracted and they wanted to make her feel comfortable and safe, but Casey saw her more than just a victim, Casey was not only there to look out for her, but she saw her as just Alex. Alex hadn’t laughed as hard as she did with Casey, felt that warm and cozy feeling inside her when she saw Casey smiling and laughing. Screw what she heard from other people, Casey was way more than just some attorney who focused in rules and wanted to go by the book. She saw so much in Casey that that old feeling she had when she first saw her was back. When Olivia thought she had gone to sleep, she had called Casey just to hear her voice and the reassurance that everything would be okay. She believed that had been her push to stand up in that courtroom and not be afraid.

So now, she was going to do exactly that for Casey, although she was not going to fight for her in the courtroom. She was going to help her aggressor’s sister to win a case against her abuser. Her blood boiled at the thought of that man beating up Casey just for helping his sister. Cragen had made sure to update Alex in everything, because discretely, she had asked Cragen what exactly happened to Casey, putting it as if she needed to know because of the case and what she had to do or how she could use it in case it was brought up in court, knowing perfectly that Casey had been called as a witness for the defense. Not only did she have to live with the trauma or getting beaten up but she had to relive it in the courtroom, and that’s where she would help Casey; she wanted to return the favor to help her go through it.

After revisiting everything with Cragen and Branch, she decided to head to Casey’s office, perfectly knowing that she’d be there. As soon as she walked in front of the office, she stopped for a moment as she looked through the window, a small gasp leaving her mouth as she took in the way Casey looked. She was sitting on the small couch, she looked so tired; she was pretty sure the bruises were looking much better than they had actually been, her eye still looked a bit swollen and red but she was sure this was only the aftermath, the cut on her lip seemed to be slowly healing, and she couldn’t imagine the pain she felt with broken ribs. She took a deep breath to look more put together than she actually felt, walking to the door and knocking softly.

Casey looked up from whatever she was reading, a small smile showing on her face. “Alex.”

“Hi.” Alex smiled softly. “May I come in?”

“Of course.” Casey nodded softly.

Alex walked to the bigger couch and sat down close enough to Casey. “How are you feeling?”

“Well.” Casey huffed a chuckle. “A few days ago I felt like 10 trucks ran over me. Today, I feel like 3 did.” She smiled.

Alex chuckled. “I’m sorry.”

“It was meant to be funny.” Casey grinned. “So, did they update you?”

Alex nodded. “Just came back from Branch’s office. I’m ready for tomorrow.” She smiled. “I understand you went to talk to Nina?”

Casey nodded. “Cragen thought that if she looked at me, she’d actually want to testify. And hey, at least I got her.”

Alex smiled. “Yes, I’ll see her an hour before the trial to talk to her.”

“You mind if I go see her before the trial?”

Alex shook her head. “Not at all.”

Casey nodded, offering a smile. She then sighed as she looked down at her cane. “I’m sorry you had to come back for this. I was going to do it but Branch kicked me off the case.”

“I don’t mind it at all. It’s…nice to be back. Just…didn’t think it’d be this soon.”

“Everyone’s excited to have ADA Alexandra Cabot back.” Casey smiled as she looked back at Alex. “I’m pretty sure Olivia and Elliot are more than happy to have you back.”

“They’re worried about you, you know? I heard Elliot was close to beating up Gabriel even before he confirmed it had actually been him.”

Casey huffed a chuckle. “Yeah, Liv told me. She stayed in the hospital with me until I was discharged.”

“Liv does that kind of thing.” Alex smiled.

They fell into silence for a moment, Casey moved her eyes back to whatever she had on her legs and Alex couldn’t help but stare at her. She was sure that she was giving Casey the same look that Olivia gave her back when the bomb happened, that stare that was clearly telling her that she was a victim and she hated it. She knew Casey had been a victim, but she couldn’t do anything because she was not prosecuting a case for her, but for another victim. She did the same as Casey had done back in that day; she moved her hand to Casey’s and squeezed it softly, making Casey look back at her, a faint smile in her face.

“I’m sorry this happened to you.“ Alex said softly.

Casey shrugged. “At least Branch got to avoid me having to sit on the stand. I’m…fine.” She looked down at the floor, avoiding Alex’s stare.

Alex tilted her head. “Case…”

Casey looked back at Alex as her eyes watered. “It’s not the first time I go through this.”

Alex furrowed her brows. “What do you mean?”

Casey sniffled. “My ex. He was schizophrenic. He attacked me so many times that I lost count. Until there was this one time where he sent me to the hospital.” She sighed softly and closed her eyes. “I presented myself as an ADA, told them everything was fine. And then I left him.” She opened her eyes again, not being able to avoid the tears anymore. “I didn’t tell Olivia, but that night at the hospital…I cried because I went back to that memory…and I was so scared.”

“Oh, honey…”

“I was so scared. I still can’t remember what happened. The doctors said it would show up at some point but I try to remember so hard…” She shook her head. “I still can’t see very well with my left eye, the bruises are fading but I feel like they’ll stay there forever and when I stand up…I have to grab the fucking cane because I can’t walk properly.” She looked back at Alex as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Everything h-hurts.”

Alex sighed softly as she stood up, dropping her bag on the couch before she moved to Casey, signaling her to make some room for her to sit down and as soon as she did, she wrapped Casey in a tight -careful- hug, making Casey vanish against her as she sobbed. Even if Casey had cried with Liv, she knew she needed to let this all out because there was so much building up but since she had never mentioned Charlie, she knew that once she mentioned it, Olivia would ask more and Casey would have to fully disclose why she was crying so badly. She thought she was pass it, that she had worked on it in the last few years, but this had brought the trauma and the memories back and she felt so broken and vulnerable, and somehow…she knew she could trust Alex, because she understood.

Alex held her and kissed her head as Casey sobbed in her arms. Part of her was surprised that she was able to see this side of Casey, always seeing Casey standing straight and serious, zero emotions shown as she walked through the courtroom or the halls of the building. But she understood. This was a triggering experience for her. She had lived this once, and when she thought that was over, they brought it back to her and as much as she knew that Casey was strong, something like this was not easy to hide and she definitely had been holding onto this for days now. She didn’t know how long they stayed in that position, but she was willing to stay there all night if needed. She finally felt Casey relax against her, she slowly stopped sobbing and her breathing slowly started to go back to normal, Alex kept her arms wrapped around her just in case. It was then that Casey moved to be able to look up at Alex; beautiful green eyes staring into her own blue eyes, a hint of sadness but relief could be seen in them and it made Alex’s heart warm. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and offered a small smile.

“I’ve got you.” Alex whispered softly. “I’m here for you.”

Casey didn’t say anything, she just stared at Alex as she ran her fingers through her hair, helping her calm down even more. Alex swore that she saw Casey’s eyes darting down to her lips for a split second, but she couldn’t possible take advantage of the situation, not when Casey was this vulnerable. So, she leaned in and kissed her forehead softly, exactly where a bruise was fading. She felt Casey sighing softly, making her smile against her forehead.

“How about I buy you some dinner? And then I drop you off at your apartment.” Alex asked softly as she pulled away.

Casey grinned. “You don’t have Elliot as your bodyguard?”

Alex chuckled. “Not this time, but I do have a car.”

Casey smiled. “Sounds good.”

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Alex walked out of the courtroom proud of herself, it was her first time back after so long and she nailed it. She thought maybe she’d see Casey there, but agreeing hearing that Branch asked her not to be present, she knew she was probably in her office waiting to hear the verdict or she was back home, resting as the doctor had told her to do. She knew that she had promised that as soon as the case was over, she’d go back to Witness Protection again, but she had asked Hammond to give her a day or two more, because this time she really wanted to say her goodbyes. She made sure to pass by the precinct to pay a visit to Cragen and the rest of the squad, she thanked them for trusting her again with the case and for not giving her a hard time this time, though she knew that Casey technically had had some of the case already prepared for her. After saying goodbye to Elliot and Olivia, she asked if they knew anything about Casey, and Olivia let her know that Casey had given up and had taken the days off that she had been offered.

Alex didn’t lose any more time and she headed to Casey’s apartment, remembering exactly the streets she had driven the night before. Dinner had gone perfectly, just like that day back in Casey’s office, they had laughed and joked, mostly focusing their conversations in other things. Even if she knew that Casey felt a bit insecure on her looks, she couldn’t help but stare at her the whole time, giving herself the chance to notice how Casey’s features had matured. After all, Casey was pretty young when she started in White Collar, and back when she came back, she hadn’t had the pleasure to be able to study Casey’s face. She had a smile plastered on her face the whole night, and she was glad Casey was also smiling. After dinner, true to her word, Alex took her back to her apartment and they shared another warm and soft hug, Alex in denial of letting her go but knew that she had to be back in her hotel before Hammond started calling. She kissed her forehead one last time before she left.

Now, she stood right in front of the door thinking if it had been a good idea to come. What if Casey didn’t want to see her? Or what if she was asleep and Alex would disturb her sleep? She tried to shake off any second thought she had and knocked on the door softly. She waited patiently as she tried to push back the thought of knocking again, not sure if she had knocked enough for Casey to hear, but also reminding herself that Casey had a hard time walking, so maybe she was on her way. Her thoughts were shut down when the door opened, finding Casey in a simple shirt with a pair of sweatpants. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight, Casey returning the smile.

“We won.” Alex simply said.

“So I heard.” Casey smiled.

Alex cursed under her breath as she thought that maybe Olivia or Branch had called Casey to let her know the verdict, so now she felt stupid to stand here in her doorway, looking all stupid as she didn’t know what to do now.

“Wanna come in?”

Alex nodded faster than she should’ve, trying to hide the blush as she walked into the apartment. Whatever she imagined Casey’s apartment to look like, this was definitely not what she expected. Her office looked a bit of a mess, but here she had everything in place and somehow it picture Casey perfectly. She heard Casey groan softly as she walked to the kitchen island, leaning over it and turning to look at Alex.

“Sorry, you caught me in my nurse time. I’m supposed to change my bandage but-“ Casey groaned as she sat down on one of the high chairs. “I was actually thinking of calling a cab to head to the hospital or a nearby clinic.”

“Oh, no need for that. I can help you.” Alex placed her bag on the couch and walked to Casey. “Let me wash my hands first.” She looked at the countertop to make sure Casey had everything she needed there and then she walked around to sink, washing her hands quickly to not make Casey wait.

“You done this before?”

“You don’t trust me?” Alex grinned as she dried her hands and walked back to Casey, noticing the faint blush on Casey’s cheeks. “Don’t worry, I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Casey looked up at her for a moment, her face softening as she offered a small smile to Alex, nodding slightly as in to confirm that she was ready. Alex offered her hands to help Casey stand up, earning a faint groan as she did. Letting go of Alex’s hand, she raised her shirt carefully, making sure that it stays in place for Alex to work. Alex’s breath hitched for a moment not only for the bruises that laid on Casey’s body, but because of how beautiful her body was. She self slapped herself in her mind as she shook her head, grabbing the compression bandage and slowly placing it on Casey’s abdomen. For a moment she thought about backing away when she heard Casey moaning in agony, closing her eyes and looking away for a moment. Alex looked up and noticed Casey was biting her lip maybe a bit too hard, she had the urge to move her hand up and run her thumb across her lower lip so she’d let go of it, but she knew she had to focus on her task.

She muttered to Casey to use one of her hands to secure the end of the bandage, careful to press on it enough for it not to move. Alex carefully and slowly wrapped the bandage around Casey’s body, her heart breaking a little at every whine or moan that left Casey’s mouth, knowing that she was still in an awful pain, after all, broken ribs took their time to heal, a bad move and she’d break them again. She kept wrapping, trying to be quick but also careful to not hurt Casey, not noticing that she was too biting her lower lip. Finally, she secured the bandage and slowly straightened up, letting Casey know that she was done. Casey finally let out the breath that she didn’t even know she had been holding, feeling the pressure back but also feeling a lot better now that the pain was at least tolerable.

Casey looked at Alex and offered a smile. “Thank you.”

Alex smiled softly and nodded. “You’re welcome.”

Casey sighed as she pulled her shirt back down and sat back down on the chair. “Do you want something to drink? I have water, some juice, alcohol.” She chuckled. “You can go ahead and grab anything you’d like.”

“I’m good, thanks.” Alex smiled.

“So, did you only come to tell me about the trial? Sorry I grabbed you as my nurse.” Casey grinned.

“I don’t really mind it, honestly.” Alex chuckled. “And uh…yes. I mean…I also wanted to check up on you.”

Casey smiled. “Did Olivia give you a turn or something? Cause she said she’d stop by later to check up on me.”

“No, she didn’t know I was coming.” Alex huffed a chuckle. “Told you, they’re worried about you.”

“Yeah, well. If I hear one more time ‘are you sure you’re okay on your own’ I’m gonna lock myself here so they have no way of entering my apartment.”

Alex laughed softly as she shook her head. “Well, you do need some help with the bandage, though.”

“You’re my hero, Alexandra Cabot. I’ll forever be grateful.”

Alex rolled her eyes. “Right. You’re welcome.”

Casey tilted her head as her smile faded a bit. “You have to go back, don’t you?”

Alex nodded softly. “I do. Though I asked Hammond to give me a day or two.”

“Why?” Casey furrowed her brows.

Alex shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’m ready to go back to the lonely life.”

Casey nodded. “I get that. It’d be hard for me to go back too.”

Alex nodded. “Yeah.” She bit her lip softly as she stared at Casey. “And I wanted to see you before I left.”

Casey smiled softly as she looked up at Alex. “I’m glad we got to see each other again.”

“You know.” Alex sighed as she shook her head. “I knew you already. Before I…walked into your office. I knew about you.”

Casey furrowed her brows as she smiled. “You did?”

“Mhm.” Alex smiled. “Branch wouldn’t stop talking about this young attorney in White Collar, saying he saw a future for her. Liz also mentioned you every now and then.” She shook her head. “And I happened to see you every now and then at court. I once stayed for an arraignment.”

Casey grinned. “Yeah, I remember that. I saw you.”

Alex raised her brows. “You did?”

“Mhm.” Casey smiled. “What? Did you really think I didn’t know about you before I joined SVU? You think Branch didn’t talk about you? Or that I didn’t see you at court either?”

Alex blushed slightly at the admission, nodding her head. “I see.”

“I was so scared to take your place, you know?”

Alex furrowed her brows. “Why?”

“Because you’re Alexandra Cabot. I was afraid I’d screw up so badly that Branch would actually reconsider his decision of putting me there.” Casey shrugged. “I saw you many times in court and you…you’re amazing out there, Alex.”

“Do you know who you are, Casey Novak?” Alex smirked.

Casey chuckled softly. “What I mean is…I admired you from afar. I always wanted to walk to you and at least say hi.”

Alex smiled softly. “Me too.”

Casey wetted her lips as she looked down at the floor, suddenly feeling nervous. “And not only that but I…I also thought you were so beautiful, I didn’t even know if I wanted to be you or…”

Alex noticed the pause and she tilted her head, furrowing her brows. “Or what?”

“Or I wanted to ask you out.” Casey almost said in a whisper, looking back up at Alex as she said the last word.

Alex only stood there staring at Casey, not sure what she was supposed to say or do. All this time, all these years thinking that Casey had never noticed her, thinking that her mind was so wrong for thinking about Casey in that way and now here she was; hearing how Casey debated whether she wanted to be Alex or wanted to ask her on a date. Her heartbeat raised as she stared at Casey, she admired so much that even if Casey had shown shyness, she still had no filter and she spoke her mind, something that’d give Alex instant anxiety. She didn’t know for how long she stared at Casey, but when she noticed that Casey’s face started to fill with doubt, she finally spoke.

“You mean that?”

Casey nodded softly. “I do.”

Alex nodded softly, taking a step closer to Casey. “And…did you figure out which option was the correct?” She didn’t know where this confidence was coming from, but she was taking advantage of it before she actually overthought it.

Casey’s breath hitched as she noticed the change of tone in Alex’s voice. Suddenly courtroom Alexandra Cabot was present. “Yes.”

“Which is?” Alex whispered softly as she situated herself between Casey’s legs.

Casey swallowed as she looked up at Alex. “I wanted to ask you out.”

Alex nodded. “I had a similar debate.”

“You did?”

Alex nodded again, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and then placing both her hands on Casey’s cheek. “I didn’t know if I admired you or if I just wanted to walk up to you and kiss you.”

Casey swallowed hard again as she tried to remember how to breathe. “Did you choose?”

Alex grinned as she leaned down, her eyes meeting green ones. “I did. May I?”

Casey didn’t think even for a second before she nodded, closing her eyes in anticipation as Alex closed the gap between them. Casey’s hand moved to Alex’s waist, pulling her closer to her, almost wrapping her legs around her to make sure she didn’t go anywhere. The kiss started off sweet and tender, but soon enough became passionate, neither of them wanting to pull away, knowing perfectly that they had dreamt about this kiss for so long and now that was finally happening, neither of them wanted it to end, afraid that if it did, it’d be the last time. Casey’s tongue grazed across her lower lip, asking for permission, making Alex moan and granting it. As much as they wanted the heated kiss to continue, they both pulled away slowly to catch their breaths, breathing heavily as they rested their foreheads against each others. Alex fingers ran into Casey’s hair softly, moving to kiss her forehead.

“Was the wait worth it?” Casey smirked.

“Definitely.” Alex smiled as she looked down at Casey again, suddenly feeling a faint sadness. “I cannot just come back, Casey. I don’t want you to wait for me.”

Casey looked up at Alex and wrapped her arms around her waist, leaning up to kiss her jawline. “I’ll wait for you for as long as possible.” She kissed her lips softly.

Alex smiled against her lips. “I’ll hold you to that.” She kissed the tip of her nose. “You should probably call Liv and tell her she won’t need to come check up on you.”

Casey chuckled softly. “I will after I get more kisses.”

Alex giggled as she leaned down and kissed Casey’s lips softly. It took them a while, it was definitely not going to be easy once Alex had to go, but both of them knew it was going to be worth it.

#casey novak #alex cabot #alexandra cabot #casey novak x alex cabot #calex #law and order svu #l&o svu #svu #svu fic #I thought it was cute maybe will do it again

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streaminn · 8 months

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Coffee Enid [#4] 👍🥐

Enid was absolutely swamped with helping Yoko at the bakery, the numerous "meetings" they all had together about the business, and continuing to gain funds to pay off the stand. It was stressful owning a business, but Enid enjoyed the trials and successes everytime dhe got to unlock the shop, and prep for the day it was like a soothing routine for her!

She loved it, however, she hoped people wouldn't notice she was slightly late opening the shop.

The day went on with Enid making various cups of coffee and handing out different pastries and sandwiches to her customers, soaking up the smiles and joyful vibes that ran through.

Just when she thanked her sixth customer of the day, she appeared. To which Enid leaned upon the counter smirking.

"Hello, small, dark, and handsome. What can I get you today?"

Wednesday glared that causing the wolf to chuckle.

"Yes, you can. By explaining why you are two hours-thirty-six minutes, and forty seconds late on opening your establishment. You are always punctual, what happened?" The goth stared deep within her soul awaiting an answer.

Enid only leaned back rubbing the back of her neck nervously. "Just things is all."

"Things? Shall I kill things if that meant it would cause a genuine smile on your face?"

"What? How did you- have you been watching me this whole time??"

"That's for me to know, and you to never find out."

Enid stared at the short woman in front of her - a grin forming on her lips. "You're weird as shit."

"The feeling is mutual, now answer my question or I'll find out on my own."

"Okay, Ms. Detective - I'm not talking since you wanna be like that," Enid crossed her arms and turned her head, not noticing the challenging glint in the goth's eyes. "I don't mic business with pleasure."

"So be it."

Enid giggled as she rested her hands on the counter. "Now you answer my previous question."

The goth smirked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "No. You figure it out."

Enid grinned as she winked at the woman before going into the back to wash her hands, then begin making the woman her order.

A large quad over ice, a BLT sandwhich with spicy mayo, and a new item on the menu; mini black berry cobbler.

Enid placed the order in the bag and handed it to her.

The goth gave a confused glance at her then the register, then back to her directly in her eyes.

"Aren't you gonna give me mt total?"

"Mm, no. Gotta make sure my stalker detective is fed for her investigation."

The goth growled placing her bag lightly on the counter and fished for her wallet.

"No! Don't you dare, take it and leaves."

"Ludicrous, I am paying."

"Take. The. Food."

"No."

"Dammit woman take it!"

"No!"

"If you put that hundred dollar on this counter I will throw you out of here."

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

Enid glared at the woman before walking around the counter and grabbing the woman as if she weighed nothing, gripping her collar and carrying her out of the shop before setting the dazed woman on the ground and returning from inside with her order and her dollar.

"Have a good day kitten!" Enid said waving at the shocked goth while she returned inside her shop.

The wolf laughed as she watched the dumbfounded woman leave with a deathly vengeance.

She was cute. Hopefully, she'll come back again soon.

Omygod, Enid got the backbone to flirt with Wednesday, good for her. Small short and handsome, you bet Wednesday was screaming in her head and it's why she glared

Then Wednesday got scruffed so easily, that's gonna haunt her nightmares for DAYSS

I feel like Enid would pause when she'd realize that she touched a customer. ".. Can I get sued for this?"

#Wenclair #Theblackwolfalpha #Writing #Coffee Enid au

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honey tea | 02

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summary; hansol vernon chwe is crying at his doorstep like a taylor swift music video, and you’re for some reason there to help pairing; hvc / reader (f) genre/warnings; neighbors to friends, friends to lovers!au, slice of life, fluff, angst, tw—cheating, mentions of pregnancy related to cheating, profanity w/c; 1k a/n; *this will be a very noncommittal drabble series, i know this isn’t the return many were expecting but pls be gentle with me—unedited unplanned and all around chaotic impulses, you know the drill! take care drink water and have a wonderful week! [masterpost]

“And she has the audacity to come crying to me—me! I’m not even the father and I’m the one she’s stressing out!”

Is it possible to become inebriated over three glasses of honey milk tea? In your biggest sweater, your head pops out of the collar, nodding and humming at all the right spots. Who knew Vernon could be talkative? After all, he always seems perfectly content.

Your eyes blink rapidly over the next few hours, trying to absorb the movie-like play-by-play from Vernon. Nevermind that you have work in less than eight hours, or that Vernon ate more of your meal than you thought and you have to drink more and more tea to fill yourself up. Due to the fact that you’re drinking tea also guarantees you won’t be sleeping anyway, so it’s best that you call out of work now before it’s too late.

Just as you’re about to reach for your phone tucked into your sweater, Vernon breathes out, “Thank you.”

“Oh—oh no! It’s nothing,” you sound like a commercial as you say that, a smile that is a little too strained due to your tired eyes and caffeinated body. However, you still feel pity and there’s no sense in showing how you truly feel. “I’m glad you could talk about this with someone, sometimes it’s easier to talk about things when it’s between strangers.”

He neither refutes or denies your comment about being strangers, just hums contentedly as he tries to scoop up more honey from his mug. Vernon looks exhausted, molding himself between the couch with every minute.

Speaking of minutes, your eyes flit over to your My Melody clock hanging on the wall. At the center of My Melody’s belly, pink hands indicate the time is 12:01AM. Since starting your career, you run on grandma hours. Grandma hours mean being in bed by nine, otherwise you might as well throw the whole work day away.

You haven’t called out of work in awhile, so it’s okay. However, you’re ready to hit the hay and Vernon is dozing off on your couch. It looks like he’s trying hard not to go to bed, the caffeine finally wearing off his weary body.

Gingerly removing yourself from your seat, you grab the empty mugs and trash off the coffee table. “So,” you whistle, softly nudging Vernon with your toe, “I’m gonna get ready for bed, if that’s okay.”

“Oh, oh shit,” he jerks alive, swinging his Casio on his wrist and throwing your blanket across your cushions, “my bad, I’ll get out of your way.”

“No, no, don’t worry about it,” okay, maybe now you’re lying a little through your teeth, you are going to call out of work and he did eat seventy-five percent of your noodles, but this is definitely an off day. You’ve been waiting for things to go awry, especially when you’ve had a pretty good week.

Vernon is whirlwinding, throwing things in the plastic takeout bag and spilling chopsticks on the carpet. He’s not really helping, but he’s trying. You don’t have it in you to tell him to stop, so for a brief moment you close your eyes and pretend you’re in your bed.

However, instead of envisioning your bed, you’re thinking about Vernon having to step back into his apartment, where Yoojung would probably be waiting.

Or not waiting, if Yoojung is staying with the alleged baby daddy. You don’t know which is worse.

“Will you be okay?” Your words are short but filled with worry.

“I—I will be. Thanks, really,” Vernon doesn’t even look at you as he throws himself together. He launches all the trash in your metal bin, cheeks puffy and pink as he runs to the front door to slip in his shoes. He doesn’t even untie the laces, just jabs his feet in the sole. “Okay, I’m good. I’m good, uh, bye!”

Uh, bye?

The door closes, and as soon as he leaves, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

As soon as he’s gone hits you like a trainwreck, and you’re out before you hit the pillow. You dream of Vernon, crying alone, and you an arm’s length away. You’re worried, but don’t know where to go from here. I mean, wouldn’t it be awkward to approach him after all of that?

It seems like life knows where to go, and you’re hanging on for the ride.

Your blackout curtains are probably the best investment you’ve made on the apartment. It really does make you feel like you can sleep for hours and hours without feeling bad about being a bum. Unfortunately blackout curtains are not soundproof, and nothing could dispel the horrid banging that’s been happening for the past hour. No, not sexy banging. Like shaking the ground, someone is moving a refrigerator down two floors banging. It’s loud, very loud. This shocks you because your neighbors have never been loud since you’ve moved in.

There’s a vibration throughout the apartment which reverberates through the hard frame of your bed, giving you no choice but to get up to figure out what the commotion is all about. Someone has hung up something in the wall connecting yours (maybe a mounted television?) and either dropped it or something because it’s making you anxious.

It’s 6:01, and you’re stuffing your feet in your hot pink Crocs, hunched over as you step out into the hallway.

“Oh, hi neighbor.”

Turns out, your neighbors are never loud because you never had neighbors to begin with.

Your landlord pops up, Jihoon jerking a head to the person behind the door frame. “Meet your new, or old neighbor, Vernon Chwe,” he says blandly, with a straight face indicating that it’s also way too early for him to be awake.

Vernon, who is still wearing the clothes you saw on him hours before, waves shyly from his (new!) empty living room.

#vernon x reader #svt x reader #svt fanfic #vernon fic #svt fic #seventeen fanfic #svt imagines #svt fluff #vernon

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 7 months

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tagged this week by: @theresaruggedroad @thesingularityseries @inafieldofdaisies @kyber-infinitygems @direwombat @nightbloodbix @mxanigel @simplegenius042 @wrathfulrook @trench-rot and @cassietrn (thank you all so much!!)

Alas there have not been a lot of words coming out of me lately with life stress and whatnot but I have a few snippets to share (Warnings for misogyny and talk of gender roles):

“Joseph brought something along for ya.” Jacob smirked and reached under the desk before tossing a balled up lump of white material at her. The grin he had on slipped and his face became emotionless once more, staying that way as she unfurled the clothing item.

Flowy and made of lace, it was cut for a smaller woman and what would have been knee length was going to sit mid thigh for her. She swallowed heavily, knowing this article had been worn by someone else before. “Is this one of Faith’s?”

“One of ‘em, I’m sure.”

Her brow furrowed as she gripped the material, ready to shred it in her fingers. “Is that what he plans to do?” She looked up from the dress, her eyes flaring with an anger that started deep from within her. “To make me –”

“No. You’re not another Faith, you have a different role. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“You’re not lying to me, are you? This isn’t some sort of punishment because he suspects we’re –”

“Kit. There’s no extra meaning to it. It’s just a dress.”

Her glare became downright icy. “Why can’t I just wear what I’m wearing then? It’s not like you’re having to wear your Sunday best.”

“Because it’s what Joseph expects,” he said coldly, a hint of a threat behind the words. She might have been given a place amongst them but they had grown up in the church just like she had, given roles they were expected to carry out and as the woman she was meant to be submissive, subservient, to do as the man said. If she didn’t have a husband to rule her then she’d have a Father to do that for her instead.

...

The dress sat unbearably tight against her arms, the lace restricting her movement, digging into her, imprinting its pattern upon her skin and cutting off the circulation. She’d never been especially fond of dresses as it was, wearing them under her parents’ express ruling that it was expected for church and the odd occasion where a date deemed it necessary she make an effort. In her mind they never suited her, they were something soft, pretty and sweet, the embodiment of what it meant to be a girl and she always felt as though she came up short – never quite fully a woman – but the world was happy to remind her that was the role she was required to fit. It squeezed at her, hugging her sides, showing off the curved form of her womanhood, not letting her hide behind the loose cut clothing she normally wore, letting her blend in (as much was possible) in a room full of men.

Jacob’s stare rested on her, looking at her more indecently than he had when she stood before him in the nude. She understood it, she was no stranger to her own wandering eyes landing on the lean muscle of legs shown off in a summer dress, or the way cleavage peeked over a heart shaped neckline, and the sunlight glistened off collar bones. It was the fact that as much as the body underneath was left to the imagination, all it took was a hand slipping up the hem of a skirt to find heaven so readily available.

“Are you gonna keep staring, or are you gonna help zip me up before your brothers arrive?” She asked, pressing her hands to her hips.

“Just taking in the view, angel. It’s not too often I’m gonna get a sight like this, I figure I might as well appreciate it while I got it.”

Kit rolled her eyes and turned her back to him, bringing her hands to the nape of her neck and sweeping the waves of her hair up, coiling it around her hand before resting it against the top of her head. She looked over her shoulder at him with a coy grin. “I promise I’ll let you make good use of the visual later, but for now –”

He stood up and walked over to her and ran his rough hands down her back, pressing the lace into her skin and with it came with the same abrasion as the fibers of a rope on skin. She shut her eyes and grit her teeth as he dragged the zipper slowly up her back. Letting her hair fall loose, she was entirely thankful Jacob didn’t have a mirror in the room, the last thing she wanted to see was the image of herself dressed like Faith. A pretty girl all frocked in white – innocent and pure – when she already knew she was anything but.

“I bet you had all the mamas jealous their little girls weren’t as pretty as you were growing up,”Jacob teased.

“Hardly,” she said with a tired sigh.

There was a knock at the door and a few extra feet were put between herself and Jacob before it swung open and Joseph and John entered the room. The Father stepped forward, once more setting out his hand in wait for his brother’s approval before touching his arm. He looked over at the table and beamed at the sight of it, prepared with four chairs around it, plates, cutlery and glasses set at every corner, and steaming portions of food waiting to be served.

“It smells delicious. Come, let us sit and eat.”

They took their places, John sat on one side beside his older brother, and on the other were Kit and Jacob (who’d been enough of a gentleman to remember to pull out her seat for her).

Joseph brought his hands together and bowed his head, John quickly followed suit and Kit brought up the rear. She looked over at Jacob who didn’t move a muscle, his arms left crossed over his chest as he rested back in his seat waiting for Joseph’s prayer to be over. His eyes met hers briefly before she closed her own and listened to the words Joseph spoke, “Lord God, Heavenly Father, bless us and these gifts which we receive from Your bountiful goodness. The eyes of all look to you, O Lord, and you give them their food at the proper time. You open your hand and satisfy the desires of every living thing. We are thankful for the meal we are about to eat, for those that made it possible, and for those with whom we are about to share it. Amen.”

Jacob had already begun to dig into his meal as the others lowered their hands, but Joseph seemed unbothered by it. Willing to forgive his brother’s lack of faith, understanding why he rejected it after all the things he’d faced in life, knowing one day, eventually, he too would return to God and find peace.

As she began to eat, Kit had that same unbearable sense of having all eyes upon her once more and wasn’t surprised when she looked up from her meal to see all three brothers’ gaze upon her again. Joseph stared at her quietly, drinking from his glass of water, before returning to his meal, bringing a piece of stewed elk to his mouth. “I’m so glad that dress fits. I wasn’t sure if it would be your size, but my, it suits you.”

She plastered on her best fake smile as she gripped tighter at her fork, her knuckles burning white against the metal. “Thank you Father, I appreciate that.”

and a bit more from the Herald/Role Swap AU:

Stepping off the plane, the soles of Kit’s shoes hit the tarmac and the weight of the world crashed down upon her as if gravity was stronger here, desperately trying to pull her down into the center of the Earth, down into the pits of Tartarus where the souls of the ruthless went, into Hell where the traitor found it’s kin. She slid her sunglasses from the breast pocket of her jacket and covered her eyes from the burning flames of the sun’s rays. The heat here was nothing like that which scorched and blistered her back in the desert, it barely even scratched at her frozen core. The sweat upon her brow removed with an easy swipe of the back of her hand across it as she gazed out at the jungle of concrete and glass that made up DFW International Airport.

She was home.

But this place brought her anything but comfort. Texas was a stop gap along the way to where she really needed to be. The Voice had proclaimed that she needed to be with her family – to some that would mean their parents, their blood – to her that meant finding those of a like mind, not the people who merely shaped her to their will.

James and Elaine Cross had lived a perfect life of their own making and had now settled into a gated suburb community with all the same falsity as the idols they visited at the megachurch on Sundays. Rows of houses with perfectly sculpted gardens, mowed lawns all trimmed to the same inch of freshly watered green, painted the same sickening shade of welcoming white that the veneered teeth of the owners shone with when they smiled. As Kit exited the cab and stood outside the gate, the sun glinted off of the polished metal bars making her teeth ache with how hard she clenched her jaw. She waited for the taxi to pull off, leaving her to her long awaited business. Pale eyes steered towards the security camera that panned the exterior of the gates and watched as it scanned it’s all seeing eye away from her until she was in its blind spot. The mechanisms of the gate that kept it locked together clicked and clanked as a crackle of static settled on the air. Tasting ozone on her tongue, the electrical charge that powered the privileged man’s prison of protection died and the bars swung open granting her access to their Eden.

Two vehicles were parked outside her parents’ house, sat in the driveway was a large black SUV, the other a white BMW 3 series convertible. Kit clucked her tongue against her teeth at the sight. Long gone were the days of her father’s dark green pick up truck that he had for over a decade, that they rode in for every camping trip and hunting trip, that traveled across their great nation with them. Her parents lived in luxury, flaunting it more so than they ever did in her youth. They’d become comfortable. Complacent.

Placing her hand upon the knob of the front door, all she merely had to do was turn it and it was as if they’d kept it wide open for her arrival. Her senses were dialed up the same way they would be if she were in battle, her adrenaline pumping throughout the entirety of her body. She could hear every little creak of the floorboards, every groan of the pipes as they settled within the walls, the spark of electricity that flooded the light bulbs in the ceiling above her and in the sconces that decorated the front hall, and the rhythmic beating of two hearts within the house. The warm incandescent light of the bulbs seemed to vibrate in her vision, radiating out towards her in shafts, bathing her skin in jaundiced hues. The sickeningly sweet vanilla perfume of paraffin candles bought for far more than they were worth burned at her nostrils to the point she was sure they might bleed and the metallic tang of copper blanketed her tongue as her teeth pierced into the flesh of the muscle as she swallowed back any of the fear that tempted to test her nerve.

Kit stood at the french doors that led from the entrance hall into the main heart of the house, her hands balling into fists so tight that the trimmed nails of her fingers still managed to carve crescents into the meat of her palms. With a deep breath, she stepped forward, her boot crossing over the threshold into a place she could never come back from. She had to walk the path.

Tagging: @shallow-gravy @strangefable @stacispratt @eclecticwildflowers @ladyofedens-blog @florbelles @v0idbuggy @josephseedismyfather @theelderhazelnut @marivenah @josephslittledeputy @peppertheferalraccoon @neverthesameneveranother @statichvm @strafethesesinners @adelaidedrubman @clicheantagonist @voidika @confidentandgood @roofgeese

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#wip whenever #wip wednesday #american beasts #fic: kakia #oc: kit cross

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scribble-dee-doo · 4 months

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WAHOO day two! The Doctor needs a little adjustment to daily life but he's having a good time <3 679 words, he/they pronouns for the doctor, and donna having a stressed moment when faced with a space gadget right after waking up! @doctordonnaweek

noble/party

“Doctor.”

The Doctor looks up from Rose’s ten-minute explanation of the pros and cons of flanking, craned over his own shoulder, to properly see the extent of the exasperation showing on Donna’s face. It’s extensive. She’s leaning on the doorframe into the kitchen with her arms crossed. Time to step carefully.

“Yyyyyyyyyyes?”

She uncrosses her arms to let something dangle from her forefinger, one eyebrow raised. They leverage themself off the floor a little to squint at it…

“The…toaster?”

Donna pushes off the doorframe so she can come over and gesture the toaster in his face, almost clipping his nose.

“Does this look,” she asks, “like a toaster? Like something that can contain bread? It’s just –” She waggles it again, clawing the air for words. “It’s just! It’s a little squiggle!”

“Oh, it’s very simple –” he says, reaching up to take it and explain that it’s actually his personal design of a clever little breakfast invention called a toasting wand, but she yanks it out of his reach.

“Simple! I’ll tell you what’s simple! Leaving my bloody toaster alone on the morning that I have to get the house ready for a birthday party!”

Ah, this is not about the wonderful new updated toaster he came up with (it toasts both sides to perfection and adds the toppings in one swipe!), it’s another Doing Things When Things Are Happening. The Doctor’s life has almost always been doing things when things are happening, usually in layers deeper than Earth’s fossil record, but they’re trying to slow down for the sake of this “living life one day at a time” business and to avoid Donna strangling them with their own necktie.

“You know I’ve been tearing my hair out about where to put all of Grandad’s mates with the weather like it is!” Donna starts, and he can tell she’s just winding up. “I was up half the night wondering if I should just bung them all into the TARDIS, or put them in the attic, and you certainly haven’t been helpful with those decorations that almost buried the garden.”

The Doctor pops up to get his feet underneath himself, ruffles Rose’s hair in vengeance for her laughing at his plight, and hops upright.

“I just wanted to get my coffee and have my toast while I’m thinking where we’re gonna find space for everyone to eat so the wheelchairs can still get around, and you know what I find when I get to the kitchen? No toaster! Just this…this…gadget!”

Almost losing an eye to Donna’s gesturing – he should maybe add a few extra safety features, he wasn’t expecting it to be pointed at people – gives him the chance to fold his hands around hers. She’s mutinous, but lets them take the toasting wand. The wand goes in their pocket, their hands on Donna’s shoulders. Oh, she’s all kinds of tense.

“Donna,” he says, taking off his glasses to properly look her in the eye, “I’m sorry I changed the kitchen around when you’re so busy. I’ve already made coffee and everything. Let me make you a cup, ey?”

Under their hands, Donna softens, then slumps, leaning forward until her forehead bumps their chest. He folds her up in a hug, and they both heave a big sigh.

“Cold milk?” he asks.

“Yeah,” she mumbles into his collar. “Sorry.”

“Mm. And maybe I can rig something up for space?”

She chuckles. “What, are you gonna make my sitting room bigger on the inside?”

He leans back, looking down his nose at her cheeky grin.

“Are you doubting my abilities?” he demands.

Donna tucks herself under their arm, bumping hips, all warm life and laughter with her hair not yet done. The kitchen door is a little too narrow, but they manage to squeeze through it together.

“Just so long as you leave us all here, on Earth, and you leave my kitchen alone.”

“What? But you’ve been complaining about not having enough freezer space! I was gonna fix it.”

“Like you fixed the bath? Mom almost drowned.”

“I fixed that too!!”

#doctordonna week 23 #doctor who #noodle fic #the doctor #donna noble

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siimjaeyun · 1 year

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one: comedy is not a coping mechanism

☆ synopsis: park sunghoon broke your heart when you found him locking lips with a random from a party. in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to get even and lucky for you, his worst enemy jake is the perfect way to destroy him the same way he did to you.

* written cut *

jihoon was always a particular individual. it was one of the reasons he'd manage to wiggle into your little heart when you met back in middle school. - but currently you were wishing keeho would strap the boy down.

"jihoon. phone. now." with your palm stretched, he reluctantly handed it over.

"we can't have you do something stupid. we already have donghyun for that." donghyun only gave you a stare - why were you calling him out ?

"yn. you need to sit down for a bit. all you've done is to pretend to be okay!" yunjin was getting stressed. in all the years that she has known you, she'd never seen you in such a state of coldness.

"I'm not giving him the satisfaction to see me cry. I just -" danielle only pulled you into a hug before you let go. tears falling down your eyes endlessly as you attempted to calm down.

"im gonna order some food." you gave keeho a small smile: thankful that he had somehow become a bit more level headed the rest. he took a hold of jihoon, dragging him out to calm down.

"ill take this one with me"

but keeho learned it would be a mistake when he opened the door to see who was heading their way. sunghoon, accompanied by heeseung and jungwon.

"get lost sunghoon. trust me." keeho threatened, maintaining his eye sight on jihoon who had fumes resting on top of his head.

"i don't need your permission to talk to her." sunghoon responded, pushing past him while keeho held down jihoon.

"yah! yunjin!" at the call of her name, she left yn with danielle and donghyun, only to see sunghoon by the porch.

"nows not the time sunghoon. just leave please, she doesn't need this." yunjin was maintaining her posture, not exactly happy to see her own ex boyfriend standing behind sunghoon.

"yunjin? what's going on?" you didn't even process their surroundings to notice him standing in your home.

"get lost sunghoon"

"no! I'm here to talk to you, it's not what you think."

"leave, i don't have anything to say" you turned around and tried to head back before sunghoon took hold of you wrist.

"are you crazy? you're hurting me!" jihoon, who had until now had been successfully detained, freed himself from keeho's grip.

"she said to let her go you asshole" jihoon forced himself between the two- gripping onto sunghoon's collar.

"don't do something stupid jihoon." danielle reminded him with yunjin pulling you to the side. he reluctantly let him go, pushing down whatever urges he had to hurt him there and then.

"let's leave. she's not worth it anyways." heeseung and jungwon couldn't even save their friend when they saw him land on the floor, blood now dripping from his nose. on the other side, stood donghyun with a bit of sunghoon's blood on his fist.

"don't make me drag you out. and you," donghyun looked over at heeseung, "you should also leave or you're next. jungwon can stay." he brushed past them into the kitchen where he searched for a rag.

you didn't spare sunghoon a glance and neither did yunjin as she followed you into the kitchen. in the mean time, sunghoon and his company left.

"you okay?" you asked, taking an empty cloth to clean off the blood.

"im sorry for punching him, but i wasn't going to let him speak like that to you. you and yunjin deserve better." yunjin only smiles pulling the both of you into a hug.

"come on, let's go eat. im starving." they got up and you followed behind them.

if you'd learn anything from today, it was one thing: you'd make sunghoon pay. no matter what.

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#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #heeseung #jungwon #sunghoon #enhypen smau #jake imagines #enhypen jake #enhypen jay

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seth-burroughs · 1 month

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The Rain Code x Warriors au no one asked for nor will receive an explanation for

What's up I'm still doing bad and feel my last year's mystery stress sickness is coming back and none of my drafts are anywhere remotely close to getting finished anytime soon because of that how are you are you interested in cat

(picked the TPB timeline because it makes the most sense and has the most fitting characters, but I might cheat or bend it a little, we'll see)

Yuma Kokohead -> Rusty/Firestar

Main boy :) because of course he is. Yuma's now an orange cat. Firestar was the name of Number One, and Rusty (canonically Fire's old house cat name, I'm not calling them kittypets I'm sorry) was the name of the trainee he very politely borrowed his identity for.

Makoto Kagutsuchi -> Scourge

In wc canon, Scourge is also Firestar's half-brother (but they don't ever knooow) and they both kill each other + he's canonically stated to be VERY short like one of the smallest cats in the series. After the cloning, Makoscourge painted his fur completely black except for a one white paw (for the aesthetics. or maybe I'll just give Fire a white paw as well, kinda like Yuma's and Makoto's lil ahoges), started wearing the "OwO" mask, the dog tooth studded shrimp color collar, the fucking blood dyed amv bangs, the dog tooth reinforced claws........ The former CEO took him to hot topic for the first time in his life and he was fucking MESMERIZED none of them knew what they have brought upon themselves by this single act. He is a very silly man, lost in the whimsy. When his mask gets pulled off in the Mystery Labirynth, his face is just not dyed at all and it's just ginger with green eyes just like Rusty's/Firestar's/Yuma's/whatever.

Shinigami -> Spottedleaf

In canon, Spottedleaf does infamously end up haunting Firestar's dreams as a ghost to send him cryptic visions and furiously make out with him in front of his pregnant wife, he did have a crush on her before she died and I'm pretty sure she was retconned into reciprocating it was real bad and then they double killed her so Fire won't have to choose between her and his wife in heaven it was REAL bad uhh. I still like her though. I can get you out of the narrative girl just take my hand.... She can be the weirdgirl incarnate she was always meant to be. I wanted to say something else but then I realized holy shit I'm just tweaking her into Bonefall rewrite Spottedleaf am I... What can I say it IS peak Spottedleaf.

Yomi Hellsmile -> Tigerstar

Also extremely obvious. He is evil and has immaculate sexual tension between the protag whoops sorry I forgot literally only me and like 2 other people here ship Yuma and Yomi uhh anyway. While it does fit I'm a little dissapointed that Yomi/Tigerstar is gonna be losing so much of his cringe charm..... Like, say goodbye to deeply unserious insecure prettyboy toothpick Yaoi with silly little insults such as "umbrella sewing machine man operating hand hook car table" and how do I even describe all of this in less than 3 paragraphs. Say hello to broad-shouldered muscular extremely intimidating 100% serious and competent fascist built like a fucking brick shithouse with very broad-shoulders that doesn't need a henchman boytoy to handle all his numerous murders, have I mentioned his massive fucking broad shoulders, Firestar sure did do that a lot. It's like, where's the fun..... Whatever.... I guess...........😔😔😔

Martina Electro -> Leopardstar

Now for an assigned role I'm way more cool with >:)))) for an outrageously long while I had trouble with whether Martina should be Sasha or Goldenflower, fool I was, until I remembered Leopardstar fucking exists. She is literally perfect like I cannot state this enough. AND canonically she was later retconned to have feelings for Tigerstar but I hate to acknowledge it how dare you massacre Lep like that. She can still be his gf alongside vice director though, she's just engaging in acts of deceit whilst putting opioids in his food and trying her darndest to convince herself she's actually 100% in control of the situation before she's dragged to the cube dimension and has a brief "are we the baddies" moment. I don't think she still resigns from being a peacekeeper though Leopardstar 100% would take that fucking promotion the moment she's offered it and a year later when she' done feeling guilty regresses back into being a violent asshole she has learned NOTHING❤️

Fake/Hitman Zilch -> Darkstripe

So many dissapointments happening here sigh..... This one was obvious and honestly the only valid option for FZilch aside from maybe Nightwhisper or Blackfoot? Anyway, the downsides: one, Darkstripe will never be as cool as fake Zilch he thrives on being a cringe mistreated lickspittle. Two, he's definitely not one of Tigerstar's "closest advisors (🏳️‍🌈)" whilst Dark is pretty obsessed Tiger does not give a shit and considers him a looooooser boooo lameee fuck you *canonically swats him away with his tail that one scene*. But, I mean, at least the toxic yaoi became an entire new category of toxic.

Swank Catsonell -> Brokenstar

Pure vibes. It just fits. He employs small children and makes them fight to the death in his office for glory

Seth Burroughs -> Longtail

In canon, another one of Tigerstar's lackeys that didn't know about his crimes and when he found out he immediately left. I thought he was not evil enough to be Seth at first, but it kinda fits and he does make up for it in his cringe value and being noted to be a coward, though that may have been just Fire's opinion. Also, with all the bunny Seth Burrows jokes, I'd like to mention Longtail got his eyes clawed by a rabbit so hard he went blind so do with that what you will

Guillaume Hall -> Russetfur

Aaaand this is where I started having trouble with the remaining peacekeepers. Eventually I settled on Russetfur & Blackfoot/Blackstar for Guillaume and Dominic, because I like this danger duo I and some of the fandom completely made up about them. It's okay, the authors don't know you like we do...... While Blackstar did have a higher rank and Russet was his deputy, I do think she still had at least an equal amount of power as him, they're buddies pair bonded for life Blackstar is nodding respectfully to whatever incomprehensible wisdom she's sharing

Dominic Fulltank -> Blackfoot/star

In canon, started out as a murderous henchman of two major equally murderous evil dictators, before they both died and he finally got that boss promotion he always wanted, then he got ruined by the, you guessed it, retcons, but I don't like to be reminded of his atrocity of a novella. I always imagined Blackstar as like, unbelievably jacked holy shit the muscles on that cat, (and honestly most of the fandom does too so. lmao) and he does indeed canonically unflinchingly do the dirty work of all his bosses such as killing and maiming and destroying an

You get the point. He serious'd. Darkstripe wishes he could be him. And I'm pretty sure that was even canonically implied in the sixth book lmaooooooooo. Loser <3

Dr. Huesca -> um. Goosefeather?

The looks definitely fit, Dr. Huesca indeed bears striking resemblance to that tortured feline. However, while sometimes an asshole, Goose is definitely not evil... But he could be. He deserves to be. As a treat. Also: old man pride

Kurumi Wendy -> Cinderpaw/pelt

Easy, get Cinder'd idiot. They even have a pretty similiar energy too, I feel. This is where I got a bit tired, uhh...It's 11pm. Anyway I love Cinder and I love Kurumi say anything bad about them and I'll start scream crying on the floor

Halara Nightmare -> Yellowfang

Halara gets the old beam. They're now in their fucking 60s or something perhaps 70s. Yellowfang, on the other hand, gets the non-binary spec beam. She already gave off massive butch vibes in canon already, whatever. I don't think I can uhh in short terms explain Yellowfang's whole deal rn but the gist of it she's a very snarky grandma figure to Fire that gradually warmed up to him while she was- my cat vomited. While he was assigned to take care of her while she was taken prisoner into ThunderClan camp. Her personality's pretty funky. And she does seem cool enough in order to deserve to be Halara Nightmare.

Desuhiko Thunderbolt -> Graystripe

I think I'm taking a break and coming back to this tomorrow actually after all. Hello this is tomorrow Jasper. In canon, Graystripe is Fire's silly goofy boybestie when they're young, then he starts secretly dating Silverstream - hold on i can't fuvking take tjis im making myself hot cocoa again bye. Ok it's done let's see if that makes me feel something. As I was saying he's dating this cat and she's from a rival Clan so that's illegal forbidden love and then she dies during childbirth and he leaves his own Clan for a while to raise their babies there but then he gets exiled and goes back to his own and then his kids almost get publically executed for being half-clan so he and his buddies rescue them. And then he gets abducted by humans and meets this new gal called Millie and they start dating and then she gives birth to his new babies and then a tree falls on one of them. I'm pretty sure Fire was also pretty gay for that guy. Uh, anyway. I think he fits the bill because of his goofy charm but also it's pretty disturbing to imagine any iteration of Desuhiko actually getting bitches

Fubuki Clockford -> um. uh. Silverstream?

Silverstream, in canon, is the only daughter of Crookedstar, the leader of RiverClan, and is (implied to not having a problem with) getting various privileges because of this. Fits with Fubuki's rich timelord parents, plus light blue aesthetic, and a few other things which are hard to articulate. Only thing is that she's generally way more headstrong and impulsive than Fubuki showed to be, could "bend her father to her will with little effort", and disrespects the law if it's stupid to her which, queen shit. I think she'll play a lot of little pranks with her time powers, and devote her free time/time with YumaRusty when he's accused of terrorism crimes (but that's just unrestrained summer fun anyway) to absolutely decimate any peacekeepers they come across with some looney tunes shit

Vivia Twilight -> I'll be honest I have no fucking idea

Zero fucking idea. Literally NOBODY in this arc fits for the 5D chess of a character Vivia is. I'm not even sure if in any of the books. Help me. But also I don't really care because I don't even like Vivia at all anyway he freaks me out get him away from me.

Yakou Furio -> Bluestar?

Protag mentor figure except Bluestar is actually doing a good job at that until she loses her marbles after her mid-arc torment gauntlet and has a corruption arc until she drowns and gets healed of all her issues momentarily before fucking dying. She has a dead husband, dead mom, dead sister, dead baby, dead deputy, dead deputy #2, dead bestie, holy shit that's a lot of motives for suicidemurdering Huesgoose. Btw Goose was her weird voice of god hearing uncle in canon (and he was also dead) but I'm probably taking it out unless. Anyway she's kinda too good for Yakou but. They're also both blue like that is a blue cat

And for some side characters, keyword some:

Aiko -> Littlepaw/cloud

Aetheria's now not an all girls school anymore sorry I cannot do this guys. Littlecloud was Cinder's/Kurumi's good buddy and I like their friendship. Unfortunately, you know what that means.

Karen -> Swiftpaw

Originally was supposed to have Aiko's place before I remembered Little exists. In canon his most notable moment was dying brutally, which I mean also fits the Karen quota. Plus, while not an asshole per se he does have a more fiery/overall angry personality and he did try to impulsively take on a pack of dogs to prove himself and fucking died, if under enough pressure I'm pretty sure he could smash Aiko's/Littlepaw's head in with a brick too👍👍

Yoshiko, Waruna, Kurane -> Brackenpaw/fur, Thornpaw/claw, Brightpaw/heart?

Siblings in canon and two of them are guys so no murderous yuri I guess :(( But I mean I don't have to follow canon to a T anyway lmao so we'll see. In canon, basically the other three remaining apprentices along with Swiftpaw and the ashfern siblings, plus they do function as a trio via just being sibs. Plus some notes from the books: Cinder is the fourth sibling. Brightpaw follows Swiftpaw in his quest to slay the doggy and while he dies she survives but gets her eyeball and half of her entire face's fur torn off.

Real Zilch -> Redtail

He's very dead. Very, very dead. His most iconic moment was dying abruptly and tragically via murder rip in rest

Kei Colan -> Snowkit

He is a child. That's a little boy

Snowkit, signing furiously: MY MAMA GOT FRAMED AND IS GOING TO BE PUBLICALLY EXECUTED BY THE PEACEKEEPERS IF NOTHING IS DONE PLEASE HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEE. HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Yellowfang, signing back in swagful motions: and how much cash does your mama have on her currently

Jiei Colan -> Speckletail

Snowkit's very old mama. Looks like she could kill you but genuinely does not have a body count. Yet.

Ramen Stand Owner -> Ravenpaw

Ravenpaw in canon hit the bricks and ran away from the Clans due to being in danger there, and lived out the rest of his days on a farm with his cowboy boyfriend Barley mostly free of drama. I'd say that fits lmao. We can make his old name Rusty, not a problem.

Margulaw -> Pinestar

90 year old voice "yeah so uhh my fucking son grew up to be a dictator now. When he was a newborn ghosts were yelling at me to kill him because he'll grow up to be a bad man otherwise and of course like any sane kanaiwardian father I said "fuck that" and had to leave ma' family behind run away from the company so the demons would shut up. And y'know little buddy... Sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I just can't help but. Y'know. Anyway. Sigh."

Do you get my vision did that sound comprehensible

#mine #rain code #warrior code au #<- oh hey thats an actual thing in wc lmao.#Not tagging any of those characters hell nooo.#the i did not proofread this tag

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itty-bitty-mess · 6 months

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TW: BITTYBONES AB//USE, BITTY WHUMP, BITTY T*RT//URE

Currently thinking about bitties being adopted to complete certain tasks that are usually hard for humans, like reaching very narrow places or finding very tiny items. And once they're done, they get discarded like trash.

Imagine a bitty like a Cherry who is forced to do an extremely stress-inducing task. His anxiety is through the roof and he won't stop crying. He hates it, he can't do it, he wants to throw up, this ammount of stress is NOT healthy for his breed. Oh but Mommy promised a warm bed and yummy food after this, so maybe he can! Yes! He will do it for Mommy no matter how much this traumatizes him, because she loves him very much and she believes in him!!

Finally, he is done, and Little Cherry believes he's gonna get rewarded with a loving home and lots of cuddles from his new Mommy, he's so hungry too, so surely she will be glad to reward him with a little baked treat too! Mommy loves to bake and her treats smell delicious and super yummy! Mommy approaches little Cherry with a big smile on her face, he believes she must be sooo proud of him!! She gently takes one of his tiny bony arms, while Cherry looks at her with pure adoration in his eyes, and then....

*SNAP* Before he can even register it, she effortlessly snaps one of his arms in half like a toothpick. Cherry screams, of course. Oh god, it hurts so bad, its absolutely unbearable. The love and adoration in his eyes disappear and get replaced by confusion, panic and sheer terror. He's screaming and tears flood out of his eyes. He asks Mommy why she did that but she doesnt respond. Instead, before he can even pull his other arm away from her, she grabs it and yanks it off, making it pop off his arm socket and essentially leaving him arm-less.

Cherry screams like he's getting murdered. This ammount of stress can be lethal for his breed, but who cares, he's just a replaceable little piece of garbage. Just a tool Mommy bought because she needed some extra help. Since Cherry had done his job, he was now essentially useless to her and to the world in general. He was disposable.

All those promises of a loving home and yummy treats? just a simple tactic to get any bitty to willingly do unpleasant tasks for its owner, they always fall for it without fail, especially the weak, pathetic ones. Cherry is in so much pain. His arms are dusting at unbearably slow speed, he feels everything and needs it to stop. His face is now permanently stained red from his nonstop tears. His screams of agony are ear-piercing, but somehow Mommy doesn't seem bothered.

He begs Mommy to help him, he says he loves her and asks her why she is doing this if he did what she wanted. She doesn't respond, he's not even worth a simple answer. To her, he's simple, disposable trash no more valuable than a used napkin. She kicks him in one of his tiny legs and it snaps like a twig.

"NOOO- AAAAAAAAAA PLEASE MOMMY STOP IT HURTS, PLEASE HELP ME IT HURTS SO BAD, PLEASE I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU PLEASE IM SORRY"

She just laughs as she grabs him by the collar of his tiny red sweater, now stained with his tears, and takes him somewhere he cannot see. The position hurts his neck badly, it hurts. His entire body is in agonizing pain. He can't feel his leg or his now-dusted arms, however he can feel some empty gaps on his mouth where some of his teeth used to be, they probably fell off with all the hits he had taken by that point.

He began pissing himself like any other Cherry, as a built in survival tactic, hoping Mommy would pity his already pathetic nature and maybe spare his life. Thats just wishful thinking of course, because all that does is gross her out enough that she finally decides to toss him on some dirty dark alley, too far away from home or from any bitty shelter that could save him. Once Mommy tosses him, he hits the ground skull-first. Now his head spins and hurts as well.

She leaves the alley, her disappearing figure is probably one of the few things Cherry can make out before everything turns blurry. He cries once again, as the realization finally hits him a little too late. She never loved him, he was never gonna be adopted or loved, he was just a simple tool and a commodity to her. He had been abandoned and left to rot alone, dying slowly, bones broken irreparably, discarded like a piece of trash that is no longer of use. He was worthless.

The next morning, there's an extra pile of dust in that alley. But who cares, that's a common occurence anyways.

#bitty abuse #bitty whump #bitty bullying #bitty torture #bittybones #ok so like wow. this was intially a short post but then i edited it and uh got inspired. this was fun haha

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sofreddie · 2 years

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Unwind

Summary: Sam comes home from work and his wife is ready to help him unwind.

Characters: Producer!Sam x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Smut (Unprotected Sex), Fluff, Praise Kink, Breeding Kink

AU: Producer Sam (@spnaubingo)

SWB: Praise Kink (@samwinchesterbingo)

Fluff: Praise Kink (@anyfandomfluffbingo)

Kink: Breeding Kink (@anyfandomkinkbingo)

WC: 1279

Sam sighed as he walked through the front door of his comfortable home. It was late and he tried to be quiet in case his wife was already asleep. Being a producer had him working crazy hours and when shit went wrong - like it did today - it caused even longer hours.

He deposited the items from his pockets on the table by the door, hanging his suit jacket and loosening his tie as he kicked off his shoes. He hated having to suit up all the time, but it was an unfortunate requirement of his position. It certainly helped that his wife seemed to like the look as well.

As he unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, his attention was drawn across the room by the clearing of a throat. He stood tall, his arms dropping to his sides at the sight of Y/N. She leaned casually against the archway, a sexy little lace number barely covering her as she held a fresh martini in her hand.

She sauntered towards him on bare feet, taking him by the hand and leading him into the living room. Sam quickly removed his tie and overshirt, leaving him in a white under-tee and his slacks. Y/N gently pushed him to fall to sit on the couch, straddling his lap as she handed him the martini.

"You look stressed," she commented, pecking his lips before burying her face in his neck.

One of his arms wrapped around her with a sigh, the other sipping at the drink. It was times like these that he felt so damn lucky to call her his.

"Production got set back, costing thousands, all because of a damn typo," Sam groaned, downing his drink and setting the glass to the sides, bringing both arms down around Y/N.

"So you're gonna be busy the next few days," she pouted, running a finger down his chest.

"I know you hate the hours," Sam groaned, sinking further into the couch, hating seeing her pout.

"Shh," she urged, a finger over his lips before she removed it to kiss him soundly. "Just wanna take care of you," she insisted, kissing along his jaw and down his throat, "Help you relax. You do so much. For me. For everyone," she continued, kissing down his chest and attempting to wriggle from his hold to continue her path downwards.

Sam groaned, reluctantly releasing his hold on her, watching as she slid off his lap and to her knees on the ground. Her hands slid of his thighs, her thumbs cupping and teasing his already growing erection, bypassing it entirely to carefully unfasten his slacks.

She smirked as she slid her fingers under the waistband of his boxers, sliding them and his slacks down and off in one go. Sam helped, whipping off his shirt and leaving him completely bare for her. He loved the way she devoured him with her eyes, pure adoration and love as she took in every detail of him like it was the first time.

"So perfect, Sam," Y/N praised, Sam's eyes fluttering in response.

He loved when she praised him, especially when he had a day as he'd had. She always seemed to know just what he needed, how, and when.

"You're the perfect one," he mumbled back in response.

She leaned up, kissing him sweetly as she wrapped a hand around his half-hard cock. Sam moaned, tilting his head to kiss her deeper, introducing his tongue as he grew hard fast under her touch. She never failed to rile him up, even after all their years together.

"Wanna take care of you since you'll be so busy," she teased, her mouth ghosting along his shaft. He bucked his hips and she chuckled, flashing him a menacing grin.

"You're such a tease," Sam complained but remained obedient to her desires.

"Do you not want my mouth, Sam?"

"Want you to get naked and get your ass up here," he moaned, his hand bunching in her hair but not pulling her any which way.

She stood up before him and Sam jumped into action, leaning forward to strip her bare and kissing her everywhere he could reach. She ran her finger through his hair, making him moan and nuzzle into her stomach. When she tugged lightly he moaned, leaning back into the couch and bringing her with him.

His strong arms wrapped around her, finding their usual home in her soft curves. Her warm skin against his, her damp folds against his hard cock. She smelled divine and Sam couldn't get enough of her.

"Want you just like this," Y/N moaned, slowly grinding against Sam.

"Yeah?" he asked as he kissed along her neck, his hand still bunched in her hair, "Want me bare?"

They had talked about it, of course, having been married for so long already. But they hadn't yet taken that step to have unprotected sex, to make it happen.

Y/N shuddered at his suggestion, her hands bunching in his hair and tugging as she ground a little harder and faster.

"Yes," she hissed, "Want you to give me a baby, Sam."

With one arm wrapped around her hips, Sam lifted her enough for him to guide himself inside, slowly lowering her down over him until her thighs met his once more. They both sighed at the connection, their foreheads resting together as they adjusted.

"Feel so good, Sam," Y/N praised as she began moving up and down, "So big and hard," she moaned, tugging on his hair once more.

Sam gasped as she moved, always feeling like she was made to take him. His hands squeezed her hips, watching where they connected as she rode him with purpose.

"So good, baby," Sam groaned, his head thrown back against the couch as she increased her pace, "Not gonna last."

"Me either," she agreed.

"Go on then," Sam smirked, his hands helping guide her on his cock, "Come for me, use me to get yourself off."

"Fuck, Sam," Y/N rode him harder, his words igniting something within her. She gave all she had, feeling him climb with her. When his mouth encased a nipple and his thumb found her clit, she was gone for, coming hard around his shaft.

Sam growled, his arms wrapping around her as he spun with her, dropping her back to the couch. One hand on her lower back to tilt her hips, Sam pounded into her with abandon, eagerly seeking his own end.

Y/N wasn't sure if she was having a second orgasm, or if the first was still carrying on as she floated in absolute bliss.

"I'm gonna cum," Sam warned, wanting so very much to fill her with his child, but wanting to be sure she was truly ready.

"Come inside of me, Sam, please," she begged, her eyes locked on his. Sam groaned and nodded, thrusting a few more times before his mouth dropped open in a silent scream.

He buried his face in her throat as he came, his hips pumping to ride out his high as hers began to edge off. He pulled out of her carefully, his gaze automatically seeking out her folds and his cum dribbling forth from within.

"Filled me so good," Y/N praised, stretching like a cat, causing more of his cum to ooze forth.

"You're so beautiful," Sam happily sighed, leaning forward to kiss her with all the love he had, "So sexy and amazing. I'm so fucking lucky."

Y/N giggled as Sam kissed down her neck, nipping and praising her along the way. She hoped they'd be expecting soon, and all Sam's hard work would pay off for their future, as a family.

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

@fangirlxwritesx67

@jarpad24

@flamencodiva

@donnaintx

@writercole

@waynes-multiverse

Sam Winchester:

@charred-angelwings

#unwind #spnaubingo #samwinchesterbingo #anyfandomfluffbingo #anyfandomkinkbingo #producer!sam x wife!reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester #reader insert #supernatural #spn

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plaindangan · 7 months

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Kinktober - Day 5

Collaring.

Yasuke wasn’t much for admitting his feelings upfront to Junko and, really, who would blame him.

Junko was a being that lived to be the embodiment of Despair.

She sowed chaos as she pleased and brought anyone who affiliated with her a form of stress that most would consider to be not worth their time.

She was inconsistent, temperamental, overconfident, and gave a middle finger to the potential damages her actions could cause.

But even so…

Yasuke also saw the other sides of her: charismatic in every single scene she was in, a mental equal who could match him no matter what intelligence wise, genuine in her intent (even if that intent was likely malice) and held the determination to continue no matter how many setbacks she faced for her ideal world.

It was a confusing, almost suffocating blend of madness and genuine fondness that had Yasuke in a routine of wondering where his common sense went and madly in love with the blonde fashionista. From bouts of being over her, to constantly at her heels for approval…

Or, in this case, on his knees. Looking up at her naked form, with Junko almost like a Goddess to an amusing disciple. In her hands was the single thing that could break such a deadlock.

“That’s…” Junko held up a finger to silence him and waggled it.

“Puh-lease, keep your protests to yourself! You wear your heart on your sleeve more than what you would like, Yasuke-dearest! It must be so taxing on your poor, big-little mind! Always on that thin line between ending your involvement and taking that boring sane path in life…and just dropping into the depths of excitement despair can bring! Watching you brood over such a decision was a real treat over the years…but I’m done waiting!”

In her hands was a collar. Black and white. Hope and Despair well represented.

“You make your choice here and now. In or out. Think about it long and hard. You’re gonna be a slave, regardless of your decision. One path is being a slave to a boring society that expects you to just trudge along with it until you die.” she then winked at him. “At least with me, you get excitement in all the right ways! Tell me, does society guarantee you full on access to the best bod in town? Certainly not!!”

“With that said….” her eyes stared straight through him, a curious gaze that pierced his soul.

“What do you choose, Yasuke Matsuda?”

Yasuke closed his eyes, thoughts swirling with what action he should take. Ultimately…he accepted the collar and placed it around his neck. No matter what frustration he feels, he’ll never abandon her. A cheshire cat grin appears on Junko’s lips and she gives her boyfriend a bit tit smothering hug~

“Hell Yeah!! I knew my sweet, lovable, drop dead sexy, Yaassuke wouldn’t leave me high and dry! I mean, even if you did refuse I woulda just made you pick me anyways, but you doing it willingly means so much more!” Seconds thoughts. So many second thoughts. Perhaps, it’s not too late for common sense to reign?

“Heeey, don’t be such a stick in the mud! I guarantee our future together will be glorious! Oh, but as my first decree as your Ultimate Mistress…” opening her legs to show off her moist pussy, she gestured him to go down. “I demand the full service of your tongue! Pronto~”

“Seriously, you could have just asked me normally…”

“Puhuhuhu! But where’s the fun in that? Besides, you know you like the build-up to it.” Yasuke was neither confirming nor denying anything. He was too busy letting his tongue speak for himself~

#Plain Kinktober-R18 #DRenoshima-R18 #DRmatsuda-R18

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roseofcards90 · 5 months

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Sorry y'all I'm just gonna rant here for a second 😭

absolutely sick of dealing with all of this lmao, neither me or anyone else here has the patience and time to deal with a puppy

my mom really thought she could just adopt one and she wouldn't have to deal with much because she's at work, but she fucking complains about his teething and all the energy when that's literally just normal ass puppy things

I try to take him out for walks but it's always stressful because he likes to walk in front of me while I'm walking, tripping me in the process and not only that, he keeps wanting to go into the street and I'm like bro please stop this right now you're gonna give me a heart attack 😭 his collar came off like 3 times and he thinks he can just run away from me and go off somewhere in the fucking neighborhood

thankfully, I was able to catch him but my god did my heart almost stop like I wasn't going to forgive myself if something happened to him

I'm extremely frustrated because I shouldn't be left to deal with all of this, and my mom thinks she can just place all this shit on me when it's literally HER dog 😭 and she has the goddamn nerve to criticize me and tell me to go back to work like WHO THE FUCK IS GOING TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR DOG THEN LADY LMAO YOUR HUSBAND CANT EVEN DO SHIT

#why in the hell did I even bother living with my parents if it meant I had to get all this responsibility pushed onto me #and I have to constantly deal with their bullshit too #I'll deal with my loneliness in the dorms and the potential to have a bad roommate over any of this insanity #my posts

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soupza · 1 year

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this fic is for those 2 anons who begged for this

pairing: wendy x ronald mcdonald [ THIS IS SMUT !! DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT WANT TO !!]

ronald mcdonald was stressed.

business was bad. all his competitors had more customers than him. no one even went to eat at mcdonald’s anymore. the worst part is, people seemed to be flocking to wendy’s.

ah, wendy’s. his worst rival. she was so arrogant, and frustrating, and pretty- pretty? where did that come from?

nevermind. ronald was gonna bounce back any day now. he ran a hand through his red hair and sighed. what was something he could do to get people to come back to him? who could resist the golden arches of mcdonalds?

suddenly, an idea struck him. he would go and intimidate wendy into shutting down! it was the perfect plan. he would be able to bring back people to his place if wendy’s wasn’t there anymore!

he put on his massive clown shoes and got inside his car. he honked twice, for good luck, and started heading to wendy’s.

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“ronald! it’s been so long, how have you been?” wendy said in a sickly sweet voice as ronald walked through the door. he groaned internally. wendy, with her perfect two pigtails and glowy skin kept smiling at him.

“listen wendy, can we talk?” ronald said.

“we’re talking right now silly!” wendy giggled and tapped his nose. “but if you meant somewhere private, follow me!”

wendy walked through a door behind the counter and ronald followed. she led him down a corridor and opened the door at the end of it.

“this is my apartment! i guess it is kind of weird when you live at your restaurant, but it saves money!”

ronald looked around. there was a couch with a table in the front, and a bed in the corner.

“take a seat!” wendy pushed ronald on the couch and crouched in front of him. “so, what do you want?”

ronald’s heart started beating exceptionally fast. he had never been this close to wendy before. he could smell her perfume, which was like hot, crispy, just made fries.

he turned his head to the side and muttered “i kinda sorta want you to shut down your stores so that i can get my business back up and running.”

but, wendy only heard the first part. she grabbed hold of his jaw and made him look at her. “you… want me?”

ronald could barely make a coherent sentence. “i mean, yes, but like, like i need you to-”

“what do you need me to do, ronnie?” wendy whispered leaning closer to him.

ronald’s brain stopped working at that moment. all he could think of was how good wendy would make him feel. all thoughts about intimidating wendy to shut down her business flew out of his head. he blurted out “i need you inside of me.”

wendy dragged up ronald by his shirt collar and dragged him to the bed.

“wow ronnie-boo, how long have you wanted this?” wendy asked as she pushed ronald onto the bed face-down and ripped off his shirt.

“i- a while wendy, just please make me feel good, use me any way you want, i’ll do anything just make me feel good wendy please…”

wendy let out a dark chuckle and pulled off his pants. “alright then. but you have to be good.”

ronald could hear the click of a bottle opening and felt wendy crawl behind him. she hoisted his ass up and spread his cheeks apart. he shivered at the feeling of cold air drifting over him.

wendy shoved a first finger in harshly and moved it around. “mm. ronnie, you’re so tight around me. can’t believe you didn’t ask for this sooner. but i know you ronald. i know you’ve always secretly wanted me. and now you have me. isn’t this fucking wonderful?”

ronald moaned as wendy worked two fingers inside of him. his white and red face paint got smeared with sweat, turning him into a warped version of himself. he gripped the bedsheets and ground his hips into the mattress, but then felt a sharp pain on his scalp.

“didn’t i ask you to be good ronnie-boo?” wendy said, cruelly, as she gripped his hair even tighter.

ronald knew that he shouldn’t be enjoying this, that he shouldn’t enjoy being used like a toy, that he shouldn’t enjoy the way wendy stretches him out just right

. but he wanted, no he needed to be fucked like this.

“ah- um- yes-” ronald spit out. wendy shoved his head back down into the pillow, curling her fingers just right and hitting his prostate. ronald screamed, his voice becoming hoarse from all the sounds he was making.

wendy removed her fingers, and ronald whined at the loss of them, but suddenly became excited as he knew what would happen next.

he craned his neck towards the side of the bed, where wendy was attaching something to her front.

it was long and shining with lube, and as wendy stepped closer to him he could see how amazingly thick it was. ronald was drooling already.

wendy roughly turned him over onto his back and shoved the strap-on in roughly. ronald moaned and gasped, writhing all over the place.

“aw, you’re such a pain slut, aren’t you ronnie? such a good pain slut for me.” wendy started thrusting in and out of him with superhuman speed.

ronald was gasping for air, he could barely breathe. why, why did it feel so good?

wendy kept going until ronald started whimpering. he was so close, he needed to cum-

wendy suddenly pulled out and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock.

“pl-please let me come… please wend-wendy i’ve been so good please wendy please,”

she smiled and looked at him. “on one condition.”

“w-what?”

“say it.”

“say what?”

“you know what. say it.” she whispered.

“i’m- i- i’m-” he stammered out.

wendy gave a cruel flick to the tip of his cock, still keeping a hand around its base.

“i’m mclovin it!” he screamed, and wendy removed her hands from around him, leaving ronald to thrust his hips up as cum splattered on his chest and stomach.

wendy pulled away and got up off of the bed, wiping her hand with the tissues by the side and removing her strap-on.

ronald, in his post-orgasmic haze, could barely make coherent words. as wendy walked to the door, she turned back to the bed and whispered “fucking pathetic.”

as she left, ronald felt himself coming back to his body. all he felt now were feelings of shame and regret, but a bit of hopefulness.

ronald really wanted wendy to use him like that again.

#god i finally finshed this #i hate this so much i hate myself #fanfic #smut #smut fanfic #wendys x mcdonalds #fast food #fast #food smut #wendys #mcdonalds #sobs why am i like this

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