#back fill is comf.

[cyberm4n]

alastor and lucifer sharing you pt 2!

(i tagged people who commented asking for part 2 but lmk if you want to be untagged)

pt1, pt3

tags: @lu-ferri12 @my-anime-garden @princessdreamss @polytheatrix

cw: explicit smut, not thoroughly proofread, lucifer has a daddy kink, still in a hinge type relationship, hints to radioapple if you squint

other: i wrote part of this while very high so if there's a random perspective change just know i was cooking so hard with writing that i forgot to write in 2nd person pov

■ let's be honest neither of them are particularly interested in the other halfs involvement in this equation

■ but it's incredibly hard to deny that they work well together with you in the bedroom

■ when they want to, of course.

■ so there's a silent agreement between them that they usually put their beef aside cause like. they have you atleast.

■ i think alastor would still want to be close though, so most often your head is laid in his lap or he's touching you somehow

■ but there is a VERY strict line of sight he follows because depending on what exactly is going on this position makes it far too easy for the two men to just be staring at each other and that is 100% a no go for them

■ which i mean, fair enough

■ lucifer does tend to get a little possessive on the rare occasion alastor decides he wants to participate a little

"oh sweetheart, daddy is making you feel so good, right?" he would coo at you as he bullies his cock into you again.

alastor, tilting your head back with his hand, claws scraping at the soft skin of your neck. a good portion of your upper body is laid out on him, his other hand pinning your arm down.

"eyes on me, darling" he'd say, only for lucifer to give a particularly rough thrust, trying to get your attention back.

the main ground rule you had set is that they were not allowed to bicker with each other during intimate moments, so after a whine escapes your throat the two set it aside. for now.

■ i feel like alastor is strictly a dom, especially considering most of the time he's not really physically participating

■ lucifer id say is more of a service top. he wants you to feel good and he wants to know how good you feel.

■ i think he'd bottom if you really wanted him too but like only if he gets to make you feel good yk

■ alastor does particularly enjoy watching lcuifer go down on you, seeing you writhe in pleasure and moan so sweetly is like music to his ears.

■ he'd love to broadcast this

■ there is sometimes alastor takes a complete backseat though

■ maybe he's not in the mood or just wanting a different angle

■ so that's how you ended up riding lucifer while alastor gleefully watches from a chair beside the bed

"s'ok princess, you can do it" lucifer would say, hands on your hips as he guides you down on his cock. you squirm and whimper as he stretches you open.

with his guidance you start gently grinding your hips down, and lucifer lulls his head back, sweet praises falling out of his mouth.

"fuck.. that's it. ride daddy's cock. you're such a good girl" he'd moan as he rubs your clit. it's not long before he gets impatient though, wanting to hear more moans coming out of his pretty girl, hands returning to your hips as he bucks into you.

"you like it when he watches?" lucifer practically growls, hips thrusting up harder now. "cmon baby, talk to me" he'd gently tut, slowing down to such a painfully slow pace.

you're practically reduced to nothing, giving a weak moan, both of their smiles growing wider. "such a good duckling, letting daddy get his fill. gonna fill you up princess" lucifer says as he pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, another thing lucifer loved to do.

■ alastor has never been a fan of the more personalized petnames lucifer calls you

■ "duckling" "ducky" "doll"

■ but he has some of his own

you're on your knees in alastors radio tower, the very rare occasion lucifer just isnt feeling up to it. he's never been a big fan of receiving head, and he's just not feeling it today, comfortably sat in a chair.

alastor on the other hand, his hands are wound tight into your hair as you suck him off. "oh my sweet doe, so desperate to please" alastor would purr, feeling your tongue swirl around his cock.

"i understand why you... indulge so often. our little pet is such a people pleaser, isn't she?" he'd chime to lucifer, who doesn't respond, not really atleast.

■ but aftercare

■ oh aftercare from these two is amazing

■ the only time they firmly agree with each other and leave everything else behind is during after care.

■ it doesn't matter which of them you want or what you want they're gonna make it happen

■ if you want both of them that's great! and they definitely won't get mildy possessive of you at all!!

■ lucifer is definitely a big cuddler

■ and i feel like alastor would be about praise and affirmations, especially after playing "bad cop" the whole time.

■ not that he minds that, mind you.

"darling you were amazing, im so proud of you" he'd say in a much gentler tone, stroking your hair as you lay on lucifers chest, whos pressing soft kisses across your face.

lucifers hands trace soft circles on your back as they both murmur affections to you, and when you finally slump your forehead to lucifers shoulder, they both breathe out a smile.

if he's feeling particularly charitable, lucifer will nod to alastor to take you, to cuddle with you. most of the time alastor declines respectfully, still not really prone to expose himself to touch.

but on the rare occasion he takes the offer, switching places as he cuddles into you, lucifer cracks a little smile.

they really do make a good team, don't they?

#lucifer smut #alastor #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel #alastor smut #smut #rambles #headcanons #hazbin hotel smut

[diorchids]

RETURNING THE FAVOR, CORIOLANUS SNOW, SEJANUS PLINTH.

oral (all receiving), DEGRADATION, praise, SWEARING n more

nsfw ahead !

sejanus knew you were a great girlfriend. always up for everything, even for questionable things. he just needed a small favor.

your back arching on top of sejanus’ chest, fingers intertwined while your cunt gets abused by coryo. “she likes it, keep goin’.” sejanus bucks his free, clothed cock up onto your ass as you moan and sob under coryos touch, his nails digging into your thighs as he laps at your swollen cunt. his tongue slides into you, so easily, and his nails dig further into your thighs. 

“i think she’s ready, coryo.” rough hands moving across your chest and stomach. sejanus coos into your ear, nails digging into your hips, “feel good? gonna fuck you stupid.” breath hot against your neck, covered in small bruises. you nod as sejanus delivers sloppy kisses to your ear and shoulder.

sejanus’ readiness doesn’t stop coryo, though, only making him speed his tongue up, a finger finding its way to your hole. slipping in, coryo breathlessly groans your name, rutting his needy hips against the bed. 

red, slick lips attach to your swollen clit and you instinctively grip his blonde hair, locks spilling out between your trembling fingers. “so wet, so, so wet.” coryo’s warm breath fans your clit.

long fingers curl up inside of you, brushing that soft, spongy spot. your moans resemble that of an animal as sejanus slides his thumb over your wet lips, running his fingers through your hair, soothing you. 

your eyes snapping shut as coriolanus pumps inside of you, moaning and biting your plush lip that quivers with every thrust from him. your cunt squeezes around his fingers when sejanus’ hand roams your stomach, again soothing you. “there’s my girl, go ahead,” a grin spilling onto his face seeing you react to the abuse of your clit, how good it feels. 

coryo’s speed only increases, him making sure to hit that spot, tears prickle at your waterline as you look up at sejanus who can only run his thumb across your cheek. your stomach can’t help but tighten as coryo digs his fingernails into your hips when they stutter against his knuckle. 

“don’t move, almost done.” breathless words leave his mouth while he still humps the end of the bed, subconsciously. “doin’ so good, so good.” sejanus says while his eyebrows furrow, reassuring your trembling body. 

coryo’s fingers feel so good in you, curling just right as his warm tongue runs over your clit. “stay fuckin’ still, taste – good.” he groans into you. the sound of your wet pussy fills the room along with moans and groans from all three of you. you know you won’t last any longer when your cunt constricts around his fingers. 

a soft moan leaves your lips as sejanus whispers, “go ahead.” his low voice only makes you spasm around coryo’s chin and fingers.

juices fall onto the bed under you while coryo cums from his cock rubbing against sejanus’ bed, warm liquid filling his boxers while he soothes his red, puffy tip. 

sejanus’ warm body leaves yours, standing before motioning for you to come closer. “knees, please.” two eager sets of eyes watch your naked body, breasts and all. 

coryo groans when you rub your cheek against his boxers, hard cock waiting for your warm tongue. his cock slaps his stomach, eyebrows furrowed as he looks at you, so ready. your hand wraps around his cock while sejanus sits on the bed, matching the way your hand strokes coryo to no end before you lick at his tip, he’s so sensitive. fingers snake their way through your hair before grabbing a fistful and tugging backward.

your plump lips all around his cock make him groan at the sight, his hips bucking up into your mouth. “f– so warm,” red lips being sunken into by his teeth. your nails dig into his thighs as you bob your head up and down, needing all of him in your mouth, ready for his cum all down your throat. “taste s’ good.” you moan onto his skin. his free hand grips your neck, finding comfort in you being this close.

his fingers loosen their grip on your hair, his legs tremble under your nails’ constant abuse. his hips can’t help but buck into your mouth, so warm, so inviting. warm cum coats your throat and your tongue, leaving you to taste what you’ve done. “so fuckin’ good, f’ so good on me.” his thumb on your chin, fingers cradling your jaw. “so nasty for my cock, look at you,” his chest heaves over you, hands shaking.

“c’mon, your turn.” coryo speaks to sejanus who's already fucked out from his fist, covered in pre-cum. 

he shuffles over to you, on your knees, lips all wet looking up at him in all of your glory. eyelashes fluttering, eyes so determined to help them. “m’ ready.” you said it so sweetly, even giving a smile. 

sejanus taps his tip on your lips, signaling for you to open them. “so pretty.” he groans while you take him all in your throat, trying at least. his hand grabs your hair and holds it, occasionally squeezing when your nails dig into his thighs. the room fills with thank yous and praises while your tongue runs over a vein, hips bucking into your mouth almost instantaneously. 

your mouth goes up and down on his cock, making his hips stutter and eyebrows twitch. his hand can’t help but find its way to your cheek, running his thumb over it. “tastes good, want you all in.” your moan only egging him on as coryo watches, running a finger over his slit. he’s jealous. jealous sejanus gets all of you, jealous of how good you’re being to sejanus, how he can have you any time. 

sejanus’ eyebrows furrow at your words before groaning, your hand roaming his stomach, “m’ gonna cum, mouth so fuckin’ warm,” legs about to completely give out. his hands grip your hair and push your head farther onto his cock, him needing your warm mouth to cum. “f– cummin’.” fat cock twitching in your throat.

cum seeps down your throat and down your chin as you keep sucking, his load not stopping. his legs nearly buckle at the constant overstimulation, your tongue running over his slit again and again, earning one last thrust into your mouth, muttering praises and curses.

sejanus lifts you from your knees onto the bed, “gonna make you feel so good, doll, just wait.” coryos finger taps your ankle, silently telling you to open them.

sejanus’ breath against your mouth, “let us return the favor.” 

ok lmk what u think. cs i bit my finger a lil bit idk

#tbosas #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg series #coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x reader #sejanus plinth smut #sejanus plinth x reader #coriolanus snow imagine #sejanus plinth imagine #coriolanus x reader x sejanus #i said BOTH #josh andres rivera #tom blyth #diooonna #coriolanus x reader #sejanus x reader #coriolanus smut #lucy gray baird #tbosas x reader #10th hunger games #peacekeepers #BOTHHHH #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #tbosas smut

[lovelettersforthedamned]

Frat!peter Parker and “stay where you are. i'm coming to get you." And she’s at a party and maybe she’s went with a friend and then she’s left alone and calls on her number one pookie bear for help…? You write frat Peter so well I pass away every time 🫶🏻

One Call Away 

✮ frat!tasm!peter parker x f!reader

✮ word count: 0.9k

✮ summary: when you're friend gets mixed with the crowd, you're left to stand alone at a party you didn't even want to go to. luckily peter is always one call away from making your shitty night a decent one.

✮ warnings: fluff, mentions of alcohol, one kiss, language.

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main m.list ⋆ peter parker m.list ⋆ four-hundred follower bash

not my gif. credit to the owner:)

Pre-gaming at your friend Amanda's apartment earlier that evening set the standards high. Drinks were poured, the music was loud, and laughs echoed in the room. You don’t usually go out, but if your friends needed a plus one, you were always there. 

But now the excitement you’ve felt for this party has suddenly turned sour now that you’re standing alone. You’ve been holding your drink for so long that it’s warmed from the heat of your palm. 

Amanda was whisked away within the first fifteen minutes of stepping foot in the dingy off-campus house. You were happy for her, of course, but being pushed into the corner while people danced around you made you reconsider coming. 

The air around you became hot and suffocating. Combined with the various couples making out beside you, you decided to step outside for a moment. Texting Amanda your new location you begin your journey out the door. It takes a few shoves, but you finally feel the cool air of the night wash over your cheeks. 

It feels like you were finally able to take a breath as you walk further out past the front yard. Looking back at the house, you can tell that the space was filled to the brim. Even the front lawn was crowded with empty solo cups and groups lingering on the porch. 

In all honesty, you’re over this environment. The internal debate between staying and leaving plagued your mind. Amanda knew a bunch of people here, and honestly, she probably forgot about you by now. It’s settled, you're leaving.

Pulling out your phone, you call Amanda. The dial tone rings a few times before she picks up, the music loud in your ear. “Hey girl,” she shouts, making you laugh and pull the phone farther away from your ear, “what’s up?” 

You speak loudly into the phone, hoping she’ll hear you, “Will you be alright if I leave? I’m just not feeling it, I’m sorry.” A wave of shame floods your mind. 

“No, go ahead! I’m sorry for dragging you to this stupid thing anyways,” she slurs a bit.

“Don’t worry about me, Amanda. Go have fun!”

She pauses, “Wait, how are you getting home? I can call you a taxi no problem.” 

“I’m going to call Peter,” you start, “I know he’s just sitting at home right now, so I’ll be fine. Pinky promise.” You sit on the sidewalk, watching more people walk right past you and into the already crowded home. You can’t help but wonder how many people can pack into there. 

A song comes on in the background of your call, causing Amanda to squeal, “Okay, okay. Tell Peter I said hi!” 

“Of course. Have a good night and call me if you need anything at all, okay?”

You can hear her shuffling through the crowd, “Mhm!” 

And with that you hung up, sighing as a smile creeps on your face. Nothing keeps Amanda away from a good party, that’s for sure. 

Standing up, you walk over to the makeshift trash can in front of the house, throwing away the rest of your warm beer before walking back to your spot on the sidewalk. You look at the time, mentally calculating if Peter would still be up and awake enough to pick you up. 

You press on Peter’s name on your phone and hope he’ll pick up. And to your surprise, he answers on the second ring. “Hey,” his voice is warm, “how’s the party, bug?” 

Sighing you respond, “Yeah about that…Do you think you can pick me up?”

Peter immediately rises from his comfortable position on the couch, his mind on high alert. He’s always had a terrible habit of assuming the worst, so with your question, he’s already putting his shoes on. His phone is sandwiched between his ear and his shoulder as he is tying his shoe, “Did something happen? Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” you pick at the gravel beside you, “Amanda found a suitor as soon as we got settled which left me awkwardly standing in the middle of madness.” You shrug, forgetting that Peter couldn’t actually see you, “Just wasn’t feeling it.” 

“I’m sorry, babe,” he frowns, “I’ll be there in ten.”

Ten minutes passed by quickly before Peter found you on your phone, sitting on the edge of the sidewalk. Hearing footsteps approach you, you look up and find your boyfriend wrapped in his fraternity’s merchandise. “Hey, stranger,” you smile as he offers a hand to pull you to your feet. 

You greet him with a warm kiss. He welcomes you with open arms, literally. Wrapping you in a bone-crushing hug, you melt into him. Peter pulls away to look at you, “It’s freezing out here.” He takes off one of his sweatshirts, “Arms up please.” The sweatshirt is pulled over your head, the warmth enveloping your body. 

A loud crash is heard from inside the house, causing you two to look back at the commotion. “Let’s go home,” you hold his hand, pulling him away from the party. 

Peter can’t take his eyes off the madness coming from inside the house, “If one of our parties looks like that, you’ll tell me right?” 

You laugh as you tug on his arm, causing him to finally follow you. “Like you’d ever let it reach that point, Pete.” 

“You’re right,” he says before turning back to the party, he shouts, “fucking amateurs!” 

✮ author's note: FRAT!PETER IS BACK. IM SO HERE FOR IT!! i love frat!peter because he is so cutsie and such a stereotypical college guy with a very sweet side for our dear reader. come join my follower bash!! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support my work! ok, ily bye!

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[mynameismckenziemae]

You can’t convince me that Jake doesn’t have a pregnancy kink…..the further along the better for him

💯

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, pregnancy, oral (f receiving).

2 weeks. 14 days. 336 hours. 20160 minutes. That’s how much time is left until Natasha’s due date. The pregnancy had thankfully been a breeze until the last trimester when she’d been reassigned to administrative work and was bored almost to tears.

To make matters worse, Jake’s been deployed since she’s been on desk duty and was supposed to have been back 6 days ago. Not only was he missing all the appointments, the growing belly, and big kicks, but Nat’s already high sex drive kept increasing the further along she got; her fingers and toys just weren’t cutting it anymore.

Her frustration with everything; Jake being gone, her body no longer felt like hers, being grounded…it all finally bubbled over when she’d asked Simpson if there had been any word on when the squad would be coming home.

“I’m sorry Lt. Trace, you know I’m not at liberty to say,” he says, looking genuinely apologetic.

“I’m due in just over 2 weeks sir. I could go into labor at any time. I will not be happy if I have to deliver without my husband here,” she replies lowly, but then her lip starts to tremble and tears fill her eyes.

Simpson visibly gulps, uncomfortable more from her tears than her threats. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you, sir,” Nat sniffs, smiling as he walks away.

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Natasha startles awake from her nap the following evening when the door unlocks.

“Nat?! I’m home! Where are-oh wow,” he breathes when he spots her on the couch, wearing one of his old UT shirts and plain black cotton panties.

He drops his bag and rushes over, pressing his lips to hers before dropping to his knees to kiss her round belly next.

“I missed you both so much,” he whispers hoarsely, the guilt heavy in his voice.

“We missed you too,” Nat smiles, running her hand through his hair.

He lifts her shirt and his eyes darken as her swollen belly is exposed. “Fuck, mama. Look at you.”

Nat pulls the shirt the rest of the way off and smirks as his gaze rakes over her breasts hungrily.

“Goddamn. Your tits, they’re huge,” he breathes. “Can I touch?”

She nods, “Just be gentle. They’re still sensitive.”

He gently palms her left and they groan in unison when he sucks her left nipple into his mouth. He alternates between the two with gentle nips and sucks.

“Just like that, Jake. I’m gonna-“ she keens as she orgasms for the first time from nipple stimulation alone.

“Holy shit,” he pants.

“I told you they’re sensitive,” she laughs breathily.

“Guess so. How about here?” He smirks and he rubs her over the soaked cotton of her underwear. “Sensitive here too?”

“Please Jake, touch me,” she sighs, bringing her hands to her breasts to replace his.

She gasps as he fists her underwear by her hip and rips the fabric before shoving the scraps out of the way.

“Jake! Those were comf-oh, ohmygod!” She protests but it dies on her tongue as he licks a stripe through her arousal.

“I’ll buy you a hundred more to replace ‘em,” he murmurs against her pussy before tonguing her clit.

“I need-finger me baby…yeah, yeah like that,” she cries when he obliges.

He groans as he palms himself through his flight suit while he devours her, pushing them both closer to their climax.

Her back arches as her sounds of pleasure reach a crescendo as she reaches her orgasm.

A strangled groan leaves Jake when he cums unexpectedly in his flight suit as a gush of her release coats his chin

“Now take me to bed and fuck me,” Nat pants, lifting his chin.

“Uhh…let me clean up and I’ll gladly do so,” he chuckles, pink tinging his cheeks.

“You came? Just from eating me out?” She asks, eyes wide as she glances at the growing wet spot.

“Couldn’t help it. Your tits are incredible, this perfect round belly carrying my baby,” he shudders, pressing a kiss to the taut skin. “So fucking’ beautiful.”

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“17 texts and 32 missed calls?” Nat laughs as she checks her phone in bed.

“I was so scared you were in labor,” Jake says later as he rubs her stomach later, after another 2 rounds. He smiles in awe when he feels his son kick.

“What? Why?”

“We weren’t supposed to be getting back for another 3 days, but Cyclone sent the SeaHawk to the carrier to take me, Bradley, and Bob back early for some reason. Bob and Bradley got in touch with Sunny and Row right away so I knew it wasn’t them.”

Nat laughs as she tells him about her conversation with Cyclone the day prior.

“Apparently the tears worked.”

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[hephaestn]

The twinkling lights from Tommy’s garage were all blurred out in his vision, colors mixing together. Blue and green. Green and red. Red and yellow. He wanted to get up, tear the Christmas lights down, step on them, crush the stupid plastic with the heel of his boot.

Steve and Nancy sat on the couch opposite of him, across the room, underneath the stupid, glowing, awful Christmas lights. Kissing and giggling.

He felt Tommy’s elbow on his ribs. Billy knew the freckled-face boy sat next to him was about to make a joke of some sort, as he always did after elbowing Billy.

“They’re worse now than before their breakup. Always joined at the mouth,” Tommy slurred against his beer bottle.

“It’s disgusting,” Billy spit out.

“What, Hargrove? Did you want Wheeler all for yourself?” Tommy giggled as he took another sip of beer.

Billy could barely stand up but he tried anyway. He needed to get out of here as soon as possible. The alcohol in his bloodstream was dizzying, heating up his muscles, making him want to take off his leather jacket. He craved a cool breeze, freezing cold rain splattering against his skin.

He made his way out of the garage door and let his lungs get filled by the cold air. It dissipated some of the alcohol from his mind, made him feel more himself, somehow. The hot, sweaty air within the room behind him was driving him insane. A small part of his brain wanted to tell him it wasn’t the stuffy air that was driving him insane; it was them—him. His stupid love-sick smiles at anything the stuck-up Wheeler bimbo said and did. His hand moving away her hair before he kissed her. His eyes staring at Billy from across the room in a fleeting moment, as if Billy’s gaze was something shameful to look at for more than a second.

Billy felt like throwing up, his stomach twisting and turning at the flooding memories of him and Steve in the back of the Camaro. He had been so stupid—stupid, stupid, stupid. Billy repeatedly hit the side of his head with the palm of his hand as he tried to swallow the knot of tears in his throat that attempted to drown him.

“Do you feel alright?”

Billy turned at the sudden voice behind him only to encounter his worst nightmare.

“Yes,” Billy said as his voice broke.

Steve stared at him with furrowed brows. “You sure? You’re looking a little pale.”

“I said I’m fucking fine, Harrington,” Billy barked as he walked past Steve on his way back to the garage.

Their shoulders brushed as Billy bumped into him. It made him squeeze his eyes shut at the electrifying feeling that run through his body.

“I’m sorry,” Steve muttered.

Billy thought he imagined them—words so faint, so subtle that the cold breeze almost carried them away.

“For what I did to you. I’m sorry,” Steve said a bit louder this time around.

He didn’t have anything to apologize for, Billy thought. He had been the one to be foolish, to be dumb enough to fall for Steve’s lies. He had mistaken Steve’s warm touch and words for love when they had been nothing but a means to an end—getting laid, have some fun.

Billy didn’t turn around, didn’t say a word. He stepped inside the garage to grab his car keys and kept his teary eyes on the concrete as he made his way to the Camaro. Steve was still there, outside, his eyes on Billy; he could feel them, boring into his skull as he rested his hands on the roof of the car. Billy was still dizzy from the alcohol, from the pain too, trying to steady himself before he could drive.

He felt a gentle touch on his right hand, fingers intertwining with his, the weight of his car keys being lifted. When Billy looked up, Steve was there offering him a soft smile. Billy hated himself for how much it made him melt.

“I’ll drive you. You had a lot to drink.”

Billy wanted to talk back, say something hurtful, something awful that would echo in Steve’s mind forever—but he was so tired.

“I can’t go home. Not like this,” Billy mumbled.

Steve knew about his father. Billy had gotten comfortable with him, way too comfortable, had shared so many secrets, so many parts of him that he kept hidden from everyone else.

“We’ll go to mine.” Steve didn’t think it through, blurted it out almost instantly.

But Billy knew this didn’t mean anything, that they were over, that they had never been. He knew this was only Steve being kind out of pity for the drunk, beaten up, stupid California kid who had fallen in love with an impossible.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #billy x steve #steve x billy #misc: ficlet #lu tries to write #i started this over the holidays but since i have the WORST time getting inspired to write i finished it now… #anyway i hope you enjoy 🤍🤍 #sorry for the angst i don’t know how to write anything else

[buckyalpine]

Hi 🙋🏼‍♀️I have a Bucky Story Idea. Y/N is with Boyfriend Bucky at the Avengers Party that Tony made in the Compound. Everything was fine but after a while when Y/N was alone and everyone was having fun.. R starts to have a panic attack and goes into Bucky's Room. After a few minutes he comes looking after r and comforts r.

Panic

WE LOVE OUR PROTECTIVE BEEFY MAN. You smiled to yourself, looking at the crowd while you sipped your drink in a quiet corner of the bar. Everyone was drinking, dancing, laughing, enjoying their night and you had fun too but you desperately needed a break. Your energy had depleted half through the night and it was only dropping further. You dressed up. You looked amazing (Tony's flirty comments and Steve's blushing was a strong indication of that). Still. You felt a little...off.

The music started to feel too loud.

The room felt too hot. 

The crowd felt like they were too close even though you were sitting alone. 

You felt your chest tighten, like invisible walls were encasing you in a box, slowly closing in on you. Your heart started to race as if it were fighting to escape your body; your breaths starting to grow short and shallow.

You tried to blink away the spots that tried to cloud your vision, your hearing slowly going fuzzy, a dull ringing growing louder. You stood on shaky feet, trying to push through the crowd, fighting against the rising panic.

You tried your best to muster a strained smile, broken words of sorry and excuse me slipping through your lips, your feet feeling like they were tied to bricks as you crossed the room filled with laughing and dancing. 

You had just one goal in mind now; to find a safe place to crash. 

You ran to the first thing that brought you comfort, make up streaming down your face, tears making it harder to open the door. You wanted to scream when the key wouldn’t click the lock open, your shaky hands struggling to grip the door handle. 

As soon as you entered his room, you broke down completely, sitting on the floor with your head between your knees. 

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Bucky searched the crowd for you, you told him you needed a break from dancing and you had gone to grab a drink. That was too long ago for his liking. 

"Has anybody seen y/n?" Bucky's anxiety started to grow when he couldn't find you and no one had seen you leave earlier. He pushed through the crowd but you were nowhere to be found; the longer he spent searching, the harder his blood pumped. You didn’t answer his calls or texts. He didn’t like this feeling. 

He made his way to the elevator, hoping to find you in your room after calling it an early night. As soon as the doors opened, he raced straight to your room, his stomach dropping to find it empty. Bucky made his way down the hall, blinking seeing the light glow from under the door of his room instead, rushing with hope that you were inside.

He breathed a sigh of relied as soon as he saw the little curled up ball under his sheets, but his relief was cut short when he heard your sniffles, your body shaking from your cries.  "Sweet heart?"

The muffled whimper from under the sheets was all he needed to know. Your dress was thrown on the floor, you had changed into one of his Henleys and buried yourself into his sheets, your heart still hammering out of your chest. You felt dizzy, still struggling to breathe.

“Come here” Bucky carefully slid into bed, lifting you so you could sit up in his lap. He rubbed soothing circles on your back while cradling your body to his. “Breathe with me baby, follow my breathes, its okay” 

His lips brushed your forehead, taking your hands and placing them on his chest so you could follow his breathing pattern. “That’s it, slow down, in and out, you’re doing so good y/n” 

Your eyes were trained on his chest, your breaths less shallow. You felt a warm and cool hand wipe your tears away while you started to relax in his hold. You rested your head on his chest, still unable to speak while he continued to rock and cradle you, comforting you through your panic attack. 

“You’re doing so good for me babygirl, m’right here” 

You started to float in and out of sleep, hardly registering Bucky carefully using a wipe to take your remaining make up off as you laid in his bed. He tossed on some sweats, putting on one of your favorite comfort shows to play in the background so the room didn’t feel to quiet. He grabbed you a glass of water, helping you sip while keeping you in his lap, his fingers brushing over your pulse point to make sure you body was starting to calm down. 

“Thank you” you whispered, nuzzled against his chest. Bucky smiled, gently moving you to lay on top of his chest, his arms wrapping around you protectively. He kissed your head, pulling the covers up to wrap you in a cocoon of warmth, safe in his hold. 

“Always here for you, my doll”

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[emilykaldwen]

I obviously don't want you to let any cats out of bags if you're planning this for the main fic, but "Please talk to me. I need to hear you." for Abby and Aegon post-Rook's Rest?

So good news: My ass doesn't have anything planned for the Dance quite yet, so we're going into the general canon for this. So Aegon and Abby were in KL, they were crowned, and things continued as they did in canon.

warning: violent pregnancy loss (off-screen), grief, mentions of past violence. ANGSTY

It had been three weeks. Rain patters on the wall of windows facing the sea, the deep blue and green curtains pulled back to let in the watery light of the miserable day. The fire crackles in the great hearth and braziers are lit to keep any chill away from the king. There is still dust lingering along the corners she finds from where Aegon smashed his dead father’s Valyrian model, and how he’d screamed for it to be tossed in a trash heap, for every single shattered piece of it to be hauled away never to be seen again.

Abby thinks of how she decorated the room after their coronation. Once all of the old things - including the bed that the rot of the king had melted into - had been taken out. There were the erotic mosaics still etched in the walls that Aegon enjoyed, as well as a tapestry of her above the fireplace in their bed chamber, the one of Sunfyre above the hearth in the main room. Couches overflowing with soft pillows and blankets, her drawing supplies by the great doors to the balcony. 

Often, the room was filled with flowers - wisteria and roses, her favorite. 

Now it smells of burnt flesh, of medicinal poultices, of milk of the poppy, of her own tears. She sits in the great chair beside the bed, eyes red rimmed. Surely, she’s cried enough to turn the streets of King’s Landing into rivers. Her needle stabs into her fingers, drawing blood but little sound from her. Drops of it dot the white of the blanket she’s embroidering for the baby that will never come.

Not after that terrible night.

Her ribs still ache from the blows, the swelling along her face having gone down that she can at least see out of both her eyes again.

First it was Aegon, furious at what had been done to her, helpless to take away her pain, their pain. Now it is she who is angry and helpless, impotent at his bedside.

Thunder rumbles outside and she tosses her embroidery across the room, the anger in her a muted thing, difficult to feel in the most visceral ways. It hugs her insides, curling through her bones and wrapping around her limbs like mist. The only sound is her wet gasping, the crackle of the fire. Aegon’s own soft wheezing. The left side of his face is burned, the injury skating down the side of his body but thank the Seven, thank the Old Gods, thank them all, that his armor did not fuse into him to be cut away and cause him more pain.

“Come to the Sept,” Alicent had tried to console her. “Come and pray, it will ease you.”

“The only one I’ll ever pray to is my husband,” she had growled, pulling away from her cousin’s hold. “Leave me. Leave me with him. There is nothing left to comfort me while he is like this.”

“Please talk to me,” she whispers, barely audible to her own ears. “Please, I need to hear you.” Her voice cracks. “mo réalta geal, please.”

Please don’t leave me.

Abby stares down at him, her eyes tracking over the planes of his face, the feel of him one that she knows so intimately that she can feel the sensation of his skin against her fingertips - phantom and comforting. Her breath hitches and she bites down on her fist, eyes shutting tight as another wave of pain, of grief, of loss so acute in her empty belly, in her hollow ribs, threatening to drown her as she wept. “Aegon,” she sobs, her voice small, her plea lost in the hiccups as she bows over him, her tangled, limp hair absent of its luster.

She doesn’t know how long she weeps, but long enough that she falls asleep, her head resting on the bed beside where his hand rests, bandaged fingers little comfort but enough. Her face is a mottled mess, red and puffy, her lashes stuck together from her tears. Abby drifts into her dreams, snatches of memories. Of the maester confirming her pregnancy, of the way Aegon whooped and lifted her into his arms, and she thought they would never be happier.

But then the pair of them came, to rob them of their joy, to take her babe away, to take them both from Aegon had Ser Criston and Ser Arryk not gotten to them. But they had each other, and they would get through it, they would survive this horrible attack, they would defend their family and their home.

Until Aegon flew, crashing with Meleys above Rook’s Rest. The Red Queen plummeted to earth, but Sunfyre had survived. Aegon had survived. Somehow. 

Fingers brush against her forehead and she whimpers, rubbing her face into the light blanket and her eyes cracked open.

Aegon’s fingers came into focus as they wriggled, and the rasping, hoarse whisper, “I’m sorry,” crackled in the air. She couldn’t breathe. Abby blinked, her hand trembling as she touched her fingers to his and slowly, as if she’d wake from a dream, she lifted her head to see Aegon’s own, heavy lidded and unfocused. “I left you for so long.”

“Aegon?” Was he real? Was this his voice?

His mouth twitches slightly as he tries to smile at her. “You are so beautiful.” Slurred and crackly, but Aegon all the same. Abby carefully lifts the bandaged hand in hers, kissing him softly as she moves further on the bed. His uninjured hand moves, heavy and slow from disuse, to cup her cheek with a clumsy movement that causes her to wince. “Sorry,” he whispered, fingers gentle. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere…” a sigh, his eyes fluttering. “Found you….. Mine now.”

“Yours,” she promised. “Yours.”

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[whumpwillow]

Demon's Haven 10

okay woo I've got this and the next three parts after this pretty much all set which is so good of me. how prepared am i ???

anyway here's the penultimate comf chapter before we get into some flashback stuff. platonic bathing trope my beloved <3

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warnings: blood, past torture, description of wounds, nonsexual nudity, basically just more comf but they are both sad and awkward about it 

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Oh, what a fool he was.

He’d been doing everything he could not to anger the witch. He didn’t want to draw her ire just as he had with the angel and now he’d gone and ruined it. He must have, surely, for there was no other way he would think she’d respond to this situation. She was going to leave—had even told him as much—and here he was, asking her not to like he had any right to dictate her decisions at all. He had no will. No choice. No freedom here. She was the one in control and he was at her mercy, and he knew that. He knew how easy it would be for her to call the proper authorities and have him disposed of, or for her to simply do it herself. He was in no condition to fight back against anyone or anything, not in his wretched state, and he was wholly dependent on the kindness she continued to show him for some reason that might forever elude him. And now he demanded more of her? What a fool he was to think he still wielded that kind of power.

“Okay. I’ll stay.”

Her words came hesitant, more than a little unsure, but they broke the demon out of his spiraling thoughts. His head snapped up at the same time a gasp escaped his lips. He watched her, hands fidgeting with the cloth of her shirt. She gave him a smile and a little nod, as if to reassure him of her decision. She didn’t even look angry.

It was enough to know that she would even agree at all. She didn’t have to do what he said, and he knew that he had no power in this situation, yet she agreed all the same. The demon found himself echoing her same smile without meaning to, though his was a crumpled copy of hers, shaky and uneven. It seemed to have an effect on her, for her eyes softened, and she stopped fidgeting.

The demon realized he’d just been standing there silently like an idiot, and snapped himself out of whatever trance he was in. He blamed the blood loss. Or perhaps that dreadful trek through the city that had him stumbling over every cobblestone until he felt as if his bones had been ground into fine powder. That must have been the reason for the clouded, lightheaded feeling he had filling his mind.

He stepped over to the bath and ran his fingers through the water. He breathed out a sigh, his shoulders drooping. The warmth felt good, especially after having his wounds cleaned out with ice cold water. He’d have preferred it warmer, but just as the witch had gotten up to get it, a pang of fear so strong shot through him that it propelled him into the monumentally stupid decision of grabbing her wrist.

The demon had been shocked to find out even that wasn’t enough to test the witch’s patience and have him sent back to his former torment, or to an even greater one. He’d grabbed her without warning, and she’d clearly been frightened by the encounter. He could see it in her eyes.

And yet.

She didn’t hurt him. She stayed by his side.

The demon looked over his shoulder. The witch sat on the chair by the door, hands folded nicely in her lap. She bit the inside of her cheek and looked around the room like she had the intention of counting every tile and board that had been used to build it.

He didn’t know what had caused him to grab her like that back then. Or, why now, he had a fear so strong of her leaving that it overpowered his logical reasoning. He shouldn’t be asking for more from her on top of what she was already giving him.

He just…didn’t want to be alone.

Which was ridiculous. He’d been left alone in his cell whenever the angel had left. He’d been alone when trapped in the summoning circle after the witch had gone home for the day.

“Do you…need me to turn around, or…?” the witch asked, her words hesitant.

The demon tilted his head to the side. “Huh?”

The witch’s cheeks flushed and she looked to the side, biting her lip. She gestured loosely at him and the bath.

The demon realized at once what she meant. He’d nearly forgotten since it had been so long since he’d had a proper bath, once that wasn’t filled with holy water and meant to make him scream and thrash.

“Um, yeah, uh. Yes, please. If you will,” he stammered.

He grimaced at the delivery, wondering where all his eloquence had gone and if it had been bled out of him along with everything else. The witch said nothing of it. She merely turned around and the demon slipped out of his threadbare clothes and into the bath.

The water was lovely. The witch had managed to heat it to the perfect temperature for it to relax his tense muscles without aggravating his wounds. Nothing stung. Nothing burned. The demon allowed his eyes to close and sunk deeper, letting the steam envelop him.

He relished the feeling of becoming clean again, ridding himself of the grime of his cell and the dried blood he’d thought he’d never be free of. He inhaled the scent of whatever oils the witch had added to the bath—lavender, most likely—and scrubbed his arms and legs with the soap she had on the windowsill next to the bath. He couldn’t think of words to describe how it was to rid himself of the filth of his cell, of his torment, and to come back to himself and his body. He felt more like himself again with each passing moment.

The problem, because something always invariably went wrong when he was involved, presented itself in the form of his back and hair. He’d no way to wash the bloody scars there, even when he knew that was where the worst of it lie. Gods, he knew. And while he tried slipping down into the water to wet his hair, the movement aggravated his broken ribs and had him wincing and clutching the side of the tub.

He opened his eyes to find the witch at his side.

He jolted, sending water splashing over the edge. The witch backed away, though not before it caught her skirts, dotting them with the filthy water.

The demon ducked his head in what he hoped passed for bowing in his current position. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I—I didn’t—I—” he stumbled over his words.

Stupid.

He’d gotten carried away. He’d allowed himself to think he was anything other than a disgrace, a toy, a sinner. Too caught up in the luxury of warm water to clean his skin, he’d forgotten himself and dirtied the very same person who’d showed him nothing but compassion.

The witch held her hands out, palms facing him. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

She put her fingertips to his shoulder, the slightest touch, as if he were something fragile and precious and he didn’t understand—

His breath caught in his chest. Hitched. He looked up at her, kneeling beside him.

“You don’t have to apologize,” she said, and the demon couldn’t see it as anything other than a lie.

Of course he had to apologize. He had so many things to apologize for—for being evil, for hurting people, for his past, for his actions, for being what he was, for being a sinner.

“I’m sorry I startled you,” the witch continued. “You just looked like you were in pain.”

The demon swallowed. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

A soft kind of sadness overtook the witch’s expression then, one he had seen many times in the short time they’d known each other. The demon had no idea he could cause that kind of tenderness to appear on anyone, or that they’d ever waste it on the likes of him.

“I can help you, if you like,” the witch said. She paused, bit her lip again. “Or would that be weird?”

“Please.”

The witch nodded and repositioned herself at his back. She took his filthy, disgusting hair in her hands like it didn’t matter at all to her that it was matted with blood and grime. She set one hand on his cheek and told him to tilt his head back if he could and to close his eyes. He obeyed, leaning into her palm. It was like that of the angel’s—causing him pain with just a touch. It didn’t burn his skin though, not like what he’d experienced over and over again, but elicited a deep ache inside him from some unknown place that filled him to the brim with longing. He wanted at once to avoid it and to experience it forever so that this ache would never leave him, no matter how much it hurt.

He felt the witch pour water over his hair once, twice, and again. She didn’t yank on it or use her hold over him to drag him from the bath and across the floor, like he knew the angel would have done. Had done.

She just rinsed his matted locks, taking care to shield his eyes from the warm water by placing her free hand at the peak of his forehead. He even shut his eyes, allowing them to drift closed without as much fear as he thought he would have in the situation. She had complete control over him—but then again, when hadn’t she? And yet the witch had not once intended to use to hurt him.

The protection ward on the door he could understand. He was a sinner—in his past, he—

The demon shuddered, and it had nothing to do with the temperature of the water. Yet that was how the witch must have taken it. She leaned over to his side, her face appearing in his field of view from a slant. She once again asked him if it was too cold and if he was comfortable. The demon could only nod, then correct himself when he realized she wouldn’t know which answer he was nodding in response to. He hadn’t been this comfortable in ages. Warm water that wasn’t blessed, didn’t burn. He wasn’t hurting. He was clean.

The witch returned to her work, gently threading her fingers through his hair to try and remove the knots. She could have pulled on them or cut them—a thought that caused the demon to grimace. It seemed he still had the last vestiges of his former vanity clinging to him like wet cloth on skin.

But she didn’t. She worked with more care than the demon knew he warranted and he couldn’t help but sigh. He tilted his head back into her waiting hands, eyes closed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep from the exhaustion that plagued him and the effects of being immersed in warm water.

“Hey, we’re almost done,” the witch told him.

A hand came to his shoulder and gently shook him awake. The demon opened his eyes and looked up at her from where he lay. She peered down at him, her auburn hair falling around her face. The demon held his breath for a reason he could not name.

In the end, the witch never left him. She sat in the chair she had by the door, which was really more a stool and too small for anyone to comfortably sit on for any long stretch of time, her back turned away from the demon as he emerged from the tub. The water sloshed to the floor, pink and grotesque, and the demon scowled at it. He quickly dried himself, which meant scraping fabric over his open wounds way more haphazardly than he would have liked. As soon as the towel touch the raw lashes on his back, he gasped, a sound as quiet as any but not nearly enough. The witch picked up on it, was about to turn, then stopped herself.

“You alright?” she asked.

The demon nodded, stupidly. She couldn’t even see him.

“Quite,” he replied.

In truth, it stung to try and slide the fabric over his body, but he wanted to move quickly so he could dry the water from the floor before the witch turned around. She’d already done so much for him. She’d stayed in the room even when he could see she’d have preferred to be elsewhere, but it was him and his stupid fear of not wanting to be left alone that had him aching for her to remain in his sight so she could remind him that he was out. He wasn’t there anymore. He wasn’t trapped in a cell or heading inevitably toward an eternity trapped in a burning lake where the others disposed of their trash. He was here.

Free.

Sort of.

He remembered the soul bond the two of them shared, and figured he’d deal with the consequences of it later.

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[joekeeryswife]

“Oh God” - J.Q

hello loves! i hope everyone is okay. so, another dad!Joseph imagine. there will be a part two i promise! this is so cute i absolutely love this request (from Wattpad). now, this probably has a few mistakes but oh well. enjoy lovelies <3

your due date was two weeks away and it was safe to say you were really really excited to meet your baby. you had wanted to be a mum since you were a little girl and now it was finally happening you couldn't wait for your due date to arrive. Joseph was just as excited as you were. he had been by your side every step of the way. from when you took your first pregnancy test which was positive, when you went to the fist scan, when you were being sick with morning sickness, when your bump started growing, the first kicks and most importantly your cravings.

whatever you needed, Joseph got. whether it was in the middle of the night and you wanted pickles, or when you really fancied some McDonald's chicken nuggets with a twirl McFlurry. when he was a kid Joseph always wanted to be a dad and now the time was nearing he couldn't be more impatient. it was like the last 9 months went quickly and the last two weeks were going so slow. he could hardly deal with waiting and he just wanted his baby out.

you had finished the nursery three weeks ago and it was a pastel pink room with tiny white flowers dotted around. it was filled with everything the baby needed and it just looked perfect. you also had you baby bag ready and at the door just in case you went into early labour. you were laying in bed reading a book, waiting for Joseph to finish his nightly routine. he finished his routine quickly and rushed into the bedroom and laid down next to you, his head down next to your bump. every single night without fail Joseph would always speak to your bump.

his hand would stroke the area where your baby girl would kick the most. anytime she heard her daddies voice she would start kicking like mad and you loved it. feeling her kicks made your heart flutter and fill with so much love. you were two chapters away from finishing your book as you listened to Joseph talk you you huge bump. "and when you do finally decide to show up we will be so excited and ready to meet you. i was ready to meet you when you mummy first told me she was pregnant" he watched as his little girl kicked your stomach, a wide smile spreading across his face as he watched her react.

you put your book down and also started watching your baby's kicks. "it's like she's playing football in there" you said laughing softly. Joseph took his eyes off of your bump and looked up at you. three years together and he still didn't think you could get your beautiful, but you did. he thought you were the most beautiful thing in the world. "you're beautiful". you blushed brightly, looking like a dark red tomato. you let your hands cover your face as you felt his stare burn into you.

"stop covering your face baby" he said, smirking at you. every single time he complimented you you always blushed. it was like you were a teenager getting her first compliment from a boy. he pulled your hands away from your face and he kissed your hand gently."don't stay in there for much longer. i wanna meet you". he said after kissing your bump. he sat back up with his back on the headboard, gently pulling you into him. he stroked his hand up and down your arm and kissed your forehead "do you ever think what it's gonna be like when she's actually here? like it isn't gonna just be us and the dogs like there's gonna be a baby here that we created". his other hand was on your bump.

"of course i do. she's been growing in me for 9 months and i'm honestly so excited to have her here with us" you replied as you laced your fingers with his. after a few minutes of comfortable silence you felt the familiar feeling for tiredness wash over you, making you close your eyes. you were practically asleep when Joseph looked down at you so he turned off the TV and helped you get into a more comfortable position in the bed. "come on sweetheart you have to cooperate a little bit here" he joked, making you shoot him a tired, playful smile.

you couldn't reply, you felt as if you were about to fall asleep any second as he got in a comfortable position next to you, his body turned toward you with his hand on your belly, rubbing small circles on your skin as your baby did small kicks to 'reply' to her daddies touch. obviously these kicks were nothing like the ones you had before but sleeping just seemed perfect right at this second. the past couple of days she'd not really allowed you to sleep so with her 'allowing' you to now you took the opportunity straight away.

Joseph stayed awake for about 20 minutes after you fell asleep, really allowing himself to speak openly to his daughter who wasn't even here yet. "and i know you are giving your mama a hard time so please give her a break before you decide to come out here. we are all so so excited to meet you even the dog is getting impatient. but we all realise you have to take your time and come out when you're ready. you know the day i found out about you being in mummy's tummy i was so excited. i immediately told your nanny about you because i couldn't keep it to myself and she was just as excited. okay i'm getting tired now but please please please come out soon" he kissed your stomach and then laid back up next to you, kissing your forehead before falling into a deep sleep himself.

the next thing you remember was a sharp pain in your lower stomach before a gush of water practically poured out of you. you sat up immediately and put your hand on your stomach. you were still half asleep, not realising that this was the day your baby girl was choosing to come into the world. Joseph stirred slightly but didn't wake up. you sniffled in and waited to see if any more pains came before you had to wake him up. in all fairness you could have just peed your pants but it didn't feel like that at all.

after about 8 minutes you felt another pain, this one a lot worse than the one you just had. you breathed through it, eyes scrunching up as the pain lasted. after the contraction subsided, you let your hand move from your bump to Joseph's chest, stroking it softly, allowing your one hand to keep yourself elevated.

"Joseph" no response.

"Joseph sweetheart you need to wake up" no response again.

"Joseph, my water broke" this made his eyes shoot open, body sitting up immediately.

"now?" he accidentally shouted out, making you wince slightly. "yes right now love. she's ready to meet us" you said as you tried to get out of the bed, feeling your pyjama bottoms completely soaked from amniotic fluid. "oh god" he said getting out of bed, rushing around the room looking for his joggers and a jumper, accidentally tripping over his own feet. you laughed out loud, not being able to contain your laughter at that moment. "i'm so glad that me falling is amusing to you" he joked, standing back up again.

"can you help me up please?" you said, holding your hands out for him to help you up out of your seated position. he walked around to you and helped you up and you took a second to breathe before you started walking toward the bathroom. "uhh what are you doing?" he said confused as he watched you start taking off your, his, oversized shirt as you made your way into the bathroom. "i'm having a shower" you replied as you finally got into the bathroom.

"y/n, sweetheart, i love you so much but you're showering right now? we have to get you to the hospital the baby could just fall out of you right now" he panicked, following closely behind you, watching as you stepped into the shower, the water on your skin calming any nerves you had at that moment in time. "love it doesn't work like that" you laughed, leaning down to reach the shampoo but your contraction stopped you doing that, you winced loudly making Joseph make his way over to you.

"hey it's okay, breathe through it. what do you need me to grab?" he questioned, rolling up his sleeves before putting his hand on your back. "can you just get the shampoo, conditioner and the wash stuff? i don't wanna smell" you said as you eyes squeezed shut as your contraction felt worse. "why don't you sit down? i can wash your hair for you sweetheart" he suggested, you looked over and him and nodded your head. he put his hand out so he could help you sit down. he started washing your hair for you whilst you washed your body. he was very gentle, making sure no suds went into your eyes or on your face for that matter.

"are you scared now that it's actually happening? you asked Joseph as you rinsed your hair and body. "yeah i am. when you were sleeping earlier i said to her she needs to come out soon and i guess she took that literally. but i'm mainly excited to meet her, even if she's coming out a little earlier than we expected" he saw you were rinsed completely of suds and put his hands out so you could stand up and get ready to finally leave for the hospital.

you got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around your body, your belly protruding out of it. as soon as you go to the sink you felt a contraction coming, you bent over the counter and breathed in deeply, each contraction becoming worse and worse with each one. "that one was a lot closer than the rest sweetheart, maybe you should just put on whatever and then we can go" Joseph said, his hands massaging your lower back as he watched your face change with the pain. you nodded and stood back up straight when it subsided. "i'm really proud of you you know" he said, taking your face into his hands, stroking your cheek softly. "and i'm really really happy that i'm having this baby with you and no one else. i love you"

he lent in a placed a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away. he looked into your eyes with such adoration and love. it was like he was mesmerised by you and your presence. he had never felt so lucky in his entire life, not when he got his first role on tv, not when he became famous from playing Eddie on Stranger Things. all of those things made his career but he didn't care. he didn't care about the roles or money or the game he just cared about you. you had you. that was the most important thing to him. "now come on no more soppy shit let's have this baby" he said, quickly pecking your lips as he guided you back to the bedroom. his little girl was coming into the world and he couldn't be more excited.

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[strwberri-milk]

Tearful Embrace: Diluc

Diluc x GN!Reader || (Slight) Hurt/Comf, Fluff || 573 words

Hugs make everything better, don't they?

a/n - tell me why my team lead bought me an appreciation hippo and also hugs me a lot i go through w it bc it makes [redacted] happy and idrm hugs anymore but man are they uncomfy (in general im not a hugger LMAO)

Diluc knows that sometimes you aren't going to be talkative. That is perfectly fine in his opinion. After all, he's not going to just sit there and strongarm you into having a conversation with him. However, today just felt very different.

Right now you were just sitting across from him in the drawing-room. the two of you beginning to wind down to get ready for bed later. He watches discreetly as you fiddle with your fingers, toes tapping the ground a little restlessly as you continue to fidget. He can clearly see that something is weighing on your mind, making you fidget as aggressively as you are in his presence.

He's not too sure on how to breach the subject. Does he risk embarrassing you and asking you if everything is okay when there might actually be nothing wrong, or does he ask and also upset you by making you talk about something that you actively wish to ignore? His mind worries over this, creating a rut in his head as he mentally walks back and forth.

In that time, you manage to sneak your way over to him and slip into his lap. You immediately settle in his warmth, sighing contently as he just stares at you. Diluc doesn't really mind that you're being touchy, gingerly brushing out your hair in confusion but he wishes he could do more.

"Luc," you say a little sleepily, his presence calming your once racing thoughts.

"What is it my beloved?" he hums back, voice low to avoid stirring your thoughts up too much.

"I love you."

His heart skips a beat. No matter how many times you say that to him it'll always feel like the first time, making his mind scatter and body still. That, paired with the affectionate look in your eyes makes him think he really will just melt into your arms, leaning down to kiss your lips softly.

"I love you too."

For some reason, you shake your head. It's funny the way you do it, eyes closed and lips pouting. He can barely contain his laughter, giving you a soft smile as his shoulders shake.

"Why are you shaking your head?"

"I love you," you repeat, the emphasis not really explaining to him what you were trying to communicate.

"And I love you," he mirrors, wondering if that would manage to sate you.

It doesn't seem to but he doesn't mind as you crawl onto his lap and hug his body tightly to yourself. Your arms wrap around his neck and you bury your face into his hair, breathing all of him into you so intensely he thinks your body will mold into his.

"I love you so much," you whisper into his skin, the words etching into his body and imprinting them onto his soul.

"You are what is good with the world, what it means to be fulfilled, the only reason why the sun rises in the morning after the majesty of the moon has had it's fill of you," you continue in an almost ramble of his praise.

Diluc can't respond, the words knocking his breath away as you hold him even tighter, pressing kisses to his throat slowly. Clearly you've won whatever battle you were waging against him he thinks as you smirk against him, fully resting your weight on him.

"Well, when you say that how could I ever trump your love for me?"

#diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #genshin x reader #diluc fluff

[hunnythebee]

Hi there, I like your one shots of Tech and Hunter. Would you mind writing something romantic Wrecker? Maybe he gets injured and reader takes care of him? Up to you! Thanks. : )

Oh you have no idea how badly I've been wanting to write something with him, and now you've given me the perfect excuse. This fic is pure fluff and romance. I hope you like it ♥️

Touches

After an encounter with Wrecker at the bath house in upper Pabu, you're realizing that the feelings you have for him may not be purely platonic, and he feels it too.

2.6k words - first person - gender neutral

Tags & Warnings; Wrecker x Reader, Wrecker x gn!Reader, fluff, mildly suggestive themes (nothing explicit), friends to lovers, massage, bathhouse, competitive Wrecker, competitive Reader, naps, cuddling, Wrecker is king of consent, one bed (bath in this case) trope, Pabu

Being on Pabu was like living in a dream. Even after the devastation left in the wake of the tidal wave, it was pure serenity after being on the run for so long. When Hunter had announced that we were staying, even if for a short time, I felt a weight fall from my shoulders. The next day we all started to help with cleaning up around the village. Hunter was working with the Mayor to find people places to shelter while rebuilding. Tech and Phee were helping to assess what materials would be needed to rebuild. Omega was somewhere on the island with Shep’s daughter, which made me feel so happy that she had a friend her own age. As for me, I was on clean up with my favorite person and best friend. Wrecker. He could make any situation fun. In this case, we were competing for largest pile of seaweed. The houses were covered in it, and filling cart after cart had gone from tedious to exhilarating. Announcing over the comms what number we each were at every hour, kept us going all the way till sunset. After the day was done, we were invited to utilize the bathhouses that were located in upper Pabu. Actually it was more like we were begged to use the bathhouses because in truth we stank so bad after handling seaweed and sweating all day.

As I poured water over my self and washed out all the grime from my hair, I tried to remember the last time I had bathed like this. It couldn’t have been less than a month since I had scrubbed clean with unlimited water. It was a revelation. Once my skin felt clean and the water from my hair ran clear I made my way to the baths. Well actually it was more like… bath. I slid the door open and locked eyes on a stark naked Wrecker stepping into the hot water. My eyes widened and I averted my gaze. “Oh! Oh my! I’m so sorry!” I shouted, pulling my towel tight around me and startling him. I heard a loud splash and chance a peek. Wrecker was fully submerged in the water except for his head. He looked ridiculous and I couldn’t help but laugh. His expression was just as bewildered as mine.

“I thought that they meant… private baths. I didn’t– I didn’t think we would be… erm… sharing,” his face was cherry red. I bit back another laugh.

“Well it would appear it’s just the one… I can always come back when you’re done if that would make you more comf-” my sentence was interrupted abruptly by Wrecker.

“No!” He stood up and his chest was in full view. I had never seen him so… bare. I had always imagined him being very visibly muscular, but I was mistaken. He had prominent pectorals and a soft belly. Across his chest and down his stomach were dark hairs, they tapered down towards… I averted my gaze again. This time I was the one turning cherry red. Wrecker noticed and immediately spun around.

“I have an idea…” I announced.

He cleared his throat, “I’m… uh… listening.”

“The only problem is that we don’t want to see the other, right?” I posed the question.

There was a long pause. “Right,” he finally said.

“Well, if you promise not to look. Then I promise not to look. Deal?” I offered.

“Deal.” I could hear the grin he was wearing. He waded in further as I approached the steps leading in. I dropped my towel and sank into the warm water. I sighed as my muscles relaxed. I dipped down into the water to my neck, copying him.

“Okay… it’s safe.” I announced. He turned around and faced me, but still avoiding looking at me. The first minutes were… uncomfortable. I decided to try to break the tension.

“I hope you know I’m going to beat you tomorrow.” I proclaimed, knowing that his competitive side was his weakness. He let out a hearty laugh.

“In your dreams!” He declared.

I glared at him playfully, despite him not meeting my gaze. “Hey! I almost beat you today!”

“Ha! You wish!” He laughed again, finally looking at me. Once we passed that hurdle the rest of the bath was actually really relaxing. I sighed as the warm water soothed my aching muscles. I brought a hand up and started rubbing at a stubborn knot in my neck. Wrecker took notice and nodded at me, “You okay?”

I hissed in pain, “Yeah… it’s just this stupid knot. It’s been killing me for weeks.” Nothing I was doing was relieving it. I had my eyes screwed shut as I was trying to work it out in the hot water and I had been so focused I hadn’t heard him move toward me. When I opened my eyes he was standing right in front of me. His chest in full view again.

“Turn around,” he ordered. 

“What for?” I asked.

He folded his arms across his chest, had he always been this large, and asked me in return “Do you trust me?”

“Well… yeah of course.” I responded.

“Then…” he made a circle gesture with his index finger. This time I didn’t protest.

“Can you stand up a little more please?” He requested. “I promise I won’t look.” I stood up out of the water until I felt a hand on my shoulder. “There’s good. Thanks.” Then the hand on my shoulder started to knead and my tense muscles.

“Oh… Oh that’s nice…” I let my eyes roll back and I melted into the action. “I didn’t know you knew how to do this.” I stated.

“I’m full of surprises,” teased Wrecker. He worked his hands along my aching shoulders and neck until he found the knot. The moment he pressed into it a moan escaped my lips and we both froze. I felt a heat cross my cheeks and felt embarrassment bloom in my chest. I buried my face in my hands and began apologizing profusely.

“N-no need. It’s a normal response. But just… do you want me to help you with this knot or would you like me to stop?” He was being so kind and sincere about all of this, and I felt such security with him.

“I want to keep going… please.” My voice was small but he still heard me.

He still didn’t move his hands quite yet, and he spoke, “You make whatever sounds you need to then.”

I nodded and breathed out deeply as he began to work the knot in my neck. Despite what he said I still tried to hold back the noises, but then he hit a particular tender spot and I whimpered. From that point all the noises were free, grunts, moans, whines, all of it. But not once did he laugh or say anything about it. Eventually the knot was completely gone, and I hadn’t felt this good in weeks.

Wrecker patted me on the shoulders and said tauntingly, “See? Aren’t you glad you trust me?”

Without thinking a tipped my head back against his chest and said “I’ll always trust you…” It took me a moment to realize what I had just done. Sheer embarrassment flood my veins and I rushed out of the bath, thanking him hurriedly and covering myself in the towel. I dressed quickly so he wouldn’t be able to catch up to me. What was going on? Why was I thinking like this? I never used to get like this with him… these thoughts kept me up all night.

Wrecker and I met as usual that morning, acting like nothing happened last night. But I still couldn’t get him out of my head. I lost to him again purely because I was distracted by watching him moved bundles of wood in the sun. He ended up finishing long before me.

“Come find me when you’re finally done.” He had teased before heading back to the peak. After such a long day it felt good to fall back into the shade of the tree at the summit. Wrecker leaned up against the trunk with his armor in a heap nearby. He had his arms comfortably tucked behind his head and his eyes shut. My eyes lingered on his biceps, tracing over the prominent veins and sculpted muscle. Had his arms always looked this good? His head tipped to the side slightly and he spoke softly.

“How was your day?” Wrecker asked. He had always taken a genuine curiosity in what I had going on in my life, but I was only now starting to recognize it. Talking with him always gave me a warm feeling, and he always left me smiling. More things I hadn’t noticed until recently.

“It was good,” I offered him a sweet smile. “Long and a bit exhausting but good.” 

Wrecker returned my smile with a large grin of his own. He patted the patch of grass beside him, inviting me to come sit beside him. I crawled toward him on all fours, which he seemed to watch with a mixture of amusement and… something else I couldn’t quite place. I took my place next to him against the tree.

“It’s much more comfortable against the tree, don’t you think?” He teased, putting his hands back behind his head. I took a deep breath and smelled something wonderful. A heavy scent of chopped wood, sunlight, and an indescribable sweet musk. I turned my head toward the man beside me and took another whiff. This time he heard and lowered his arms.

“Oh, sorry. I probably stink,” he laughed.

I shook my head and replied, “Not at all. Actually, you smell kinda… good.”

He raised an inquisitive eyebrow at me, as if what I said was something in a different language. “What?” I asked, feeling a little defensive.

He suppressed an amused smile and shook his head as he returned to his prior position, “Nothin’. Just… no one’s ever said I smelled good before.”

I bit my lip and felt a blush bloom across my cheeks. Why was I feeling this way around him now? I hadn’t recognized it till last night but Wrecker makes me feel a flutter in my stomach when he looks at me or touches me in any way. That didn’t used to happen before. Or… or maybe it has been happening all along and I just never had the chance to notice because there was always something else. Now I was relaxed, and he’s right there. I shifted and my thigh brushed against his and I felt my heart leap in my chest. I decided to just stay still and close my eyes. 

This is Wrecker, I reminded myself. I have nothing to be nervous about. This is still the same man who has given me lessons in explosives and shared mantell mix with. Nothing has changed. He’s still my closest friend and… and… my thoughts went blank as his arm fell onto my shoulders.

My head was spinning and my heart was racing. Wrecker must have noticed me tense up or my breathing quicken because he shifted next to me and spoke my name softly into my ear. Chills erupted all over my skin and I turned my head to look at him.

“Yeah?” My voice was trembling.

“Is this okay?” He asked, “Because if you don’t like it I can-” he had started to remove his arm, but I had moved without thinking and had grabbed his hand to keep him in place.

I chewed my lip nervously, my eyes still fixed on him. He took his free hand from behind his head and used his large thumb to pull my lower lip from between my teeth. I took a shaky breath as he did so.

“Relax… it’s just me. You don’t have to be nervous,” he ran his thumb across my lower lip once and removed his hand. I melted under the touch. With that reminder and a deep breath I was able to relax into him. My head fell against his chest and I was shocked to hear that, despite his composure, his heart was racing even faster than mine. I smiled to myself, happy with the fact that he was feeling the same way.

He’s feeling the. Same. Way.

“Wrecker,” I attempted to move, so I could ask him my burning question. However his large arm curled around me and held me tighter to his chest.

“Shhh… it’s okay. I want to enjoy this for now. We can talk later…” he soothed and assured me. I nodded against his chest in agreement, but I wasn’t going to just drop this. After sitting together like that a little longer it began to feel…normal. Natural even. His breathing had turned to snoring, and those snores lulled me to sleep.

I didn’t wake up until it was late into the night. Wrecker had shifted in his sleep, and in the process lifted me from my spot, as I was now curled up in his lap as he cradled me in his arms. I sat up slowly, not wanting to wake him up. However, he was already up. “Did you sleep well?” His voice was still gritty with sleep, and it was like music in my ears.

I sat up and blinked at him. I still had sleep in my eyes, but I could make out his face perfectly. His tan skin was illuminated by the light of the moon that was high in the sky. 

It took me a moment to wake up enough to form words, but it finally happened, “Y-yeah. I did actually.”

“Good,” he pulled me in to a warm hug and softly admitted, “Me too… best sleep ever.”

I buried my face in his neck and took a deep breath. 

I spoke without thinking, “I want to live in this hug. This is home.”

He held me tighter into him, “This is home.” He repeated back in agreement.

“Wrecker, I-” I pulled back from the hug to look into his eyes, but lost all words when I saw the way he was looking at me. He had the warmest smile and his eyes were flicking between mine and my lips. Both his hands came up to cup my face and we simultaneously leaned into each other Our lips crashed into each other in a soft but needy kiss. Like all of the years of compassion for each other was being expressed in this singular kiss. His tongue grazed against my bottom lip. A silent question, that I happily answered ‘yes’ to by allowing him entry. He tasted divine. I hummed happily into the kiss and sank into him. His hands glide down from my face to my waist. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and we remained in this embrace for an eternity, or at least till we ran out of breath. Finally we broke apart, breathlessly.

He chuckled contently, and brought his hand back up to brush through my hair, “I have been wanting to do that since our second night here…” he confessed.

“Why…didn’t you?” I breathed out with my nose tucked against his.

“I wasn’t sure you felt the same way… I needed to make sure you wouldn’t hate me if I did…” he sounded so sincere.

I pulled him into another kiss, softer and shorter than the last one. Then I responded, with my mouth still against his, “I could never hate you.”

He smiled against my mouth and kissed me again. This time he shifted me in his arms, and with breaking away, he stood up and set me down on the ground. The moment our lips parted he pulled me into a tight hug and lifted me off the ground, spinning me in circles.

“I’m so happy. You make me so happy," Wrecker stated. He pressed his lips to mine once more, and I was in pure bliss.

Masterlist

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[freshwaterbassist]

I come to request any hurt/comf with our beloved big boy Mountain, maybe it's a bad pain day or has a hard time maneuvering certain areas of the ministry with his size

Hello!!! Finally finished this lol. I ended up making it a but of an x reader at the end!

Ships: Mountain x gn reader, could be seen as platonic

Mountain was miserable. His leg was absolutely on fire, and a headache the size of Mt. Everest had sprung up within his head.

The Ministry had been noisier than usual, so he went to the green house out back for some piece and quiet. The greenhouse was dirty, so he went to clean it. He went to find a broom but it was missing. So, he had gone all the way back into the ministry, past the chaos of clergy members shuffling about, past the sisters and brothers and their own cacophony, even past the dens of ghouls with their constant shrieking and squealing, down the labrynthian hallways until he finally found a supply closet he had a key to- only to find a mangled old thing instead of a broom.

It stood, more so leaned, in the back corner on the room. No natural light was present. The synthetic bulb shinning from up above flickered as though filled with laughter at Mountain's misfortune. He ventured a step in. The buzzing light only made the headache worse.

The air was stiff and filled with dust. He took a few more moves towards the object, and felt pain hiss through his lower leg. A big box of *something* thumped against him, and he felt as though he could crumble into a heap on the floor. The pain was deep, and he knew he would bruise. It made him feel a bit Hollow.

He looked down at the ground. No space was available for his foot to rest, unless he stood on his tippy toes. And he wouldn't have been been able to do that with the pain he hand already been experiencing.

Mountain sighed and turned away from the room. He could deal with a dirty green house. His chair wasn't covered in soil atleast. He could still sit on it. It would still provide some comfort.

Walking past the dens, the siblings, and the church service he felt as though his shoes were filled with led. Every step caused a bit of hurt to travel up his leg, and he wondered if he would even make it outside again. It was a joke, kind of. He knew he would still be able to walk. It just wasn't enjoyable. He reached the back door of the ministry. The door wasn't heavy, just bothersome, and it required a deep push to open. Mountain shifted all of his weight against it, and almost hit his head on the frame.

Someone was on the other side.

"Mountain!" You exclaim. He looked up almost sheepishly. "Are you alright?" He looked around as though the air would offer him an answer. "Yeah." He said. He didn't want to elaborated any more because that would draw attention to the fact that he very much so was *not*. You take his arm and he instantly leans his weight onto you.

"I swept up the green house" you say. He looks down with a surprised glance. "You didn't see me?" You ask, looking up. A delighted expression plays at your face. You smile. "C'mon, let's go out."

#the band ghost #ghost the band #mountain ghoul #mountain ghoul x reader #fan fic #writing

[bookyeom]

pairing: yoongi x reader word count: 2.4k genre: roommates to lovers summary: You knew your roommate could cook, and could cook well. You’d never expected him to hand-feed you one of his creations at 7pm on a Tuesday night, though. tags/warnings: kissing, domestic!yoongi

A/N: It's been a while! Hope everyone has been keeping well xo. Also laugh at the title of this fic because I'm hilarious.

The first time he does it, it shocks you. 

He’s cooking across the kitchen as you do your schoolwork at the table, and then suddenly he’s interrupting you with a spoon to your lips, one hand underneath it so as not to spill the broth on you or on the floor. You’re so surprised that all you can do is open your mouth as he feeds you the soup he’s been working on, his eyes expectant and waiting as though he hadn’t just spoon fed you intimately in the middle of your shared kitchen.

Your mind fills startlingly quickly with painful thoughts of domesticity, and pushing them away feels like the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. 

Watching Yoongi cook. Cuddling with Yoongi on your couch after you’ve eaten dinner together. Doing... other things with Yoongi. Doing things to Yoongi.

You’d moved in with Yoongi months ago on a friend’s recommendation. You’d only met him briefly a couple of times, but he was friends with your friends and you were both looking for a room off campus for your last year of school, so it had worked out well. You’d always thought he was cute from the few times you’d met, but hadn’t thought anything more of it until you’d gotten to know him through late night talks and grumpy mornings. You definitely have a crush on the handsome dark-haired, brown-eyed man now – he’s smart, has the funniest dry humour, and he can cook. 

That last one had been a huge blessing for your tired evenings after class, though you’d never expected him to hand-feed you one of his creations at 7pm on a Tuesday night.

Contrary to how you’re suddenly feeling with him so close to you, spoon still mid-air after leaving your mouth, the man in front of you doesn’t seem fazed at all. He just waits for your response, raising an eyebrow when you’ve long since swallowed and haven’t spoken, and you’re suddenly jarred into action. 

“Oh,” you sputter. “That’s really good, Yoongs.”

Though all you’ve offered him in your daze is the barest minimum of a compliment, he still smiles, pleased. 

“Thanks,” comes his easy reply. “I’m trying something new.” With that, he moves back to the stove, and you’re left completely dumbfounded. 

Due to some kind of strange, unspoken agreement, taste testing for Yoongi becomes a bit of a habit after that.

Now that school is done for the summer for him, Yoongi has a lot more free time. He either spends it making new music, sleeping in, or cooking something new for the two of you. Every night when you come home from your summer classes, he’s hard at work in the kitchen making dinner. 

It’s become so natural. You come home and settle down at the table, where he intermittently feeds you spoonfuls of the dish in progress as you study, pausing your work for a minute or two each time so you can try to guess what he’s making. You guess wrong, he teases. You guess right, you’re rewarded with a soft smile that does wonders to your insides.

You’re so desperate for your new little domestic routine that you start planning brunch dates with your friends instead of dinner dates so that most of your evenings are free to run home. The nights that you are forced into commitments, you still come back to a container full of whatever Yoongi had made that night in the fridge, always packaged neatly for you in a plastic container to take to campus for lunch the next day, and always topped with a simple, Yoongi-esque note. A smiley face, an exclamation point, five exclamation points when it’s something extra good. 

If you’re honest with yourself, you’re a little bit scared by how easy it is to be with him like this. To let him care for you like this. It’s comforting. It’s warm. It’s you and Yoongi, the same as you’ve always been, except that now it feels like a whole lot more. It feels like everything you’ve ever wanted.

And it’s terrifying. 

You’re not sure what to do about it, and what’s worse is that you have no idea if he’s felt the shift, too.

You wake up one morning after a drunk escapade had forced you out of the house the evening before, your head pounding but the rest of you surprisingly unscathed. As you swallow down an Advil from the bottle on the nightstand beside your bed, you register noise from the kitchen, and your eyebrows furrow. 

You find your phone amongst the rumpled sheets, wincing at the bright light of the screen. 9:13am. What was Yoongi doing up so early on a Saturday? You're suddenly hit with the smell of cooking, and you climb out of bed in confusion, leaving your room to follow the scent down the hall.

You enter the kitchen, brows furrowing when you find him just as you’d predicted – by the stove. His back is to you, and you really can’t figure out what he’s doing at this hour. He spares you a quick glance over his shoulder when he hears you walk in. 

“Morning,” he offers.

You hum in response, still confused as to the reason for his early morning kitchen adventure, but you can’t help but take a second to admire the expanse of his back in the white t-shirt he’s wearing. You barely register the apron tied around his waist, even though it’s unusual of him to wear one (“I like the danger”, was what he’d told you once when you’d suggested maybe not cooking while wearing a white t-shirt and no apron). You think nothing of it, though, too preoccupied now with admiring the way his butt looks in his favourite black track pants. 

“What are you making at this hour?” You finally ask as you slide into a chair at the table.

He sends you another glance before responding, “Banana French toast.”

You blink. 

You’d been expecting something extravagant. Yoongi never makes breakfast - he much prefers to sleep in – so you’d assumed he’d had a crazy, wacky idea for something amazing that couldn’t wait. But instead, he’s just told you that he’s making your favourite breakfast, a simple dish that requires very little effort on his part. One you could easily have made yourself. You’re even more confused now – not only does Yoongi hate mornings more than anyone else you know, he also hates not challenging himself.

“You texted me last night that you wanted your favourite French toast when you woke up.”

He seems to have noticed your prolonged silence as he quietly offers up an explanation. You register his words for a minute before you wrack your brain. Unfortunately, your memory of the night before is hazy at best. You remember texting him that you were on your way home, but that was it. 

“Oh,” you say after a moment. “I don’t remember.”

“Yeah,” he turns around now, eyes finally meeting yours. He pauses before he adds, “You asked for some other stuff, too.”

The quiet, slight teasing tone of his voice makes your heart start to pound hard against your chest, and it takes all the strength you have in you not to scramble back to your room to check your phone. Panic begins to ease its way into your veins, and you feel lightheaded (not from your hangover, either). You’re desperate to know what other dumb shit you said… but you really don’t want him to know just how desperate, so you stay put. Completely frozen in your kitchen chair, at Yoongi’s mercy.

“Do you want me to give you a recap?” As if reading your mind for the second time that morning, he speaks again. His face is serious, but his eyes are teasing as he gazes at you.

“I don’t know…” you begin slowly. “Do I?”

He lets out a soft laugh at that. “It’s up to you.”

You let it all simmer for a moment. Apparently, you’re silent for too long again, and so Yoongi takes matters into his own hands – again. You look up in surprise as he slides his phone across the table to you before returning to the stovetop. You hear the click of the stove as he turns it off, but you barely register it. Your eyes are on his phone screen, heart thrumming in your chest as you see he’s opened a text thread for you to read. 

Y/N: immmm so so so drunk!! Y/N: m’y little chef can u pls make me my FAAAVoueite French toast tomorroe?? When I wake up Y/N: i love You. I’m in looooove with u Y/N: and your food. Both you and the food are equally yummy ;) Yoongi: damn, how much did you drink? Y/N: :))))))) Y/N: so is that a yes?? I want yummy food and yummy Yoongi when I wake  up!!! Yoongi: of course it’s a yes haha Yoongi: yummy Yoongi, huh? Y/N: 🥵🥵 Y/N: OMG!!!! can u wear my flower apron while u make my French toast you’d look so cute Yoongi: haha, anything for you  Yoongi: get home safe 

You can’t breathe. There’s no way you’d outed your crush on Yoongi through a drunk text. You wish for the floor to swallow you whole. You can feel his eyes on you as you process, and you don’t know what to do. You’re frozen.

“I’m so sorry,” you finally manage. 

There’s a pause. “Why’s that?” 

You look up to see that he’s still looking at you, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. His voice is teasing still, and he’s got a soft smirk on his face. You don’t know what to say, so you look back down, re-reading the traitorous text thread. You finally shove the phone back in his direction, your head falling down dramatically to rest on the table. 

“Y/N.”

You let out a whine in response, and he has the audacity to chuckle. 

“What do you think of my outfit?”

At his words, you slowly lift your head, eyes landing on where he still stands by the counter. As you scan his figure, it abruptly dawns on you that he’s most definitely wearing the apron you’d mentioned in your drunken texts, and your wide eyes fly to his.

He smiles, raising his eyebrows as he asks, “Do I look as cute as you imagined?”

Was he joking? Was he teasing you? Was he mocking you? Your cheeks are flushed crimson as you reply, “Don’t be an asshole.” Your voice comes out weaker than you want it to, but you can’t help it. You feel faint.

“It was a serious question.” Okay, so he’s definitely teasing you. 

You’re on your feet now, and you feel dizzy. “I’m not really hungry anymore,” you mumble as you turn to leave. You’re terribly hurt and confused by his response, and you think you need to lock yourself in your room forever. Also, you need to move out.

“Y/N,” he calls, and you stop, but you can’t find it in you to turn back and face him. “I'm sorry. I promise I’m being serious.” Pause. “Can you look at me?” You finally do, gaze meeting his slowly, and he searches your face. It’s quiet for a minute before he asks softly, “Was that just drunk you talking? Or did you mean what you said in those messages?”

“Yoongi...”

“Did you mean it?” He repeats.

You know you can’t lie to him, so you cave, nodding as your eyes squeeze shut. “Yeah. Sorry.” You wait with baited breath. 

Then he says, “Are you just not going to acknowledge that I did everything that you asked for in your text?” 

Your eyes fly open. You feel like you’ve been hit by a bus as you suddenly realize that he’s right. In your embarrassment, you’d overlooked that. 

“Y/N...” He’s got a smile on his face now. “If you were wondering, I think you’re pretty yummy, too.” He emphasizes the word, and your eyes lift abruptly back to his. Goosebumps shoot across your skin as you search his face, the soft smile on his face entirely genuine.

He’s telling the truth.

Your voice trembles slightly as you confirm what he’s saying. “You do?” 

He hums affirmatively in response, eyes intent on yours. “I do. Always have.”

The weight of all that you’ve both just acknowledged is suspended in the air between you as you stare at one another. 

“Wanna date me?”

It’s such a Yoongi way of asking, such a blunt, to the point question, but you know it’s taken a lot for him to say it out loud. He looks nervous now, as the words linger, and you can’t help the smile that’s begun to grow on your lips. And then you’re crossing the kitchen in quick strides, nearly slipping in your haste to reach him. 

He’s ready for you, hands finding your waist as your hand reaches for the back of his neck, pulling him in before you can second guess yourself. For a brief moment, you panic, wondering if you’ve been too forward, but then he‘s leaving you with no room to wonder as his hands slide to your back, pulling you even closer. He finishes what you started, his mouth on yours in seconds, and your eyes flutter shut.

Your French toast is forgotten on its plate as you push against him, his back against the counter. You chase his mouth as he separates from you briefly, earning a laugh from him as he turns your bodies so that now you’re the one with your back against the marble. His mouth finds yours again, and you let out a pleased hum. His knee is between yours as he pulls you closer and closer, until your bodies are flush and he’s effectively kissed you breathless. When you part again, your eyelids are hooded, a shaky breath escaping your lips. His forehead moves to rest against yours, and you’re satisfied to find he’s just as breathless as you. 

“Yummy,” he mumbles, his nose brushing yours. It’s such a cheesy thing to say – you can’t help the obnoxious giggle that escapes you. He laughs, too, and you can’t help but press a soft kiss to his mouth again. 

“Delicious,” you return, and Yoongi smiles against your mouth.

“Definitely five stars on the Michelin ranking.”

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Celebrity Next Door - Chapter 6

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Moving to a new location is difficult but living next to somebody you’d never expect to meet, and catching feelings? That’s damn near impossible to comprehend.

Chapter Summary: After last nights.... events, things get weird and hopefully figured out.

Warnings: Panic attack, anxiety, crying, angst, fluff.

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It was crazy how things could change so quickly. A couple of days ago Jensen and I were friends, becoming closer, sharing an intimate moment. And now, I haven’t seen him, I’ve avoided running into him. 

I made up a fake illness so I could work from home, I’ve dived into my work, forcing myself to be distracted. But I soon completed all the files, forms, and tasks I had and there was nothing left for me to distract myself with. 

I walked down the hallway of my home, my eyes catching the photograph on the wall of my family. I couldn’t stop the tears that made their way into my eyes as I stared at our smiling faces, knowing that they were genuine. I missed them, I missed having somebody to talk to, I missed smiling. 

I haven’t smiled since I was with Jensen, and that was over now. I felt like such an idiot for thinking Jensen would ever want to be with somebody like me, I was me. I didn’t fit in here, I felt more alone than I’ve ever felt. 

I didn’t want to be here anymore, living and working in LA wasn’t worth it, even with the promotion and perks, it wasn’t worth my sanity. 

 I could find another way to help my parents, but I couldn’t stay here anymore. 

I picked up the phone and dialed, listening to the annoying call tone, waiting for a voice to answer.

“Hello?” My mother spoke, causing tears to instantly come rushing to my eyes. 

“Mommy?” I whispered back, hearing her gasp slightly on the other end. “Oh Y/N!! I’ve been waiting to hear back from you baby, how are you doing? How is LA treating you?”

I sniffed and held back the sob threatening to escape, but my family was always smart, they knew when something was wrong.

“Y/N? What’s going on?” She spoke gently.

I sniffed and choked, “I don’t want to be here anymore.”

“Why? What happened baby?”

I moved to sit on my porch, it was the first time I’ve been outside since Jensen showed up. I looked around the street and frowned, nobody was out, nothing to help me make my decision about staying. 

Jensen’s car was in the parking lot but he made no effort to come to see me, another reason why I wanted to leave this place and never look back.

“I’m so lonely here mom, there’s nobody for me. I feel so isolated and alone and I just don't like it here.”

She sighed back, “Y/N honey I know it’s hard moving to a new place, but do you remember how excited you were about making this decision? When you finally went through all the pros and cons and decided that this move was the right decision, I’ve never seen you happier. If you want to come back of course I’ll support you 100% and you know you have a place here, but don’t give up your dreams because you are lonely. Because you're not alone. We are always here baby girl, and you will find others there who will fill that void.”

Others, yeah. Jensen for example. I debated on telling her but I held my tongue, it was stupid and embarrassing and shameful that I thought a celebrity would ever fall for quiet, awkward, loser like me.

“Your right mom, thank you. I think I just needed to hear your voice again.”

Her voice lightened and I could tell she was smiling, “We are always here for you to talk to okay? And I promise, your father and I are trying to save to come visit you.”

“I know.” I smiled, “I’m trying to do the same.”

I hung up the phone and sat back on my porch, watching the sunset, watching the street lights come on, watching everybody inside living their lives while I was sitting here, alone and pathetic. 

The night progressed as usual, the streets were dark and I was alone. Huddled up in my comfy blanket, I turned on the office and drank my hot chocolate, it was something small I’d do to ease the anxiety in my chest but tonight it wasn’t working.

It was ridiculous how caught up I was with Jensen, how quickly things progressed for us. I couldnt understand why I couldnt just let him go, push him out of my mind but at the same time I really didn’t want to. 

Jensen was different. The way he looked at me, the spark I felt when his eyes reached mine, listening intently, acting like he cared about what I was saying. The way his hand felt on my skin, burning every inch of me, the way that he treated me. Like I was normal, I wasn’t somebody crazy, I wasn’t a loner, or an anxious weird person, I was just a neighbor, to a friend, to something more, and than nothing.

My head started working overtime, spinning in circles. Maybe it was me. Maybe I am not meant to have friends or others in my circle. It’s always been hard for me to make friends, to know what to say or what to do, I didn’t really have anybody except my family and even than, they got along closer than I ever did.

I could feel the anxiety building in my chest, threatning to erupt like a volcano. No matter what I did or how hard I focused, it was there and it was getting worse.

I climbed off my couch and stumbled outside, sitting on my porch. Everything was quiet, too quiet. I thought the air would help but it only made it worse, it was only a further reminder of how alone I felt.

My breathing became heavier, the oxygen in my lungs felt like it was being cut off, i was burning and freezing at the same time. Everything was too much, I didn’t know what to do. I pulled my phone from my sweater and dialed Jensen’s number, about to press call when I stopped myself.

This is the last thing he needs, a call from me having a damn breakdown at 9:00 pm. 

But I thought back to the other day when he mentioned if I ever needed somebody, he was there. He wouldn’t have said it without meaning it right? He wouldn’t revoke his offer because of last night. Right?

I choked at his response, that’s not what I wanted-In fact that’s the last thing I wanted. I didn’t want him to see me like this, a pathetic mess, a burden to be around. I started typing, telling him not to come over but as soon as my trembling fingers hit the keyboard, I heard his front door shut and it was too late.

Even through the darkness, I could see him rushing over, walking down my walkway before he lifted his head, eyes locking on my form on the stairs.

I must have looked worse than I thought because I swore his face went white as a ghost, concern, and fear spread all over his features as he ran up the stairs to my side.

“Y/N… What’s going on? What happened?”

I tried to shake it off and offer him a smile but my attempt failed, resulting in a breathy cough escaping my lips, my entire body trembling. His hand moved to my back, rubbing the skin gently, leaning closer to my ear.

“Whoa, okay breathe honey, slow deep breaths with me” 

I nodded and forced my head lower, trying to focus on the steps below my feet. 

His hand patted my back for every breath, holding it there until I exhaled. “That’s right, okay good job slow it down.”

I swore that if I wasn’t suffocating or a whole mess of anxiety, I would have smiled at the way he was speaking to me, so gentle and caring, all my thoughts of being a burden have dissipated because he acted as he belonged nowhere but here.

It took a while but finally, I felt the air seeping through my lungs and finally slowing down. I lifted my head slowly, staring into the open air, avoiding his eyes at all costs. The shaking started to stop and the post-panic attack dizziness kicked in. It was finally over.

The area was quiet, the only sound around us was Jensen and I’s breathing, and a few crickets around. His hand never left my back, and I swore he was healing me just from his touch. But my mind started racing back to the night where I thought everything was coming together, and I was reminded of how wrong I was.

I slowly stood, glancing down at his confused expression. I smiled sadly and nodded, “Thank you for the help Jensen, I’m sorry you had to see that.”

I started to walk towards the door but he quickly stood up, his hand on my arm preventing me from leaving. “Wait..”

I turned to face him, awaiting whatever he was about to spit out, whatever he wanted to say but he was a blank page. I couldn’t read him.

“Did… Do you want to come over? Have a drink?”

I laughed lightly and shook my head, “You know what drinking did to us last time, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

He frowned and nodded, his hand leaving my arm. “I… I wanted to talk to you about that.”

Frustration started filling me slowly, I was a very naive person and didn’t know much about social interactions, but I did know that waiting a couple of days to talk to your friends after an incident like that, probably wasn’t the smartest idea.

“I was here. All week. You knew where I lived, and you didn’t come over. What am I supposed to think?”

His shoulders dropped sadly, regret and shame filling his face. “I know. I was lost and confused… Y/N, your the first person I’ve been with since my ex-wife, your the only person I’ve had feelings for, and it scared the shit out of me…”

“Feelings for?” I started becoming upset, remembering that night playing in my head, feeling the emotions building inside. “Jensen, when you left you straight out said that you didn’t want that to happen. It shouldn’t have happened. That came from your mouth. Please don’t tell me you have feelings for me if you didn’t want to do any of that with me in the first place.”

His eyes widened and his mouth dropped, “Honey.. That is not what I meant when I said it… Fuck, I’m such an asshole, that’s not what I wanted you to think.”

I shrugged as a tear rushed down my cheek, “What else was I supposed to think?”

He shook his shoulders and stepped closer, gently rubbing the tear off my cheek. “I don’t know. Your right, that’s my mistake. I should have came to talk to you, I was just… fuck…”

He sighed, his hands running through his hair. “When I said I didn’t want that to happen I meant that's not how I wanted it to happen, I didn’t want to jump you or move too fast, I wanted to take things slow. Before I came over, I had a hard conversation with my friend. He told me that I was a coward and I never jumped the gun on things I wanted, I was too shy and whatever. So I tried to be impulsive, shoot for what I wanted and I just couldn’t do it, I didn’t want to mess up and yet I did anyways…”

I nodded in understanding and started at my feet, I completely felt like an idiot for taking things wrong, for feeling the way I did. I should have remembered that he just got out of a marriage not too long ago, things are new and scary, he was still damaged and I wasn’t just going to magically cure that.

“Honey…” He whispered, stepping closer before hugging me tight to him. “I do want something with you, I do have feelings for you. I’m just fucking terrified.”

I nodded and lifted my head, wrapping my arms around him, “I am too.”

“He looked down and smiled sadly, “You are?”

“Yeah. I’ve never really been in a relationship. People don’t seem to like me that much…”

He frowned and kissed my head, his lips lingering longer than I thought they would. 

“I like you.” He whispered against my skin, spreading goosebumps throughout my body. 

“You don’t have to say that.” I chuckled. 

His eyes reached mine, shining in the light causing my heart to skip a beat in my chest. 

“I do. I really do Y/N.”

I nodded and smiled gently, leaning on my top toes to kiss his head back, “I like you too Jensen. A lot.”

His smile was so genuine I would have kissed him for hours, but I didn’t want to pressure him or move to fast. I wanted to give him the lead. His hand moved down to mine, clutching it tightly in his own. “Do you want to come over? The kids are at their mom's till tomorrow.”

I smiled for the first time in a while and nodded, “I’d like that.”

I quickly locked my door before following him to his house, letting things happen for themselves, and for the first time, I wasn’t panicking about the outcome. I knew it would be good.”

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~Cariño: A Quackbur Story~

Quackfur fanfic written by me :] It was completed on Valentine's Day! It's a cute coffee shop and highschool AU taken mainly from Wilbur's POV... Enjoy!!

Chapter #1: ~Honey~

Cariño. Honey. That's what he called me. A nickname, some would say. The nickname came out of nowhere. On accident. Let me tell you how it all started

. . .

I wanted to treat myself. School was finished and it was a Friday. So, my mind immediately went on tea and donuts. I wanted something sweet before I went home.

My friend, Niki, had told me about this place. A small family coffee shop. She said it was fairly busy on Mondays and Saturdays, but other than that, it wasn't that busy. She was supposed to come with me but her job shift at her internship suddenly got moved earlier in the day. Luckily, I didn't have a job. I was in high school and my parents weren't pushing me to get a job. So, I went to the small shop by myself.

I pushed open the glass door, the smell of grounded up coffee beans was pungent. It was pleasant. My shoulders relaxed as I let out a sigh. I looked around. The shop was cute. There were small brown sofas (with pillows) and chairs pulled up at the round tables. There was ivy, growing on the off-white brick walls, and hanging plants and flower in pots everywhere. The lights were dim and warm, but you would still be able to see. There were two huge, wide windows at the front and left side of the coffee shop. On the right side, there was a counter top. There was someone standing there waiting for me, and very clearly watching me.

"Hello? Are you going to order, or are you going to look at the menu first?" He was tanned and had dark long hair. He had brown eyes as dark as coffee beans and skin as golden as honey.

"Oh, yeah, can I look at the menu? My friend recommended this shop, I've never tried this coffee shop."

He chuckled. "I know, mi amigo. I've never seen you here before. Do take your time."

I hummed and looked up at the menu. I had only planned on getting tea and something sweet like a cookie or a donut, so I already had something in mind.

"Um... can I get a black tea?"

"Ok.. te negro..." He nodded his head, writing on a notepad. "Anything specific? You can put different types of things in it to make it sweet? Sugar, sweetener, honey. You can also ask for cream or milk. Almond milk, oat milk, goat milk... Or different extras we can add if you look on our menu."

"Oh, okay. Can I have milk in it? Low-fat?"

"Okay...leche baja en grasa... anything else?"

"And...um, can I have, uh, cariño?"

The man scrunched up his nose then giggled. "You mean miel? Cariño��is honey as a pet name." He smiled. "Nice try though, cariño."

I blushed bright red, giving him a shy smile. "Yeah, honey, that's what I mean."

"To go or to stay?" "To stay, thank you."

"Okay, cool. And what name should I put on the order? Not cariño, no?" He slightly smirked teasingly. He grabbed a white tea mug.

I rubbed my neck. "Uh, no, just put Wilbur, thanks."

He smiled and quickly wrote it down on his notepad, mumbling my name as he wrote.

"Hey, can I get a, um, honey-glazed donut with that?"

He smirked. "Honey again eh? Okay y una dona glaseada con miel... anything else?" I shook my head 'no'. "Well, your total is $16.75." I handed him $20 and he gave me my change.

"Perfect!~ Your order will be ready in a minute, Wilbur." In the meantime, you can go in the back of the stop. We have bookcases filled with books you can read while you wait." He smiled once again, tearing the paper out of his notepad, taking it to the kitchen.

I sighed, embarrassed, heading to the back of the delicious smelling shop. I sat on a fluffy, tan couch, looking around. Surrounding me were bookcases filled and spilling with books. Children's books, novels, manga, even full-on Harry Potter books. It definitely was a relaxing place. Now I knew why Niki loved it so much.

Sooner or later, the man's voice called saying, "Tea and donut for Wilbur!" I carefully left my spot on the comfortable couch and found my way to the pick-up counter. The man smiled, handing me a smooth, white tea cup and a delicious looking donut in a brown tissue. "Here you go, cariño! Fresh and sweet. I hope you enjoy." He went to turn around to head to the cashier's counter.

"Uh, wait! What's your name?"

"It's Alex." He pointed to his name tag pin with his name on it. "Friends call me Quackity." He smirked. "Thanks for making my day, cariño." Then he turned and headed towards the counter as soon as a new customer walked in.

Cariño. Honey. Maybe I like this new nickname.

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Death by Exposure

Written for the Phic Phight Prompts: At first Danny had been worried sick that Wes had figured out that he was Phantom, but when no one believed him it had sort of become funny. Still, after the anti-ecto act, and the GIW, and his own parents very public very violently vitriolic screeds against ghosts, Danny had to wonder what he'd ever done to Wes that the guy would risk exposing Danny to all that. (from @hpwotters-blog, or at least I think that's you're tumblr.), and Wes Weston wakes up to find an injured Phantom on the fire escape. (from @half-deadmagicperson)

With how much time he spends on basketball and his delusional conspiracy theories, no one would ever suspect that Wes Weston has another secret hobby… (from @kadziduo)

Another prompt that will be included in later chapters but isn't as of this one:

And Wes has been spending more and more time around Fenton and Co. lately - hey! he’s only trying to get some much-needed evidence against them, not trying to get all buddy-buddy with them. And anyway, they’re an entirely annoying bunch, so he wholeheartedly blames them for the fact that he’s currently being monologued at by the ghost holding him hostage. (from @a-closet-emo)

Chapter 4: Expositor

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[Warning for mentions of blood and violence]

Danny used a damp washcloth the clean off what was left of the blood and ectoplasm from his skin before changing, first from ghost to human, and then, once he was back in his own clean clothes, into the pajamas. When he returned to the bedroom, Wes was gone.

Danny didn't really wonder where Wes had gone because he didn't really care. He was completely wiped from everything that had happened that night, and he just wanted to get some sleep. Crossing the room, he flopped face down onto the bare bed. Without any kind of sheet or comforter, the mattress was lumpy and not very comfortable. Danny hardly noticed.

He adjusted himself so he was laying near the edge to make it easier to breathe and was just about to drift off when his arm slipped off the mattress and brushed against something hard. Not wanting to open his eyes, Danny felt around blindly until his fingers closed around something flat and solid wedged between the mattress and the bed frame. It was a close race, but his curiosity one out over his exhaustion and he pushed himself into a sitting position to see what it was.

In his hands, Danny held some kind of journal. At first, he thought it was Wes' diary, and that he should put it back because even if it was Wes, Danny wasn't enough of a jerk to read someone's diary; then he considered the far more likely possibility that it was filled with Wes' evidence of Danny's dual identity, and he should check it out, for his safety. What Danny actually found when he opened the journal was the last thing he would have ever expected.

Birds.

Each page had a photograph of a bird, along with some writing, in Wes' own hand, about what the bird was, and where and when he had seen it. Danny stared at the pages in absolute shock as he flipped through them. Danny almost laughed out loud when he read a clearly very excited entry about a bird called the Red Knot which was apparently endangered in Illinois, but that Wes had spotted out at Lake Eerie over the summer.

"Sorry, it took longer than I thought to wash all that shit off my hands. They still smell like rubbing alcohol," Wes said as he came in. "Make yourself comf—why do you have that?" he interrupted himself when he saw what Danny was holding. He stomped over and snatched the journal out of Danny's hands, snapping it shut.

"You have a bird watching journal?" Danny asked incredulously.

Wes opened his desk drawer, tossed the journal haphazardly inside, and slammed it shut again. "I like bird watching. Is that a crime?"

"No it's just," Danny laughed at the absurdity of it all, "Between basketball and obsessively stalking me and trying to expose me as Phantom, I didn't think you had time for–" he snorted, and brought a hand up to his mouth to cover the amused smile there–"bird watching." He couldn't hold it in anymore, Danny burst out laughing, interspersed with winces as the action irritated his injuries.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Wes said, crossing his arms with a scowl. "I have a life outside of you, you know. You think I got binoculars with adjustable magnification just to watch you? Don't flatter yourself."

"Ouch! But, seriously, bird watching?"

"It's peaceful and relaxing!"

"You're such a nerd!"

"Well what do you do when you have free time?" Wes demanded indignantly. "Let me guess, you spend your time playing video games, right?"

"You mean a normal hobby that most teenagers engage in?" Danny pointed out. "Yeah, I do."

"You'll rot your brain."

"Whatever, nerd!"

"Shut up." Wes pouted. "You just got shot four times. Shouldn't you be resting or something? Go to fucking sleep." He crouched down to lay out his bedding on the floor.

"When do you even find time do go bird watching?" Danny asked laughingly.

"I thought I told you to go to sleep!"

"Alright, alright!" Danny laid down again and Wes got up to switch the light off before climbing into his makeshift bed on the floor. For a while, Danny stayed quiet, but he just couldn't help himself. "What's the rarest bird you've ever seen?"

"Shut up!" Wes groaned and whacked Danny with a pillow.

"Fine!" That lasted all of seven seconds. "But what is it?"

Wes sighed, but Danny could hear the smile in his voice when he finally answered. "I saw an island scrub Jay once, when my family took a vacation to Santa Cruz a couple summers ago. They're so pretty, and they're like, one of the rarest birds in the states; it was pretty awesome. They literally only live on Santa Cruz Island and nowhere else, because they're non-migratory. I spent the whole trip looking for one. Kyle and Easton spent the whole trip making fun of me for it."

Danny laughed again. "Nerd."

"If you don't wanna know, don't fucking ask!" Wes whacked him with a pillow again and he sputtered momentarily. "Go to sleep already."

"How did you even get into bird watching?" Danny asked. "That's not a normal hobby for a kid to have." Wes sighed again.

"If you're just gonna call me a nerd again, I'm not gonna tell you."

"I promise I won't call you a nerd." 

Wes didn't answer right away, probably not trusting the promise, but just when Danny thought he'd decided to just go to sleep he answered.

"My mom's a flight attendant, so when I was little I used to watch the sky all the time and keep an eye out for planes, try to guess which one she was on, you know?" he explained. "Turns out, when you watch the sky all day, you end up seeing a some cool-looking birds, so when I was seven or eight, I asked for a camera for my birthday so I could take pictures of them, and it sort of spiraled from there."

"That's... kinda sweet, actually," Danny said.

"Whatever."

"You know, I do like video games, but actually, I'm also really into astronomy," Danny said.

"And you called me a nerd."

"Hey, bird watching is way nerdier than stargazing," Danny defended. "I mean ask literally anyone. Stargazing is, like, romantic and crap, bird watching is full-on nerdy."

"Sure, space geek," Wes said. "What's your favorite dwarf planet?"

"Haumea," Danny answered immediately, without even having to think about it.

"Knowing any dwarf planet besides Pluto is well into full-on nerd territory."

"Haumea spins so fast that gravity makes it oblong instead of round; tell me that's not cool!"

"Okay, it's a little cool, but you're still a nerd. Go to sleep."

They ended up staying a little later, swapping fun facts about birds and space, eventually falling asleep at almost five in the morning. Thankfully, spring break afforded them the opportunity to sleep in as long as they wanted. When they eventually woke up, Danny didn't leave Wes' place right away.

Wes brought him a sandwich for breakfast/lunch, and helped him change his bandages. Although, it unsettled Wes to see the difference in blood composition between Danny's two forms. It would be a couple more days before the wounds fully closed, but the bleeding had stopped. As long as Danny was still healing, his ecto-signature would be stronger, even in his human form, which meant going home was a no-go.

"What do you mean your house will attack you?" Wes asked, horrified.

"My parents have a very sophisticated anti-ghost security system," Danny explained. "I can pass through in my human form well enough as long as I don't use any of my powers, but if I so much as have my ghost sense go off, it activates and I have a dozen anti-ghost weapons in my face. It'll definitely target me with my enhanced healing working, but I can't exactly turn that off."

"Alright, fair enough," Wes said. "But you can't stay here. My dad's not that observant, but Kyle will definitely notice if you stay any longer, and neither of us wants that, trust me."

"That's fine," Danny said. "Tucker's house is empty right now, and I know where they keep the spare key. I'll camp out there for a few days. And, uh, once I can get into my house again, I'll bring you some of my parents' Fenton Detergent that'll work on ectoplasm stains so you don't have to buy new towels."

"Good, because I couldn't really afford to anyway," Wes said, his shoulders slumping in relief. "I'll come check on you at Tucker's, just in case."

"You will?" Danny asked, surprised.

"Of course," Wes said. "I won't be able to sleep if I don't know you're okay, not after, you know, everything." Ah, so he felt guilty. Alright, that made sense.

"Okay, well... thanks," Danny said, face splitting into a smile, "for, you know, everything." He started to climb out onto the fire escape, ready to leave.

"Yeah, no problem."

"And good luck with the bird watching," Danny tacked on as he transformed into Phantom and jumped off the fire escape.

"Oh, fuck off!" Wes shouted, running to the window to flip the ghost off while he laughed, turning invisible to keep the patrols off is tail as he made a beeline for Tucker's place to lay low.

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