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theemporium · 6 months

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“Baby, please.”

“Shhh, focus on your game, honey.”

“Just let me—”

“Eyes on the screen.”

It was torture. It was absolute fucking torture and it was driving him mad. Was it somewhat self-inflicted? Maybe so. But Jack Hughes didn’t believe the punishment matched the crime, in fact he thought it was far worse. Not that he would say as much, not when the risk that you’d torture him even more lingered in the air.

To be fair, he had been neglecting you—even if it wasn’t a conscious choice.

It was summer. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and for the next few months, Jack was relieved from all his hockey duties and responsibilities. This meant lazy days to lie in bed a little longer, to eat a little less healthy, to enjoy time with his family and friends and girlfriend until hockey season came back around and he was forced to leave on long roadies.

You and Jack had actually decided to visit the lakehouse a little earlier than everyone else this year, long before his family or even his friends showed up. It was a win-win, with you and Jack getting (what was meant to be) a romantic getaway and Luke getting the Jersey apartment all to himself.

Except, it wasn’t the romantic getaway you expected with your boyfriend.

You weren’t under any false illusions. You and Jack were never an overly romantic couple. You weren’t expecting picnics by the lake or date nights on the boat or home-cooked meals shared over candlelight. That wasn’t how you two worked. That wasn’t the kind of couple you were. But you expected at least some attention from your boyfriend in the week you had alone before everyone else arrived.

Instead, he had stupidly listened to Trevor and Cole bang on about some video game and, without realising it, the boy had become addicted in the last few days. He was on the console, laughing and yelling with his friends he would see in less than two weeks and you were losing your mind.

You tried to ask him to join you for dinner, and he would just promise you he would join in a couple of minutes. You tried to catch up on some alone time when you were both crawling into bed, but he would either be half-asleep or rambling about the game. You had even tried to seduce the boy with a lacy set you brought with you as a surprise, and he didn’t even notice the number peeking out from under your robe.

Jack was usually an attentive boyfriend, and you knew he was only like this because he was hyperfixated on the game.

But you were fucking sick of it. You wanted your boyfriend back. You wanted him all for yourself. And you were going to show him what he was missing while he was focused on the silly, little videogame.

“Shit,” he murmured, his breathing a little heavy as he tried to keep his eyes focused on the screen. As he tried to focus on his little figurine, as he tried to focus on the bullets flying his way from all directions, as he tried to focus on anything except his scandalously-clad girlfriend currently grinding down on his thigh.

Those little shorts he owned were the death of you. And if Jack wasn’t going to fuck you, then you decided you would just have to get yourself off, maybe even remind him of what he could have had if he hadn’t been so focused on something else.

“Careful,” you teased, your voice a little shaky as you rolled your hips. “One button and they’ll hear you, baby. They’ll hear you begging to touch me. They’ll hear your pretty cries to fuck me.”

“Baby,” Jack rasped, his hooded eyes focusing on your face for a short few moments before his gaze dropped to your tits that were threatening to spill out of the lacy nightgown you were wearing. “Please.”

“Maybe I’ll turn the microphone on myself,” you continued, a taunting tone lacing your suggestive words. “Maybe I’ll let them hear how good I feel. Maybe I’ll tell them that I don’t even need you touching me to get off.”

His jaw clenched, the controller in his hands lying limp in his hold as he watched you reach up to squeeze your tits, pinching and rolling your nipples between your fingers.

“Fuck, Jack,” you moaned out, your head tilting back as you began to speed up. “These stupid fuckin’ thighs. Gonna be the death of me.”

“Babe,” Jack pleaded once again, his fingers itching to reach out and grip your thighs. To properly pull you onto his lap and feel you grinding down on his dick instead. To just be inside you while you make those pretty noises.

“You’ve not been a good boy, Jack,” you whispered, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt yourself quickly approaching the edge. “Only good boys get to fuck me.”

“I’ll be your good boy,” he breathed out, his blood rushing to his cock as he watched you grip the fabric of his shirt, leaning against him as your tempo increased.

“Yeah? You wanna be my good boy?” You questioned, your lips twitching upwards as you watched him vigorously nod his head. You leaned forward, your fingers squishing his cheeks together as he let out a small whimper. “You think you deserve to fuck me?”

“Please,” he whimpered out.

Your mouth fell open as you finally tipped over the edge, feeling your orgasm wash over your body as you let out a pathetically loud moan. You gripped onto him as you came, letting the pleasure rush through you as you left his thigh wet and soaking and dripping with your arousal. You leaned your forehead against his shoulder as you catched your breath, as you felt his racing heartbeat beneath your palm.

“If you wanna fuck me, you’re gonna have to prove you deserve it,” you told him, still a little breathless and rough. “On your knees, baby. Wanna see that pretty face of yours between my legs.”

The game was long abandoned as Jack quickly moved to complete your request, his cheeks already flushing with need. “Yes, ma’am.”

#cece's smutober #jack hughes #nhl #new jersey devils #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes x you #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes fic #jack hughes one shot #jack hughes smut #nhl x reader #nhl x you #nhl x y/n #nhl fic #nhl one shot #nhl smut

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amaya-writes · 7 months

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You Call Them After A Nightmare Of Them Obey Me Edition

Series Mlist

Notes: I miss Obey Me and I recently used this prompt for another fandom so I decided to just make this a series and do it for every fandom. Will make another part with the other 4.

Warnings: n/a just fluff, one of those rare moments where Lucifer is soft, many petnames from all, Mammon is panicky, calls you princess n stuff, kinda wanted a funny scene for Levi so that's what I went with, also panicky

Characters involved: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Lucifer

"What is it, love?"

He picked up on the first ring. Of course, Lucifer did.

In your panicked daze you hadn't exactly considered what to say to Lucifer had he picked up your call. You just wanted to hear his voice, to know that he was okay and probably holed up in his office again sifting through paperwork.

But how could you actually tell him that?

"Oh- um- it's nothing, sorry I'm bothering you."

The soft scratch of pen against paper previously hung in the background of the call but Lucifer's hand seemed to come to a stop at the sound of your voice.

"You're crying."

It wasn't a question, but a statement that made your previous tears resurface.

"It's nothing."

"Love-"

"I swear, it's nothing you don't have to-"

"I'll be there soon, and I expect an explanation when I get there."

Lucifer cut the call even before you could think of an excuse. The sharp beep of the call ending made you sigh as you attempted to fix up your appearance, but the avatar of pride showed up at your door just as you contemplated washing your face.

He looked livid, to say the least.

But you couldn't find it in yourself to care, not when the only thought echoing through your mind was that Lucifer was here, and safe.

The fact that he looked ready to murder anyone who dared bring his beloved to tears was irrelevant.

"What happened?"

His voice took on a tender tone you would rarely hear from someone like Lucifer. The sound was enough to almost have you balling again, but you reared in your emotions for the sake of his sanity.

"I had a nightmare about you. I know it sounds so extremely stupid and I'm sorry I pulled you away from work but I told you not to come and-"

A sliver of a smile ghosted his lips as Lucifer ran a gloved hand through his hair. He seemed relieved at your words- a reaction you certainly hadn't expected.

However, he switched back to his usual seriousness the second he plopped down on the bed beside you.

"Do you know how many nights I've awoken in a cold sweat after nightmares of losing you?"

A shaky gasp left his lips as he spoke. Lucifer looked almost scared. An emotion you would never associate with the all-powerful demon before you. The mere sight made you instinctively caress his gloved hand in yours as Lucifer continued.

"Honestly, dear, I feel somewhat satisfied you care for me enough to harbour similar fears."

"You didn't think I love you?"

Hw turned to you at the question, slightly shaking his head as he replied.

"I didn't realise how much."

"Oh, Luci."

His nose wrinkled at the endearing nickname, but you didn't allow him a moment to respond as you quickly climbed into his lap.

"I love you, Lucifer. I don't think I've ever loved anyone as much, and I don't think I ever can. And the thought of losing you, no matter how bizarre, makes me feel like I'm losing a part of myself."

You leaned in as you spoke, dropping small pecks on his warm cheeks dusted pink.

"I know we don't do this often, because we don't have to. But I need you to know I'm just as hopelessly smitten by you as you are by me."

"I find that very hard to believe, darling."

Lucifer leaned forward to rest his forehead against yours, taking a moment to drop kisses of his own on your face and swipe at the remanents of your tears.

"Next time, just come to me. At whatever hour, whatever day- if you need me I'm yours, love."

It was rare to see such a soft side of the notorious avatar of pride, his words causing butterflies to swarm in your stomach as Lucifer leaned in for a slow, tender kiss.

Come morning your beloved demon would go back to his strict Tsundere ways, reserving his sweet words and touches for moments that mattered most.

But you were fine with that, because this was Lucifer. Your Lucifer. The demon you had come to love for all his quirks and flaws.

The demon who loved you just as much, even if he rarely expressed it.

Mammon

The soft rings echoing through your room helped provide you some semblance of comfort, however, they could do nothing to quell the anxiety eating away at your psyche.

He was fine. It was just a dream.

Mammon was immortal. He had lived for hundreds of years, he was strong, stronger than most and he couldn't be killed so easily. You knew that, but- but after witnessing that awful, revolting nightmare you couldn't help but rethink those facts.

Because what if?

What if you woke up one day in this God awful Devildom to find yourself robbed of the only being who kept you going?

What if one day your number one demon, your world, your rock, your immortal and incredibly endearing thief of a boyfriend who stole your heart and soul and everything that came with it- was gone?

What if?

The question made you feel like emptying your stomach's contents on your bedroom floor, but thankfully, a familiar voice drafted through the air just as you were about to hurl.

"You finally wanna join me dont ya?"

Mammon!

You could barely hear his voice over the sound of the pounding music playing at whatever gambling den he had snuck out to that night, but there was no mistaking your favourite demon's cocky voice.

You almost screamed in relief at his familiar carefree tone, or you would have if you could just stop the sobs tumbling from your lips the second he spoke.

"Princess? Hey baby what's wrong?"

The thinly laced concern in his voice only served to worsen your mood, your sorrow quickly turning to guilt as you realised how stupid you were acting.

Mammon barely got nights out with Lucifer always keeping a close eye on him and Asmo, and the one night the two brothers decide to go out and party you ruin it with your nightmares.

Stupid, useless, human. The words echoed through your mind, forcing you to hastily reach for your phone and end the call.

You should have known your decision would only make matters much worse, but at the time you just wanted to hide under your covers and run away from the world.

Mammon was safe, and that was enough for now. You could deal with the rest later.

"Which bastard in this damned house hurt my baby?!"

Mammon's yell pierced through the dead halls of the House of Lamentation, jolting you out of your light slumber.

It was a good thing this was one of those rare nights when Lucifer was with Diavolo and Satan chose to party with Asmo, for if the three were at home you would be facing a much more embarrassing situation.

You contemplated leaving your bed to chastise Mammon, but the demon in question threw open your bedroom door just as you sat up in your sheets.

"There you are, treasure. Hey-"

He must have noticed the tear tracks staining your cheeks due to the hallway light, since Mammon quickly shut the door and joined you on the bed a second later.

"What's wrong?"

One of his hands almost automatically shifted to cup your cheek and turn you to him, the gesture causing your tears to resurface. But this time they were out of happiness.

How were you so lucky to find a demon like Mammon?

"Nothing um- I had a nightmare of you and- look I know it's stupid ok I'm sorry you can go back if you want."

"You really think THE great Mammon would leave his baby crying in your bed in the middle of the night?"

You couldn't help the scoff that left your lips at his response. His familiar mannerisms helped eliminate your previous fears, allowing you to collapse against Mammon's chest.

A surprised yelp left him at the sudden gesture, but Mammon still wrapped his arms around you to pull your form further against him. He shifted the two of you under the sheets a moment later, his arms never leaving you even as he moved.

His leather jacket was awfully uncomfortable to lean against, and he smelled of Demonus and his usual cologne strong enough to seep into your sheets.

The two of you would probably wake up with aching sides if you cuddled through the night, and he would spend the morning complaining about not washing off the glitter Asmo dusted on his eyes, which would also stain your pillows.

There were a lot of issues with your current position. But you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

Mammon was here. Beside you, in your arms with his heart beating softly to the sound of your breaths. And that was what mattered to you the most.

Leviathan

You knew he would never answer the call this late.

Levi was known for staying up through the night to spend hours gaming or streaming a new anime. His phone was almost always left on silent, something that Lucifer would constantly chastise the Otaku for.

Yet, as you shivered under your covers with the remnants of your nightmare clinging to your psyche, you couldn't help but hope Levi would defy all odds and just pick up the damn phone.

An annoyed groan left your lips as you shuffled further under your covers. Tears clung to your lash-line, but you refused to let them fall.

He was fine. It was just a nightmare, that was all.

Leviathan. Was. Fine.

"God, Levi, please pick up!"

Your frustrated cry echoed through your cold bedroom, but the only response was another series of rings from your phone.

After trying a final time you found yourself hopelessly collapsing against your pillows just as the first few tears slipped to your cheeks.

Most percieved Leviathan as the introverted Otaku who wasn't nearly as problematic as his brothers, but his position in the army ensured Levi had gathered his fair share of enemies over the years.

It wasn't often that he was called on duty, but when he was you always found your heart clenching in trepidation.

You couldn't lose Levi. It didn't matter if it was simply your dreamland—the mere thought of never seeing your purple-haired love again almost made you race through the halls of the House of Lamentation to seek solace in his arms.

But he was busy, and it was almost three am. And your stupid nightmares would probably seem childish and annoying to an immortal demon like Levi. Which was why as much as you hated it, you couldn't do anything but fall back asleep.

The familiar feeling of a certain demon's tail caressing your face made you hum in comfort. Your previous anxiety ebbed away, allowing your sleep-ridden mind to calm down and overcome the effects of your nightmares.

Only Levi could have that effect on you. Levi, who was supposed to be couped up in his room right now.

The thought made you snap your eyes open to sleepily stare at the demon standing above your bed.

A sharp shriek echoed through your room a second later, the sound causing a small smile to grace your lips as you tugged on Levi's sweater to pull him under the sheets with you.

"What- hey what is up with you!"

Levi sounded more pouty than annoyed, his tone making it clear he had noticed the tear tracks no doubt running down your cheeks.

The two of you remained silent like that for a while, with Levi awkwardly rubbing your back while you tried to get rid of the aftermaths of your nightmare.

"You okay?"

You considered explaining the situation to him, but you were too tired and instead settled on a vague reply.

"I am now."

"Oh. Guess that means I can't go back to-" you whacked his chest even before he could finish, eliciting another yelp.

"Ok, ok- I won't leave."

A pleasant hum left your lips at his reply, allowing you to happily collapse against his chest yet again. This time, however, you could feel Levi wrapping his arms around you.

Your night might have started off with a rough start, but at least you got a rare cuddle session from Levi.

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mechaknight-98 · 13 days

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Na Matsuri Da, Na Matsuri Da (NSFW) FT Sakura Miyawaki

Authors note: if anyone gets the title reference they shall receive a cookie. Also my girl looks sexy as hell and continues to have me fall in love with her everyday. (I understand I am delusional, but it's fine for someone so fine.)

Getting to the airport was the easy part. Getting Le Sserafim out of LAX was a challenge. The fans were everywhere and I was barely able to get all the Fimmies in my car as I drove them to their hotel. Sakura rode in the front with me which was a large mistake as she spent the entire ride gripping my cock. She didn't do anything else to it, or try anything lewd just kept a possessive grip on me the whole ride, and it only served to fuel my fire for her right now. We would steal ravenous glances at the other. Each glance is a promise to devour the other at the first accessible chance.

She wore a bralette that emphasized her petite and perky breasts but also showed off plenty of skin made imagine a myriad of scenes consisting of of me glazing her. Her gaze also didn't help as when our eyes would meet the others the only visible emotion was lust and arousal which threatened to overwhelm us.

We could see it mirrored in each other's eyes. Before we could talk we needed to fuck, but we couldn't just pull over and fuck each other's brains out with her other members in the car. So we drove and continued our dangerous dance of just letting the tension and arousal build. I was able to focus on the road and drive them out of El Segundo where we stopped for food,

“What are you guys in the mood for,” I asked the Fimmies

“Burgers,” Eunchae responded before the rest of them quickly agreed. Lucky for me there was an In-n-Out nearby. So I pull in and let the Fimmies out giving them a chance to stretch their legs and somewhat accustom themselves to the Socal desert Chaparral heat. The girl group gasps as they exit the car as the hot air hits them.

“What the fuck,” Yunjin says as she breathes heavily,

“You live in this weather oppa,” Eunchae asks fatigued. I nod as

Sakura is eerily silent but I can feel her gaze bore into me. We get into the restaurant where The Fimmies take a deep breath of cold AC air.

“Woo that's better,” Chaewon said relieved as we ordered. After ordering I decided to go to the restroom. I enter to get a break from Sakura and clear my head a bit. As I splashed water on myself I felt an intense jolt travel up my spine as I felt something grab my cock. I turned back around to see Kkura her eyes contained an endless pool of lust. I go to slide my hands down her pants as I go in for a devouring kiss. Her lips taste like cherry. When Sakura feels my hands dip into her core she swats my hands away, before breaking the kiss.

“No not here. not yet,” she rasped trying to catch her breath. Our bodies try to resist the pull to breed fuck the other but we get tongue-tied into another kiss. As our tongues wrap around each other and naughty hands explore our bodies we get a text interrupting us. Our food is ready. We both groan before separating and going back to grab the food. As usual, In-n-Out delivers an enjoyable (and inexpensive) experience. While we eat Sakura cuddles next to me. Feeling better after eating and emboldened, I feel her free hand slip down my pants and she begins to stroke me. I look at her and she gives me her innocent confused doe eyes. “무어, “ she says while looking at me innocently as her strokes become more intense. I gathered my composure as we ate and texted Kura.

“If you make me cum here the damage I will do to you will be irreparable.”

“Is that a promise babe because I need my breeding Stud to fill my pussy until my stomach inflates,” Sakura whispered in my ear as she stopped stroking but kept a firm yet pleasant grip on my cock. The only thought in my mind is I need to fuck this Japanese vixen brainless, but we needed privacy. At least an hour or two.

A lifeline came in the form of a yawn from Yunjin after In-n-out.

“Woo, I'm tired. Hey Daigo can you drive us to the hotel,” Yunjin asks hopeful and I nod after everyone finishes eating. As we leave Sakura has me take some cute pictures of her but my mind is so cloudy by lust at this point the only thing I can think of is pinning her down and pummeling her pussy. This is only further exacerbated by how she goes back to gripping my cock the entire ride back.

When we reached the hotel I was surprised to hear that each Fimmie got their own rooms. Sakura invited me into hers and we lost control when the door shut.

We look at each other and the only thing I see in her eyes is a starved lust. My brain being bad decides the best course of action is to say this, “I think I'm going to have a good one but more than one.”

Sakura begins to laugh before ripping her bralette and sweatpants off. she's not wearing panties which only meant one thing. she moves closer to me fully naked. As she does she licks her lips her eyes heavily dilated with desire she begins to monologue like an evil witch, and honestly, I am so into it.

"I waited for 3 weeks: No touching myself, No watching porn, No relief because nothing satisfied me like my stud's cock." I gulped. I had never seen her this intense. she cornered me, then leaned into my ear. "it's okay babe relax it's still me your cherry blossom, your breeding bitch," she said before biting my ear. the flip switched and my timidness was gone. she left my ear and was brought into a fervent and lurid kiss initiated by me. As we kissed I began stripping. I needed my breeding bitch as much as she needed me. my cock was rock hard as I pulled my pants down and plunged into her. her tightness along with my sensitivity and both of our teasing of each other caused us to cum at the same time as soon as I bottomed out in her. Our first orgasms hit us like we had been mauled, but it wasn't enough. we needed more. I lifted Sakura and threw her onto the bed. She yelped in pleasure her big brown eyes only held lust and excitement. I took off my shirt leaving us now equally naked. I leaned above her and caressed her face.

"Please fill me I need it," Sakura whined. I smiled and said

"and why should I give it to you?"

"Please babe I…ooh," Sakura said as I plunged into her while she was distracted. As I thrust in and out of her I took her right nipple into my mouth. Sakura moaned in ecstasy as she drove me further into her breast.

"Yes suck on my sensitive tits," she yelled before I switched to the other one. Her perfect pussy fit me as if we always meant to fuck each other. her aroused scent filled my nostrils adding more fuel to the proverbial fire as I kept pumping in and out of her.

"Oh yes, this is my cock. the cock I have been missing," Sakura said.

"I'm glad you like it. your pussy is pleasant as always," I said to Sakura as she tightened around me. We looked at each other and smiled at each other. in addition to the euphoria we felt I could feel the mutual affection. It made me consider leaving everything behind and moving in with her.

"Hey. Hey. Hey earth to Daigo," Sakura said as my eyes focused on her.

"What's up babe," I ask

"you zoned out," Sakura said. "It's rude. I work so hard to look pretty for you and you have the nerve to have your mind wander. Hmph," Sakura said with a pout. I smiled at her and pulled out.

"Well, I was thinking about us, and this long-distance thing. I think I want to get rid of that distance," Sakura looked at me with surprise.

"Oh, that's big. Are you sure," She asked hesitantly. I nod

"Sakura I love you. I love your ambition. I love your drive to succeed. I love your eyes. I love your humor and willingness to be the butt of the joke. you're incredible, and being with you here now I feel at peace with you. I never want to leave you again," I replied. Sakura's eyes narrowed as she smiled with a combination of lust and joy. She hopped on top.

"I love you too Daigo, but I still need to feel your cum inside me," Sakura moaned as she began to ride me.

"Oh god, Kura. I'm close," I moaned as she ground her pussy into me. Kura smiles, and I cum inside her. she moans as she cums again as well. we fuck through another orgasm before our bodies come down. and we look at each other.

"Okay let's figure this out," Sakura says eyes and body still caught in the afterglow. I nod.

"Before we do this though there is something important I need to tell you. I am a ninja," Sakura said.

"Huh," Was my response.

#kpop fanfic #miyawaki sakura #lesserafim #le sserafim sakura #sakura smut #sakura miyawaki #izone sakura

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mrsevans90 · 3 months

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Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 11

Y'all, this GIF is down right SPICY but it fit the smut in the story so well I had to ☺️

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller

Warnings: SMUT, Emma getting an attitude, Sy yelling, detailed PTSD flashback, bodily function/embarrassment, self-deprecating talk, language

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own.

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading!

Part 10

I wake up still in the same position that I fell asleep in, on Emma’s chest and notice that my body feels incredibly stiff. Her gentle breathing and steady heartbeat are comforting even though I’m incredibly embarrassed and just want to pretend last night never happened. I have a feeling this is going to be a very long day. I notice the amount of light cascading in from behind the curtains must make it late in the morning, but considering I had a very active night I’m not surprised that I slept in. I carefully lift my head to see if Emma is awake and am startled when I see her big beautiful eyes staring down at me.

“Good morning.” She says quietly.

“Mornin’.” I reply.

“How are you feeling?”

“Stiff. What time is it?” I ask her somewhat brusquely.

“It’s 9:38.” She answers after looking at the time on her phone.

I sigh and sit up so that I’m faced away from her.

“Let me make us some breakfast. I’m hungry.” She quickly gets up and goes to the restroom to take care of her morning routines before she exits and walks to the bedroom door.

“Come down to eat after you’re done in the bathroom please.” She says quietly while I’m still pondering my next move as I sit on the edge of the bed. The tension and embarrassment oozes from my body as I sit there attempting to contemplate how to handle this. I haven’t been in this situation before. Alex has seen me have a small flashback at work once, but we didn’t have to talk about it. My grandparents certainly don’t know the extent of my PTSD because I purposely keep it from them. They don’t need to know how mentally damaged their loving grandchild has become. Aika is really the only one who has ever witnessed the extent of my depravity and luckily, she can’t talk or judge me for it. She’s just a silent witness who snaps me out of it with a bark or licking my face. Emma is the only person to ever see how badly it really is and I just don’t even know what to say to her. I force myself up and relieve myself in the bathroom before brushing my teeth and getting myself ready for the day. I look at my reflection in the mirror and wonder just how I got this screwed up before heading to the kitchen.

Emma is humming to herself as if nothing has transpired as she flips pancakes on the stove. She has coffee brewing in the pot and has sat out my favorite mug that has a picture of a donkey on it with the words, “Do I Look Like a Jackass?” written across it. It was a gift from one of my warhorse buddies, Harper.

When she hears me approach, she turns and silently fills the cup with coffee before handing it to me with a shy smile. Seems the poor thing is also trying to figure out what to say and coming up blank.

“I hope pancakes sound good to you. I also made some bacon and saw there’s some fruit in your fridge but I’m not sure how old it is.”

“That’s more than enough. Thank you.”

I drink my coffee while she turns back around to work on the breakfast. Once it’s made, I set the table and refill our coffee cups while remembering to add the coffee creamer that I now buy specifically for Emma since she likes hers sweet. Just like her.

We sit down and I’m aching to avoid the subject but I know I just need to get it over with.

I clear my throat. “Breakfast looks really good. Thank you.”

“Anytime, baby.” She replies and I want to smile.

“I um… I’m really sorry about what happened last night. You shouldn’t have to see me like that or put up with it and I just want to apologize.”

“There is nothing to apologize for. I’m grateful you opened up to me a little bit, honestly.”

Unwillingly, I think to myself. I take a deep breath.

“Maybe, this thing between us is moving too fast.” I blurt out.

“By this thing, you mean our relationship? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I thought we were exclusive after our conversation the other day. Is this you trying to end things with me?” She says angrily.

“I’m just no good for you. You shouldn’t have to deal with a grown man who has nightmares.”

“I think that I should be the one to decide who or what is good for me. I’m a grown woman who has plenty of my own baggage and I’m not going to allow you to throw this away because you’re embarrassed or trying to protect me from the one person who doesn’t pose a threat to me.”

“I absolutely pose a threat to you!” I yell and slam my fist against the table. “Wasn’t last night enough to show you? I was wielding a rifle dreaming that I was back in active war. Damnit Emma! Don’t be naïve. I could have shot you, or hit you. I could have thought that you were the enemy and there’s no way you would have been able to fight me off! I should have ended things before it got to this point and I’m sorry that I didn’t. I was being selfish and wanted more time with you but I realize now how dangerous that is.”

“NO.” She crosses her arms and straitens her back defensively.

“No?” I repeat in quiet shock.

“No.” She stares at me with a look of fire like a mother chastising her child and even though she’s so tiny I feel myself cower back a little.

“You are ruining the best thing I’ve ever had because you are scared, Austin! And I understand how scary it was, believe me, I was there watching you fight a battle in your own mind. But I’m not afraid of you and I never will be. You need to understand that we both need each other and I am good for you whether you choose to believe it or not. You’re jumping to a conclusion either to punish yourself or me because you’re embarrassed that I know this about you now and I will not tolerate it. Last night, you protected me from what you thought was danger even in your flashback. You will not hurt me and I know it.”

I sit there for a minute stunned by what she said.

“What do you mean?”

“I’d be happy to tell you everything from my perspective if you could stop trying to dump me and actually have a vulnerable conversation with me like an adult.” She snarks.

Damn, she’s throwing some verbal punches this morning and it’s kinda sexy.

“Alright, I’m listening.” I announce and she takes a deep breath before speaking.

“I woke up to the sound of the bedroom door slamming shut and you running down the stairs. Aika jumped up and seemed concerned so I took her with me as I went downstairs, turning on lights as I went since you still had the house completely in the dark. I heard the backdoor slam open against the wall as you ran out and I held Aika back so I could shut the door until I could determine what was going on. When I turned on the patio lights I saw you run by with a rifle in your hands. I figured you might have heard an animal or intruder or something so I waited for a moment looking through the window before I heard you yelling. It was pouring rain so I struggled to hear you but you didn’t seem to notice the rain. You ran up against the backside of the house and were yelling different words, military lingo I guess, and aiming your rifle around the corner. Aika was going absolutely nuts barking and I almost let her out to get you but I wasn’t sure if your gun was loaded. Instead, I carefully made my way over to you and kept repeating, “It’s Emma, you are safe.” But when I got to you I could tell you were still actively dreaming, if that’s what we are going to call it. Your eyes were almost glassy but when I touched your shoulder, you immediately put your arm around me from behind to protect me and told me to get down and cover my head. You kept placing your body in front of me. I tried talking to you but you just kept asking me if ‘Lowell and Waites’ were still alive. I wasn’t sure what to say but I remembered the conversation that we had the first time I stayed here. I couldn’t get your attention since you were so absorbed in your mission, until I finally grabbed your face with my hands. That’s when you started to come back to me. You protected me from whatever threat you saw, not the opposite.”

I take a steadying breath and try to calm my heart rate. Hearing her talk about something I’ve done during a flashback is strange, because she’s the first to actually witness it and tell me what I did. I guess it’s like sleepwalking, or undergoing anesthesia where you remember specific events but they are different to what actually happened.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“I’m not. I hate that you had to go through that in real life, and again in your flashbacks but I’m glad that I was there to see it. I think I understand you a bit more and I want to be there for you.” She says earnestly.

“If you want to apologize for something, you can apologize for trying to dump me.” She says moments later with an attitude.

I can’t help but crack a smile at her gumption. She is something else.

“I’m sorry for trying to dump you.” I whisper and she stands and comes over to sit in my lap.

“I accept your apology.” She smirks.

“Thank you for refusing to be dumped.” I look intently into her eyes. She kisses me sweetly before tapping my forehead.

“Let me in here. I can handle it, I promise. I want to know everything about you, even the bad stuff.”

“I just… I’ve never let anyone in.”

“Okay, imagine this. What if I kept all of my trauma about Colin from you. I know it’s not the same, but just imagine I didn’t tell you about him stalking me, or why I am the way I am about things. You’d be pretty pissed, right?”

“Obviously.” I tell her. “But that’s because I want to protect you.”

“Exactly. I feel the same way. Now imagine if I told you that I kept it from you because I just didn’t think you could handle my drama.”

I roll my eyes.

“I never said you couldn’t handle it.”

“But you’ve thought that. Haven’t you?”

“Maybe” I mutter petulantly.

“You’d be livid with me.” She smirks at me knowing she’s made her point thoroughly.

“Alright. I get it.” I put my hands up in surrender.

“I can handle this and I want to know everything about you. Even the stuff you keep locked away for whatever reason.”

“It’s pretty dark, Sugar. I don’t like thinking about it and I don’t like the idea of you thinking about it.”

“Again, not your decision to make.” She says.

“I decide what’s best for me and what I can handle. I promise you, I can handle this and if you just get that through your thick skull and let me be there for you, we’ll be good as gravy.” She said while thumping my forehead.

“Ow, woman!” I say before I tickle her sides.

“Fine. I’ll be better about opening up. I just might need your help and your patience because I’ve kept all of my shit buried away essentially my entire adult life.”

“They teach you to do that in the military?” She asks with an eyebrow arched.

“Pretty much.”

“Well, I’m going to help you undo that.”

“I don’t know that I’m going to like that process.”

“You’ll be fine.” She says before kissing me gently. “I’ll use my sexual prowess if I have too.”

“Seduce me to learn my secrets? You little minx.” She giggles at my joke and I breathe a sigh of relief that we can joke about it at this point.

“Do these flashback episodes happen often?” She asks.

“Nah, this is the biggest one I’ve ever had. I’ve had a few small ones, but nothing this involved before. Maybe once or twice a year before this. It’s usually triggered by something when I’m really tired.”

“What do you think triggered you last night?”

“If I had to guess, I’d say the storm. Likely the thunder was similar to an explosion or something in my dream.” I say quietly and she just nods and strokes my cheek.

“Do you have Nana’s brunch today?”

“Nah, she’s got some clothing drive thing at the church that she’s doing. I’m glad because I don’t need her scrutiny today.”

“Does she know about the episodes?”

“Not really, just always told her it was nightmares. I think PawPaw likely has an idea having been a veteran himself, but he keeps it to himself which I appreciate. I don’t need Nana trying to convince me to join some VA group to talk about my problems.”

“What’s so bad about those groups? I only ask because I have no frame of reference.”

“Nothing, those things are really good for some people but it’s just not for me. I tried once or twice after I retired and felt worse after them. Just not the type to get up in front of strangers and talk about my issues.”

“Survivor’s guilt.” Emma mutters and I glance at her somewhat annoyed.

“Think you’ve got me all figured out then?” I ask haughtily.

“No. Not at all as a matter of fact. I know there’s a lot more that you haven’t shared with me. That’s fine, for now. Just don’t get mad at me for being here for you. I don’t deserve that.”

My iciness cools immediately and I agree with her. She’s just wanting to be here for me in a way nobody else has ever been.

“I’ll do my best, Darlin’.” I admit while tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“That’s all I can ask for.” She kisses me sweetly.

“What do you want to do today, Sugar? That is if you want to spend the day with me.” I ask her.

“Shut up, of course I do.” She says as she rolls her eyes and I growl at her.

“Mmm.. I need to go to the grocery store and do some meal prep, but other than that I’m open to whatever.”

“Want to go to the store together? Hell, it certainly wouldn’t hurt me to bring my lunch a few days rather than eatin’ fast food all the time.”

“Ohhh! I love that. I can prep lunches for both of us.” She says excitedly and I can’t help but smirk at her.

“You don’t have to do all that work.” I say, thinking that I can cook my own.

“I really don’t mind. I have to cook mine anyway.”

“Alright, how about this. I buy all the groceries for us, and you cook the meals.”

“No baby, I’m offerin’ to cook for you. I don’t need you to buy my food.”

“Nah, that’s the deal Sugar Pie. Take it or leave it.” She arches her eyebrow at me and I can’t help but chuckle and smack her round little ass.

“Fine, but I’m not happy about it.”

“Military negotiation training continues to pay off.” I chuckle at her reaction. She attempts to tickle me, but I gently grab each of her wrists effectively handcuffing her hands by her sides.

“Geez, Sy, I knew you were strong, but damn.” She says as she attempts to wiggle out of my grasp. She doesn’t realize that she’s also wiggling her ass against me and in a matter of moments, she’s going to feel what it’s doing to me.

I let go of her wrists and she acts like she’s done playing before she turns around quickly and shoves her fingers against my ribs. I jolt from the chair sideways as she laughs freely at what she thinks is winning this game.

“Oh, ya wanting to play?” I say with a smirk and when I reach for her she jumps up and takes off running. Before I even realize it, we are giggling like school children as I chase her up the stairs. The dogs are barking wildly and poor Aika has Mills jumping all over her in an attempt to start wrestling. They slowed me down by getting between me and Emma so she got a little bit of a head start. Eventually Aika gives in and the start playfully wrestling in the hallway. I catch her at the top of the stairs, my long legs being no match for her short but fast stature. Emma squeals exuberantly when I pick her up from behind and haul her over my shoulder. She’s panting and I realize I might’ve played too rough so I gently slide her down my body, taking care to be intentional with where I placed my hands.

“Shit! I didn’t think about your period. I didn’t hurt ya did I?”

She smiles before shaking her head, “it ended last night. You didn’t hurt me baby, but thank you for checking.”

“Well in that case,” I say as I haul her back up on my shoulder, “I’m going to finish what I started.” She squeals again before smacking me on my butt.

I slap her ass that’s now exposed since she was still only in my shirt and grope it gently before throwing her on the bed on her back. I lay beside her on my back as we catch our breaths from our little game of cat and mouse.

“That was fun.” She giggles.

“Sure was.” I turn to her and smile.

“Now what?”

“Well, I don’t think I’d let you go to the grocery store without pants on, so as much as I hate to, I suggest you get dressed.” I respond as I gently rub my big mitt against the soft skin of her leg.

“Mmm, maybe later. I don’t think I’m done playing.” She admits seductively before gently placing her hand delicately against my clothed cock.

“That so?” I ask her and she nods. My heart starts beating quicker as she begins rubbing against me.

“Right now, I think I’d like to get you undressed.” She says seductively before her hand slides under the hem of my shirt. I lean up and quickly pull it over my shoulders tossing it somewhere in the room. I’m about to lean over on top of her when she pushes me back and her hands slide under the waistband of my shorts and boxers. She grasps my erection firmly before pulling at my shorts and boxers to remove them, so I lift my hips to assist her. Once those are off, Emma begins kissing across my abdomen while simultaneously jerking my throbbing erection. My hands are everywhere and nowhere at once, like an overwhelmed kid given free range in a candy store.

“Fuck, Sugar. What brought all this on?” I rasp as I grab a handful of her ass.

“You trying to dump me.” She says and I pause and look at her concernedly.

“Gotta remind you what you’d be missing out on.” She smirks before pulling my t-shirt off of her body and exposing her flawless breasts. She immediately pushes them against me and my responding growl has her grinning. Her warm, soft skin rubbing against my torso has me aching to take control and flip her over. Emma’s tiny hand still pumping my cock has me frozen and her gorgeous body, now only clad in a little pink thong has me hypnotized. I can’t stop myself from humping further into her hand as I feel her warm breath slowly making her way up my torso before sucking on my neck.

“Sugar, you’re playing a real dangerous game here.” I warn as she bites and sucks a hickey right above my collarbone. At the same time, I’m so hard that it’s painful and beads of precum are continually leaking from my slit as she uses it for further lubrication towards her ministrations.

Emma sucks on my earlobe before lightly whispering in my ear, “Ah, I like playing games with you.” Goosebumps erupt all over my skin and that’s when my resolve breaks.

Without thinking, I flip Emma over and tear her tiny thong to shreds as I rip in from her body. She gasps with either surprise or overwhelming need but I don’t pay attention as I pull her in for a brutal kiss. She starts to try and take control back by grabbing at my forearms, but I quickly trap both of her arms above her head using one of my hands to secure them.

“Now who’s in control?” I ask her smugly as I take in her beauty. Her breasts, peaked and heaving from the excitement are so sexy that I ache just from looking at them. Her little belly ring shimmering in the sunlight that streams in from the window somehow makes me even harder.

“Still me. I say stop and I know you’ll immediately discontinue what you’re doing.” She smiles triumphantly.

I smirk at her, because she’s exactly right. She holds all the power here, and I’m damn glad she knows it. Seems she wasn’t able to have that in her last relationship and I’ll do everything in my power to see that she knows she’s in control.

“You’re exactly right, Darlin’.” I say with a smile and her returning grin stuns me.

“Lucky for you, I like it when you take control and toss me around.” She divulges as she squirms under me and I can’t help but rut against her legs.

“That so?” I ask and she nods dumbly.

“Well ask and you shall receive.” I say before capturing her lips in a messy kiss. I trail my other hand slowly down her body before inserting my middle finger into her core and keen as she moans in pleasure at the intrusion. I pump a few times before adding a second finger and her body arches pleasantly off the bed.

“Fuck, Sy!” Emma shouts as I curl them in search of her g-spot. I grin victoriously when I know I’ve found it based on the reaction of her body. I start worshipping her titties that are so conveniently pressed right in front of my mouth and that seems to spur her on. I’m leaking all over her thigh as I’m so turned on but I need to get her there first.

I’m still holding her arms above her body and that’s how I keep her still as she squirms and moans exuberantly once her first orgasm washes over her. I observe the pure bliss ease across her facial features as she reaches her climax and I can hear the audible squelch of her arousal each time I pump my fingers into her core. After I’m sure to help her through it, I slide my fingers out and wipe the juices along my shaft, squeezing it to release a little bit of pressure as I do. I look at a completely blissed-out Emma as I pump myself a few times before I hear her quietly request, “Fuck me, Captain Syverson. Fuck me hard.”

I groan before capturing her lips in a filthy kiss before I flip her over. I lift her hips up off the bed and am appreciating the view of her perfect little peach and round delicious ass in the air before she shakes it at me. I smack her ass before sliding in and barely giving her time to recover as I slam into her.

“Y’okay?” I ask after she gasped loudly and she nodded before pushing herself further back on me.

I groan and she does it again so I stay there perfectly still for a few moments as I watch the erotic way Emma fucks herself on my cock in doggy style position. Her back is perfectly arched and she flips that mane of hair over her shoulder as she drives herself back on me again. Fuckin’ hell. I can't help myself when I wrap her hair around my fist as I fuck her harder.

My hands are in tight fists as I’m trying to keep from busting a nut so soon after we started but I know I’m not going to last long. I grab ahold of her hips and drive myself into her sopping wet core and focus on getting the angle right. I know I’ve gotten it when I feel her flutter around me.

“Yeah? Ya like that? Takin’ Sy’s cock all the way up in your tummy? Mmm, mmm, mmm, you look so fucking good like this, Sugar. This perfect ass slamming against me as I fuck that sweet, juicy peach.” I tell her and her moans get louder.

“Tell me, Darlin’. Tell me how it feels.” I probe her.

“Ah! Fuckkk! You feel so good, baby. So big and… and full and deep. Fuckin’ me better than I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah? This is easily the tightest, tastiest little peach I’ve ever had before. You were made for me. Made to take this cock.” I say and she moans. I slide my hands from her hips and grope her ass before putting my thumb around her tight little ring of muscle.

“You gonna let me in here one day, Sugar?” She clenches all around me and I almost blow my load.

“May…maybe.” She says as I continue to rut into her. I add a bit more pressure with my finger and feel her clamp down on me as her second orgasm ravishes throughout her body.

“Fuck, Sugar, you’re squeezin’ me so tight. I’m gonna cum.” I tell her and she moans as I piston in and out of her at a quicker pace to reach my high. My balls are heavy and full and I grunt as they tighten to my body when my orgasm washes over me. I still as deeply as I can in her wet heat as I paint her insides with ropes of cum and gently drape myself across her back that is now limp on the bed.

Emma whimpers as I remove myself from her and I quickly push the leaking cum back into her when it starts to leak out.

“Y’alright, Sugar?” I ask as she doesn’t move.

“Mmm.” She replies and I don’t know if that’s a yes or a no.

“Fucked you speechless huh?” I chuckle as I stand up and turn on the shower. The sweat dripping down my chest makes me want a cold shower, but I know Emma won’t have that so I get the warm water running before I go back to get her. She’s still completely spread out on the bed on her belly like I left her. I roll her over gently before lifting her up bridal style and carrying her to the bathroom. I set her on the toilet and am shocked that she pees without making me leave the room, but I don’t comment on it. She shuffles over to wash her hands before pulling her hair up into a messy bun. I wash my hands and check the shower temperature before she wraps her arms around me. I’m sweaty but she doesn’t seem to care as she rests her cheek against my chest. I aim the water on us and soap us up cleaning the sweat and the remnants of our tryst from both of our bodies. I kiss her forehead gently and she just smiles and nuzzles further into my chest with her eyes closed. After our shower, I quickly dry her off as well as myself before I clean up the clothes thrown around the room. Her little panties are in shreds and I remind myself to offer to pay for them as I throw them in the wastebasket.

“You’re awfully quiet.” I voice aloud and she smiles.

“I think I’ve been asleep while standing up that whole shower.” She replies and I chuckle.

“You must’ve been. Didn’t even make me leave the room when you went to pee.” I joke and her eyes snap open in realization.

“Oh my god, I didn’t. You saw me pee.” She says as she places her face in her hands in embarrassment.

I laugh loudly because she must’ve not even notice me pee after her while she was washing her hands.

“It’s alright, I won’t tell anyone. I peed while you were washing your hands if that makes you feel any better.”

“It doesn’t. I’m so embarrassed. I didn’t even think, your sexpertise made me almost comatose. I claim insanity.”

“You know I don’t care about that. You could even fart in front of me and I bet it would be adorable.” Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.

“ABSOLUTELY NOT. That would be mortifying. I would have to move out of the country.” She says dramatically and I laugh.

“You really think that we could live a whole life together, married with babies, grandbabies, and even great grandbabies and I wouldn’t see you pee or hear you fart?” I ask her seriously and am surprised when she shyly smiles.

“You think about us living a whole life together?” Truth time.

“Honestly, yeah. I’ve thought about it a few times. I know it’s early on, but it’s nice to think I’d be capable of having a future like that, and it’s even nicer to imagine it with you. Plus, it’s kind of hard not to when Nana is practically marrying us off in every phone call I have with her.”

Emma’s cheeks blush pink and I’m glad I was honest with her.

“I think that sounds amazing.” She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me and I swear my heart beats for this woman.

Part 12

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thegreenthepeacetheorange · 5 months

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Everlark (Mockingjay, Ch. 25-27)

peeta also being in the burn unit bc he was in the city circle

what i personally believe is that he's the one who tried to put out the fire that overwhelmed katniss, hence his own burnt hands and forehead

her using peeta's coping mechanism of pain to stay grounded in reality

when katniss talks about all the people she trusts being said, she highlights that there is peeta but he wouldn't know any more than her about 13's plans.

"we are both fire mutts now" - still a (broken) team

"those same blues" mentioned again

haymitch understanding katniss. the dad that stepped up. i love that he says "i'm with the mockingjay" instead of "yes"

katniss being our fave feral girl by literally biting into peeta's hand as he stops her from taking her nightlock

the fact that when she says "let me go", our baker boy with the beautiful words and the charm can only say "i can't"

just another instance where these can't let each other go. has anyone made a counter for these instances?

peeta is well and truly back. to do that. to know he can't let her go. that even when she bites him so hard he bleeds, he just looks into her eyes and lets her know he can't let her die

the fact that after the way katniss was used in the games and then in the rebellion, afterwards when she's damaged and broken and bruised and they have no more use for her, she's just sent off to 12

"there's no obstacle now to taking my life. but i seem to be waiting for something" - the same way peeta kept his hand open with the nightlock pill waiting for katniss to curl over his hand for him, katniss waits for peeta's permission to die

i love that she doesn't even mention peeta by name when she sees he's returned. we just know instinctively that he's the "him" that's back.

peeta says dr aurelius wouldn't let him leave the capitol til the day before which makes me think peeta had really been trying to be discharged to get back to katniss.

"his eyes have lost that clouded, tortured look"

katniss who understandably has fallen into physical disrepair over the last two chapters now feels "defensive" as peeta looks at her, frowning, and tries to push her hair out of her eyes somewhat. her relationship is SO different to the one she has with everyone else. and that's because it's really the only one where she's concerned with romance and her looks etc

peeta digging up and bringing her primrose. the boy with the bread is still here bringing gifts that can't have a price put on them. he is the sweetest most beautiful fictional boy

katniss is relieved that gale is in 2, far away. that era of her life is over, that friendship is over.

although she's still confusing right to end. why are you thinking about gale's lips kissing other lips. i think it's just like her finding closure but still.

katniss falling asleep on the sofa but waking up in her bed. we can guess who got her there

it's only after peeta comes back that katniss starts to hunt, find closure, grieve with others.

peeta bringing her a warm loaf of bread again.

them taking the family plant book and creating a new book to honour and remember the dead. her, peeta and haymitch creating their own makeshift family book. so tragic so beautiful

"peeta and i grow back together" - like it was inevitable.

But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?” I tell him, “Real.”

i love how simple and matter of fact this whole passage is. she doesn't need to go into flowery descriptions or explanations. she's already done that for three books.

i just love this whole passage so much. so much hope. so much love. after all that's happened, katniss learns to live again, to hope again, to love again, to see goodness again. and peeta is a key to her achieving that. and it's so beautiful

as an adult, i now know that this scene is alluding to their first time having sex. the mentions of his arms that build to his lips that build to her hunger from the beach that night. "so after" is after that night, that moment in their relationship where things become elevated in a new way.

him whispering that is not him asking her to declare it or say it. he's asking her to confirm what he feels, has felt. that she loves him. and she knows now her answer forever. real.

#everlark #the hunger games #mockingjay #peeta x katniss #katniss x peeta #katniss and peeta #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #tgtpto everlark read #haymitch abernathy

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hazshit-hotel-hater · 2 months

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Since Viv still somehow cannot decide on what Angel overdosed on. I am taking my liberties and doing it my goddamn self. I will also be formatting this into a summary of what I think a good small backstory scene could be like while also giving Angel a safespace and bonding experience.

It’s in the tags but WARNING there is discussion of drug abuse and overdosing in this summary.

Urg, okay, Vague but also kind of not vague angel backstory stuff because ig viv cant make up her mind on her own OCs backstory

Angel is lying in bed with Husk sitting at the edge as per usual, and Angel starts talking about a few mild personal things (mental struggles, work, general issues, etc) and Husk suggests taking something mild to help him relax and sleep so he gets up and gets him a few pills and puts them in Angel’s hand; says its Benadryl just to help him sleep a bit, but notices quickly that Angel is suspiciously reluctant to take or even look at the pills. Obviously, he asks what's up and is met with the answer of, “Nothin’ I just don’t… use that stuff.” It piques Husk’s interest, and asks if it doesn’t work for Angel, who responds with, “It definitely works.” but ultimately, Husk decides not to pry; however, he lets Angel know he’s open to listen if it’s something he feels like he wants to talk about.

Angel, being weirdly stubborn but also becoming a bit more open with Husk by this time, takes a few minutes to actually say something but eventually informs Husk that it was something he used to try and get high off and had some really good and really bad trips with, but it was the drug that ultimately led to him suffering an overdose and never waking up after it. Both of them are quiet for a bit until Husk gets up and searches for something else to help Angel sleep and, once again, places a few small pills in his hand and says he can try these, but if not, he can try something else without pills. Angel is still reluctant but ends up accepting the offer and proceeds to carefully assort the pills into little categories, saying it’s something he ‘needs to do’. Husk doesn’t push further than that and watches Angel take the pills before the other lays down again.

Things once again go silent for a good ten or so minutes until Husk notices Angel uncomfortably folding his hands over his stomach but mentions that pills always make him feel queasy to an extent and that he only takes them with other people around so he’s distracted from the discomfort they give him. In an attempt to calm Angel’s apparent nerves on the topic, he decides to sit with the other until Angel falls asleep. Eventually, Husk follows suit, with both of them waking up the next morning and Angel giving a relieved and grateful, albeit shaky, sigh. The next morning consists of Angel thanking Husk but ends with the two coming to an agreement that next time Angel can't sleep, a liquid medication approach would be better.

I don’t know if I’ll ever do a full fledged writing of this, but the concept of triggers is something I’ve personally yet to see stated in Hazbin Hotel. This would be a good way to discuss clear lingering trauma Angel has while still treating it with the gentleness the character needs and severity the topic needs. Benadryl was also just becoming a thing around the 1940’s so it makes sense for this to be something Angel very likely could’ve overdosed on. The topic of common triggers is something interesting too; I’ve seen that in other media obviously but even though I know we won’t get it, it’d be nice to see the caution around said trigger and very slowly seeing the character become more open to it if it is a common thing like this. Not everyone will get over triggers and I myself also used to have a strained relationship with a certain pill like this, but there is always the chance that you will be able to use it somewhat normally again.

If this were to happen I’d be fine with it if Angel never got over the discomfort of pills, but much later on in the series if we saw him take some kind of antihistamine casually and comfortably it’d be really nice to see that kind of growth. And as for Husk, I’d like to see him be less shame-y with Angel’s struggles like he was in Episode 6. Since we’ve basically lost Cherri Bomb as his safespace from external stressors, I really think Angel will benefit from an actually deeply caring friend, especially one that doesn’t overstep his boundaries and doesn’t encourage self destructive behaviour. The same goes for Angel by the way, I’m really pissed that they didn’t have Angel apologise for harassing Husk and everyone else. It really is not that hard to at least try to have him feel sorry about that sort of thing. Fuck, here’s something I wrote in like 20 minutes.

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It’d be really nice to have someone to talk to, honestly, even though he didn’t speak to Husk very much at all prior to this; he was looking forward to it a little more now. Coming home… er… coming back to the hotel after work and chatting casually at a bar was just… something about it sounded so… calm. Sure, he could go to a random bar and flirt with some rando, but talking with an actual acquaintance while having a few drinks seemed so freeing. Not having to worry about someone staring at him from across the room and getting approached about some kind of ‘offer’ outside.

God, he fucking hated that... “Fuck…” Soft smile melding into a grimace, Angel began to chew slower and slower until he eventually stopped altogether and harshly swallowed. He’d probably been making Husk feel gross like that for ages now. Obviously, he’d seen the disgruntled faces he’d get in return for flirting, but he’d never actually thought about it like that until now. He couldn’t even say, ‘for some reason, it made him feel gross’; he knew exactly why; coming to terms with that, on the other hand, was a lot more uncomfortable than he’d imagined. “Hey, uh… Not to damper the mood, but… I…”His chest puffed as he took a deep breath, and each word pulled Angel to avert his gaze further from his food and the cat sitting across from him. “I was gonna say… I’m sorry for bein’ weird and touchin’ your face yesterday…” As he spoke up, his voice lightly cracked near the end of his sentence. “And when we were filmin’ the hotel commercial… And every time I’ve put my legs on ya lap… And any otha time I did somethin’ like that.”

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I haven’t even finished this writing yet (I’ll likely add the rest when I do finish it) but you can see that it genuinely is not that hard to fit in an apology.

Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed my little Angel Dust ideas. Be prepared for more eventually

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arien-rey · 7 months

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cw: a little angst, suggestive touching

an: i’ve been daydreaming of an angry make out sess with miguel for DAYSSS so enjoyyy🤭

wc: 600+

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the bustling city of your home New York, you found yourself sitting on the edge of a rooftop. After a particular intense mission, you begin catching a breath and with great care begin to wrap the tender, bleeding wounds that scattered your body and torn spider suit with bandages. You hiss at the aching pain, however, you’re relieved that atleast you managed to escape without any broken bones. Just as you finish up, you tap a few buttons on your watch to radio HQ about your successful mission before the sound of footsteps catch your attention. You swiftly stand up and turn to confront the stranger behind you, but to your surprise you’re met with the towering figure of your colleague and trusted friend?(boyfriend? it was complicated) Miguel O’Hara. With a quick click of his watch, his mask swiftly disintegrates and reveals his cold, darkened expression. He must have used his watch to travel to your dimension.

“Oh, Miguel,” you exclaim, trying to mask your exhaustion and aching pains. “What are you doing here?”

He stops infront of you, his brows knitted together in concern. “what am I doing here? are you kidding me? do you have any idea what you put us through today? we thought you were dead!” he spat, his intimidating gaze locked onto yours.

Surprised by his sudden outburst, you take a step back. “Miguel.. I’m sorry—I thought I had everything under control. I didn’t mean to worry anyone.” you say, a hint of guilt simmering under your skin as you feel his gaze drift to your bandaged wounds.

“thats the thing, you shouldn’t be risking you life like that!” he snapped, his voice laced with frustration and concern. He grimaces and runs a stressed hand through his dark hair, trying to keep himself somewhat composed. “what ever happened to sticking together? What made you think it was okay to fight this anomaly without telling anyone?”

You could see the raw emotion in Miguel’s eyes, and you bite your cheek. You’ve never seen this side of Miguel before, so vulnerable and protective. It ignited a flame within you, and a strange concoction of frustration and desire slowly stirred inside you.

“Well, maybe i didn’t want to you rely on you all the time,” you retort, glaring up at him, voice dripping with defiance. “I can handle myself, Miguel. I’ve been doing this long enough, I dont need a babysitter.”

The tension in the air was palpable as your words hung between you. Slowly, you watched as Miguel’s anger gave way into something else; something more primal. He takes a heavy step forward, his head tilting to the side as he towers over you. His intense burgundy eyes lock with yours, and you don’t falter.

“you dont need a babysitter, huh?” he growls, his voice husky with an undeniable undertone. “Well, maybe you need something else then.”

and before you could say anything, he grabs you by the waist, pulling you forcefully against him. His lips crash onto yours in a searing kiss, released with pent-up emotions and unspoken words.

You gasp into his lips and widened your eyes before quickly melting in his arms. A low rumble escapes his chest as you tangle your fingers into his dark hair and tug roughly as the kiss deepens, lighting a fire that courses through your bodies. You moan softly into his mouth, pressing your body impossibly closer to his, the heat between you scorching.

In the heat of the moment, Miguel gently slides the hands off your waist and allows them to roam your body, his rough touches leaving fire in its wake. You shiver as his big hands brush against your skin, his touches gentle so he doesn’t press on your wounds. A complete contrast to how his lips pressed greedily and possessively against yours.

As you finally pull apart gasping for air, you could see a mixture of emotion in Miguel’s eyes. His eyes were narrowed with desire and his cheeks flushed, but now there was something different— a profound affection and vulnerability.

“I’m sorry, I just.. don’t want to lose you too,” he confesses, voice laden with raw emotion and want.

As you stare at each other in disbelief, the argument is momentarily forgotten. Suddenly the rooftop is quiet again, except the sound of your racing hearts.

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #smut #miguel o’hara smut #<3 #miguel ohara #miguel smut #miguel ohara x reader #miguel x y/n #miguel x oc #miguel x you #miguel ohara smut #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara x oc #2099<3

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octoberclidan · 1 year

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I Can't Lose You

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader, Dean Winchester x reader (platonic)

Summary: Reader (she/her) is a hunter who lives in the bunker with the boys. She's had a crush on Sam for about a year now, and she's finding it increasingly difficult to push her feelings down. When she's abducted and tortured by demons, Sam and Dean have to find her. Sam realises that he also has feelings for her, and if she was really gone it would leave a giant hole in his life.

Note: this was written by myself for myself; there are probably mistakes. My first language is English but I'm not American, so it may sound weird in places if you happen to be American reading it. If you do happen to come across this and spend time reading it, I hope you enjoy it somewhat!

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Story:

[Y/N]'s alarm beeped and woke her from a dreamless sleep. It was the first night in almost a month where she hadn't had a nightmare. [Y/N] had been a hunter since she was a teenager. She was experienced, skilled, strategic, but she would never claim to be fearless. Sure, in the heat of the moment she had no problem fighting ghosts or werewolves or demons. But at night, the fear would catch up with her and turn sweet dreams to terror. She pushed her blanket back and stretched before swinging her legs over the side of the bed. They had been on a week long hunt and only got back to the bunker two days ago, she was still catching up on sleep. As much as she adored Sam, she would give anything to not hear a 'so get this' come from his lips today.

[Y/N] made her way to the kitchen to find Dean had already finished his morning coffee and was now enjoying some crispy bacon. "Hey" Dean smiled at her as she sat down. "Hey" he repeated, but this time with a frown as she stole a piece of his bacon. "Too lazy to make your own?" She just shrugged at him and continued eating.

"Where's Sam?"

"You don't know where your boyfriend is? Thought you'd want to keep tabs on him" He smirked at her while she rolled her eyes.

"He's not my boyfriend." She muttered, glancing away from Dean to grab another piece of his bacon.

"He's probably out for his morning jog. I told him last night not to go looking for a new case today, I think we could all use a break."

"I think that's probably for the best, that last hunt took its toll on all of us" [Y/N] sighed as she was relieved that she wasn't the only one who needed a rest. Dean was like an older brother to her, always looking out for her, there when she needed a serious chat or just someone to goof off with. She looked up to him, figuratively and literally. He could be a bit over-protective at times but she was okay with that since she knew it just meant he cared about her.

[Y/N] did not think of Sam as a brother. They were friends, but they wouldn't have as close a relationship and she and Dean had. She tried not to get too close to him out of fear of becoming too attached and then facing rejection. She lived in the bunker, it was her home, but it was theirs first. If she made things awkward with Sam she knew she wouldn't be able to live there anymore. So, she settled for hiding her feelings for the taller Winchester.

"How would you feel about a movie day? You, me, Sam. There are some classics I know neither of you have watched yet. We could set up the Dean Cave and just chill out for the day? Maybe give you and Sammy an opportunity to cosy up. Just not like, too cosy. 'Cause I'll be there." Dean suggested.

"A movie day does sound good... do we have any snacks?" [Y/N] ignored Dean's comment about Sam.

"Hmm I don't think so, we haven't really restocked since we got back from the hunt. You wanna go get some while I set up the room? Or we could wait for Sam to get back and then make him get some snacks, but you know he'll probably come back with some healthy shit".

"You can trust me to come back with some unhealthy shit". [Y/N] smiled at him.

"A girl after my own heart" Dean winked at her. "You know if you ever lose interest in Sam, we could give it a shot". There was a twinkle of mischief in his eyes as he teased her. [Y/N] rolled her eyes again and this time they landed on a sweaty Sam, who had just appeared in the kitchen. He greeted them while pulling his earphones out and grabbing a glass of water. [Y/N] knew she was staring at him, but she couldn't look away. Sam was extremely tall, broad, muscular, and sculpted like a marble statue. There were scars from past hunts, but they only enhanced his natural perfections. She imagined what it would feel like to touch his shoulders, or his back, or his abs, or-

"Think Sammy's eyes are a bit higher up [Y/N/N]" Dean gave her a knowing smile and she turned bright red, snapping out of it and averting her gaze.

"What are you two talking about?" Asked Sam.

"Nothing" [Y/N] answered a bit too quickly and Dean chuckled at her.

"[Y/N] and I were just talking about the three of us having a movie marathon today, you in? She's gonna go get snacks, you can help me set up the Dean Cave"

"Sure, yeah sounds good! Or I could help you with the supply run? We probably need stuff other than snacks too". Sam turned his attention towards [Y/N]. The fact that she knew she was already blushing just embarrassed her further; she needed to get out of there before she overheated.

"No that's... that's okay, I want to go out for a walk and clear my head anyway before we watch movies all day." [Y/N] quickly stood up and left the kitchen as fast as she could to get to her room and collect her bag and phone.

"What's up with her today?" Sam asked Dean. Dean just shrugged, it wasn't much fun teasing [Y/N] when she was no longer in the room.

***

[Y/N] had left Sam and Dean to sort out the Dean Cave for their movie day and was on her way to the local store to pick up some snacks and drinks. It was quiet around, and she was enjoying the walk, glad to get some fresh air after essentially living in her bed for the last two days. It helped cool down her cheeks too after the kitchen incident. She tried to focus on the music she was listening to and try to push the image of Sam out of her head. It wasn't that far, she would be back within an hour without having to drive and she needed to get herself under control before then.

[Y/N] took out one of her earphones when she heard a noise behind her. She had only turned her head halfway when she felt something hit the side of her head, and then fell into darkness.

***

"Is she taking the scenic route or something? She's been gone two hours". Dean was getting inpatient. He and Sam had finished getting everything ready an hour ago, and now all that was missing was [Y/N] and the snacks.

Sam looked at his watch and frowned at it, "you're right, she should be long back by now".

Dean took out his phone to call her and Sam watched as it rang out. Dean tried a second time, then a third before leaving a voice mail asking why she wasn't picking up her phone.

"I'm going to track it". Sam rushed to his laptop and began trying to track her phone. A brief moment of relief washed over him, she was only about ten minutes away from the bunker. He frowned at the screen when he noticed that she didn't seem to be moving, the phone was staying in the one place. Dean leaned over his shoulder to look at what seemed to be concerning Sam.

"What's she doing?" He asked.

"Nothing, hasn't moved in the last few minutes".

The two of them stared at at the screen for a few more minutes, and Dean noticed Sam starting to get fidgety, tapping his fingers and bouncing his leg.

"Alright, let's go" Dean took the keys to Baby and they both set out to go see what she was doing, and why she wasn't answering her phone.

***

"Dean pull over, she's supposed to be here." Sam barely waited for the car to fully stop before he had the door open and was looking around for [Y/N]. He was ready to check his phone again to see if she'd moved when he spotted it. Lying in the grass, beside her bag, was [Y/N]'s phone. She wasn't there.

"What is it?" Asked Dean, who was now also out of the car and jogging over to join Sam.

"Her phone, her bag. She's not here Dean."

"She's currently occupied". A voice sounded behind them and and they both spun around to see a woman, who smiled at them and flashed black eyes.

"Demon". Muttered Sam.

"Very observant". The demon scoffed.

"Where is she?" Both Sam and Dean pulled out their guns, aiming straight at her. Unfortunately their blades were still in the car.

The demon smirked at them. "She's just going to help us with something. Now that you're both here though, you can help us too".

"Help with what? If you've hurt her I swear-"

"She's just a bit tied up. A bit of minor torture, nothing too permanent". The demon cut Sam off. "She's just going to give us the location of your so-called 'bunker', and tell us how to get in and disable whatever warding you have up, and then we'll be good and put her out of her misery. Of course now that you're both here, you could just tell us instead and as a deal, we'll let her go".

Sam looked to Dean with an almost pleading look. He knew they couldn't give the demon the location of the bunker, there were just too many dangerous objects and spells in there that they couldn't risk demons getting their hands on. He also knew that he needed [Y/N] back. Why hadn't he insisted on joining her on the supply run? Why did it take her being abducted to realise just how much he cared, just how much he was terrified of losing her? She had brightened up his life in so many ways since she joined them. When Dean yawned at him while he talked about science, or history, or politics, [Y/N] gave him her full attention. On countless occasions when he couldn't sleep he would find her in the Dean Cave watching a movie, and he could join her and would always enjoy the discussions they'd have after about the plot and characters. Whenever he offered a theory about a case, [Y/N] would never dismiss him. She could poke holes in his theories in a constructive manner, and fill in gaps; she had a way of making him think from different angles. She made him a better hunter. He needed her.

"We need proof that she's alive. Not a phone call. We need to see her". Dean was doing everything he could to not shoot the demon now, grab a blade and stab her. Unfortunately she was their only connection to [Y/N] right now. He needed to see that she was okay with his own eyes.

***

[Y/N] slowly opened her eyes, and was immediately hit with a burning pain on the side of her head, on her back, and all along her arms and legs. Her wrists were bound together behind the chair she sat on, and as she looked down she saw her clothes were damp with blood. It started to come back to her, she had been in and out of consciousness for a couple of hours now between being tortured for information. She had been threatened that they would continue the torture until she gave up information on Sam and Dean and the bunker. They didn't threaten death, but they offered it as a reward. They were demons, they'd simply continue with the pain for as long as it took her to break. This wasn't the first time [Y/N] had been in a situation like this, and she had rescued Sam and Dean from demons before too. She knew they would find her, she would just have to hold out long enough. The demon [Y/N] had been dealing with currently wasn't in the room, and before it came back and before [Y/N] lost consciousness again, she started to work on trying to loosen the rope around her wrists. They were tight, they hurt, but if she could just push the rope around her left wrist...

***

The demon opened the door to the basement where [Y/N] was being held captive, Sam and Dean following behind her. The blood completely drained from Sam's face when he saw [Y/N]. She had been captured before during hunts, but she had never looked this beaten up. Her eyes were closed and looked bruised. The sight caused Sam's anger to boil up to the surface and he glared at the demon who had made them leave their guns behind.

"Son of a bitch.. what the fuck did you do to her?" Dean growled at the demon.

"She's tough, I'll give her that". The demon laughed, and walked over to [Y/N], slowly and lightly dragging a knife over her arm. Not hurting, just teasing the boys.

"Get away from her. Now." Sam said through gritted teeth.

"Oh I will, it's part of our deal right? So, tell me where the bunker is and how to get in, and you can have your bitch back". The demon's smug face fell when [Y/N] jumped up behind her and wrapped the rope around the demon's neck. Dean immediately ran towards them to help hold the demon still while Sam began shouting out the exorcism spell as fast as his tongue would allow him to. The demon thrashed between [Y/N] and Dean, rocking her head into Dean's nose and elbowing [Y/N]'s stomach, but with one final shout she knocked her head back and a stream of black smoke came pouring out, before the body went limp.

Dean caught [Y/N] when she swayed and Sam ran to them, cupping [Y/N]'s face between his hands, trying to assess how much damage there was underneath the blood. He turned to Dean and saw his bloody nose, and then looked back at [Y/N] who had now completely lost consciousness again. Sam put his arms behind her back and under her knees and lifted her to his chest.

"We need to get her out of here. Back to the bunker". Dean tried to wipe away some of the blood from his nose.

"We need to get her to a hospital, look at her."

"No Sam, we don't know if that demon was working alone or if more are going to come for her, a hospital won't be safe enough. We need to get her back to the bunker now".

Sam sighed, he didn't feel right about not taking [Y/N] to a hospital, but he also knew Dean was right. The bunker was the safest place for her right now. They made their way outside to the Impala, and Sam lay [Y/N] down in the backseat before climbing in with her, placing her head on his lap. Dean started up the car and started driving even faster than he usually did. Sam stroked her hair and started to wipe the blood off her face with one of the wipes from Baby's first aid box. When he was wiping her chin here eyelids fluttered open.

"Sam?" Her voice was a whisper.

"Shh, I've got you. Rest [Y/N], you're safe and we're nearly home".

"The demon?"

"Back in hell. It can't hurt you anymore".

[Y/N] let her heavy eyelids close again and she drifted to sleep, feeling safe with Sam.

***

[Y/N] woke up, feeling disoriented at first but quickly realised she was back in the bunker. She was not in her room though, she was in Sam's bed. She smiled as she realised she was in his clothes, she had been stitched and bandaged up, and her hair had been washed. She pushed back the covers and slid her feet out onto the floor. Everywhere hurt, but she'd felt worse. She made her way out of Sam's room and along the corridor to the library, hoping to find one of the boys.

"Hey". She smiled when she walked in and found both of them sitting at a desk reading through some lore books. Dean had a black eye, from what looked like a broken nose. Sam didn't look to be injured but he had dark circles under his eyes and looked pale.

Dean looked up and smiled at her "Hey Sweetheart, how are you feeling?" She shrugged and moved closer to give him a hug before turning to Sam.

"Thank you for saving me".

Sam stood up and enveloped her in a hug, resting his chin on top of her head.

"I was so worried [Y/N]. We tracked your phone and when you weren't there with it I swear my heart stopped. When we found you.. I've never felt so angry in all my life. That can't happen again. I can't lose you. I haven't slept since we got back two days ago, just waiting for you to wake up and be okay"

"I'm here Sam. I'm okay"

He leaned back and tucked some hair behind her ear and his eyes flickered to her lips and back to her eyes again. Feeling a bit of courage she couldn't help but push her hand up into his hair and pull him down to a kiss. To her relief, he kissed her back and pulled her closer, as if he was afraid that she would dissappear if he wasn't holding her.

"About time". They heard Dean mutter from his desk. They pulled back from each other, each noticing that the other was blushing, and laughed.

"Come on, I still feel tired and you haven't slept" [Y/N] took Sam's hand and gave it a squeeze.

"Your bed hasn't been slept in for two days, mine is warm.. I say we share it?" Sam reached his free hand behind his neck to scratch it nervously which caused [Y/N] to giggle.

"Will you two just go be together already?" Dean prompted, clearly getting impatient with the two of them, but giving [Y/N] a smile to show he was only joking. Sam and [Y/N] made their way back to Sam's bed, neither of them were going to leave the bunker without the other for awhile, and they had a lot to talk about. For now though, they were just going to cuddle up with each other, [Y/N] safe in Sam's arms.

The end

#sam winchester x reader #sam winchester #supernatural #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester x y/n #dean winchester #sam winchester comfort #sam winchester fluff #dean x reader #dean winchester fluff #demon #injured reader #sam winchester fic

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pluralthey · 8 months

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is there a good place to start if we want to learn about idletry? im very interested in the story and all the bits and pieces revealed so far but i dont know if youve like, stated the basics both about the characters-in-story and how you’re releasing the comic

hi there. unfortunately, idletry became a passion project very abruptly and many details were added very quickly without regard for how long the project would take. once i did realize how large the project was, i decided that i would not even kid myself on the idea of holding in spoilers for the next 5 years, and those two factors combined make the information available very chaotic and slapdash -- somewhat intentionally.

i don't even have the comics tagged separately for easier access among the idletry content -- although, i could go back and give them a separate tag.

i can summarize the story and say that it's about a funny little talking honey badger/tasmanian devil named jessie gaylord who has for the last 10 years of her life been on heavy psychiatric medication in an attempt to mitigate a pervasive delusion that the world is a fictional story. she also has a notorious aggressive streak. these medications work primarily by leaving her so tired that she sleeps most of the time.

the story begins when her medical team has run out of typical medications to try, and they must order an older, more aggressive type of drug which is not commonly used anymore, and has a lengthier process to manufacturing and approving the drug. during this time, she is not on any medication, and she becomes more urgently fixated on convincing people that the delusion is true.

she ends up attempting to contact the writer, who is referred to as God, and she receives a response. she immediately attempts to write the story herself, and she's granted the ability to do anything within the story so long as she can write it out. (the intricacies and limitations of this power have been elaborated upon in a bunch of fragmentary posts, so i won't try to condense it here)

at the end of the first act, she kills the first writer and becomes the new God of her world. the rest of the story is about what she does after acquiring omnipotence, and it heavily features a character named fate -- or shiloh, as jessie calls her -- with whom she enters an intimate relationship.

she has a happy loving family composed of a father named adam, a mother named evelyn, and an older sister named emily. there is a later minor subplot about a cult following who worships her after she becomes God, and this cult is initially organized by an ant called samanthuel -- or samwich, as jessie calls them. these are usually the other characters i mention and i am too lazy to link them right now

the comic itself is currently being written. the script stands at around 51,000 words at the time of writing this as i work on the second act. after it's written, i will let it simmer for a few months and then write a second draft to start to relieve the story of its bloat. depending on its length at that point, i will either need to write a third draft, or i will start drawing the comic.

chances are, during the second draft, i will start to thumbnail or sketch scenes which receive little to no editing, as i know they will likely remain relatively unchanged even through multiple drafts.

the sketch strips are to tide me and an eager audience over in the meantime, but they've sort of dried up as i focus all of my attention on finishing the first draft and taking care of a puppy that was kind of just forced onto me.

i've made a couple of full-length comics before and they have taken years. it is, unfortunately, just the nature of the process. for idletry, i plan to self-publish the comic. i've never published something in print before, so that is the most daunting part for me.

the plan at the moment is to crowdfund this, but, to be frank with you, i no longer pay rent, and i care very much about having this comic as a printed book. i have no issue with paying the cost of printing out of my own pocket by the time it's done and am even anticipating that outcome ahead of time, despite having a pretty reliable audience by now.

i'm on the fence about releasing a digital book version, as i very much want to retain digital color versions of the pages that are more vibrant, but due to the explicit adult content of the story, i don't want it to be free-access.

tl;dr: it's about a lesbian incel with anger issues who's given omnipotence.

i'm still working on the story because i want it to be good.

i'm planning on printing it as a physical comic book once it's done.

#idletry #not art #ask #asks #as a frame of reference your average actual words-on-paper novel is 60k words

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wri0thesley · 9 months

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i just. sending welt nudes while hes on a trailblazing mission. videos of you touching yourself telling him how much you miss him on the train. welt having to excuse himself to relieve some of that tension. he replies with an audio clip of him moaning your name as he comes to your messages.

cw: masturbation, erotic images, somewhat non-consensual voyeurism, reader is afab and chubby-coded. welt uses names 'sweetheart, darling, vixen'.

"Of course, General, if we can be of help we're more than happy to--"

Welt is interrupted by the chirping of his cell-phone; he glances at the screen as he tails off, to see that he's received a new message from you. Your trademark style of typing flashes across his screen; he barely represses the smile that always wants to flit across his features when he thinks of you.

I miss you! ;m;! [you have received 1 image]

This time, the smile does break his face, as March 7th takes over talking for him, clearly seeing that he's distracted. He wonders what you've sent as the attachment; just recently, March has shown you how to access a great number of GIFs and reaction images online; he wonders if it's one of your favoured cat gifs, or perhaps a sad rabbit with a river of tears running from its eyes, or even just your same sentiment expressed in glittering text--

Not even thinking, he swipes his thumb across to view it.

And almost drops his phone.

It takes all of his quick thinking to ensure that Caelus beside him doesn't see the image that flashes up on his screen. Ordinarily, he'd have been thrilled to receive such a thing - ordinarily, though, he isn't in a meeting with one of the most important men in the political landscape of his current world.

Jing Yuan regards him over the table, head tilted to one side like a large reclining lion.

"Are you alright, Mr Yang?" He asks, in that deep, low voice that somehow always manages to sound a little tired. "Do you need a minute?"

If Welt wasn't sure that nobody had seen the screen, he would almost say that Jing Yuan knew what kind of image he had just received.

His phone lets off another chirp. Welt glances down and - oh, Aeons, this one is even more brazen than the first. His throat suddenly goes dry; the stricture in his trousers becomes more and more uncomfortable. What are you thinking?

He coughs, readjusting his glasses, standing and trying to angle himself so that the predicament your little messages have caused isn't broadcast to everyone present.

"Yes," he says. "Actually, I think I'll excuse myself for a moment--"

He barely thinks as he stumbles towards the door that Jing Yuan motions to, a small smile on the man's leonine features. All he can think about is getting out of the suddenly stuffy meeting room, finding somewhere private to study the images he's just been sent--

The bathroom door locks behind him and he sags in relief, back against the door, palms sweating as he fumbles for his phone and another chirp goes off.

First things first.

He takes a moment to look at that first image again.

Compared to the later ones, this one seems almost tame - but out of nowhere in the middle of an important strategy meeting, Welt had almost entirely lost his cool. He studies it.

You sit on his bed, the cushions and the sheets rumpled. You wear one of his over-sized button-up shirts (bought in the largest size possible precisely because Welt has always had a secret fantasy about this exact kind of image, and he had wanted to ensure it would fit no matter what size his eventual sweetheart had been) - the button placket undone, pressed either side of your body so that the curve of your chest is visible but nothing so louche as your nipples. The curve of your soft tummy visible; the hem of the shirt barely brushing the lushness of your thighs. Your arms squeeze your chest together, one finger innocently resting on your lower lip--

It's an image designed to seduce him through and through, and Welt is utterly entranced. A huff of hot breath escapes him as he gazes at you.

It won't matter, will it? His hand floats down to the front of his trousers without him really thinking things through. Of course, it's embarrassing that he needs to, but far more embarrassing would be going back out there with his cock tenting the front of his pants--

His trousers and underwear are pushed down to around his thighs. He gasps as he takes a firm grip of his cock, eyes not focusing on anything but your body - the memory of your soft curves pressed against him, the sight of your skin teasing him . . .

He flicks over to the next image with the thumb of the hand holding his phone.

This one is far more obvious in intent.

The shirt has fallen entirely from your body, revealing the peak of your nipples beneath; the curve of you that Welt knows fits so perfectly in his calloused hands. Too, your thighs have moved - to spread apart; the camera perfectly capturing the space between your thighs. That would perhaps have been enough to drive a man mad on its own, but your hand has also changed position - no longer toying seductively with your pretty mouth, but two fingers spreading the petals of your sex apart so Welt can see the way the wetness glimmers on your poor unplundered folds in perfect clarity.

He slides his fist over his cock, teasing his head with his thumb, wishing upon fervent wish that it was your cunt he was buried in and not his own hand.

This one has an accompanying text message, too.

I wish you were here to do this for me ;_;.

A few moments later - that must have been the chirp he heard when he locked the bathroom door--

My fingers don't feel as good as your cock does, Mr Yang </3.

Welt is shaking with want. A bead of sweat rolls down his forehead as he continues to work his hand over his cock, as he strokes himself and thinks of you and all of your sweetnesses and virtues.

Another chirp.

[You have received [1] video clip]

Well.

If he's going to hell anyway--

He swipes along to view it.

Oh. The video starts automatically, and Welt is glad that he keeps his volume on low at all times. He hears your soft little moans like they are a jolt directly to his nervous system; every cadene and whine as familiar as his own hand. It's clearly been a little harder to film a whole video than to take a few images, but . . . Welt appreciates the view even so, as he sees your fingers delve in and out of your cunt. The way your wetness drools out around the digits, the slick plunging noises - the way your other finger toys with your nipples, pinching them--

(You'd told him one, cheeks hot, you could hardly come without them being touched, now - not when Welt so often tugs at them with his teeth, pinches them between his big fingers until you whine for him and come on his cock in tandem with his ministrations).

You cry out his name, back arching, and Welt recognises the trembling line of your body, the way you seem to pull in towards yourself and then let it go again. You come for him, on his tiny phone-screen, and it makes him ache and rage and long that he can't be there for you to kiss you through your orgasm and kiss your sweat-slicked forehead and tease your over-sensitive folds--

(You're always so, so sensitive. The brush of his fingers after you've come makes you mumble and whine, burying your head into his shoulder, softly whimpering that 't-too much, M-Mr Yang-- Welt-- I c-can't--'. Of course, he knows that you both can and will . . . but the sight of you so utterly wrecked makes him flush with pleasure and pride even so).

Fuck.

Without thinking, he flips his thumb over the button for sending a voice memo. Watching the little audio track come up on screen, pulsing in time with his ragged breaths, he begins to talk to it as if he is speaking directly to you.

"Ah, sweetheart . . . what am I going to do with you?"

His voice comes out gritty and dark with barely repressed lust, his vowels and consonants dry. The constant slick of his hand working over his cock must surely be audible in the recording, but Welt could not care less.

"I miss you too - but darling, please, I was busy . . . did you know I had to excuse myself to the bathroom just so I could touch myself to those pictures? That video?" He groans, remembering the sight of you. He's breathless.

"Little vixen. You knew that you'd distract me, didn't you, hmm? You know I wish it were my cock inside of you and not your pretty little fingers . . . Fuck." He takes a moment to swear as the sound of your fingers plunging in and out of you fill his brain. His cock twitches in his grip. "You can't reach far enough, can you? Poor thing . . . Ah. When I get back, I'm going to pin you underneath me and work you open until you break--"

He imagines the way you'd swallow at that, the bob of your throat, the arousal that would cloud your lovely gaze. He grunts, groans, moans into the microphone of the little device.

"You're incorrigible, you know . . . I shouldn't leave you on your own. A few days without my cock and you become utterly shameless. Ah. I hope you'll make this up to me when I'm baa-aaack--"

At the thought of all the ways that you could 'make it up to him', Welt feels himself break. His cock twitches in his hand, a tightening low in his stomach, and then as sparks dance in his eyes he comes all over his fingers, spattering them with pearly drops of his release.

He stands there for a moment, breath heaving, glasses askew, cock out, as he presses 'send' on the audio recording.

Gathers his bearings.

After a few deep breaths, he's able to reach for something to wipe himself down with and clean up. He's able to control the rabbiting of his heart.

Rearrange his clothing. Wait for his cheeks to unredden.

He turns to the mirror to check there's nothing wrong with the rest of him, reaching to tug his glasses back into their proper place - and he realises something with a lurch of his stomach.

His glasses. The angle of his phone, when he had checked it. Your little picture - the reflection. The man sat directly opposite him - the Arbiter-General--

His phone chirps once more.

This time, the accompanying text is not from you.

Jing Yuan: You're very lucky your two companions seem rather innocent. You're not as deft as you think you are, Mr Yang. Jing Yuan: Pretty little finch you have there, though. Jing Yuan: What's their name?

#nat.txt #not sfw text #drabble #hsr posting #welt x reader #welt smut

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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i would run to you and my heart won't change please !! for spencer

"who did this to you?" but youre enemies !!!!

come celebrate 5.7k with me!

combined with: congrats for 5.7k! it's so well deserved. can we have my heart wont change with spencer reid and "let me take care of you."? ty <3

thank you so much!! <3

Crying in the FBI stairwell was not the way you'd expected to start your day. First, you'd woken up too early to your alarms, but you were unable to go back to sleep.

Then you'd stepped into your bathroom to find it flooded, your leaky plumbing sabotaging your somewhat relaxing morning. You'd slipped in the water on the floor, smacking your cheek on the counter on the way down. It was humiliating, it was painful, and it left a mark.

Next was the stain on your favorite sweater. It was coffee, and it was dried right into the left sleeve, rendering it too unprofessional to wear to work.

Then, your shoes had a spiderweb in them. You weren't sure how, because the bug would have only had about eight hours to spin it, but apparently it worked fast.

You had forgotten breakfast on the way out and you were too early to catch a local diner for a meal, so you arrived at the office grumpy, tired, and hungry.

You hadn't caught the elevator. That had been the final straw. The first tear had spilled when you were just three steps up towards the office, and the rest flowed like a river as you hunched over in the stairwell.

You didn't know why you weren't being more cautious. You were alone at an odd hour in an isolated, soundproofed place. You supposed the security that came from it being a government building made you think nothing bad could happen, but of course, the worst thing happened.

Not murder. Though his voice was murder on your ears. Not kidnapping. Though you'd rather be stuffed into the back of a van than see his stupid face. Satan himself could have ripped your soul from your body, and you'd be relieved that it wasn't Spencer Reid walking towards you.

But it was.

He came at you with concern shining in those stupid doe eyes of his, then he recognized you through your puffy cheeks and messy makeup.

He backed away slightly, hesitance evident in the way that he awkwardly lingered, "Y/L/N?"

"Reid," You spat, "Walk away."

"I.. I can't leave you here."

"Yes you can," You gritted your teeth, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes until hazy patterns flashed through your vision, "Go."

You felt hands on your wrists before you heard his voice again, but it came when you flinched away from him, "Stop, you're gonna hurt your eyes."

Your vision was blurry, but you didn't want to admit it. He pried your hands away from your face, crouching on the step below you to peer cautiously into your eyes.

His gaze caught the spot on your cheek and his eyes darkened, a nervous frown tugging his lips down, "Y/L/N, who did this to you?"

"Myself," You laughed dryly, "I slipped and fell."

Reid gave you a skeptical look, "Do you know how many domestic violence victims say that? That's one of the most common excuses for a suspicious bruise."

"I'm not being abused," You huffed, though somewhere deep down inside you appreciate his concern, "I really did slip and fall. My bathroom was flooded this morning, and I hit the counter on the way down."

Reid drew his lips between his teeth, gnawing on them gently while one of his slender hands dug through his bag. He came out with a cold pack, the shiny plastic bag advertising a 'quick freezing rate'.

"I keep them for when we go to hotter states," He explains, "Just squeeze it, it'll get cold."

You narrowed your eyes at him from your higher stair, "Why?"

"So you can ice it," He gestured to your bruise, "It won't hurt as much, the cold helps with-"

"I know how it works," You rolled your eyes exasperatedly, "I was asking why you were doing this."

He seemed slightly taken aback by your question, "I.. I wasn't just going to keep it to myself. You needed it."

"You didn't have to stay," You reminded him, watching as he squeezed the cold pack gently and held it out to you. You didn't take it, electing to monitor his facial expression instead.

It turned sour. His brows dipped at your refusal of his help, and he reached forwards, pressing the cold pack to your cheek. You tried leaning away from him but his other hand flew to the back of your neck, keeping your head stationary.

'Just let me take care of you," He huffed frustratedly, then seemed to realize the weight of his words. His cheeks flared red, the blush spreading down his neck and to his ears. You stopped fighting him, though, so it had worked.

"Does this mean you'll be nice to me in the office now?" You raised an eyebrow, your cheek bared as he kept the cold pack firmly over your bruise.

"Maybe in the office," He mused, "Not in the field though."

"Asshole," You seethed, teasingly shoving his shoulder as an incredulous scoff escaped your mouth. You watched his lips quirk up at one corner, a cocky expression you'd never seen on him.

"Is it helping?" He asked, his arm still straight out in front of him while his hand laid against your cheek.

"I think so," You reluctantly admitted, "Reid?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. For.. this."

He seemed to know what you were talking about, even if you didn't say it: thank you for being civil.

"Of- Of course," He blinked rapidly, letting you take the ice pack out of his hands to hold it yourself, "I usually have a ton of those, so if you ever slip and fall again..."

"I know who to call." You nodded once at him, hauling yourself up onto your feet. The cold pack was as calming as it was healing, and you felt your tears receding by the second. You let a teasing grin grace your features for a moment, "Probably wouldn't answer, though. Technophobe."

You spat the word at him like an insult, and he rolled his eyes, "I have a phone, Y/L/N."

You began your ascent towards the office and he followed, jogging up the stairs beside you, "And if I thought it was work I'd pick up."

"You have a brick," You corrected him, picturing the little outdated flip phone he insisted on saving, "I'm surprised you can call anyone but 911 on that thing."

"It works perfectly fine!" He insisted, his hands slapping his sides in a huff, "I don't know why you guys need to tease me about it constantly. It's not broken, I won't fix it."

"Can you take pictures on it?" You pressed on, unphased by his protests, "Or do you have an old-timey film camera in your bag to do that? Wait, lemme guess! You have to drape a curtain over yourself to take the picture, and squeeze the.. the thingy."

"The thingy?" He raised an eyebrow at you as you reached the BAU's floor, "You shouldn't be teasing me if you don't even know what you're saying."

"Whatever," You gripe, setting your bag down at your desk and glaring amusedly at him, "You're ancient."

"I'm thirty!"

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lovelykhaleesiii · 10 months

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request game:

"i don't care if someone sees us. i need you, now." - aegon II

pls 👉👈

Aegon ii SMUT Prompt #3

pairing: King!Aegon ii Targaryen x niece!fem!Reader

warnings: incest, swearing, breast play/kink, fingering, mentions of p in v sex, mentions of spanking, dub con.

Your relationship with your eldest uncle, Aegon ii, was one that blossomed out of sheer love and passion. You both had always been somewhat inseparable, always seeking his company out in your youth. You felt that his dry humour that never failed to make you giggle, and protectiveness to defend you against your cousins, bullies and mean maidens, went hand in hand to how your affections would evolve and amount towards him today.

Likewise, Aegon felt this loyalty towards you. Seeing as how despite his flaws that his mother, grandsire and even his younger brother, Aemond, seemed to see and rip apart, you remained faithful towards him. Not to mention, as you grew into a mature, young adult maiden, your beauty was incomparable.

He was in absolute awe of you.

The day he was crowned as King, many had their doubts towards his rule, despite upholding century long tradition of naming a male heir. Fearing that with his temper, history of lashing out and holding grudges, that a second Maegor would be in the making… However, just as Aegon would, not much to your surprise but that of his council, he was a leal, young King. Although, from time to time, he did abuse the advantage of his title and position, particularly against you.

He convinced your family to keep you at King’s Landing, as his younger sister, Helaena’s closest companion.

“Both maidens, I shall see to it myself of their marriages,” in which your family were quite relieved of Aegon’s interest and decision to betroth you… Presuming it would be some loyal, highborn knight or Lord, little did they know of his true intentions.

Regardless, he had you in close proximity to him, and that was all that mattered. Even if he was busy attending to matters of the realm, the thought that you were close by, near him, he was able to breathe.

And from time to time, whenever he felt the need to see you himself, he’d have his loyal Kingsguard fetch for you, and today was no different….

“You summoned me, my King.”

The last of the main doors shutting close, as he’d instructed his present guards to stand outside.

Comfortably sitting atop the Iron Throne, you had to admit, it did quite suit his tastes or rather he had suited the throne. His stature was powerful and he oozed this forbidding look that fuelled the fears of a second Maegor coming, that yet, only you could see through.

“I needed to see you, my Princess-” Despite your relationship not being publicly announced nor decreed, Aegon had taken a personal liking referring to you as his. And often it seemed it went unnoticed, or mayhaps no one wished to question his wording.

Walking down the stony steps of the throne, one by one, he’d made his way down before you. Encircling you, as he intently gazed over your every inch, a hand caressing the sides of your body, before making it’s way to undo the knots of your corset.

“Aeg- Not here! Out of all places, does it have to be right here? What of the guards? Or the council! Someone could hear us, or worse, see us-”

Your haste interruption, as you swiftly swivelled your body to face him from behind you, your hands latching to his to hold firmly, stopping him from pursuing to strip you bare. Concern strewed across your face, you however, were met with Aegon’s amused expression, with a tinge of hurt, as you denied his attempt.

“I don’t care if someone sees us. I need you, now.”

Scanning the vast room from corner to corner, a sigh of defeat escaping your mouth, as you once more, caved into your Uncle’s carnal lust.

He loved you endlessly and would never intentionally put you in harms way, that you had come to know from a young, childish age.

Allowing his rough, large hands to resume their place on your body, carefully stripping each layer of your gown off [if he had his way, he’d have ripped it off you in a few mere seconds, although knew better than to leave you vulnerable].

“Mhmm- My beautiful, sweet girl. God, I’ve missed these-”

His hands gently squeezing and massaging your plump breasts, his thumb lightly grazing and flicking at your nipples, earning a visceral reaction from your end. Chills sprung across your soft skin, as your back arched, moving forward towards Aegon’s frame, as you bit your lip mindlessly to his teasing touch.

“Turn around-”

And as you did so, now your nude backside facing towards him, as the remainder of your undone gown fell to the cold, stony floor. Your quickness to obeying his instructions was rewarded with a sharp, taunting spank. The bare skin of your ass cheek, stinging with pleasure. One of his hands remained snaked around your waist, kneading at the flesh of your breast, as the other held your hand guiding it down to the entrance of your moist cunt. His fingers overlapping yours, began to guide your digits with his own, massaging at your sweet, sensitive spot, slowly plunging themselves deeper and deeper, as the wetness began to pool.

“A-Aeg-”

“It seems that you need me just as much, my dear. How could I deny you that pleasure? What kind of a King would I be to deny you my service? Let me take care of you, my Princess.”

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taylorsv3rsion13 · 11 months

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we never go out of style || c.f.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

words : 2.8k

synopsis : things were always rocky for conrad and you. after the whole break up, will everything be the same the year later? or will it all turn to shit.

There's always something about biking early in the morning in your pajamas during summer. It's calming, peaceful almost.

I walked over to the kitchen, hearing multiple voices.

"Good morning." I said chirpy enough.

Laurel stopped talking to the boys, turning all her attention to me, "Where have you been? And is that a bruise forming on your head?"

"Oh yeah, I ran into the door frame earlier, it's fine." I said, sitting down at the table and pouring myself a glass of orange juice.

I watched as Conrad began to pour a bowl of cereal. He soon pushed it across the table.

"Oh, thanks." I said, giving him a quick smile.

"No problem." He walked over to the couch, fully sprawling out.

I looked over to Jeremiah who was making some green drink of sorts, "What are you making?" I asked, my head motioning towards the blender.

"My hangover smoothie, it cures all." He said, giving me a smile.

Susannah bursted into the room, her face full of joy. "Belly and Y/N are going to be debutante's!"

Belly and I looked at each other, before laughing a little.

"Did you just say those two are going to be debutantes? Y/N and Belly?" Steven asked as he pointed at us.

This had seen to gain Conrad's attention as he began to look at us.

Laurel seemed like she was getting a headache as Susannah began talking about everything that was going to happen in the span of two months.

Savannah gasped sending all of us to look at her, "We need to go shopping!" Savannah exclaimed.

Laurel sighed, "This sounds expensive."

"Oh don't worry Laur, it's on me. Tell your mom that i'll buy your stuff as well." Susannah said to me.

"But-" I began

"It's my idea after all and we'll get to style you two!"

Laurel looked at Belly and I, "Are you two sure you guys wanna do this? It barely seems like Belly, and it's not even what you would do, Y/N."

"It's not something Y/N would do." Conrad said all the way from the couch. All of us turned our heads to him.

"Well, which one of you is going to be Belly or Y/N's escort to the ball?" Susannah asked, trying to relieve the tension.

"Not me, I went last year." Conrad said.

"I wouldn't choose you either way." I said out loud. He only stared at me in response.

Jeremiah smiled, "Yeah, and I swore off balls."

"We'll find our own dates, it's fine." Belly said to Susannah as she smiled at us.

Laurel looked at Belly and I, raising an eyebrow, "Wikipedia says that debutante balls require social etiquette..."

Conrad sighed loudly, "I'm going out for a swim."

The boys all said their goodbyes as Susannah persuaded Laurel as much as she could.

"Hurry up and finish eating! We have shopping to do!" Susannah said excitedly.

We went into town and started off at mini boutiques with somewhat casual attire. We needed these lace hat things called fascinators.

The two of us laughed as we tried on different outfits and hats.

Soon we were trying on white dresses that looked like they were wedding dresses.

I walked out of the fitting room in a no strapped white dress with a large white bow right in the front. It was poofy and bad.

"I don't think this is the one." I said as I laughed a little. Belly agreed with me as she also ran back to try on a new dress.

I tried on another dress and it was much simpler than the first, yet Susannah still wanted a bow on it. On my body it was quite pretty though.

Susannah gasped loudly as I stepped out of the dressing room.

"Laurel, I think that's the one." She said happily.

Laurel also agreed as she looked at me with practically heart eyes.

Belly came out a few moments later in her dress which we said yes to as well. It was a lacy one with straps that were off the shoulders.

"You look gorgeous, Bells!" I said as I looked at her.

As we made our way to the cashier, Susannah took my dress to pay for first.

"How about this one?" The cashier asked as she pointed to a silky dress.

There was one strap that was on the shoulder and the other half off the shoulder. Parts of fabric also created a beautiful effect on it. (i'm thinking about the vivian westwood ones)

"Oh no, that's much to simple." Susannah said to the cashier.

Laurel raised a brow, "But it does seem like Y/N... and that one does seem like Belly as well."

Susannah turned to Laurel, "Trust me, these girls go all out."

Laurel drove us the next day to the tea party for the debutantes.

"Thank you, Laurel." I said as we exited the car.

"Girls?"

We turned back towards her.

"If anything bad happens like the girls or mean or even the food sucks, you know you can always text me and i'll come straight away."

"We'll be fine." Belly reassured.

"Use our code phrase and i'll be there as soon as I can."

"Okay, okay."

"You remember it from when you were little, right?"

"Yes, yes, lemon jelly belly."

"You use it too, okay Y/N?" Laurel said.

I nodded yes in response.

Laurel smiled at us, "Okay have fun!"

Belly was wearing a light blue and white checkered dress. It had little tiny flowers on it as well, but they looked like pineapples. Her fascinator was pink, and she looked absolutely gorgeous.

I was wearing a beautiful dark red dress that had a low cut with embroidered flowers on it. I also wore a pink fascinator but it resembled more of a flower.

I turned around and Jeremiah came running at the two of us.

"Oh my god, uh, you both. I couldn't even recognize you guys."

Belly and I laughed, "Do we look like fools?" I asked.

"No, no, you guys look good, don't worry. Let me walk you guys over."

We walked in silence for a moment.

"Are those pineapples?" Jeremiah asked Belly, pointing to her dress.

"No they're flowe- have you ever seen a flower before?"

"Jeremiah."

"Paige."

"Where's your shirt?" The lady at the front asked.

"It's always a pleasure." Jeremiah smiled

"Oh right, this is Belly. I mean Isabel Conklin." He introduced Belly, "And this is Y/N L/N, my future wife that my mom had told you about." Jeremiah joked.

I hit him in the chest.

Paige raised her eyebrow, "They're late."

"We are so sorry." I said.

"You guys are sitting at table two."

"Are those those little Brie and fig jam sandwiches with the prosciutto?" Jeremiah asked, pointing at the small sandwiches.

"Don't you dare." Paige said sternly.

I watched as Jeremiah grabbed a sandwich quickly. He gave Belly and I a small kiss on the cheek after, "Know 'em dead." And then he bolted out the door.

"Jeremiah! Those are for the girls!" Paige yelled.

I looked over to table two and I immediately recognized two girls sitting next to an empty chair. One was Nicole who was with Conrad at the bonfire, and the other I'm pretty sure was Shayla. She was with Steven.

There were a couple 'hi's' said around as we made our way tot he table. Belly sat across from me.

"Hey." Shayla said.

"Hi." I responded, situating myself in my chair.

She looked at my face for an extra minute, "Is that from the other night?" She pointed to my forehead.

"Oh yeah, it's nothing though." I reassured her.

She began rummaging through her bag, pulling out some foundation and concealer.

"Here, i'll fix it." Shayla smiled.

I allowed her to fix up the bruise.

Shayla smiled again, "It looks pretty good."

"Thank you." I smiled.

There were a bunch of different conversations going on. One about Dara and her girlfriend and another about something else I totally didn't catch.

"Oh, Belly and Y/N are only sophomores. Right?" Nicole asked from beside me.

"Yeah, we're juniors in the fall." I said, a smile on my face as I looked at Belly.

"We've seen Belly, but Y/N, is this your first summer here?" Nicole asked.

"Oh no, I've been coming here since I was a baby." I explained.

"Yeah, she's like Belly. They're family friends with Conrad and Jeremiah." One of the girls said.

A girl named Gigi looked at me, "U-um are you and Jeremiah like a thing... or are you taking him to the ball?"

I just sat there in shock, barely being able to say a thing.

Shayla also stared at her in shock, "Oh my god back off Geeg."

"What it was just a question!" Gigi said.

"They're like basically related, you have nothing to worry about" Nicole explained as she also gave me a smile.

"I'm not worried!" Gigi said.

"Mhm, keep telling yourself that." Shayla said jokingly.

Shayla turned to me, "Gigi has had a thing for Jeremiah ever since he got abs last summer."

Gigi looked on fire, "Relax, I'm not into Jeremiah." Shayla reassured.

"Yeah because you're eye-fucking that waiter." Gigi retorted

"Dude, that's Belly's brother." Shayla said, mouth wide open

There were numerous different reactions to that statement.

Nicole interrupted, putting her hand on my leg, "So, what's it like living with Conrad and Jeremiah? Belly has already answered, but it's got to be like a different reaction for everyone."

"Yeah, Conrad's so mysterious." Someone said.

I just stammered for a moment. These people didn't know, I guess.

Paige began talking and I watched as Shayla took out a metal flask from her bag.

She poured a bit into her tea cup and then passed it down. The rest of the girls continued to pass the flask down until it landed to me.

Paige had said something about having a big sister.

"Hey little sis." Nicole smiled.

I laughed softly, "Hey."

"Don't be worried, you'll actually have a lot of fun. I dreaded this last year, but my big sis was amazing." Nicole reassured. "Want some?" She held the flask to me.

"Oh no, I'm okay thank you."

I looked across the table at Belly after she had kicked me rather harshly.

'I'll be right back' She mouthed to me. I nodded as I watched her get up and leave.

"What is that about?" A girl asked at the table, but I didn't reveal Belly's little secret.

I laid on Savannah's bed as Belly continued to get ready for her little date with Cam Cameron.

"Catch" I said as I threw her my lipstick. She had always said how much she liked it. "You can have it."

She looked at me excitedly, "Really?"

I laughed a little, "Yes, of course."

"You're going to have so much fun tonight and you look so pretty." Savannah admired.

"We're just going to watch a movie." Belly laughed lightly.

Laurel came into the room, looking at Belly as well, "You look nice, hon."

She sat next to Savannah on the foot of the bed. "I can't believe crop tops are back in style." Laurel laughed.

"Have fun tonight." Savannah called out as Belly and I began to walk out the room door.

"Are they not driving with us?" Laurel questioned.

"Belly's got a date with a boy!" I said in a sing song voice.

"Did Belly not tell you?" Susannah asked.

Belly gave this who schpeel about how smart Cam Cameron was which made me laugh.

We walked down the stairs and the boys were playing on the TV. There were multiple shouts and other things going on which was funny.

I stood at the mirror with Belly.

"You look so beautiful." I said to her, hugging her from the side.

"Aww, I love you Y/N." She said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

I smiled at her, "Be safe, and be smart!" I said to her as she left the house.

I walked over to the couch and squeezed in between Jeremiah and Steven, yet I could still feel Conrad's eyes on me.

"Where's Belly going?" Steven asked me.

"A date." I said simply.

Steven only looked at me for a second and then turned back to the TV.

Susannah and Laurel came down from the stairs.

"Hey kids, wanna go to the book party with us?" Susannah asked.

I looked over to her, "Yeah, I would love to, just let me get ready."

I finished getting ready in a white cropped tank top and jean shorts.

Susannah, Laurel, and... Conrad, were waiting for me downstairs.

"Oh, you're coming?" I asked as I looked Conrad and the rest of the guys.

"Yeah, yeah." He stammered.

I watched as Conrad downed yet another glass of chardonnay. One after another.

Jeez he needed help. A lot of help.

I sat on the couch at the party and just watched as older people mingled, while Jeremiah and Steven sat on my right scrolling on their phones.

"Hey." Conrad said, holding out a glass.

I shook my head no respectfully.

"This is lame." He stated.

"Yeah I know, I'm doing it for Laurel though." I said.

He laughed a little, "Yeah same."

"Oh Conrad!" Laurel called out to him from across the room.

We both turned our attention to her.

"Come over here."

"You know, this shits boring." Conrad complained, breaking the silence once he came back. "Can we please go somewhere?"

"Where do you have in mind?" I asked.

"Go into town? What about that guy with the rainbow dash tattoo that was selling weed." Jeremiah suggested.

"Nah, he got arrested last summer." Conrad said which made me laugh.

"We could go into the drive-in." Steven suggested.

"Ew no, I'm not trying to see Belly make-out with some guy in a minivan." Jeremiah said.

"I agree, only because it's her date and if we ruined it she would kill us." I said.

"Yo, let's actually go." Conrad said.

All of us turned our heads to him.

"You're serious?" I asked.

"Yes, come on."

Steven drove, Jeremiah sat as passenger princess, and Conrad and I were in the back.

As soon as we made it to the theater, they had pulled up right next to Cam Cameron's car.

Jeremiah and Steven immediately began mocking Belly by acting like they were making out with someone.

"What the hell do you guys think you're doing?" She asked as she opened the door.

Steven laughed, "Just catching the end of our favorite movie."

"You have no right! You have to go!" Belly said angrily

Jeremiah tried saving us, by saying how it was just a joke, but that didn't seem to help.

"Steven, I swear to god, if you don't leave. I will send everyone in this car your Dramione fanfic." Belly threatened.

We all began laughing besides Steven.

"You wouldn't." Steven said.

Belly laughed a little, "He spent an entire chapter talking about Draco's wand."

That sent everyone into another laughing attack.

"Hey seriously." Belly said, causing us all to stop. "Please leave." She made eye contact with me.

"Yeah, come on Steven." I said, agreeing with the girl.

I sat in the kitchen waiting patiently for Belly to come inside. Cam's car had been in the driveway for 10 minutes now, and she still wasn't inside of the house.

As soon as she came in, she saw me sitting at the kitchen table. A large smile was spread across her face.

"How was your hot date?" I asked her.

"It was amazing until you guys messed it up." She said.

"I'm sorry, I tried to get them out of it, but that's all they wanted to do, and I didn't want to stay at the book party." I explained.

"They were assholes." Belly said.

"I know, I know, but they didn't mean any harm." I said to her.

Conrad came down the stairs, looking at Belly and I.

"I think someone wants to talk with you, Y/N." Belly said before running up to her room.

I followed after her soon, as I began walking towards the stairs.

"Hey, Y/N." Conrad said as he grabbed my arm.

I turned to him, taking my arm out of his grasp, "Yes?"

"Can we just talk for a minute." He asked.

"Oh, uhm yeah sure." I said, walking back into the kitchen. "What's up?"

"Is everything good between us?" He asked. Which I thought was so dumb.

"Yes, everything's fine." I responded, just wanting to leave this situation. I began to walk away back towards the stairs.

"Y/N, I just wanted to say I had a lot of fun earlier at the party.

I turned to him and just stared at him. Wondering where in the world he might be going with all of this.

Maybe I liked him again, maybe I was ignoring him because I felt something again.

#conrad x y/n #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x y/n #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #jeremiah fisher #belly conklin #steven conklin

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OH have you finished all of animorphs then? Any general wrap-up thought on the characters n their arcs if so?

oh boy okay that's a big ask because the lack of specificity means i'm inclined to be comprehensive. i'm gonna force myself to be brief

jakey: very coherent arc from "i'm not the leader why are you guys saying i'm the leader stop saying i'm the leader" to "Subhuman. Flush 'em." it's good. i also like the chain where he's like. initially invested for saving his brother > tells marco he can't make calls about his mother because he's too close to the situation and is frankly an ass about it while hypocritically insisting he can handle the yeerk controlling his brother trying to murder his father, relieved when the animorphs take the difficulty of having to make the choice away from him but still views it as an indictment of his leadership capabilities > during the evacuation of the families he almost like...overcompensates w/ under-prioritizing himself and his loved ones, irrationally prioritizes everyone else's families being moved out first despite the fact that it would have made more tactical sense to do his first > he loses his family over this and it breaks him

rachel: problem w/ rachel is that, unbeknownst to me when i started reading, multiple of the books for her just had no idea what the hell or fuck they were doing, and were wildly out of character. ignoring the books that were fake and didn't happen, her arc is good. the thing is that "we might have to do something terrible, too. get rachel" is the crux of her Issues and the ghostwriters didn't need to do any of that other shit. the fake and true rachel books would've been served better by exploring the fundamental divide btwn her and cassie as people i'm sure you know what i mean

marco: probably the most consistent/strong arc? it's good. reading the end part was like

marco: i haven't seen jake in a few months. i still worry about him of course, just...from my hot tub me: that seems not true marco: okay so he hasn't seen ME in a few months but i have been continuously accidentally-on-purpose spying on him, and also sometimes i turn into a lobster in my fountain to cope me: okay yeah that's true

i like his fundamental internal conflict of. Being a person who is very capable of seeing, as per his iconic monologue, the bright line from a to z, and also continuously kicking the part of him that's horrified & upset by how that line impacts himself/the things personal to him under a rug. and despising when people pity him or acknowledge that he's upset/hurt because it reminds him he's got all that shit under the rug and distracts him from the bright clear line. really really good character writing how he's completely okay with constantly yelling and crying about how he's the most scared and afraid boy ever because fear over physical things is pragmatic, but he can't tolerate having it acknowledged when he's upset by something he knows to be necessary, because that's Not pragmatic. it adds flavor

cassie: i think it's funny how some of the other roles on the team are "the leader" "the lieutenant" "the axe-man" (<- not to be confused with the ax-man) etc and she's The One With A Continuously Functioning Moral Compass, Nerd #2, and The Emergency Lisa*. i've been told that the cassie books are either some of the strongest in the series or absolutely nothing but the thing is that i like the absolute nothing ones because i think the shenanigans are fun. so overall she's got great books. the struggle of a character who finds the moral compromises she's forced to make while participating in a war genuinely psychologically intolerable but still keeps being sucked in further is good & a nice sort of foil 2 some of the other morphs. i do have. And this has to be said despite being somewhat tangential. i do have the firm opinion that. rachel and cassie v much come off like they should be the classic "people who were bffs as kids and start becoming distant/incompatible as teens but are ignoring it and will be insisting on hanging out/calling each other bffs for several more years until something causes a bigger schism" dynamic & it would add a lot more if the text was aware of this fact and did something about it. but that's a longer post for a later time

tobias: his stomach flipping over while he tries to deny that the hawk-boy form of himself ellimist is showing him is him is perhaps one of the most stark scenes in the entire series and i think we should all be drawing it more. it's nice they put an abused autistic kid who doesn't feel like a human person in animorphs so that various children reading could have their brains rewired. i like how he's got a very heavy internal life. he's always Pondering. the torture plotline is a bit weakly written i think, his strongest moments are when he's doing an identity crisis thing. his dynamic with rachel is really good and the end of his arc does feel fitting. i think with how aximili is always going on abt how tobias is his shorm aka soulmate it would've been good if we saw more of the convos they were having or they had a more clearly Besties bond going on. although i DO like that aximili almost never shouts, someone (jake?) explicitly notes that when ax Does yell it means you'd better fucking listen, and to my memory the only call-caps moment aximili has is yelling "TOBIAS!" when he thinks tobias is critically wounded. more of that shit please. i would've also liked more tobias books in general bc he has one of the strongest narrative voices out of the gang

aximili: I was so mad about his very last book in the series being a shit ghostwriting moment. So mad you do not even want to know. entire plot of, like, book 8 all over again, except this time he's casually considering endorsing genocide for some reason. anyway i think there's a lot of interesting things going on in his head but his arc doesn't really wrap up well & there are a few ghostwritten books where he feels poorly done w/o having a rachel-type Really Iconic book that makes up for it. he works better early and mid series. he's also just a fundamentally hilarious character concept which is great. i'm sad that people lied to me about him being autistic compared to other andalites (he's not) but i like when he has axtism moments anyway. i would like to see 100 drawings of axmini get cinnamon roll now please

#ask #animorphs lb

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It Hits Different This Time, Part 3

Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Rock Star Eddie x Steve Harrington

TW: Mentions of alcohol, drug abuse

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five

Brief updates from Eddie, a phone call with Jeff, and finally some news about Gareth

Steve woke up with a stuffy head the next morning; he’d spent a solid hour crying with Robin on the couch after he got off the phone with Eddie, going over everything Eddie had said again and again in excruciating detail. They weren’t sad tears, they were tears of relief, but it still did quite a number on his sinuses.

Thankfully, when he talked with Eddie later that evening, Eddie hadn't let his own negative emotions keep him down.“Talking with Wayne has been tough,” he’d said with a wry laugh. “I’d really been hoping I would never have to have this conversation with him, but hey, we had it, and now things can get better.” (Which reminded Steve that he needed to call Wayne and see how he was doing in all of this.)

Aside from that, though, Eddie seemed to be in high spirits. He told Steve all about the detox process (“Terrible, I’d rather go skinny-dipping with Jason Carver than go through that again”) and about his conversations with his therapist (“Ugh, I feel like my heart is throwing up, but Doc said that was a good thing and that we’re making progress, so, yay?”) and all about his sobriety sponsor (a seventy-five-year-old Italian woman named Francesca that he called “Frankie, she’s fucking hilarious, I kind of want to set her up with Wayne.”) Steve just couldn’t get over how good it was to hear Eddie like this: how awake and alert he sounded, how clear his voice was, how loud he laughed. It made the last ten months even more glaring in how off Eddie had been before, how badly fucked up he had been on whatever cocktail of drugs he'd been taking.

They’d gotten a bit more time to talk this evening, which was wonderful, but Steve was relieved that they ended their call as early as they did because he had a few calls of his own to make, now that things were settling down somewhat.

“Hey Jeff.”

“Steve!” Jeff’s voice rang loud and clear over the line. “Shit, man, it’s good to hear from you. How are you doing?”

“Good, good. I just got off the phone with Eddie and I just wanted to say thank you, man. I can’t – I can’t tell you enough how grateful I am that you were there for him when I wasn’t.”

“Shit, Steve,” Jeff replied reassuringly. “Eddie’s my brother. He might be kind of an asshole, or, actually, he might be a lot of an asshole - ” (Steve snorted through his nose) “ – but I’d do anything for him. I was happy to be there. And I know that if I was the one getting into that deep shit, he’d have done the same for me.”

“Still, it’s hard, man. I mean, I wasn’t even there and - ” Fuck, he would love to stop getting choked up all the time. “ – and it’s been hard for me. I can’t even imagine what it was like for you.”

Jeff’s sigh was long and deep. “Well, I can’t say it was a fun time, because it wasn’t. It actually really fucking sucked, watching them just fall apart all the time because they were too fucking high. I’m just really glad I didn’t relapse myself.”

“It’s amazing that you didn’t, man.”

“Yeah, well,” he could hear the smile in Jeff’s voice, “I had an angel with me. Speaking of, Chrissy says hi.”

“Hi Steve!” Steve can hear the lilting voice of Jeff’s fiancée in the background.

“Tell her ‘hi’ back for me,” Steve smiled, although on the inside he was reeling. Why wasn’t I enough for him to stay sober?

“I will,” Jeff said back. “And listen, before you start spiraling or anything, Eddie’s drug use has nothing to do with you, man. The only reason I’ve stayed sober the last two years is because I got to a point where I wanted to be. I mean, I was into some rough shit when I met Chris, and it took me about a year and half before I decided it was time to get sober. And yeah, Chrissy was a part of that, just like you’re a part of it for Eddie, but the difference now is that Eddie wants to make this change and get the help to do it. He just got there on his own time. If there’s one thing you can’t do, it’s rush Eddie Munson.”

“Tell me about it,” Steve chuckled, and with his laugh felt the tension in his chest dissipate. “I’ve started telling him our reservations are half-an-hour earlier than they actually are just so we can leave on time. Which reminds me, he told me to treat you and Chrissy to dinner on the Amex.”

“The Amex?” Jeff whistled. “Fancy, fancy. We’ll be back in town next week, maybe you and Robin can meet us somewhere?”

“That would be great. Are you still out in Cali?”

“Yeah,” Jeff sighed, and this time his sigh was sadder. “We’ve been staying near Gareth’s facility, trying to convince him to stay.”

“Shit, man, I was going to ask what happened with him.”

“Gareth,” Jeff sighed again, “he just started the party scene later than the rest of us. It’s still new and exciting to him and he doesn’t think that all the shit he’s doing is a problem. And I mean, he hadn’t really gone that hard until that last weekend right before we came back, but I think he’s still in the denial stage with how bad it’s gotten. Chrissy is getting through to him though, I think. He’s agreed to at least stay for the four-week program.”

“Have you asked Wayne to talk to him? That might help.”

“Shit, I should,” Jeff hummed. “Wayne knows that he’s checked in, but Gareth hasn’t had phone calls until yesterday. I’ll get Wayne the number, see if he can’t help Gareth out.”

“Robin and I would be more than happy to talk to him, too. He’s family, you know? I’d hate to see him get hurt or worse.”

“I’ll let him know that he can give you two a call,” Jeff replied warmly. “That’ll mean a lot to him, I think. I’m going to try to get permission for Eddie to call him, too, I’m just not sure if there’s extra precautions they want people to take when they’re in these programs. At the very least, if Gareth sees Eddie get sober and stay sober, it might inspire him to do the same. You know how much he looks up to him.”

“Yeah, I do,” Steve replied, and he was about to say more when his phone started vibrating.

Incoming Call: Wayne Munson

“Wayne’s calling, I’m going to check in with him. Thanks again for everything, Jeff, and let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“Absolutely. Talk to you soon, man.”

Steve pressed the End Call, Start New Call button and brought his phone back up to his ear. “Hey Wayne.”

“Hello son. Glad I caught you.”

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