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artdivadej · 1 year

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Survivor's Remorse (II)

Part Two

18+ | NSFW | PTSD

How could I?

Peeta didn’t look scared but that didn’t make this ok. He’s a guy, of course his body would react on instinct. I had no right. I immediately bolt from the bed before he can grab me with those powerful hands of his. Always trying to hold me together and I’d violated him.

“I’m so sorry”, I gasped fighting my tears of disgust.

“Sweetness, you did nothing wrong”, he called in that honey sweet baritone.

I must have looked as feral as I did when I was coming off of the trackerjacker venom during my post-torture rescue. He only ever used that tone with me when I was about to lose my shit.

“I just assaulted you Peeta!”

“No. You were sleeping you-”

“Exactly! Just like what Marvel did to me! You were unconscious!”

“It’s not the same”, he tried softly. “You know how I feel about you. Marvel had no right to touch you!”

I forgot how wild the mention of Marvel made Peeta. I’d never watched our games, no intentions on seeing myself suffer in HD when it never left my nightmares. Marvel was the only tribute that Peeta had killed but I’d been unconscious when it happened. I’d woken up 3 days later latched onto Peeta like a tick, refusing to let go. No panties or shirt under my jacket and jeans but very sore. Marvel was nowhere in sight but, there was blood on the left wall of the cave. Peeta told me he’d gotten to me in time but with the soreness I had? It was clearly to keep what little sanity I’d had left intact. I allowed them to think I’d believed the lie.

It took what little good I had left in me. Forever taking what little hope I had to be with Peeta away.

“I was unconscious. So were you. Unconscious people can’t say no”, I snarled taking another step backwards.

“It’s not the same. I invited you into my bed. I lov-”

“Stop it!” I screeched bolting from the room.

I can hear Peeta scrambling to get together to come behind me but I’ve always been faster. And I cared little for pants anyway. I darted out the window and took off to the forest. It’d grown much lusher since the districts can come and go between each other. It was warm out even with night still reigning. I needed to hurt something so I didn’t hurt myself. Going to my hollowed-out trunk I bypassed the bow today, needing more personal methods of killing tonight.

I stayed out until the sky began to turn Peeta’s favorite colors. Taking that as my sign to head back with my haul. I left half of my kill in the ice cooler in the now updated shed out here that the hunters have asked my permission to utilize. They can carry the heavy buck back to town themselves. I’d skinned it. They can do the rest.

After taking a bath in the pond I finally trekked back to the Victors Village, peeking around the homes to make sure Peeta wasn’t in sight. When the coast was clear I slid into the side window of Haymitch’s living room and started a fire, depositing my kill in the sink. He was fast asleep in one of the armchairs in front of the fire with a cup beside him. I fumbled through the middle cabinet in the back compartment for my secret stash. Found em! I grabbed three of the bottles of the clear liquid and plopped down on the loveseat in front of the fire.

“Want some pants there sweetheart?”, he chuckles with a stretch that makes his bones pop loudly.

“No. But I’ll take a blanket”

He removed the black fuzzy blanket from the chair that Peeta usually sits in and draped it over my legs since I was sitting Indian-style on the couch staring into the flames. The smell of his cinnamon wafted into my nostrils hitting me with another wave of guilt.

“You know he was here looking for you last night, right?”

“I’m sure”, I grimace swallowing 1/3 of the first bottle in one swig.

I understood why Haymitch used to drown himself daily to numb the memories. I quite liked the burn of alcohol myself and the dreamy state that I felt when it hit.

“A bit early for you, isn’t it?”

“You’re one to talk”, I snort

“Exactly. I said early for you”

He took the second bottle from my lap and poured half into his teacup. I shoot him a halfhearted smirk. Haymitch was my mentor but he became more of a father to me than I’d ever known. I liked that he was flawed. It made me feel like I wasn’t alone in this. He didn’t judge me. Haymitch just was blunt. Not everyone liked that. I did. We’d grown close in our last 5 years together knowing he wasn’t one to lie to me....normally. We sat in comfortable silence for a little while before it came tumbling out.

“I molested Peeta”, I breath shakily as I take another gulp.

Haymitch choked on his hot toddy and slammed the cup down. He was on the couch beside me forcing me to look at him faster than I could register with his powerful grip. Sometimes I forget just how agile he can be.

“That is not what you did! Don’t fucking say that again!”

“It’s what it feels like! I was never supposed to taint him!”

“Grow up! You’re both adults now. You know good and God damn well if Peeta invited you to sleep in that bed with him, he’s more than willing to take whatever you give him. He wouldn’t have allowed you to sleep beside him anymore once you turned 18 if you both hadn’t known what could come from your little arrangement!”

“Not like that Pops”, I cried wiping my eyes in frustration. “I almost did to him what Marvel did to me. It’s why I can’t with Peeta. He deserves so much better”

“Is that what you really think happened?”

I’d never seen Haymitch’s crystal blue eyes so downhearted. To finally understand that I never once believed any of them when they told me that lie to keep me sane.

That I know they’d all lied to me.

“If you refuse to watch the game, I think you owe it to Peeta to ask him about what happened that night”

“I did”

He knew this entire topic left me feeling as raw as if the gamemakers rubbed me through a grater.

“No, you didn’t. In the games all you did was ask what happened to Marvel. You never talked about it when he told you he got to you in time. You just assumed he meant saving your life”

“Drop it”

“No. Talk to him about it. It didn’t happen”

“Your pussy didn’t hurt for a week!”, I shout into his stupefied face pushing him away from me and stomping to the kitchen to grab another bottle now that mine were empty.

Haymitch is on me in seconds.

“Look, we can drink ourselves blue, but go sit. Get warm. I’ve got this. We’re going to talk about this. Now”

I resign myself to listen, my body already wracked with physical exhaustion. I didn’t want to deal with the emotional draining this topic required. I curl back up under the soft covers, staring into the flames, wishing they’d swallow me whole. The one person I swore to protect, I’d violated. Yet he’d come here looking for me worried about my mental health. Haymitch has made me a hot toddy and it warms my whole body with each sip.

“You were right you know”

“I always am” he huffed indignantly

“I could live a thousand lifetimes and never deserve him”

“I was being bitter when I said that”

“Still true”

“Never was. You underestimate him as a man and that’s your problem. I know you’re healing; you’re growing. We all are. But you need to accept that he is a man now. Peeta is fully aware of the consequences to all of the choices you two make. Respect him by accepting that”

“I know full well what an amazing person Peeta is”

“Clearly. I said as a man. If you’re dry humping him in your dreams, might as well accept that you love him too. No point in fighting it sweetheart. Truth be told, I thought this happened years ago”

“Haymitch!”

Either the liquor was kicking in or he just was feeling unusually open today. We never really discussed my private life with Peeta sleeping at my place or me at his. I did feel quite loose but I didn’t feel safe. I eyed the chair warily but decided I would need his scent to sleep comfortably. I dragged the comforter up with me and curled into the plush armchair Peeta always sat in, burying my nose in the arm cushion. It smelled just like him. Bread, butter, whiskey and honeysuckle.

“You love him and it’s time to accept it. Even if you were just friends, you don’t think you owe him a conversation about what happened? No matter how in denial you are about what happened in your games”

“I’m scared”, I admit with a tremble as my body sags further into the chair.

I’d only slept for 2 hours at Peeta’s and I was exhausted, the liquor snatching the rest of my energy that his comforting scent hadn’t. I’d been comfortable pretending to believe the lie without ever having to discuss it.

“You’ll get over it” Haymitch snorts tucking the blanket in tighter around me

I feel a kiss to my forehead before I’m out.

***

Haymitch slipped some morphling in your drink. It was easy to get you to listen when he slipped you some after coming down from a manic episode as your sanity lapsed sometimes. It still happened to him sometimes too. It bothered him that you’d felt this way for 5 years but, hopefully you and Peeta would work that out.

Speaking of which.

Haymitch made his way 5 houses down, not bothering to knock as he strolled into Peeta’s kitchen. He’d been up all night worried about you. It was clear because there was fresh baked bread, rolls and bagels all over the counters. Haymitch pocketed 2 rolls clearly made from District 4’s tropical ingredients. Finnick must have sent some over. He grabbed a loaf of raisin bread that had to have come out recently because it was steaming. Peeta looked up from the sink hearing Haymitch crunch on a bear-claw behind him noisily. He quickly dropped the pan he’d been holding and darted over, his wide brown eyes full of worry.

“Is she ok?”

“You are free to come and pick up your delightful cinnamon roll at your leisure. She’s passed out in your chair. Again”

“Did...did you slip her morphling?”

“Didn’t have much choice after the nonsense she was talking”

“What do you mean?”

Peeta removed his apron and slipped on a hoodie, following Haymitch down the front stairs. Haymitch stopped and let out a sigh that seemed like it weighed his entire spirit down.

“She thinks she molested you. And that Marvel raped her”

Now it was Peeta’s turn to recoil.

“What?”

“Exactly”

It would take at least 6 hours for the morphling to wear off but Peeta was nothing if he wasn’t patient. He waited 11 years just to be noticed by you. He could wait a few more hours to clear this up and truly make you his. He made his way into Haymitch’s living room to see you passed out on his lounge. Nuzzling your nose deep into the cushions to feel as if you were surrounded by his natural smell. This brought Peeta some comfort. You still only wore one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxershorts, but it was clear you’d been out hunting. There were still some leaves in your long, dark curls. There were still some leaves in your long, dark curls. He plucked them out and ran his fingers through them tenderly.

“Sorry about this”

“Don’t be. Just...work this out. Today”

“I will”

Peeta scooped you into his arms with ease, blanket and all, carrying you to his home and lying you down back in the bed. He had at least an hour before you began to fight at the morphling, realizing you were alone.

He had to find that tape.

Then he'd have to wake up an old ally. Hopefully he'd have time for him right now.

It took about 20 minutes of fumbling through the large box from when Effie had sent the previous victor tapes over for the Quarter Quell but he finally found it. It took another 20 minutes to split the particularly unpleasant angles out, Peeta grit his teeth angrily trying to keep his head together as his rage threatened to consume him. Beetee helped him through it, talking deeply and gently through their breathing and processing techniques. Once he had the tape together he took it into the bedroom and lay it on the nightstand. Watching you sleep for a little bit, wanting to climb in beside you so bad.

A few hours of indulgence couldn't hurt.

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sofiiel · 8 months

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Cryptid!Eddie x Reader | PART SIX

⇠ Part 1 | Part 5 | Next ⇢

Warnings: None that I can *think* of. Proofread from phone :') I'm still waiting on my new glasses, so I probably missed more than usual. I am sorry.

A/n: there will be a short for this chapter eventually explaining what happened when Eddie snuck out. Just for the POV change.

Eddie climbed back into the window and was greeted with the clearing of your throat and the unamused "Mrow" of Toad.

You clap your hands to turn the lights on in shock Eddie lost his footing falling flat onto the carpet, his blanket safely tucked under his arm.

You watched him lay there, eyes shut tight and face burning red.

"I heard your bell when you left, you know." You mutter flatly.

Getting up, you go over to him and cross your arms. "You can give me a heads-up if you're going out, just let me know ifs not because you've gone into 'munch crunch' mode." you sighed.

Eddie peeked up at you with one eye, "Noted, sorry. You were just sleeping so good." he said.

Sitting up and crossing his legs, Eddie looked down at the blanket in his lap. He petted it with satisfaction.

"I left this...." He said, fighting the smile on this face.

The air is pushed from your lungs as you glance down to find the old worm blanket. You are unable to fight your smile and exhale in defeat.

Eddie looked up at you with a sheepish grin.

"Your tail is hanging out the window still, by the way." you murmur, heading back to bed and clapping off the lights.

The next morning, you've got a pen lock between your teeth as you look over the many orders you've scrawled down on a note paper. It was the largest to-go order you'd received in your life.

Lucas came bouncing in through the door on his lunch break.

"I dropped off the goodie-basket at Wayne's." He said with a chuckle.

"Oh, how'd that go?" you asked.

He gave a shrug, "He didn't know what to make of it. I think he's assume it's still Dustin's mom."

You smiled a bit, "Wait til he finds out who's really having them sent." you said, glancing up towards the ceiling.

"Hey, ____ if you want to go check on things, I can cover for your lunch break now." Robin offered.

"Thanks, I'll be right back." you hummed, heading for the lift.

Eddie stood in the center of the living room, frowning at his flooded pants. Visibly sulking.

"They're a little short." You commented.

"A little? They might as well BE shorts..." He muttered.

With one leg, he lifted a foot and used its talons to scratch at his ankle.

"Stop that!" you called out.

"Huh? Oh!" Eddie gasped, placing his foot back on the floor.

He looked down at the torn bandages, "sorry, it itches like a bitch." he muttered.

You sighed, "I came to see how the clothes that Steve brought you fit and if you were hungry."

Eddie walked to his place on the sofa and threw his blanket over his head. Snatching up the remote and a jar of peanuts, Gareth brought him.

He held a contented smile, "I'm just fine." he said.

"Well, Jeff told me you like DnD, There's paper in the old trunk at the foot of my bed. You can get it out from there if you'd like." You mention.

Eddie's eyes sparkled, "Wait, why would I need paper?" he asked, but he could already feel the answer.

"For a campaign, I told them you could host one down in the shop. Providing all the curtains remain drawn and doors are locked."

Eddie beamed and opened his mouth, but you instantly pointed at him.

"If you call me-"

Eddie laughed, "I wasn't, I was going to say you're like a patron god. I'm just wondering when I'll need to hold up my half of the deal."

"Patron what?" you asked.

"It's a Dnd th- never mind. Just, thanks....again." He said.

"Mhmm, I've getting free labor out of it so," you teased, offering a few scratches to Toad before heading into your kitchen to make a lunch.

Eddie eyeballed you.

"I thought you weren't hungry?" you asked.

"You didn't say anything about sandwiches." he spoke quickly.

You held up the head of lettuce, "Alright, I'll make you one, but you have to chop this"

Eddie smirked a flexed his claws, "easy." he said, chest a little puffed.

You laughed softly at the amount of pride that dripped from his voice. "You cut a few apples, and you're king of the world?" you asked while Eddie washed hi hands.

He smiled down into the sink, of which his hands barely fit, "You don't know how long I've been useless for anything besides killing things." he said.

There was a moment when his voice fell quiet, Eddie watching the water run across his skin.

Unable to take the melancholy on his face, you gently bumped your shoulder into his side, causing Eddie to sway.

His eyes flickered to you, "Do you think I'll be able to pick up the guitar again. Like, honestly?" He asked, the question laced with a sort of fear.

"Music is important to you, isn't it?" You asked him.

Eddie gave a shaken smile, "You have no idea."

"Then, yes. I do. Something tell's me you're... ah, very headstrong." you tell him.

Eddie chuckled and took the lettuce from your hands, by stabbing a claw into it. "You mean hardheaded." he laughed.

"My way sounds more flattering. Don't you think?"

"It does. You know, If you're right. When I finally take the stage again. I'll play you a song." said Eddie.

"Hold on, I don't even know if you're any good!" you teased.

Eddie froze, "We're the best." he shot without a second, missed.

You stuck out your tongue, "You'll have to prove it."

With ____ back downstairs at work, Eddie decided to see if he could find the paper in the trunk.

Though, he wasn't one hundred percent sure on how he was going to handle a pen.

"Face that battle when it gets here." he told himself, opening the trunk and diving in.

It was jammed packed full of random items.

"It's a wonder ____ can find anything in here." He muttered, diving in deeper. Betting that a paper was crumpled to hell and back.

If the objects inside hand't looked so well taken care of, he might have considered this something of a junk drawer.

Finally, Eddie could see the paper, surprisingly uncrumpled. But on top of it, rested a clay sculpture. It wasn't very good, in fact if it hadn't been for the smiling faces carved in, it would have been lost that if was two people.

Next to it, a ring of faded silver topped with a colorful stone.

Eddie tried to take just the paper, though the two strange object kept drawing his gaze. He felt like a magpie asked to ignore a glittering trinket.

Taking up the paper, Eddie went to close the trunk.

"Those little faces are looking at you." he muttered.

"____ said you could go in the trunk, can't be bad if I just take a closer look." Eddie thought, dropping the paper on the ground and digging back in.

Eddie slipped the ring onto his claw and wrapped his tail around the sculpture.

"Trust you more than my own hands." he said to his tail, before taking his paper and going back to the sofa.

Eddie settled down comfortably and turned over the Sculpture, taking care to hold it over his lap in case his hands decided to drop it.

Underneath the chipped green paint of the sculpture base, names were carved in. the worn jagged grooves spelling out "From Elias for ____."

"Your brother made this for you..." Eddie murmured to ____.

He suddenly felt as if he'd violated some sacred thing just by holding it within in claws.

Eddie examined the sculpture carefully, one of the figures looked as if the artist had no desire to shape it, while the other showed some effort.

He frowned, "He didn't care very much about himself, did he? But you did." Eddie thought.

From the corner of is eye, Eddie noticed the colorful stone in the ring slowly change color around his claw.

"Oh" two voices sighed in surprise.

Eddie glanced up quickly, hugging the sculpture to his body to ensure it wouldn't fall as he jumped.

Your eyes lingered on the stone, even from a distance you could spot the colors turning slowly, undecided in its emotions.

"You found Elias' sculpture." you said, going to join Eddie on the sofa.

He studied your reaction, "um...sorry if I wasn't supposed to, well, you know." Eddie said.

"No, it's fine, I have lots of them. Elias liked to making things." you shrugged.

Reaching out, you let your finger tap the stone on the ring.

"I don't think this works very well." Eddie stated, "though it's not exactly on my finger."

"It works, there's just no color to match what you're feeling." you explained, letting your eyes wander up to meet his.

"They don't have a color for when you're sad."

Eddie inhaled, his lips parting slightly, unable to admit or deny if he was or not. His eyes simply slipped back to the sculpture.

"If it's for either Elias or me, you shouldn't be. He did what would make him happy, and he left me his lifetime of mementos and memories." You managed with a smile.

Eddie looked at you, quiet, for a long time before his large hand plopped on top of your head. His claws curled down over your forehead, the tips visible as you peered upward.

A wide smirk spread across your face and your eyes narrowed, quite pleased, moving to look at Eddie.

"W-why are you looking at me like that?" He questioned.

"That level of smug is....terrifying." Eddie muttered.

"Do I tell him? Do I let him know?" you questioned yourself inwardly.

For the second time, he'd allowed himself to touch someone without pause or instant dread. Once with his bandmates and just now.

"It'd ruin it. If you say something, he will be aware of it." you tell yourself.

"No reason." you answered briskly.

Eddie tilted his head, "oh there's a reason, there has to be." He pushed.

It was hard not to grin, he'd never realize he was his own answer.

"Anyway, I came because we're out of receipt paper and I need to get to my trunk to get a fresh roll." you said.

Eddie's eyes narrowed his time, "Nice try, don't change the- hey wait!" He stood up to make chase as he got up, slipped out from under his hand and walked away.

Pausing in his steps, Eddie concentrated on setting down your brother's items with care, then scurrying off after you. Earning himself a lazy swipe from Toad's paw in passing.

The end of the day was welcomed with the relaxed company of Eddie's friends, gathered down in the shop. The settled into the chair surrounding the fire.

Eddie falling right into place as if he'd forgotten what he'd become, if only for a moment.

You returned with a tray full of warm drinks, setting them down and going to leave the little party to themselves.

Eddie watched you head for the front door, pulling on your coat and gathering your keys. He fought the urge to frown and failed.

"Where are you going?" he called out to you, peering around Jeff.

"I'm just leaving you guys to it," you said, pulling a small envelope out of your coat pocket. "I need to mail this out as well. I won't be long."

"You don't have to leave." Eddie spoke quickly.

Gareth, Jeff and Grant glanced at each other.

"Right? Come join us! This is your place." Jeff laughed.

You smiled as Gareth moved over to make room for you.

"Thanks, but really, I need to get this out. Otherwise, I'll forget." you said.

Eddie heaved a sulking sigh, "ok." he said, fidgeting with his fingers as he cast nervous eyes towards the guys.

"We'll stay until ____, gets back. Don't look so scared, man." Gareth teased.

Eddie's expression fell into an intense stare, "That thing is still out there." He warned you.

"Oh, I am well aware. But what are the odds it ventures this far into town?" You asked.

"I did." Eddie answered.

"You two are hardly the same, that thing had nothing human left about it." you reasoned.

"Maybe it did once, what you should say is-"

Your insistent smile cut Eddie's words off, "I'll keep an eye out." you said.

"I'll walk with them there." Grant offered.

"Not that I am any good against monsters, but I think ____ is right. You're worrying over nothing. I need to head home and check on the munchkin's anyway." He added.

"See, now it's two again one." You chimed. You flashed Grant a thankful smile as he took up his keys and jacket.

"This way you don't have to walk either." Grant said.

The boys bid their goodbyes to Grant and the two of you stepped out the door.

The car side was quiet, Grant was shier than you'd expected compared with how he acted around his friends.

But the music from the CD he'd popped in kept you well enough company, as did the streetlights.

"Thank you for what you're doing for Eddie." He finally spoke up.

"If we could have we would have taken him in but. I have kids, I hate to say it, but he'd scare them half to death." said Grant.

"Jeff and Gareth room together but the landlords, strict, wouldn't let them so much a keep a pet snake. Hiding Eddie would be hard." he continued with a sigh, "and Eddie's still too scared to show himself to Wayne..."

You gave a nod, "You don't have to thank me. I didn't have any friends here, or family. Eddie's a bit of a riot. It's less lonely. And Now I've got extra help around the shop after hours." You said.

"Well, I've only ever seen him let down his guard this much with Wayne." Grant chuckled

"You can feel pretty safe with anyone crazy enough to welcome the thing that goes bump in the night into their home."

"Yeah, he thinks you're nuts." Grant laughed.

"He makes that known as much as possible, I see."

"Eddie also is clearly impressed. You might be crazy, but that takes guts." said Grant.

"Well, a life knee-deep in a government family finally came in handy." you murmured, glancing down at the envelope in your lap.

"Sorry, what was that?" Grant asked.

"Oh, nothing," you hummed.

The car came to a stop before the delivery box outside the post office. You rolled down the window and slipped the envelope inside.

"Thanks for this." You said to Grant.

"Anytime."

By the time the guys left, they'd worn Eddie out. It'd been a long time since he'd had so much social interaction. You shook your head at him as he slept on the sofa, one legs dangling off, his blanket hooked into his elbow.

"Clonked right out in the middle of talking." you giggled inwardly.

Quietly, you try your best not to disturb him when you slip the blanket away. Shaking it open to cover him up.

While pulling the blanket over his shoulders, Eddie's eyes fluttered open. Clouded a milky white that sent shivers across your body.

"That's not good." you thought, afraid to move.

Eddie's gaze fixed not on you but through you. As you stood stunned, his tail snuck around your waist, drawing a cry out of you when it lifted your frame into the air.

"This shouldn't be possible!" you shouted, gripping his tail.

"Eddie wake up!"

Yet, he simply closed his eyes and turned over, snuggling into his pillow.

"No, Eddie! Damn it!" you shouted, ducking to keep your head from hitting the ceiling.

Toad's head swayed as she followed your movements, watching you bob about in the air. Her eyes large, unsure of what was going on. Were the two of you playing? Because it certainly did not look like fun.

"T-Toad, wake him up!" you called.

Eddie began to murmur and you fell silent.

"We're making it out...... together. I won't....not this time."

"A memory? Or a dream?" You mutter. Giving up the struggle, you hope that he will continue.

Though, you're left with the breeze through the window and the distant chirp of crickets.

Without warning, Eddie slung his tail. You fold your arms over your head to stop the impact of the ceiling.

"Wait!" Eddie called out.

"My thoughts exactly! Eddie, Wake up!" You shouted, being trashed about.

"You're home! Sleeping, safe and sound. Remember? Your band visited today!"

Slowly Eddie began to lower you, as you drop to the floor the room spun if only a little. Feeling as though you'd just stepped off a boat.

You propped yourself against the coffee table with a groan.

"Holy shit, how many muscles are in that tail?" you thought, watching as it curled around him.

Eddie'd finally settled back to sleep.

Getting up after taking time to recover, you retreat to your bed, pulling out a notebook. You pencil down the date, what you'd heard of his dream and his reactions to it.

"If I collect these for a few days, Eddie and the Others can try to piece together what happened to him." you reasoned with yourself.

"Though I will need to be more care from here on." you sighed, rubbing your neck. As if your shoulder pain wasn't enough.

A week went by faster than you would have thought. The morning routine unfolding as it had for the past several days. You woke up first, Eddie'd set the hot water kettle before nodding off and cocooning into his favorite worn blanket.

Which left you to throw together breakfast before the start of your day. You'd watch cartoons and then head down to work.

However, this morning as you flipped on the TV, you nearly spit out your morning beverage. Nearly, instead, the piping hot drink gulped down and scorched your throat.

"EDDIE!" you yelped, voice raspy, rushing towards the screen.

It was only a silhouette, but it was an unmistakable one.

Eddie turned over, his back facing the rest of the room, murmuring in his sleep, "I rolled a twelve...that's bullshit."

Your mouth fell open, the newscaster's voice sounding like static through your astonished ears. Your eyes following the shadow in the grainy video.

"Eddie, wake up! Right. Now."

He groaned and rolled over, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Where's the fire?" he asked through a yawn, his six fangs glinting in the sunlight through the window.

You point to the screen, stepping out of his way to give him a clear view.

"Look familiar?" you asked.

Eddie blinked, his eyes shifting between the shadow and the thing it carried in its talons.

"Is that-"

"Uh huh, you and your blankie." You said quickly, "you and your blankie! Eddie!"

"Do you have to call it that?" Eddie murmured, face flush.

"Also, no one will believe that, the video's all fuzzy. Besides, I thought it was late enough..." He muttered.

You turn to face the TV once more, biting lightly on your knuckle.

"Someone will. After all, somebody said the same thing about Big Foot, Mothman, Nessie, Chupacabras, Baba Yaga, aliens..." You counted on your fingers, "and people hunt for them in droves."

Eddie sat up slowly, his elbows resting on his thighs, "yeah, but Halloween is a month away. They'll chalk it up to some pranksters having fun." he reasoned.

You watched as the footage replayed over and over. The newscasters giggled amongst each other. But that did little for the sour feeling in your gut.

"Maybe..." you murmured.

"It took this long for someone to show it, right? It was probably hard for them to find a channel willing to." Eddie said.

Something scrapped across your shoulder, your body pushed forward slightly. Eddie chuckled, his eyes crinkling into an apologetic smile while he peered down at you.

"Sorry, um tripped." he admitted, looking down at his toes.

"Don't worry so much, we're being careful. If I've made it this long, I'm good." Eddie said.

"But you've relaxed. Yes, that's a good thing, but it means you're not on your toes as much." you thought, watching him reach into the linen cabinet and pull free a towel.

"I call first dibs." He whistled, closing the bathroom door behind him.

The shop door chimed and in strolled, what was becoming a familiar face.

"Hello, Mr.Munson. The usual?" You asked.

He offered you a small, tired smile as he nodded. "Am I still getting those baskets?" he questioned.

"Yep, I set it on the table near the fireplace. It rained this morning, seems it got colder. Warm yourself up a bit before heading into work." You offered.

"Hey, Wayne!" Lucas called happily, passing the man his sports paper.

From the counter, you lingered as observed Eddie's uncle. The poor man just seemed permanently exhausted.

"It's been a week, Eddie seems stable enough to be able to meet up with the man. I don't see the harm if it's early and not at night." You thought, making your way back to the kitchen.

"Then again, he works nights so, he'll be asleep in the morning...and Eddie likely will too. Go figure they'd both be nocturnal." you sighed.

"Still worrying over Wayne?" Robin asked.

"Eddie's got stories about Wayne for days. He'll be ruined if something happens to him, or he falls ill again before He gets the chance to see him face to face." you said.

"Ask Eddie if he's up to trying." Robin shrugged.

"I might have one of the guys bring it up to him. Honestly? I'm not entirely sure it's my place to push to hard. He's doing better now with all of you." You sighed.

"While that might be true. You and I both know he'd be over the moon if he could see his uncle face to face again." she said.

"Are you kidding, He'd be crying, Wayne'd be crying and all of us eavesdropping? We would be crying." Lucas spoke as he made his way through the kitchens.

"We have an order for that orange smoothie thing." he added.

"Oooh the Jack-o-lantern mango smoothie? I've got it, that's a fun one." Robin said, hurrying off towards the blinder.

"You just like showing off with the shaker!" Lucas called after her.

You shook your head, "I'm going to see how Mr. Wayne is doing." you said.

"You know I've seen some of everything the years I spent truckin" Wayne murmured with a shake of his head. He'd heard you draw nearer.

Tired or not, the old man was sharp.

"You were a trucker?" You asked him pulling up a chair.

"For ten years jus' about." he said with some pride. In his eyes, you could tell he had fun doing it. It was the same glint Eddie got when he mentioned anything he was particularly fond of.

Wayne held out his paper, showing a grayscale image of the footage shown on TV that morning.

"Nobody will believe it, he said. Pranksters, he said." you thought with a roll of your eyes.

"Folk shouldn't just laugh these things off. Halloween today s'based off a sacred holiday. All legends can't be false. The thing people forget about f tales is that there's always some truth in 'em." Wayne reasoned.

"But a winged, tailed man?" You questioned in a jittered chuckle.

Wayne fixed his gaze on you, and you knew you'd failed at being convincing.

"You believe in it." He said, turning back to the paper.

"Knew a guy, said he spotted a creature one night. He'd pulled over after nearly sixteen hours of drivin' none stop. In the pitch black, in the middle of nowhere. Sure, he wasn't the most honest man I'd ever known, but." Wayne's voice fell into a gravely, deep lull, and you found yourself leaning in like a child around the campfire.

"The fear that took over his face, six foot five giant of a man that he was, while he explained what it was he saw." Wayne nodded to you.

"A person's eyes can tell you everything. Some things you see, they dig in deep and they stay there. When he said he saw a seven-foot faceless critter, not man or beast. You could only believe 'im. If only for that look in his eyes."

You sat in silence, blinking several times.

"But this is Hawkins, and lord knows we got enough idiot kids bored enough to pull something like this." Wayne grunted, rolling up his paper.

You shook yourself away from the memory of the Monster you'd come in contact with in the cornfields.

Your eyes followed Wayne as he stood and collected his basket.

"You have a good one." He said leaving a tip on the side table.

Your mouth struggled to make words, fighting between blurting out that you knew where his nephew was, and that you did in fact believe the new story.

Wayne held open the door for the young lady who'd ordered the Jack-o-lantern mango smoothie, and you called to him just before he could step out the door himself.

"Mr. Munson!"

He paused, looking over his shoulder.

Robin shot you a warning glance.

"right, not yet." you thought, swallowing back the urge to come clean.

"You be careful getting home for early in the morning. You're right about this time of year. You know." You said.

He smiled at you, "well shoot, didn't mean to scare you. You take care now." with that, Wayne stepped out the shop.

Exhaling, you looked to Robin.

"What was all that about?" She asked you.

"Haven't you seen the-"

"Where is he! Where is he, I'm gonna kill him for real!"

A voice boomed in a strained, choked up shout.

You jumped as the front door slammed.

"Dustin?" Lucas questioned, rushing out of the kitchen armed with a pan.

"Lucas!" Dustin called. "Where's the idiot! I demand to see him!" he shouted.

"Henderson?" You asked carefully.

Dustin turned to you, simmering down, his face slacking a little as he looked you over. Trying to figure out if he'd known you.

"You don't know them, that's ____." Robin explained.

Lucas rushed to the door, flipping the sign for "Open" to "Closed" before locking up.

"How was your visit with-"

"Shhh!" Dustin hushed, "don't change the subject. Where is he?" He asked again.

The Lift dinged, and the doors opened.

"Jesus, Dustin, they could hear you on Mars." Eddie spoke. His words carrying more confidence than they had been while revealing himself to the band.

"I think you've been rehearsing what this day would be like." You thought, watching over the scene.

"Eddie?" Dustin questioned quietly, arms falling to his side.

"Well, you listen well enough, haven't changed a bit - hairs a little longer." Eddie commented. Trying his best to crack a half smile.

Though, that smile vanished as the twenty something-year-old rushed forward like the freshman he once was and latched his arms around Eddie.

"You son of a bitch!" Dustin muffled face buried in the hug.

Eddie chuckled and returned the hug, batting away the water in his eyes. "You're still short, man." He teased.

"You son of a bitch..." Dustin repeated.

"Shut up or going to make me cry too, Henderson." Eddie warned.

"Um, it's kind of too late for that." Robin said.

Dustin stepped back, "You're...you're part demobat..." he exhaled, looking Eddie over.

"Tail and everything!" he nearly shouted.

"Be careful, that tail is dangerous." You jumped in.

Eddie blushed, "That was an accident, I was sleeping." He said in his own defense.

"You nearly flung ____ into the ceiling." said Lucas.

"Dustin, ____. ____, Dustin." Eddie introduced.

"So you're the one who found him?" Dustin asked you.

You simply nodded, "well that's currently in debate, I say it's like we ran into each other."

"Doesn't matter, you just stepped into a whole world of shit." Dustin said quickly.

"Wasn't expecting that reaction..." you thought.

"Has anyone told El?" Dustin asked.

Lucas and Robin simply shook their heads.

"Hopper?" Dustin tried again.

"He's on vacation with Joyce, Vow renewals and all that." said Lucas.

Dustin deflated, "So?" he lulled expectantly.

"We have us here, the band, Steve and... Mr. Clarke's working on guitar strings for Eddie." Robin replied.

"But he doesn't know they're for Eddie, or monster Eddie." Lucas added.

Dustin's dead pan stare said more than he could voice.

"Um, we might have Nancy and Erica soon." Lucas peeped.

"You're lucky I'm back early." Dustin sighed.

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What's a Blue Daisy Mean? (Sonic x Amy)

I saw this post by Junichi Kanemaru (voice of Sonic) where Taeko Kawata (voice of Amy) gifted him a blue daisy with a cute note in-character. Even though the roles are reversed, I just wrote it naturally as it came to my mind. It's not proofread, so there may be some mistakes in punctuation. I'm sorry in advance.

“Augh! Sonic, I just don’t get you sometimes!” “What’s there to get?” Amy couldn’t help but let out an exasperated sigh as she slapped him on his shoulder. “You not only called me out here in the middle of nowhere, but you rush by doing your boost thing once, twice, three times, hand me a flower – a blue daisy for that matter – and then you claim we aren’t on a date?”

She looked away from him as they walked, trying to control her breathing so she wouldn’t crumple the flower’s stem in her hands from her frustration.

“What am I supposed to think about that? That we’re still just friends?” Sonic sniffed and rubbed his nose to soothe the itch, his blue quills jostling with the slight breeze. “Is there something wrong with being my friend?” He looked over at her, eyes half-lidded and a coquettish smile on his face, “I think you ought to be grateful I’m not running away from you like I used to.” “So you admit you did it on purpose?” “Yeah.” “Just to mess with me?” “Yep!” “And you somehow don’t think that’s a problem?” “Not in particular, no.” Crunch. The grass gave way to Sonic’s weight as he suddenly sat down, causing Amy to nearly jump out of her own skin from the unexpected shock. “Sonic!” She turned to look at him, “What is it now?” With a loud, toothy yawn, Sonic began to snore loudly in faux-sleep. His tan chest heaved up and down in an exaggerated manner, body so unnaturally stiff you’d think he was a corpse being reanimated by the forces of nature. “Sonic,” Amy said in a stern voice, her shadow blanketing over him as the sunlight hit her bare back, “I’m not in the mood to play around.” “Who said I was playing?” Sonic countered, “I’m trying to sleep – it’s exhausting having to deal with people all day, you know?” “You barely talk to anyone outside of PR speak!” “I talk to Tails!” “He’s your little brother! Of course you’re gonna talk to him! You live in the same house!” Opening one eye, he gave a toothy grin before sighing and rolling over onto his stomach dramatically, “Ah, and what an unfortunate circumstance that is!” Crunch crunch. So she was going to walk away and pout this time, huh? “You know, I’m surprised you’re not offering your house to me,” Sonic chided, holding himself up with his elbows, “The old Amy would have jumped at the opportunity to share a room with me.” “Not true,” She placed the daisy behind her ear, already tired of holding it, “Even back then, I would have had you sleep on the couch. I was infatuated with you, but not your wet fur smell.” “It’s gritty! It’s natural! If anything, you’re weird for smelling like strawberries all the time!”

“You really don’t like strawberries, do you?”

“I ate one that was a slug motel when I was a kid,” An involuntary shiver caused him to jostle and assume a sitting position, “Been grossed out by them ever since.”

She turned suddenly on her heel, nearly slipping as the wet dirt shifted with her, “And you didn’t think to tell me?!?”

“You obviously like them, so no, I wasn’t gonna.”

“But that’s just terrible! I was here enjoying myself, thinking I smell great, and now you’re telling me I reminded you of when you ate slugs by accident as a kid! Why wouldn’t you just tell me to my face that I was gross!”

“Because you aren’t gross,” He corrected, “Strawberries are gross.”

She walked over to him and crouched down on the balls of her toes, wincing as she tried her hardest not to get her dress covered in dirt. Before she could think too hard about it, though, Sonic had sat her down by the trunk of a tree, disorienting her as she felt her back hit the tree with a sudden thud.

“You know, if I had known you were so clumsy, I wouldn’t have had your face printed on my bedroom rug.”

“Oh really?”

“...Okay, maybe I would have. What’s this about me not being gross then?”

“Every hero needs an admiring fan… I’ve got a natural charisma, so you chasing me around was never off-putting. The sudden back-breaking hugs were, yeah, but I never minded seeing you.”

“I’d mind seeing me! I was so insecure that you had forgotten me, after I got a makeover and everything…” She pursed her lips, flattening down her quills which had been unruly from the humid summer air.

“Forget you? Pssh, nah!” Subtly, he put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer so she was leaning on his chest, “I was a bit confused since I didn’t recognize you with the new look, but no one could ever forget a voice like yours going ‘SONIC!’”

“Sonic!”

He started laughing as she pulled away from him, the loud, raucous sounds dying down into snide chuckles as her peachy-pale muzzle glowed pink like the rest of her.

“You’re the worst person ever! You don’t deserve to be called a hero! Jerk! Creep!”

She began to punch him lightly on his head, his ears folding down as he quickly started to laugh again. A light huff signified the pink hedgehog was done with her onslaught of blows, and so she assumed her position next to him as she had, her arms crossed as she readjusted the blue daisy that was inches from Sonic’s nose.

“Do you know what a blue daisy means, by the way?”

“I know blue flowers usually mean something impossible. I’m just grateful you didn’t pick a rose.”

“So you read up on flower language too? Great! Then I guess I don’t have to explain what it means.”

With that, he took the flower from her hair and began to fan out its petals with his fingers, gloved cotton scratching against the delicate daisy as Amy looked over with an apprehensive glance.

“... This isn’t your way of rejecting me, is it? I’d rather you just tell me directly if I’m causing an issue.”

“Nope,” Sonic kept his gaze forward, his fingers still fanning out the petals, “I’m guessing you haven’t read about blue daisies in any of the books you bought from the department store.”

“Sonic, I…” She sighs, “No, they don’t have a chapter on blue flowers in any commonly sold book.”

“Figured. Well, if you need to know what this means, it means good health and a long life! If you ever stopped following me, I’d think the worst had happened to you, Amy.”

Shock. She didn’t really know how to reply to that, so she didn’t.

“I’ve never known you to be insecure about your feelings. I can’t really say everything that’s really on my mind – I’m very critical of my thoughts and my surroundings – so I’m surprised you’d think I’m bothered by you being around me.”

She bit her lip and looked away from him, placing her hands in her lap as she let him keep talking.

“Amy, I’m a pretty spontaneous person. Tails has always been living alone just like me, so I’m not too worried if Eggman shows up at his house, since it’s my house. But you? You’re just a regular girl. You live in an apartment and you buy groceries, for crying out loud! Tails buys groceries, yeah, but he does it in a mech-turned-race-car. Even Rouge doesn’t entirely adjust to human life like you do.”

“So you’re just saying you pity me because I’m just a city girl? Is that it, Sonic?”

“Hey, don’t get snappy! I’m not finished!” He chided her, one hand held up to act as a barrier from her grit teeth.

“I’m saying you’re really strong despite being a city girl, Amy. I don’t wanna disrupt your life any more than I already have. Little Planet, I just thought you were an annoying groupie - I’ve dealt with my fair share of those… but maybe I was wrong about it.”

She looked up at him as he began to rise from the tree trunk’s roots, carefully placing the daisy behind her ear as she felt her cheeks heat up all over again.

“Look, I’m not the type of guy to be in a relationship now,” She could only see his back as he began to walk away from her, “But that doesn’t mean I’m entirely opposed to the idea.”

Before she could get up or even say anything, he was gone. It was like she had just walked herself to this field alone, the only real indication he had been there being the blue daisy behind her ear.

She groaned in frustration as she balled her fists and began to stomp her feet in the dirt.

“Sonic, I really, really don’t understand you!”

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gococogo · 1 year

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Destiel | Playing Couple Pt.1

「Synopsis 」 : For a job, Dean and Castiel are being forced to play couple in a neighbourhood. Moving into the house, they slowly realize that Dean is oppressing some feelings.

「Word count」 : 2.36k

-> Genre: Supernatural / Angst

Paring: Dean Winchester / Castiel

[Warnings] : Internalized Homophobia

| M.List | Pt.2

The house on the neighbourhood looked new and untouched. It felt too new for Dean’s liking. He’s so use to the bunker where everything has been touched by another human or has been sitting in fifty layers of dust for years.

Castiel walks into the house first without a word, leaving Dean to grab everything out of the trunk. For a job, they’re staying here for a couple of weeks until the creature they’re hunting comes out. They know that it’s living on this street but if they go door to door, they’ll scare it away. Resulting to them having to chase it down in another state or maybe even losing it forever. Which Sam protested he did not want to do. They can do it, but they really don’t want to waste their time.

But to do so without raising any suspicion, they decided to move into one of the vacant houses playing happy gay couple. They, as in Sam and Castiel. Dean had no say in this and he isn’t happy about it. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be here. It’s just staying in the same house, having to pretend to be a couple with Cas is going to be awkward.

Dean struggles to close the door of the Impala with his bags in hand. Why do they need all this stuff? God knows why but Cas wanted it. So, he brought it along anyways.

He’s finally able to close the car door and slowly makes his way up the driveway to the front of the house. It’s a struggle to open the door as it is but Dean ends up throwing everything on the floor once he’s inside.

“Cas!?” He calls out loud enough so that he can be heard all throughout the house.

The house is a two bedroom with two bathrooms. The master room has a connected bathroom while the other one sits at the beginning of the hall to the left of the main entrance. To the right of Dean is an open living room that connects into a large kitchen. The only thing that divides them is a large stone counter. In the kitchen there is a skinny screen door that heads outside where the laundry can be accessed, and where the backyard is with a small undercover area. A faint scent of paint can still be noticed, and it makes Dean wonder why they needed the brand-new place on the block.

The three of them came here and inspected it a couple of weeks ago. Sam and Cas agreed it would be the best bet without letting Dean get a say in. He feels like this entire job he’s just been dragged around and talked over.

Cas finally comes out of the hallway, his eyes squinted as he’s thinking to himself. He wonders into the kitchen and opens the empty fridge before closing it. The whole fridge rattles at the force of him closing it, that it has Dean confused.

“Are you good?” Dean asks gruffly.

The angel finally looks to him. “Yes. I’m just checking the place over,” he says as he travels over to the couch. He begins to tear the cushions up to look for whatever he’s searching for.

Dean just sighs and realizes he doesn’t have the energy to stop him. He picks up the bags again but ends up only picking up half of them instead. He’ll come back for the rest. He’s done with this job already.

“Shotgun the master bedroom!” Dean calls.

The master bedroom already has a king-sized bed and everything else a normal home has. The carpet is beige and unworn. The walls are a creamy white while the accent wall is a dark forest green. The bed is turned over already, blankets thrown over the floor and pillows scattered. Cas has already been in here. Dean throws his bags on the bed and takes a look in the bathroom from where he stands. Every draw and shelf is open and the light is on. Castiel better be fixing all of this after is little investigation. Because this is really making Dean itch already. He turns around to only jump at Cas standing silently at the door.

“Cas, don’t do that!” He snaps.

“I apologise,” the angel answers. “But am I able to input my thoughts?”

Dean thins his lips. “Go ahead.”

“If we’re pretending to be a couple for this job, wouldn’t it make it more convincing if we sleep in the same bed instead of separately?” He asks so monotonously that it takes Dean by surprise.

Dean can feel a blush spread across his face and he has to laugh it off as he looks away. He finally turns back to Cas after a couple of seconds as he runs a hand down his face. Cas is serious. He knows that when the angel is staring and unmoving that he isn’t joking around.

“Nobody is going to be seeing us while we’re in this house, Cas. We only need to play as a couple out there,” Dean says, gesturing his hand to outside.

“But Sam said that we need to make this as convincing as possible,” the angel argues. “So, if we are to do that shouldn’t we still be playing couple in here to make it more comfortable on you out there?”

“Comfortable on me?” Dean snaps. “What’s that supposed to mean!?”

“It’s supposed to mean that I don’t want this job to be an entire waste of time and Sam doesn’t want this creature to go on the loose again.”

“Fine! Do whatever you want!” Dean gives in, throwing his hands in the air. “You can sit on the bed or do whatever an angel does to make you happy.”

“Thank you,” Cas says before leaving.

He won’t actually sit on the bed. Cas will just stand there, looking out the window the entire night or something. So everything will be fine. Even though he tells himself this, his heart still beats loudly in his ears. What is he kidding!? This entire job is going to be a big mess around. Dean doesn’t know how long they’re going to be staying here for or, when the creature is going to show itself. It’s a long waiting game that already has Dean aggravated.

He meets Cas halfway up the hallway as the angel is coming through with the rest of the bags. Dean thanks him as he passes but he is surprised when he comes out to the living room. The couch is back in it’s proper place and everything else is in order. Alright, maybe he won’t get mad at Cas.

The rest of the day goes smoothly. Dean helps Cas put their things in place. It’s a slow process that takes them until nightfall. They’ve laid out a salt ring around the house and drawn out other symbols to protect them while Dean sleeps. By then, Dean is too lazy to cook dinner even though Cas had offered to do so. Dean orders pizza instead. Two to be truthful.

Dean sits at the kitchen counter with his two meat covered pizzas sitting in front of him. He chows down on one while Cas sits on the other side and watches him.

“Do you have a plan on how we do this job?” Dean asks after he swallows a mouthful. “Other than play boyfriends.”

The word feels odd on his mouth and his takes a bite of pizza to wash it off.

“Other than wait it out? No, that’s all we got for now,” Cas informs him.

Dean nods and takes another mouthful of his food before he’s swallowed the first. He gets through one and three quarters of the pizzas before he decides he’s done. He’s use to Cas sitting and watching him eat that he doesn’t even notice him doing it. Dean chucks the rest of the pizza in the box into the empty fridge with a satisfied sigh. He really wishes he had a six pack of beer right now. Next time though. The bottle shop is too far and he can’t be bothered driving all the way into town to grab one right now.

His joints ache and fatigue starts to settle in. “I think I’m going to call it a night, Cas,” Dean says as he turns back to the angel. He’s still sitting at the counter, watching Dean.

“Okay,” he says simply.

Dean nods and makes his way to the master bedroom. Cas has set everything back in it’s rightful place and maybe even better than before. All of Dean’s things are placed around as if he’s been living here for ages instead of this morning. He decides to take a shower to get everything from today off of him. All the sweat and grim. And maybe all of the tensions he’s been holding onto all day.

The bathroom is too upper class for his liking, but he’ll have to get use to it if he’s wanting to get this job over and done with. He takes a hot shower that steams up the entire room and it feels good. He wants to stay in here forever. But Dean doesn’t let himself get swept away in the luxury too quickly.

When Dean comes out with just a towel wrapped around him, he nearly jumps out of his skin. Cas sits on the other side of the bed with his back turned to him, luckily. But he’s still in the room.

“Cas, what are you doing in here!?” Dean snaps, even though he knows what the angel will end up saying.

The angel turns to meet Dean and the up and down look he receives does not go unnoticed. Dean grips the towel around him a little tighter, urging himself to not run back into the bathroom with his tail between his legs.

“I did not mean to intrude on your privacy,” Cas ends up saying which is not what Dean thought he’d answer with. “But it is nothing I have seen before.”

The last comment makes Dean freeze up and his eyes widen. He doesn’t know how to answer to that, obviously flustered. He doesn’t like to be left speechless.

“Just, don’t come in here next time before I’m decent,” Dean snaps as he grabs his clothes off the bed.

He hurries back into the bathroom and gets dressed. Yes, Castiel has walked into him before while naked but that’s another story. A complete accident he thought the angel had learned from. When Dean comes back out, Cas is still sitting there with his hands in his lap.

“Are you going to sit there the entire night?” Dean asks as he falls on his now assigned side of the bed.

“Yes,” Castiel responds then looks at him. “But if it bothers you, I can move to the couch until you fall asleep.”

Dean thinks about it for a while. This isn’t the first time Cas would be quote on quote, looking over him while he sleeps. They’ve done it plenty of times in motel rooms. But Sam was there and there wasn’t really anywhere else for Cas to go but to sit or stand in the room. There are many other rooms in this house for Cas to go but they did agree on convincing the stupid neighbour hood that they’re a couple earlier today.

“Do whatever you want I don’t care,” Dean ends up saying.

It’s harsh, but it’s Dean. The hunter hides himself under the blankets and faces his back to Castiel. He so close to the edge that he’s nearly falling off. He’s slept in way worse and the only comfort he has is his hand on the gun under his pillow.

Surprisingly, Dean falls asleep easily with the thought of someone being awake to watch out for danger. He dreams of death and anger though. So much anger that it has him mumbling in his sleep. Some words can be made out by Castiel, but the rest is blabber. Cas watches Dean twitch and grumble in his sleep. It’s hard for him to watch sometimes. When it gets back it he can’t help himself but to lend a hand out to wake the poor hunter up. He has never felt such empathy towards anyone before, even when he was an angel of the lord fighting for a course. He felt no such thing. Yet somehow, Dean had brought it out in him.

Dean begins to struggle in his sleep and a shout makes Cas flinch. He leans over with a wavering hand over Dean’s shoulder. Slowly, Cas grabs the hunter’s shoulder firmly and squeezes. Dean is awake in a daze in an instant. The barrel of his gun is pressed against Castiel’s head before he can even move backwards. Dean breathes heavily, blinking rapidly and trying to figure out where he is.

“It’s alright, Dean,” Castiel answers his confusion.

At the sound of his voice, Dean visibly calms down. He quickly realises what’s going on and takes the gun away from Cas’s head. He doesn’t apologize, he doesn’t say a word, he rolls over and goes back to sleep.

The first time Cas woke him up from a nightmare, it had gone badly. Dean had shot Castiel in the chest. If he were human, he’d be dead. Dean had warned him not wake him up next time, urging him that he was alright. But the next time Castiel had witnessed Dean’s nightmares he couldn’t bare it. He woke him up again, ending in the same result. But every time he had woken Dean up, the nightmares had stopped.

So, Castiel kept waking him up every time he was with Dean until he knew who was dragging him from his nightmares. He would snap and go back to bed frustrated. But the look Castiel had seen on Dean’s face tonight was anything but those emotions. Maybe Dean thought the room would be too dark to see his face, or maybe he this nightmare was different. But Castiel saw a sadness in his eyes that he had never seen before.

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jungle-angel · 9 months

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Nesting Again (Miles Miller x Reader)

Summary: It's getting close to an important day in yours and Miles's lives but you're determined to make the house as cozy as ever

Two year old Benny ran through the upstairs hall, back and forth from one end to the other, giggling like mad as his father ran hot at his heels. Both of them were covered in paint, more of it smeared all over Benny's little face and his little white t-shirt.

"C'mere ya little ghoul!" Miles called after him.

"No, no Daddy, no bath for me!" Benny exclaimed.

"Oh yes, you're getting a bath Mister," Miles half laughed.

He playfully scooped Benny right up into his arms and hauled him back to the room where you were busy cleaning some of the brushes. At long last, the walls in the new nursery had been redone, the Peter Rabbit scenes on the walls appearing straight from one of Benny's favorite books.

"You ok?" you chuckled when you noticed Miles's reddened cheeks.

"I feel like Wile. E Coyote chasing Roadrunner," Miles answered. "And I've just caught said Roadrunner."

Benny leaned in and kissed Miles's cheek, giggling as he left a paint stain on his father's face. You laughed a little at the sight of it, Benny giggling and the exasperated look on Miles's face.

"I can go stick him in the bath if you want," you told Miles.

"Nope, don't even think about it," Miles warned you. "You remember what Momma said, no heavy lifting."

You laughed again. "Miles, c'mon, I'm pregnant. I'm not made of glass."

"I just don't want you to hurt yourself (y/n)," Miles reminded you.

You couldn't help but move into his arms, wrapping your own around his waist, but slightly inhibited by your bump. Miles's cheek came to rest on the crown of your head, your little one's feet kicking you and Miles's stomach at the same time.

"Now you knock that off," he chuckled, stooping to one knee to kiss your bump. "Your big brother is already wreaking enough havoc, I don't need you doing that as well."

You laughed a little, but you were excited. Everything was coming together perfectly and you knew that all your hard work would pay off. Otis, your father-in-law had already hired two more hands, one from Livingston and another from the Bozeman area while the rest of the ranch had done well enough for you and Miles to make some much needed repairs to the house.

He swiftly carried Benny into the bathroom, stripping off the two year old's clothes and plopping him right in the bath full of warm water, adding plenty of fruity smelling bubble soap and Benny's favorite bath toys.

As soon as he had been thoroughly washed off, Benny was stuck right in his warm little pajamas and sent off to bed with his blankie and his stuffed puppy. Outside it had grown completely dark with the air being far too cool for any more air conditioning or leaving the windows open. Benny was tucked right into bed as the clock downstairs rang in the eight o'clock hour and as soon as he began drifting off to sleep, Miles went straight to your shared bedroom to help you.

"Whatcha up to Mrs. Miller?" he asked.

"Stripping the bed," you answered. "It's getting to be that time of the year again. I walked out this morning and needed my shawl."

"Here, you strip the bed, I'll get everything out o the trunk."

You and Miles stripped the bed of the summer sheets and blankets, hauling out the duvet and the crocheted blankets that you and him would need in the fall and winter. You shuddered a little just thinking about it. Winters in Lake Tahoe were nothing compared to winters in Montana. Though you and Miles had yet to experience it for herself, you had a feeling that this one would be one worthy of the Viking Sagas.

The sheets went on first and then the blankets, so soft and snuggly and always smelling of freshly dried sage, pine and cedar. The blankets weren't horribly old, but old enough for you to know that they had once belonged to Otis and Kathy when they were first married, the knitted and crocheted ones belonging to Otis's mother, Essie Miller.

You felt a dull throb of pain in your lower back, taking in and letting out a deep breath as you turned down the covers. Miles helped you steady yourself on the edge of the bed, his hands gently rubbing up and down your arms.

"I hope the little one comes soon," you sighed. "I had to walk off my swollen feet this morning when I went to go and check the chicken coop."

"Soon my sweet pea, soon," Miles said before he kissed your lips. "You hoping for a little boy? Or a little girl?"

"Either one as long as they're healthy."

"Who knows?" Miles chuckled softly. "Maybe we'll get lucky and have one of each."

He helped you right into bed before drawing the covers up over you and scooted in beside you, his arm tucked protectively around you with one hand coming to rest on your bump. You were both perfectly at ease and content, snuggled in warm beside each other and counting down the days until your little one would enter the family.

#miles miller #miles miller x reader #bad times at the el royale

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r0-boat · 2 years

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Dilf Werewolf Boyfriend-Cole

This is a huge fic and if you'll excuse me I'm going to go pass out

Edit: I fucked myself posted to early fuck

Part 2 here

You decided to take a trip to North Dakota the campout before the weather got any colder You didn't listen to your friends warnings about the particular forest.you were staying in, rumors of a huge beast as powerful is a grizzly bear as quick as a rabbit And as hungry as a wolf. But those were just rumors you brushed them off quickly

The weather was chilly as you got out your car thankfully you had a coat with you. Getting out your supplies in the trunk taking in the crisp cold air you set out through the forest to find a camping spot. The chilly air caused you to shiver you rub your arms together to regain some warmth, you gathered up wood setting up the much-needed campfire.

You woke up even colder unziped your tent to see The forest completely covered in snow. After breaking down your tent you dug around for your stuff and got on your measly coat before trying to find your way back to the parking lot.

The snow crunched beneath your feet going in the direction that you assumed to be the parking lot. You were feezing tired and scared walking around in the dark with nothing to see other than white and trees.the wind started to pick up You wrap your snow-covered blanket around you it was better but not enough to stop the shivering.

The wind just got more and more violent pretty much pelting the falling snowflakes at your face. You walk towards seems like forever with no signs of your car the parking lot or any building. Your face was feeling numb the cold was becoming too much to bear.

Despite the numbness in your legs you continued. You saw something past the trees in a clearing in the a house. Desperate you used up the last of your strength to book it to the house hoping whoever lives there but take pity on you and let you stay

The door opened to see a a man with 5:00 shadow and short red hair his burning red eyes stared down at you.

"What the fuck are you doing out here in the middle of a blizzard?"

"Please" was all you could muster.

The man cussed under his breath before growling holding the door open for you

"Inside, now!"

You smiled "thank you, sir!"

The man just the door behind him "Cole, names Cole..." he muttered before heading to the kitchen. " Go to the fireplace don't worry about your shit."

You drop your bag near the door and take off you're shoes. The cabin wasn't small but it wasn't big either it was nice, roomy the smell of apple and cinnamon fill your nose as you get comfy near the fireplace shivering trying to cuddle up to your cold blanket.

Cole take the blanket away from you and you a new one before setting down a hot cup of tea.

" Don't expect the blizzard to peer out until about a week... you're staying with me but as soon as the snow clears you are out of here. Got it?"

You nodded before snuggling into the warm blanket.

You woke up in a soft king-sized bed with the same blanket Cole gave you, the room you stayed in had a skylight which was covered in snow hunting rifle hung from the wall with cleaned animal bones on his shelf that look like they've been knawed on and next to it was a small picture frame that looks to be him smiling with two toddlers in his arms next to a woman with her face ripped out.

The smell of breakfast being cooked drag you out of his room and down the stairs the wood creaking with each step.

Cole noticed and called out " morning kiddo, sorry about my attitude last night you just came at a bad time, since you'll be here might as well feed you. Ya hungry?" He turned a plate of eggs and bacon in one hand a small half smile on his face.

"I'm not a kid, im in my 20's." You have to taking the plate out of his hands

" 20's is still young, and you're young and stupid why else you would come out in the woods with a silly scrap of cloth you call a coat-

If you knew you were going to get lectured on your life choices you would have just died in the snow.

"Yeah yeah know my friends have been going on and on about some rumor about this forest"

Cole chokes on his food " there are rumors?"

You chew on your food "yeah something about a dangerous animal you know anything about it

He clears his throat" n-no not really"

Despite recently just meeting the two of you clicked well together despite Cole's resting bitch face and sometimes piss-poor attitude when he's already angry he's quite Charming. And you can't help but notice Cole stealing glances would he thinks your not looking.

Cole seems to have forgotten why he wanted to turn you away. A primal hunger that begin to pull in his stomach reminded him. The urge to claim a mate, to claim you as a mate.

Your scent became more and more intoxicating to him.

You're so much smaller compared to him, small and cute like a little rabbit.

Fuck he has to control himself no matter how much he wants you and no matter how much he notices your hungry eyes on him burning holes into his shirt trying to get a better glimpse at his body-

Cole let out a growl he was supposed to be a man, not some horny teenage boy. He rushes into the basement to get away from the temptation.

He closes the door behind him before sitting on the couch unbuckling his belt to release his hard cock. His nails were already turning into claws

Whimpering he rubs the head with his thumb before wrapping his hand around his shaft. It took everything in him not to rut into his palm when he gently stroked up and down

He tried not to think about you. Your smile, your sweet smell, how are you were so willing stay with him a strange man not knowing who he is and what he can do to you. Your pretty lips pouting when you were upset... Oh those lips... Nice and pillowy wrapped around his-

His ears perked up upon hearing a hushed moan coming from the now slightly open door. The scent now stronger and sweeter draws him closer his canines are growing bigger and sharper as he draws near.

#werewolf boyfriend #monster boyfriend #monster fucker #werewolf #smut

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aowyn · 7 months

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Fic Stats Game

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most bookmarks, fourth most comments, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.

tagged by the lovely fairy @child-of-the-fairy-folk ! <3 thanks for tagging me!!! :D

first most hits: and though the winter came it hurt them not

Show me your true appearance, Wen Kexing had said at dinner, looking up at Zhou Zishu through half-lidded eyes. His long fingers were cool against Zhou Zishu’s, who clutched his wine cup for dear life. And I’ll tell you what I want. I know what you want, Zhou Zishu didn’t say. It’s written all over your face. Wen Kexing invites Zhou Zishu to his rooms, and Zhou Zishu forgets about the nails.

i wrote this in the VERY early days of word of honor fandom, when you could count the number of english-language fics on one hand. as a result, this fic became very popular because there literally wasn't anything else to read LOL. (if you go in the word of honor fandom tag on ao3, limit to english language, then go to the very last page, it's there!

second most kudos: all the fires faded and were quenched

“I’m losing my senses, Lao Wen,�� he said, with a hoarse bluntness that was perhaps a little cruel. He paused, and took a deep breath. Wen Kexing stared, still silent, black eyes wide with a distressed devotion that caused Zhou Zishu’s stomach to fill with hot shame. “I’m dying.” --- Zhou Zishu can't smell Wen Kexing anymore.

similar situation to the first fic! this story is on the third to last page of english word of honor fics sorted by date rather than the last one XD

third most bookmarks: silent and immutable as snow

He reaches for Wen Kexing's hands; touching Wen Kexing has become as natural as breathing, or perhaps it's the other way around. Being with Wen Kexing means being alive, or maybe not something quite so all-consuming as being alive, but rather the many smaller intimacies that coalesce into a life: Wen Kexing is the click of chopsticks at a common table and the rustle of blankets in a shared bed. Wen Kexing's hands are cooler than normal. At first, Zhou Zishu attributes it to the chill of the room, but when he feels for a pulse in his wrist and finds nothing, his stomach curdles like souring milk.

i wrote this story to cope with how the word of honor finale made me feel, and it resonated with a lot of people!

fourth most comments: rivers have not kept their courses

Across the ashy remains of the campfire, Wen Kexing sat on a log, playing his jade xiao. To Zhou Zishu’s sleep-addled mind, he looked to be made of sunlight, daybreak setting the white silk of his fine clothing aglow with pinks and pale yellows. It seemed a full night of sleep turned Zhou Zishu into a sappy poet. He resolved to never fall asleep to Wen Kexing’s flute again lest that affliction became incurable.

similar situation to the first and second fics! this story is on the second to last page of english word of honor fics on ao3 XD

fifth most words: sky above, crowned with sun

An olive tree, trunk gnarled and black. The mortals would call it ancient, but time is not so fast for gods, and Persephone counts not the years. All she knows is that the tree is as old as her dead son.

this is a hades fic i wrote for the extreme timed challenge gift exchange, where you have 48 hours after receiving your giftee's prompt to complete a fanwork for them. i wrote 2.2k words!

least amount of words: saudade

They lay together, in the time-worn quiet of the Four Seasons Manor—Zhou Zishu refused to call it a ruin, because it stopped being one as soon as the three of them came back to live in it.

on tumblr a few years ago i wrote double drabbles for people who left an ask with a cool word and a word of honor character, and this is one of them!

i tag @maebird-melody @morluin @morifiinwe @feanor @andreth-with-a-sword @garden-holic @raine-kai @vryivs @aredhels @gayjaytodd @rose-ncrantz and anyone else who would like to do this game! (and also no obligation to do it if i've tagged you!) <3

#thanks for tagging me fairy!!! <3 #said el #things im in #el wrote a fic

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hunterthecharmer · 2 years

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Wait Up For Me

**This was inspired by Brett Eldredge’s song off of his new album. Give it a listen for all of the warm & fuzzies. Plus, Brett’s voice is magic. Makes you…feel things.**

It had been almost 3 weeks since you’d seen Austin, as he was currently touring different cities to celebrate and promote the release of the Elvis movie. Obviously you had tagged along for many of the stops, but 3 premieres in you caught a bit of a stomach bug and decided it’d be best to stay behind to rest.

Austin insisted on hiding you away in an old cabin he owned, but rarely had a chance to use. It was located deep within the state of Virginia, nestled beneath bountiful pine trees.

During your stay it had snowed, but within the last few days the sun had come out to melt it all away. You had enjoyed making hot tea each day, allowing your body the space and time to fully heal. Austin had made sure the fridge was stocked for you, and all around the cabin there were fuzzy blankets to curl up in.

The clock in the kitchen chimed just as it hit 10pm, stirring you from your nap. You had fallen asleep on the brown leather couch in the living room- the decor of sunsets, snowstorm parties & childhood memories lived within wooden frames along the walls. The floor had a red & beige rug with tiny bears printed onto it, and on the coffee table was a single candle along with a stack of books. The tiny flame and starry sky had put you to sleep earlier than you would have liked many nights, and just as you sat up to stretch, your phone rang. It was him.

“Hi, darling.” You half whisper, your free hand running itself through your hair to straighten it out.

“How’s my girl? Did I wake you?” You hear a slight chuckle in his question, his voice low & raspy- no doubt from a long day of travel. You look at the time. “She’s doing well. The clock actually beat you to it.” You smirk, standing from your place on the warm couch to look out the window. The long road to the cabin was covered in fog, and the stars were twinkling. “Well, I know you’re probably ready to get some sleep but, I’d love it if you could stay up a little longer. I’m comin’ to see you.”

You had heard enough- immediately tiptoeing to your room, you turn on the bathroom light and begin to brush your hair, apply a bit of perfume and pat some moisturizer into your skin to make your cheeks glow. You had been so excited to see him- it sent chills down your skin just imagining him finally here, with you. No distractions, no premieres, no press or fans, just you and your man. You imagined his lips pressed to yours, the feel of his warm hands on your skin.

Half an hour later, your eyes begin to droop. “C’mon, Aus..” you mumble, watching for his headlights out the bedroom window. Finally, you see them.

“You’re here! You’re finally here!” You shout, running to him as he grabs his suitcase from the trunk. You cannot wipe the grin on your face. He’s wearing a white t shirt, blue jeans and a leather jacket. His blonde hair is perfectly disheveled from a long drive, and his cologne is intoxicating. “Hi, baby.” He smiles into your deep kiss, dipping you slightly.

You follow him inside, carrying his backpack on your shoulder.

“Why don’t you open that first zipper there.” Austin motions toward his bag on your shoulder, and you tilt your head in confusion. “You got me a gift?” You wink at him, before looking inside to see the tiniest bouquet of flowers. “I had to get them for you. I hadn’t ever seen someone cut down the stems so short- they were adorable.” He blushes, looking from the flowers to your face for your reaction.

Feeling your eyes begin to well up, you place the bouquet on the kitchen counter and swiftly wrap your arms around his neck. “I’ve missed you so much. To think you saw these and thought of me amidst all that you’ve got going on…” you allow your train of though to fade, bringing his lips down to yours and removing his jacket. Austin follows your lead, gently placing both hands on either side of your face to more passionately kiss you just before bringing one down to your side to guide you toward the bedroom.

His warm hands glide across your back- the silk gown you’re wearing is one of his favorites.

Running your fingers through his soft hair, you both fall onto the bed- Austin being sure to place one of his palms behind your head just as you lie down. He is always such a gentleman.

“Thank you for waiting up for me, baby.” He whispers into your ear, just before gently nibbling your earlobe. It sends a shiver up your spine. Feeling his warm breath on you, you place a hand on his neck to pull him even closer. Looking into his twinkling blue eyes, you kiss his nose.

“I’d wait on you forever.”

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Go easy on me! I am a little rusty but let me know your thoughts :)

#austin butler #austin butler fanfiction

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darknights04 · 2 years

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Longing

Pairings: Gilbert Blythe x OC

Summary: Isobel Richardson had just moved to Avonlea. Not long after the other new redhead in town, Anne Shirley. But what happens when this young girl catches the eye of Gilbert Blythe.

Warnings: None in this chapter. Just fluff.

Part one of ?

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Isobel Richardson opened her eyes and sighed as she saw the sun shining bright in the sky out the window. She pulled her pillow over her head and let out a frustrated groan into it. It was only her family's second day in town and yet she was already being forced to go to school. The first day of school officially was yesterday but she was able to get out of going then since it had already started when they arrived.

Most all of Isobel's belongings were still packed away in trunks so she would have to search and dig for a dress to wear, much to her dismay. She had been tempted to continue to lay in bed until she was too late to go but quickly changed her mind when she heard her father calling her from downstairs.

The young girl sighed again before throwing her blanket off of her and springing from the bed. She went to the mirror on the vanity across the room and looked at the messy and knotted hair on her head, promptly picking up the hairbrush laying on the table and running it through the knots to smooth it out.

The next order of business was to find a suitable dress. She didn't want to flash her family's wealth to all of the other children her age on her first day here because she thought it would make her look like a snobby brat. However, a dress that was too raggy wouldn't do either. Her mother always told her that first impressions were everything. In the end, she found a nice moss green dress that would do well, as green seemed to be one of the few colors that went well with her auburn hair. Once that was on, she rummaged around and found a ribbon to match the dress, tying off the top half of her hair behind her head with it. She finally slipped on my white apron over the top and slipped on her boots, calling it a day.

"Are you ready for school, Isobel?" her father, Henrik Richardson asked her when she came downstairs.

"Whether I was or not would that stop you from making me go either way?"

"Probably not, no. It won't be so bad."

"I just don't understand why we had to move. To this town of all places too. Everyone who lives here has probably known each other since they were born."

"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll fit right in."

"Oh have you met the girl, Mr. Richardson?" their housemaid, Edith spoke up. Ever since Isobel's mother died Edith had been practically another member of the family. "She's not the type of girl that blends in."

"Thank you for that astounding observation, Edith," Henrik chuckled. "Now, Isobel, eat your breakfast and start heading to school. I wouldn't want you late on your first day. Your supplies are sat on the table under your sweater and hat."

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Despite her protests, breakfast ended and Isobel had to start making her way to school. The paths were easy enough to follow but it would take about ten minutes to get to the schoolhouse. The paths through the forest were quite pleasing to the eyes, as well as the other senses. It was quite different in Avonlea in comparison to the bustling city they moved from.

As Isobel was walking, she began to hear someone talking. Or barking more like it.

"You wanna get slandered?" a boy said.

"Sorry I truly meant no harm!"

"Excuse me?" Isobel called to them as they came into view. She saw it had been a blonde boy cornering another small and frail red-headed girl.

"What's this?" the blonde boy asked. "Who are you?"

"I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something? Because I was hoping one of you would be able to show me to school?"

"Oh yeah we shouldn't be late," another boy with dark hair said. "Mr. Phillips sure gets a dander up about that."

"Gilbert," the previous boy gasped. "Uh- Welcome back."

"Hey, Billy. Yeah, it's good to be back. But we really should be heading to school."

"Yeah, I was just about to get going. See you there."

"You girls alright?"

"School," the red-headed girl gasped suddenly, turning to run away.

"You're welcome!" Gilbert called after her. "Need anything else? Any dragons around here need slaying?"

"No! Thank you!"

Isobel and Gilbert both stood dumbfounded at the sight in front of them. The boy looked towards her and she simply shrugged before they both started walking to school together.

"I didn't catch your name."

"I didn't throw it," she answered. "Isobel. And thank you but I really did have that handled."

"Oh, I could tell. I just thought you may need some help is all."

"Well that's very kind of you but I can fight my own battles."

"I see. Your accent. Where are you from?"

"I'm fae Scotland. I was born in Charlottetown but my mother missed her home in Edinburgh so we moved there when I was only a few months old. My father only recently decided to move back."

"Fae?"

"From, sorry. Different country different terms."

"I quite like it," he said, holding open the door for her. "After you."

"I'm sorry if I was rude," the girl from earlier said. She seemed to have waited for the two others at the door. "I'm Anne."

"I'm-"

"Gilbert!" everyone shouted in the schoolhouse as he was ushered inside and swarmed by boys.

"I didn't get your name," the strange girl said to Isobel.

"Oh, I'm Isobel."

"Well, Isobel, would you like to join me in setting my bottle of milk in the stream outside?"

"Gladly," she chuckled.

Anne offered her arm and Isobel linked hers with it as they walked back outside to the stream. Once Anne placed her bottle in the cool water and stood back up, Isobel went to do the same.

"I love your hair!" she beamed after a moment. "The deepness of the color is so exquisite and it suits you so well. The green of your dress compliments it quite nicely "

"Yours is just as beautiful."

She chuckled. "The carrot-orange shade of my hair is nothing compared to the divine auburn of yours. I can only hope that mine will someday darken to be the same as yours. Maybe then I'd be a little prettier. And your freckles? They're so subtle one wouldn't think to notice them."

"I don't know what you think you were doing talking to Gilbert Blythe!" a blonde girl suddenly proclaimed to the two red-headed girls, one of which was still crouched by the water behind the other.

"I..."

"You can't talk to Gilbert Blythe," another girl declared. "You can't even look at him! Just see for yourself."

There was a small blonde girl in a pink dress whose face was red and wet with tears.

"Ruby has liked Gilbert for three years! She has dibs. There there. The nasty girl didn't know any better. Just like yesterday with your tall tales."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to walk with him. It just happened."

"Well don't let it happen again."

"I won't. I promise. I'll have nothing to do with him."

"And you!" she said turning to Isobel. "Just who do you think you are? Waltzing in here and trying to steal him away from poor Ruby?"

"I think I'm a person with free will. As is Gilbert. Shouldn't he be in charge of his own decisions?"

"You just moved into the house near mine, didn't you?" a girl in a blue dress spoke. She turned to whisper to her friends. "The house her family lives in is close to twice as divine as mine. Our house looks like a shack compared to theirs."

"My father enjoys living in luxury," she said flatly. "I would be content with living in a shack if I was with those who I loved. I think that's more important than riches, don't you?"

"I wholeheartedly agree," Anne smiled beside her.

The other girls just glared at them before turning around and heading back into the school. All of them other than the girl in the blue who looked at Anne and sighed.

"I'll try and smooth things over."

"Don't let them get to you, okay?"

"Oh but I'm so very desperate to fit in. Maybe make some friends."

"Well, how about I be your friend? We can stand out together. Now come one, we'd better get to class."

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"Open your readers to page 32," Mr. Phillips ordered. The students all obeyed instantly. "We will read aloud Barry Cornwall's poem The Fisherman. Diana Barry. Stand and begin."

The girl from before who wore the light blue dress sighed deeply before grabbing her book and standing up at her desk.

"A... per-i-lous life, and sad as life may be. Hath the lone fisher... on the lonely sea-"

"Perilous indeed," the teacher interrupted. "New girl. Up, continue," Anne and Isobel both glanced at each other. "Uh.. the orphan one."

Anne smiled widely, picking up her book and beginning to read.

"O'er the wild waters laboring, far from home!" She exclaimed with her tone and actions full of emotion. "For some bleak pittance e'er compelled to roam. Few hearts to cheer him through his dangerous life. And none to aid him in the stormy strife. Companion of the sea and silent air. The lonely fisher thus must ever fare... Without the comfort, hope, with scarce a friend, he looks through life, and only sees its end!"

"Sit down!" Mr. Phillips ordered as the class burst into laughter. Isobel simply sat there confused She didn't understand why they were laughing, had they never read poetry aloud before? "Josie Pye."

The blonde girl from before, who Isobel suspected to be the "leader" of her clique of girls, rolled her eyes before standing with her book and continuing the story in a monotonous tone.

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Finally, lunch arrived. Isobel knew her option to sit with the other girls (excluding Anne) was out considering Josie Pye sent her a glare as she put a blanket wall up between two easels.

"Should we go get our milk, Anne?" I asked her.

"Yeah. Yeah, let's go."

The two of them grabbed their lunches so they could eat outside and went to go get their milk bottles from the stream.

"Hey," Isobel heard from beside her when she crouched down. She looked up to see Gilbert holding a red apple in his hand. "I uh- thought you might want to try this? They're from our orchard, they're real sweet."

"Oh," she smiled, "Thank you, Gilbert. That's really kind of you."

He looked towards Anne who was still looking at the ground, not paying him any attention, and started speaking again. "Sorry if I had known the both of you were coming to school today I would've brought more."

Anne continued to ignore him.

"Well, we can split it. Right Anne? Or you know, you brought it for your own lunch so we can all three share it if you'd like."

The girl looked towards Anne to get her opinion but she was watching the window. Isobel looked to see the group of girls standing there staring at us.

"No, trust me it's fine. We have plenty more on my farm. We could keep an entire army fed if we wanted to," he finished with a chuckle. She joined him after a moment.

"Anne?"

"Please go away," she hissed under her breath, her mouth hardly moving at all,

"I beg your pardon?"

"I'm... WE are not supposed to talk to you."

"Why not?"

Before either of them could answer, Anne let out a frustrated groan before grabbing her friend's arm and yanking her back inside the school, leaving Gilbert behind in confusion still holding the apple in his outstretched hand.

"We're not supposed to talk with him, Isobel!"

"Says who? Those girls over there who treat you like dirt? Why do you care what they think?"

"Diana says that it's important to fit in and be friends with them. I don't want to ruin my chances of being a part of their group."

Isobel sighed. "Anne. You don't have to be friends with them to be happy. You're just going to make yourself miserable in the end." She simply shrugged. "Now come on, let's go eat our lunch."

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The students were sitting in class after lunch doing math in silence when Isobel heard a small "psst" beside her. She furrowed her eyebrows and turned her head to see Gilbert smirking at her. She rolled her eyes and continued her work, ignoring him when he did it again.

A moment or two passed before she noticed a small piece of chalk gently roll over to her foot. The redhead looked slightly to her right and saw Gilbert bent down to pick it up, placing his apple on Isobel's desk.

"Whoops," he shrugged.

She chuckled and shook her head. "What are you doing? You're supposed to be working."

He shrugged again. "Just testing a theory."

He then dropped the chalk on the floor again and this time it stopped at Anne's feet. He walked over to her and repeated his actions. When she didn't react he got up and pulled lightly on one of her braids.

"Hey, carrots!"

"I'm not talking to you!" Anne screamed. Isobel's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as they all witnessed her pick up her chalkboard slate and slap Gilbert in the face with it.

Gilbert didn't seem phased. Instead, he just sent her a smirk.

"You just did."

"Shirley!" Mr. Phillips sneered. "Get up here! Now! What a vicious display!" Anne looked just as shocked as the rest of us as she set down her slate and slowly walked towards the front of the room. "Is that what they taught you in that orphanage? Unacceptable!"

"It was my fault, sir," Gilbert tried convincing him. "I teased her."

"Quiet Blythe! That's hardly an excuse!" The whole class had been snickering with each other, laughing about how much trouble Anne was in. "Quiet! All of you! Return to your lesson!"

As Isobel looked down towards her board to continue working, Mr. Phillips started to shout again. She looked up to see Anne sprinting towards the door.

"Where do you think you're going? Get back here! Shirley!"

But she was already gone.

♡🌹♡

"How was the first day of school?" Edith asked as she took Isobel's sweater and hat.

"Just as I expected. Full of pompous girls and ignorant boys. Only one person being the exception in each group."

"But that must mean you met two acceptable people then?"

"Yes. I did. One girl, her name is Anne. She's new like me. She seems to just want to fit in with the others though. And a boy, Gilbert. He seems to be less insufferable than the others but the girls seem to think one of them has staked a claim on him and none of the others are allowed to speak to him because of it."

"Oh, who cares what those other girls say?"

"I certainly don't. Aside from Anne, Gilbert seemed to be the only other decent person in that classroom."

"Well, I'm glad you were able to make a couple of friends. Now run along. Go clean up so you can help prepare supper later."

She nodded and swiftly left to go clean up.

Maybe this town wouldn't be too bad after all.

#gilbert blythe #x reader #x oc #anne shirley #anne with an e #gilbert #bash #1890 #canada #avonlea

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voxiiferous · 10 months

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“⇷” {{ Vox. }}

Send “⇷” to view a memory from my muse’s past life. | @hellsmayflower (enjoy something I was originally going to do up as a drabble./hc sort of thing, but works well here!)

The first thing Vox notices is that the light isn't right. it's not black and white like his dreams often are, but washed-out pre-dawn. He knows this place-- it's the tree in the yard of his childhood home. The street is silent all around him, no cars or people, and he's sitting on a branch, legs wrapped around it.

His dreams aren't often lucid, not to this extent. He could drop to the ground and go back inside, or keep climbing the tree. His mother had always encouraged him to, to act more like a child connected to something other than the scrap parts in his room.

He kicks one foot, and it's still feet above the ground... he's more than halfway already. He scoots closer to the trunk, resting a hand on it for balance as he lifts one leg to push him up from the branch, pulling himself onto the next one up. He sits back, and blinks, there's another branch right beside his head, and he touches his cheek-- normal head, not a TV screen.

Next branch... up, right there. Reach...

Before he's touched it he knows he won't be able to reach it. This body is too small, his arms haven't been this short since he was a child. But he hasn't been back here since he was one either, so perhaps that shouldn't be a shock.

He leans forward, trying to give himself an extra inch by pushing himself up with his other hand. He hasn't lived through this moment before, which means the choices aren't already made. He's as far as he can go, but still not far enough. Just a little taller, if he can just get his foot onto the branch he can propel himself...

He misses, already overextended from where'd he'd been reaching, with no time to correct. His foot slips out from under him, and he's falling before he even realizes he's moving downwards.

He hits the ground, and the sharp, dull sensation he expects for his skull hitting the ground doesn’t come, just the sound of shattering glass. He reaches a hand to his face, expecting blood, and instead, pulling away a shard of screen.

He wake up gasping, or at least as close to it as he gets. He’s already sitting up, was already most of the way before he even knew he was awake. For a long moment, he lets his chest heave.

Shit, fuck, bad dream. That's all it is. He grabs his phone, the bright glare filling the room. Vox winces; it's late, not quite half past three in the morning. Too early to start work, in that time between when even the late clubs close, but before anyone wakes up.

He lets himself fall back against his pillows. Late, but the blue lights of his district are still slanting through the windows. He’s as dead as he’s been since 1955, his screen isn’t broken. If the tree still exists he'll be surprised.

His breathing evens out, but he’s not getting back to sleep. In life he’s have gone for a cup of coffee and a cigarette, but neither of those are exactly an option now.

No, no. He presses a fist to his face, trying to focus on anything other than the sensation of falling. It’s not real. He's had worse dreams before, why is this the one that's sticking with him?

He gets out of bed, pulling the blanket across the corner to make it seem like it's been made.

Vark’s asleep on the couch, and Vox scratches his head as he passes. Vark rouses enough to flick open an eye, before retiring to his rest. One of them deserves some sleep, because it’s not him tonight.

He collapses onto his couch, and flips the TV on, scrolling through the channels.

Porn, no.

Fatal gameshow, no.

Late-night infomercials, no.

A channel that’s nothing but advertisements, the jingle for the newest limited edition of Voot Floops playing. He grimaces, pressing the “volume down” button until the sound is just enough to break the ambient silence. He owns every channel in Hell, he refuses to believe there’s nothing on at all.

He flips through another half a dozen channels, never stopping for more than a few seconds on each.

Music channel, one of Arrogant Sunday’s new songs. He doesn’t deal with them, he lets Em, considering they were her band. He listens for a few seconds longer, before switching away again. Catchy, even if it's not his go-to genre.

New things, selling things, boring things. He’s starting to doubt that there actually is anything on. Is this why it all swapped to streaming? But that requires too much forethought right now, he doesn't want to watch anything so much as he just wants to not think about his dreams.

Finally, he stops. It’s an old black and white channel, just as something ends with the host winking at the camera, and an old horror movie starts. He remembers this one, or at least something like it.

He finds himself fading off to the sounds of Hollywood screams and a mid-Atlantic accent, and doesn't have any dreams at all.

#*personnel file (hc)#hellsmayflower #set some time circa 2005-6 #Voxflix exists #Em's band is down and making music #but is still somewhat new

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pbandjesse · 1 year

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After many hours of work, I have finished reorganizing the studio! I am very sneezy. But I am so glad I did it.

Today was honestly a great day. I slept okay last night. Getting up was hard. But I did and felt pretty good.

I got dressed and had leftover chipotle for breakfast. I had some crackers. And then I got all my stuff together to go to the armory.

I drove down there and thought about stopping at Walgreens to get my prescription but then I remembered the aren't open on the weekend. Annoying. But that is fine. I got to the armory and waited for Jess to get there.

When she did we went to get the snacks she got for the workshop participants. Very big bags of popcorn. I even got one to take home.

We got upstairs and got everything set up and I felt really good about the project.

I love teaching sewing. And we were learning three basic stitches. And then a satin stitch for a few that wanted to fill in spaces. We ended up having two kids, one teen, and threw adults participate. And it was so fun!!

I got to show off my coat. And I loved talking to the kids about their ideas. The teen volunteer is really into making and showed me the adorable stuff she makes. We talked about projects and how to store them. And how to get materials. I am glad I was able to share the best places to get cheap and cost effective materials. I also got to spend time organizing my thread. Jessica helped by sorting the blue box so it'll be easier to wrap later. It was a productive class all around.

Everyone was having so much fun that we ended up staying an extra half hour. I encouraged everyone to take thread to finish their projects and to keep their hoops and needles. Some returned the needles though and that is just fine. They all said they are.coming back next week. I hope they do!!

We cleaned up pretty quickly. And then I was off. Back to the house to get back to cleaning the studio.

It was embarrassing how much stuff was in the living room. But I needed the space to be able to sort and clean. Mr Will came over and I told him not to laugh at me but he said I was doing good. And that he has ordered the new door and it'll be here soon.

Besides a few little breaks, I worked on the studio from 1245 until 730. Basically the entire afternoon. I did take an hour breakfast for dinner. But besides that it was just. Sorting. And finding spaces on the shelves. Throwing away trash. Sorting paper. Pulling out my art and putting it in a portfolio case. Just really digging in and trying hard to make the space more conducive to finding the materials I needed.

I also filled three bags of stuff to donate. And 4 1/2 Rubbermaid totes to bring to puhtok.

When James got home they would help me fold all of our sheets and extra blankets and bedding. Then we chose a few to donate. I also moved some trunks around. And really made some space and feel so good about it.

I also kicked up a ton of dust. So tomorrow I will do more actual cleaning. But in the mean time I did sweep a lot of little bits of fabric and trash. James put our couch cushions in trash bags so we could store them in the fire place since I got the box out of there and consolidated that stuff that was in there. And I just feel like we accomplished so much.

We took a little dinner break. Cuddled on the couch. My dad called as I was putting away the last few things. We talked for a half hour it was really nice to hear him sound so strong he starts intense physical therapy soon. And it going to hopefully relearn to drive. I am proud of him.

And once I was totally done everything I could do I went and took a bubble bath.

Which made me feel great. I did a face mask. My skin feels so soft. And now I am in bed. James made me a sandwich. I am sipping juice. I am very ready to go to sleep.

I have the next two days off. And I hope to do my knitting and finish my last crochet squares so I can start attaching them this week. I hope you all have a great night tonight. Sleep well my friends. I love you!

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kohakuarisaka · 3 years

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Untamed (chapter 2 of 5)

Takami Keigo x (fem!)Reader

[ SUMMARY ] Every year, without fail, Hawks went into a rut: when autumn began, and then again in early spring. He would honker down up north in a secluded cabin. For the first time, he brought you with him.

[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Non-canon compliant: Hawks’ quirk does not work like this. Reader is a hero that works at Hawks agency. Pre-existing relationship. Reader is a female with female genitalia. Feral behavior. Rutting. Biting. Spanking. Slight BDSM. Consensual sex. Wing kink. Oral sex. Romantic relationship.

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As it turned out, 'secluded cabin' was a pretty accurate statement.

Hawks had arranged for a very discreet hero taxi service to drive you the 5-hour trip from Musutafu to a quaint mountainous village that was so small and quiet, you almost doubted it was even on the map.

Past the snowy village, through the winding roads and towering trees, over a bridge, past a frozen lake, and then some miles off the main road, tucked away in a small clearing, was a beautiful cabin.

While the days were steadily growing warmer as spring rapidly approached, it still snowed at night. The snow had melted off the trees from the warmth of the midday sun; but, there was still a light blanket of white on the rooftop and across the surrounding grounds.

There were no poles lining the street, nothing that could bring electricity to the house; however, you could see what was likely a generator tucked away in the back. Someone had propped the cover off and cleaned out the snow.

At that sight, it became obvious that Hawks had beat you here. He already taken to clearing the snow out of the entry way as well, exposing a beautiful cobblestone pathway.

You exited the vehicle and retrieved your bags from the trunk. The very second you closed the hatch, the driver made a speedy exit, wheels skidding in the snow as they backed out before doing a sharp U-turn and barreling down the road.

Luckily, the entrance to the cabin opened before you could worry that you had just been abandoned in the middle of nowhere. Sure enough, Hawks stepped out, wild blonde locks brushed back, a little fluffier than usual due to the change in humidity.

Despite how cold it was, he was wearing a black tank top and loose, light grey sweat pants. He even stepped out onto the cold stone pathway with bare feet. Yet, with a light flush to his skin, he didn't look cold at all.

You had been making a face when he approached, and he offered an explanation, uttering, "I told 'em not to linger. It's suspicious."

Some large plumes departed his wingspan and grabbed at your luggage, one even pulling your shoulder bag off your back. They whipped away, bags in tow, and zipped past Hawks and through the doorway, disappearing into the cabin.

The winged hero didn't immediately usher you inside, as he usually did in these types of situations, but arched over you suddenly, arms bringing you into a tight embrace while his lips captured yours.

The sudden closeness forced your back to arch. Unconsciously, your hands fell onto his barely clothed shoulders, and you felt how warm he was. If you didn't know any better, you would have thought he was running a fever.

The kiss was brief, but uncharacteristically messy, not that you were complaining. It was a kiss of longing, like he had missed you dearly, as if it had been months and not a day and a half.

He pulled back, a distant, albeit blissful, look on his face. His eyelids sagged as if he was tired, but the gold of his iris was bright and his pupils were focused.

"I didn't get to clean yet, but - ugh - do you wanna see inside?" he asked, some slight nervousness to his tone.

"Yeah," you breathed.

Hawks stepped aside and you gently brushed past him and stepped inside. The wood floors creaked softly beneath your feet as you crossed the threshold. Immediately, you were hit with a wonderful scent, earthy, like tree bark, but sweet, like raw honey.

It was a decent sized cabin, spacious and not heavily furnished. The kitchen was on the small side, but seemingly to accommodate a larger living room.

As Hawks had warned, there was a thin layer of dust all across the wood floors. The furniture was covered by clear tarps, shielding them from the debris.

The dining area tucked away in the corner had a chabudai in place of a western style table. It was small and clearly only intended for two people. You had a feeling it was new, considering how spotless it looked compared to the rest of the cabin.

A huge, stone fireplace rested against the north wall, surrounded by large windows that gave a beautiful view of the outside. They were adorned with heavy curtains, pulled back to let the sunlight in.

Hawks was lingering, following close, staring down at you as you walked around and took in the sight of the place. When your eyes landed on him, and you caught his unblinking stare, you realized he was awaiting feedback.

It startled you a little, for Hawks wasn't the kind to fuss over these sorts of things; but, you had a decent enough understanding of what a rut was to know what was going through his head.

"Relax, birdbrain," you cooed, reaching up to tap gently at his cheek with a closed palm. That seemed to knock him out of his stupor, for he blinked and suddenly looked sheepish. He flickered his gold eyes away, as if to give you space.

"I love it," you praised, looking back into the living area. "Cozy, and smells nice."

You heard him exhale a relieved sigh through his nostrils.

"We should get to work. Where's the cleaning stuff?" you asked, peeling your jacket off.

"Oh. I'll-" he began.

"You'll let me help," you interrupted him gently.

When you turned back to face him, and saw the bewildered expression he was wearing, you wondered if maybe that wasn't the right thing to fit with his current state.

"Unless that's... bad?" you offered uncertainly, shoulders sagging.

Hawks laughed suddenly at the sunken expression on your face, as if the joyous sound came sputtering out against his will.

"No," he answered softly, leaning in suddenly for another kiss, as if he couldn't help it. You didn't get a chance to kiss back before he was retreating.

"Don't change," he sighed. "I want you as you, not as my..."

"-subservient housewife?" you offered, just a little teasing.

He chuckled softly, breathing out a harsh, "fuck, no."

Hawks maneuvered around you and headed for what you guessed was a supply closet. Inside, the cleaning gear was also neatly packaged in containers and safe from dust.

It made sense, how neatly arranged everything was. Hawks was a fairly neat person; but, it was also clear that he had this whole thing down, neatly tuned and properly sorted out. He had been coming here for years, after all.

This place was special to him. That much was clear.

The two of you started to dusting and sweeping, followed by a diligent mopping, with the two of you working in tandem.

Hawks was fairly quiet during the whole ordeal, seemingly focused sternly on the task at hand. It had been his nest for years. This was hardly anything new; but, it was now going to be yours, too.

He didn't tell you that he had been worried he would react negatively to your presence. He didn't always react rationally during this time. Seemingly average things would sometimes irritate him, and a part of the possessive onslaught included this abode.

Fortunately, that hadn't been the case. Cleaning the cabin with you was soothing. He wasn't unaware of the obvious implication: that you were preparing a nest together, your shared nest. He didn't say it aloud, but you had come to that realization, as well.

It had actually calmed him quite a bit. He had been on edge before you arrived, skin prickled with heat and sweating unreasonably considering the cold. Those weren't abnormal during his ruts; but, it felt intensified with that knowledge that you were going to be here.

Darkness swept across the forest as the hours dragged on. Luckily, you were just about finished by the time it got dark.

There was a neat stack of firewood arranged on a carrier near the fireplace, making you wonder if that was what he had worked on before your arrival. The logs looked freshly cut and heavy.

Crimson feathers delivered logs to the hearth. Hawks retrieved a set of matches from a cubby near the carrier and then kneeled before the hearth. He set one of the matches ablaze and carefully ignited the firewood arranged in the pit.

Warmth and light flooded the cabinet. Plumes gathered along the edges of the curtains and pulled them back, covering the windows. When they returned to his wingspan, he stepped back and monitored the fire briefly.

While cleaning, you had learned there was a cellar and partial second story, as well as an indoor bathroom. It seemed that the main use of the generator was to power the water heater and indoor plumbing.

The cellar was small, down a short flight of stairs, with concrete floors and walls, the perfect size for containing a month's worth of food and supplies, far more than was necessary for just a week.

The second story was a loft that oversaw the living room, giving a great view of the fireplace. There was no safety railing on the upstairs, likely for the very obvious fact that Hawks could fly. There was, at least, a staircase.

Upstairs, there was a large bed frame with a plush mattress, wrapped up tight to protect from dust, a large chest pressed up against the wall, and a desk without a chair.

After he removed the bed cover, you watched Hawks pull neatly folded blankets and pillow cases out the chest. It was fascinating to see someone, who normally slept wherever his body landed, so meticulously prepare the bedding: layers and layers of blankets, followed by dressing the pillows and laying them out.

It was especially perplexing because of the intense, concentrated look on his face. He had been so focused that he hadn't even realized that you had paused what you were doing to watch him.

Luckily, you caught yourself staring before he did, and shuffled back downstairs before he could notice.

A sudden howling had startled you, before a sharp wind rattled against the shutters. Something was thumping gently against the roof and when the wind picked up, you could almost hear the trees shuddering outside.

"It's snowing," Hawks observed, suddenly at your side.

You could see a glimpse of crimson in the corner of your eye, and realized he had a wing fanned out around you, not quite close enough to touch, but hovering. Maybe, he hadn't even realized he was doing that.

"Oh," you answered quietly.

Together, you prepared dinner, settling for a classic favorite of his: yakitori chicken and stir fry noodles.

Eating dinner together, and talking about nothing, made you realize, it had been the first time in a long time, if ever, that you hadn't discussed work: nothing about the agency, nothing about heroes or villains, nothing about police business or missions.

It was just senseless conversations that amounted to nothing.

The dining table was small and the floor was cold; but, your hands brushed constantly due to the lack of space. It made you realize that you had longed to have this type of moment with him, something so utterly domestic.

"I know it's not super late," Hawks began, on his way to the kitchen with the dirty plates. "But, I'm gonna wake you up early; so, let's get to bed, okay?"

His voice was soft, surprisingly drowsy, you realized, and he continued, "it's - well, there's something I wanna show you, and it looks best in the sunrise."

He had started the dishes before you could; so, you stepped in close, deciding to tease him a little.

"I bet you do look best in the sunrise," you uttered, leaning against the counter top near the sink, where he had busied his hands. He was looking away from you; but, you could see his lip twitch into a faint smile.

Hawks laughed, a low chuckle that rumbled through his chest. "Not me," he replied softly. Yet, he found himself feeling enamored with the knowledge that that was where your mind had wandered first.

"Do you want me to wait for you?" you offered, standing upright and shifting away from the counter.

"Nah," he replied simply. "I'll join ya' in a bit."

You changed into your pajamas, brushed your teeth and pulled your hair back, before heading upstairs. Blankets and pillows were stacked high on top of the mattress, making the bedframe disappear beneath it.

It not only looked incredibly warm, but incredibly soft, and an inspection with your hand, smoothing over the surface, confirmed that. There were several pillows pressed against the headboard and even more at the foot of the bed.

If you hadn't seen him arrange it, you would have doubted it was even Hawks' bed. From the glimpses you had seen into his life, he was a minimalist.

His office at the agency was fairly large, but looked almost comical with the lack of furniture in it. He wasn't one to buy much of anything outside of perishables.

"Take those off."

You had heard that commanding tone many times before; but, in the peace and serenity of this cabin, it startled you. Your shoulders twitched a little and you turned to face him, having not heard Hawks approach.

His gold eyes were glaring at your body, shifting up to meet your gaze when you turned to face him.

You gawked back at him, dumbfounded by his boldness, and a little intrigued, if you were being honest. He had warned you about this, and you were about to comply when his dark expression suddenly softened.

"Oh fuck," Hawks blurted, embarrassment washing over his face. The intensity of the moment dissipated and you found yourself unable to hold back a faint smile at the way his face so rapidly changed from anger to shame.

"Shit - I - sorry - ugh," he stammered, some redness tinting the tops of his ears. His dominant hand came up and ruffled his hair. "That was messed up. Ah - what I mean is, can we sleep naked?"

It was clear he wasn't embarrassed about the request, but the way that he had asked. You couldn't hold back a soft chuckle at his frazzled state.

"Of course," you uttered, and began shedding your clothes.

He was staring at your nudity as if it wasn't something he had seen many times before, as if his hands and mouth hadn't explored every inch of skin, hadn't touched and claimed parts of you your own hands couldn't reach.

It made you feel powerful, beautiful.

"Did you brush your teeth?" you asked, knocking him out of his stupor.

He didn't respond, but made a face that gave you your answer. He turned away then, and hopped over the edge of the loft, floating down into the lower floor, and scurried off to the bathroom.

Promptly, you disappeared beneath the blankets, shivering from the cold, skin prickled with goosebumps. You were about to scold yourself for complying with him so eagerly, without demanding a compromise, mainly that you expected him to warm you up.

Luckily, it didn't take him long to join you, and you suddenly felt a very warm, and very naked, body slot into the space behind you, wiggling beneath the blankets. It was almost concerning how warm he was, like he had just flung himself into the hearth before running back over here.

You rolled onto your back to greet him and Hawks wasted no time slotting over you, tangling legs, arms falling on either side of your head. Wispy bangs fell over his forehead, longer strands catching on his eyebrows.

Your eyes peered over his shoulders, where you could see his wings were fanned out above him, plumes stretched wide, looming possessively. When your gaze shifted to his face, your breath hitched.

His stare was hypnotizing, as if he couldn't believe you were here, gold eyes practically glowing in the dimly lit loft.

It made you sad to think just your presence alone had pleased him so much, whereas nothing else had yet to occur. It made you think of all the years he had to endure this alone, the loneliness far more straining than the lack of a pliant body.

"Hey," he began, voice hoarse, distant.

His dominant hand shifted from the bed to cup your cheek, thumb gently prodding at your cheek bone. Just like the rest of his body, his hand was so warm.

"I know I said I wouldn't let you leave," he explained, fingers sliding carefully across your temple. "But, if you want to, at any time, I'll call the taxi and-"

You leaned up, taking his lips in a gentle kiss to silence him. He moaned into the kiss, clearly surprised by your interruption. His hand departed your face, lowering to caress the side of your neck.

When you pulled back, he chased, not letting you depart from him quite so quickly. The kiss carried on for a short while, Hawks only leaning back when he was satisfied.

"No," you disagreed in a soft hum, hands rising to push strands of his hair out of his face. "I'm not leaving. We're going through this together. Okay?"

He let out a sigh that fluttered across your cheeks. "Okay," he agreed, as if he couldn't believe it.

Hawks shifted until he was lying beside you, one arm loose around your waist. You turned a little to lay on your side and lean into him, cheek falling comfortably into the pillow beneath your head, and felt him nuzzle into your back, bringing you as close as he could without ruining your comfort.

One of his wings folded carefully over you while the other sprawled out across the bed. The light from the fire just barely reached the loft, an amber glow that flickered with the dancing flames.

The sounds of the gentle snowfall outside was a little louder upstairs. One of the nearby windows rattled softly, trembling weakly from the breeze that shook the shutters. The rafters above creaked occasionally in melodic hums.

Behind you, Hawks' chest undulated with his breathing, moving against the skin of your back. His wings shifted ever so slightly in harmony with the expansion and shrinking of his lungs. The longer plumes on the ends twitched occasionally.

"Keigo?" you whispered.

He didn't answer. Judging by the way his arm had slackened where it rested over your waist, you figured he had fallen asleep already.

The bedding was soft, and you had no doubt that he had washed them diligently; yet, mingled with the earthy tones of the cabin, they smelt like him. The hearth crackled distantly, the sound a faint echo through the cabin.

It didn't take long to slip away.

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Sometime in the middle of the night, you were woken by a strange sound. In your groggy state, it sounded like a distant animal cooing into the night.

Once you properly came to, you realized the warmth against your back had retreated. The blanket had been partially ripped away in the process, leaving the skin of your back exposed to the cold air of the cabin.

What had sounded far away you now realized was coming from right behind you, pained little noises and harsh wheezing. You rolled over to take in the sight of Hawks, blindly reaching for him in a moment of panic.

Worry struck you when your skin touched his. He had already been warm to the touch before; but now, his skin felt scorching, sticky with sweat. Your hand had landed on his chest, where you could feel his muscles rapidly rising and falling with each staggering breath.

The noise that had woken you became obvious then; he was panting, sharp and labored breaths that whooshed in and out of him, occasionally accompanied with a quiet, pained sound.

He had shoved the blankets away and was laying on his back, wings tucked in uncomfortably tight beneath him. Through the faint glow of warm light from the fireplace, you could see his chest raising and falling rapidly, head tossed back, face contorted in pain. Some strands of blonde locks were clinging to the sweat soaked skin on his face.

"Keigo - Keigo," you called to him, hands rising to his shoulders so you could shake him.

It wasn't until he jerked suddenly, eyes opening and head whipping towards you, that you realized he had been sleeping. His labored breathing intensified, but only for a second, before he started to calm down.

His gold eyes were glossy for a second, staring at you blindly, before he started to wake properly. His lips were parted, sharp breaths still escaping him in harsh wisps.

"Are you okay?" you whispered harshly. "Are you sick? You look-..."

You could see a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. Now, with him leaning up a little, you could see the flush of red tinting his skin, all down his chest and across his cheeks. His shoulder muscles were tight and his wings twitched helplessly beneath him.

"I'm f-fine," Hawks answered, voice low and hoarse. He swallowed roughly. "It's - it's a n-normal side effect."

"You're burning up," you hissed, hands touching his skin so carefully, like you would hurt him if you were too rough. "Are you sure you're okay?" you insisted.

"Just need-" he growled, cutting off as he tried to sit up.

His movement had repositioned your hands, causing them to drag from his shoulders to his chest, less you lose stability and collapse on top of him.

It was a familiar touch, a place you had touched him many times before; yet, he froze suddenly, gaze shifting down to your hands as if they were grounding him to this plane of existence.

Hawks' gold eyes fluttered shut and his pained expression softened. He flopped back on the bed, giving up his attempt to sit up as if he had suddenly lost all strength in his body.

Catching on, you uttered into the cold air, "is that what you need? Keigo, do you want me to-"

"Yes," he answered sharply, hissing through the cold, chilled air. He sounded relieved, thankful that you had offered before he had to ask.

"God, fuck - I - I need you, need to - to - be inside you-"

His babbling briefly ceased when you pushed the blankets off yourself and rolled on top of him, a gesture you had done many times before, now a nearly perfect art.

You watched, hypnotized as Hawks arched his back off the bed and flexed his wings until they were sprawled out on either side of him. The beautiful crimson plumes stretched out across the sheets, shuddering in faint waves that matched his heavy breathings.

In the shift, his cock became pinned against your inner thigh. If you didn't known any better, you would have thought he was prodding you with an iron rod pulled straight from the fires of a forge.

It was unbearably hot, hard as steel and painfully poking against your flesh. You could feel his heartbeat through his cock, throbbing against you as if pleading to be touched.

Arousal had never struck you this hard before, with enough force that it made your never regions throb and chest tighten. Blood rushed to your face so quickly, you briefly feared you would pass out.

Now, hovering, looking down at him, it was almost unbearable. It was clear that Hawks was in pain, and you felt a tinge of guilt at the realization that his state had aroused you.

But, the truth was, he looked stunning.

Maybe it was the red flush staining his skin, or the glisten of sweat, shiny with the reflection of the fire burning in the hearth. Maybe it was the way his gold eyes practically glowed through the darkness, staring up at you like a starving predator, glaring with dangerous intent.

Some sort of inhuman growl escaped him and Hawks grabbed at your meaty hips, roughly pulling you forward. It didn't take you long to figure out what he was doing; but, your attempts to aid were waisted, for he simply dragged you down to his liking, until the heat of your sex collided with his face ungracefully.

The first thing you registered was his mouth kissing sloppily at your sex. His tongue followed, lapping at your folds impatiently before breaching your heat. Hawks was always the kind to give sloppy oral; but, this was something else entirely.

He moaned shamelessly when his tongue registered your taste, hips rising off the bed as if attempting to chase a sensation that wasn't there.

Your hands fall onto the wall, and you tried to keep yourself up; but, he wasn't having it, growling and pulling you back down. It was difficult to not go dead weight when his tongue was lapping at your walls, mouth suctioned around your entrance like he was trying to suck juices from a ripe fruit.

One of your hands weaved through his hair, gently massaging his scalp in a praising gesture. It was difficult to get out sensible words. Instead, you moaned broken pieces of his name, thighs trembling on either side of his head.

You had no idea how much time had passed before he seemed satisfied and finally lifted you up enough to remove his mouth. The wet gasp that escaped him, suggesting he had been holding his breath, riddled you with shameful lust.

"You made a mess," Hawks observed deliriously.

He sounded immensely pleased with himself and even leaned in to take another taste, this time honing in on your pearl. You felt more than heard his pleased chuckle when you whined at the sudden touch.

This time, when he pulled away, he let you retreat. As you shimmied down his body, you caught him wiping your essence off his face with a careful finger before popping it in his mouth.

Hawks' skin was still flushed red, all the way up to his ears; but, now, he looked damn smug to top it all off. You couldn't see the look you were wearing, but you knew by the heat on your face that it was lewd.

The cold of the cabin had been lost to you, especially when you positioned your hips over his and felt the head of his cock nuzzle at your entrance, threatening to breach your core.

Hawks' head fell back into the sheets with a whine, eyes squeezing shut. Tantalized by the sight, you intended to tease him a little; however, he nudged his hips forward with a sudden jerk, effortlessly impaling you on his cock, and taking that opportunity away.

"Ohhh, fuck!" Hawks shouted before sucking his bottom lip beneath his teeth. He released it after letting out a low hiss.

You closed your own eyes for a moment, adjusting to the sudden intrusion of his impressive girth, and felt his hands slowly slide up your thighs into the dips of your hips, slotting over a spot he had practically engraved for himself ever since this began.

When your eyes opened, you looked down and took in the deliriously beautiful look on his face. His thumbs nudged your hip bones pleadingly and his eyes opened, peering up at you through dark lashes.

Forgoing any thoughts about teasing, you planted your hands on his chest and rolled your hips. The motion punched a whine out of him. The sound drawled out into a growl when you kept the rhythm, chasing your own pleasure.

"Yeah," he hummed encouragingly. "Come on. Use me. Fuck yourself on my cock. Just like - ahh - fuck..."

You hardly needed the encouragement; but, the dirty words spewing from his lips further ignited the heat in your belly, and you whined in response.

He could have easily pulled your hips down to intensify the moment. Instead, he lifted his hips off the bed to meet yours, effortlessly matching your movement and chasing the delicious warmth and wetness of your core, while letting his hands hold you gently.

"Baby, do you feel good?" Hawks uttered lowly, his pleading question gently breaking through the moment.

"Y-ye-s, Kei - go," you sobbed, stuttering out your response and groaning halfway through his name.

It was always good; but, something about this moment made it more intense than ever before. You could already feel the sensation rising, thighs trembling every time his cock slid back inside, hitting the perfect spot again and again.

"Yeah?" he hummed, sounding so breathless and fucked out, despite you having just barely begun. "You feel good, so fucking good," he praised between labored pants and low moans.

"You're so fucking good to me," Hawks babbled on, head falling back into the sheets, where he closed his eyes. You watched his adam's apple bob, noticed how tight his jaw was clenched.

A growl vibrated through his chest, followed by a breathless sympathy of curses, "oh fuck - oh fuck. Come on, fuck my cock - yeah - ahhh. Ya' hear that? Those sounds. God, you're so f-fucking perfect."

Your union was loud, skin slapping together and wet, fleshy sounds echoing between the two of you.

His dominant hand released your hip and slid around, thumb prodding between your folds and seeking out your pearl. You were already so sensitive, feeling him so deep, teetering on the edge. When his calloused skin touched that spot, you let out a cry.

"Come on this cock," Hawks groaned. "Sooo close - f-fuck. Come on. Come for me. Fucking come. Gonna fill you up. You want that? My seed. Yeah you fucking d-hnn-"

His babbling ceased when your orgasm took you, the sudden spasms and fluttering of your walls making all sensible thoughts drain from his mind.

His hand returned to your hip, fingers gripping your waist, and he started roughly dragging you up and down to meet his thrusts. You went limp, letting him bounce you on his cock to your liking. Your hands slipped off his chest and you fell onto him, forehead knocking gently against his cheek.

You could hear him huffing and grunting, the occasional growl seeping through, right into your ear as he fucked you through your orgasm, and continued on, chasing his end.

His cock throbbed, firmly enough that you felt it and the sensation startled you a little; but, that thought was lost when he let out an uncharacteristically loud shout, crying out in ecstasy.

Hawks had always been loud; but, this was something else entirely, and the moans and growls didn't stop, along with his undulating hips, for what felt like an eternity.

To top it all off, you could feel it, spurts of his seed, burning hot as it filled you. In the corner of your eye, you could make out his feathers, each and every one trembling beneath him.

Then, finally, he went still.

Hawks' panting filled the room, almost loud enough to drown out the crackling of the fireplace. Even after his panting died down, he let out quiet groans, his orgasm having not yet waned in full.

Eventually, he turned his head and pressed a wet kiss against your cheek. You turned your head to meet him, at first catching the corner of his mouth before he angled his head to kiss you properly.

You could practically feel the praises behind each kiss, thank you's and love pouring from his mouth to yours in a nonverbal gesture. His hands ran up and down your back, massaging your skin but also ensuring that you didn't move and he remained deep inside you.

When he finally released your lips, you busied your hands with his wild mane, gently pushing strands away from his face. He seemed to like the preening, letting his eyes flutter shut and head fall back.

You didn't have to ask if he was feeling better. His all-body, harsh red blush had mellowed out and he wasn't panting like a parched dog.

You hadn't realized you were still trembling until he uttered, "it's okay," in a soothing, worried voice.

His hands shifted to your thighs, where he carefully pushed them back and rolled you onto your side, keeping his cock nuzzled deep. His arms wound around your back, bringing you into an embrace while his wings stretched out behind him before sagging comfortably to the bed.

You realized, as he brought you in, that you were still shaking a little. The worry was evident in his eyes, like he had done something wrong.

"D-do you want me to pull out?" he offered in a weak voice.

"It's not that," you replied softly. "That was... intense."

When your eyes locked with his gold orbs, and he took in the sight of your expression, it seemed to steadily become clear to him, what you were feeling. His lips sought our your skin, senselessly kissing whatever he could reach, all over your cheeks, down your chin and along the expansion of your throat.

Hawks’ head fell onto the pillow and his wispy blonde hair tangled with yours. The unease began to fade away as he held you close, bringing the blanket back over your forms when his intense heat finally started to wane. So did the spell, and something concerning struck him.

"Please, tell me if it gets too intense," Hawks uttered, breath fluttering out against your temple. “I’ll-...”

He cut himself because he wasn’t quite what he would do, what he could do. Could he stop? In this moment of clear thoughts, he sure hoped so. But, part of him feared that wasn’t true, and the last thing he wanted was to lie to you about what he was capable of.

You had figured that he had yet to hit the apex of his rut. Yet, his warnings hadn't frightened you in the slightest, especially after what had just occurred. If anything, you were enticed by it. Maybe, in some strange way, it was affecting you to.

"I can handle you," you promised.

You felt more so than heard the uneasy breath that stuttered out his nostrils. Your words stirred something deep in his gut, overcoming the fear, burning arousal and adoration.

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cvtqr · 3 years

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hey roomie!

pairings; eren jaeger x reader

content warning; eren jaeger x f!reader

content warning; friends to lovers, masturbation, unprotected sex, cream pie

being eren jaeger’s roommate was... well, challenging. he was always up late doing extra work his boss assigned him, bringing his friends over, his brother barging in once a day.

you didn’t want to move out though, i mean you could never afford a place on your own. plus you had a good relationship with eren. you were connected through your cousin reiner in college. you guys got pretty close and by graduation the both of you decided to share an apartment for expense reasons.

as of right now, eren was interning at a company called scout. a business ran by no other than the semi-famous, and extremely handsome, erwin smith. eren was working in one of the offices managed by levi ackerman. you figured having someone as powerful and smart as levi guiding you, eren was going places in that company.

as for you, you were currently employed in a bar and grill restaurant called marleys.

“i’m headin’ out, see ya galli!”

“see ya tomorrow, text me in the morning.”

friday nights were usually the worst over at marleys, but today was different. some new workers joined the crew and my boss, galliard, wanted to see how they handled the pressure of a packed night. considering that, he gave me the night off.

living with eren for almost a year i’ve come to take notice of his schedule. every friday i get the notification someone’s at our front door at the same time. 12 am is when he comes home on fridays. it’s been like that since the first few weeks you guys lived together while you were still unemployed.

at least it’s only 7pm now. i can finally have some peace and quiet time to myself with no distraction. once i got home the first thing i did was change into my pajamas. it felt nice not having to worry about closing doors or anything, at least for the time being. eren wouldn’t be home for another 4 and a half hours so you could sit in the living room naked for all you cared.

you didn’t have to do anything but enjoy the peace and quiet, so that’s what you did. you plopped down on top of your made bed and just looked around. that was until your eyes met the picture collage on your night stand. specifically the one picture in the collage.

it was from last summer, you and all your friends at a pool party. the one person you had your eyes on though, was eren. how he looked with his shirt off, his damp hair thrown into a messy bun, his swimming trunks wet from just getting out of the water. to top it off, a smug grin on his face while wrapping his arm around you as you sat on his lap. completely innocent of course, there just wasn’t enough room for everyone to fit in the frame of the shot.

you don’t know what got into you during the next few minutes, but some how your hand found the hem of your pants. slowly bringing it down you started to rub circles around your clothed clit, all while thinking of your roommate. as the heat in your pants began to grow, you finally decided to let loose.

you pulled your pants, along with your panties, down and disregarded them on the floor, flipping back onto your side. you were on full display for anyone who walked in and turned down the small hallway of the apartment. you didn’t even consider the possibility of eren coming back home early. no, you didn’t even think of getting up to shut the bedroom door. was it because some part of you wanted him to come home early and see you?

it was dark in the apartment when eren got home. the only sort of light reflecting was the dim light of your lamp coming out of your bedroom. walking over to put his stuff down on the counter, he turned on the main lights.

if you weren’t digging your fingers into your cunt fantasizing about your roommate, so good to the point where you had to squeeze your eyes shut? then maybe you could’ve heard him come in and just maybe you could’ve seen the kitchen and living room light up.

but he heard you first.

not only was the small light coming out of your room, but soft little moans and grunts.

sneaking quietly to the door of your room, eren rested on your door frame, you still not noticing him. he figured you were too deep in your thoughts, and your cunt, to hear him.

that was until you felt your orgasm building up.

“e-eren”

“i’m over here, y/n.”

you quickly realized that you weren’t hearing things and that for the first time in almost a year, eren came home and early. you quickly pulled your fingers out and reached over to your throw blanket, now covering you bottom half.

oh god he’s going to kick me out. he doesn’t want to live with such a pervert. some roomate, masturbating to the mere thought of him. that was all your brain could comprehend as eren walked over to you and took a spot on the edge of your bed.

“you know, i was going to let you be and go fuck my fist to the sound of your pretty little whimpers. but now i know you were thinking of me. i figured you’d wanna help me out with my ‘issue’ ”

what. i mean of course you weren’t going to deny. but will this change anything between the two of you? fuck it’s already changed after that

“will it change anything between us? like- would we still be good friends and roommat-“

“stop worrying so much, y/n. i just admitted to getting off to the thought of you, after i actually just walked into you doing the same exact thing.”

he crawled over your bed and landed hovering over you.

“things are already different”

he leaned down and captured his lips with yours. more of a gentle, passionate kiss, which led to a more rougher one just a few seconds later.

“want you eren.” you mumbled out between kisses

your hands trailed down to the belt of his pants before he slapped them away.

“i’m not giving you anything until you’re more specific. what do you want now, sweet girl?”

“want your cock, i want your cock eren!”

his hands trailed down to the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it over you. the second you were exposed to him, his mouth latched onto you, sucking dark marks onto the flesh of your brest. his other hand now working on the other one, swirling around the sensitive nub.

after he was satisfied with all the whispers coming out of your sweet mouth he looked back up at you.

“want my cock hm?”

you never nodded your head so quickly in your life

“a little more specific baby... come on your so close!”

“want it, want it in my pussy, please eren. just please fuck me already.” at this point you were about to cry for him

“good, i think you deserve your reward for using your big girl words.”

moving your hands back down to his pants, you successfully removed his belt, this time without him slapping you away.

but it was him that quickly shuffled his pants and boxers down.

“i’m on the pill as long as you’re clean.”

his cock twitched at the thought of fucking you raw, his cum filling you up.

before you knew it, eren had pinned your arms above your head with one hand, using the other to guide your hips up. his large cock entered you and he bottomed out.

giving him a nod of approval, he slowly pulled back out, before harshly thrusting right back in. your legs quickly wrapped around his hips, pulling him in closer. his hands let go of your wrists, he was now using it to hold your chest down as he sucked and nipped at your neck. your hands held onto his shoulders, tugging onto his shirt.

without missing a thrust, he slid his shirt off with just one hand, soon returning to work on your neck. your hand met with his now bare shoulder, slightly digging your nails into it. your other hand found it’s way to erens hair, tangling into his messy bun. right as your hand met his hair, he pounded right into your g-spot.

this caused you to let out a loud moan, almost sounding like a scream of pleasure. your hand tightly gripped around his hair. harshly pulling it back.

“fuuuuck, that’s it? that’s the spot isn’t it?”

the only answer he needed is when you let out the same reaction once he hit over that same spot again. he had won you. he continued to abuse your g-spot all while you roughly tugged his hair back.

the wave of pleasure the two of your were experiencing was mesmerizing.

“fuck eren, i’m gonna-”

before you could even finish your sentence you creamed all over eren’s cock.

“please let me, inside, fuuck please.”

once he got the soon nod of approval, he poured his cum out. he did what he’s been fantasizing about since college. he finally fucked you and came inside. and he came hard.

when he pulled out the mixture of cum started to leak out of your hole. that was when eren used his figures to push it back in.

“no, no, not one drop of this is going to be wasted. you understand?”

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swtki · 3 years

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HP Boys: Surprise Pregnancy Head Cannons

Summary: The HP boys and their reaction to their s/o (afab) being pregnant when its not planned.

A/N: This takes place post Hogwarts so all characters are 18+, though no real smut happens in this so its not an 18+ fic.

WARNINGS: UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF PRO CHOICE OPINIONS, MENTIONS OF SEX IN LITE TERMS, SWEARING, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, ALSO THIS IS SUPER LONG SORRY LOL

Draco

So everything is going great for the happy couple, you two just moved into a flat together and are working normal jobs, drinking wine like adults.

And sure, Draco knows he wants to marry you, but he knows you’re not ready to settle down like that so he just plans and dreams.

Due to poor choices, when you’re late by two weeks, you know what it probably is.

Draco doesn’t even notice that you ran out to the store and came back and hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes. CEO of minding his own business ig

You just kinda...walk up to him and hand him all 3 tests while your eyes fill with tears because what if he demands you get an abortion?

Or what if he fucks off to god knows where?

But instead he just looks at you with the most un-draco like smile. Like his face was soft and it looked like he could cry any moment.

“Oh my god,” He says, putting his hand on your belly, “I can be ready for this, but if you aren’t then we can you know...”

“No, I want it” then both of you rejoice bc yay baby!

Cut to 6 months later when your feet hurt so bad you have to lay down and watch while Draco fails to put a crib together.

He eventually gets it done tho.

And when the time comes, he’s built and arranged everything for your bundle of joy.

Harry

So you guys are probably already married, but with everything at the ministry going on, it makes Harry less than a family man.

You both agree that it’s probably better to wait so you can be home and yk...raise it.

Well smart man Harry forgets that to not have a kid you need to use protection.

So of course when your period is late you don’t think about it, until its four weeks late.

That night, you and Harry are laying in bed, and thats when you tell him.

“Harry..I’m late.”

“Late for what?” headass.

You: 😳😐

Him: 👁👁😲😲

He’s hesitant to say anything, because he knows its ultimitley up to you what happens with it until its out.

“I think I want to keep it...you know it wont remember much for the first year and a half so if things are stressful it will be okay and-“

“Love...Its going to be perfect”

Mf built the crib in like 45 minutes I swear.

And of course he forced you to keep up with your vitamins, pre natal care, and appointments.

Swear tho you’re about to kill him because cofFeE

But the way he holds your baby 🥺 its his most valued thing ever now.

Ron

Ron is iffy on the kid thing sometimes.

He does want them, but only later when you guys have lived and travled.

So no, you two haven’t planned nor is it even in the picture when your wedding roles around.

It’s in the early days of the marriage when you see his family at the burrow on the way back from the honeymoon.

And of course Molly knows

Because Weasleys are hyperfertile I swear.

She takes you into the kitchen and puts her hands on your arms, shes got that big Mrs.Weasley smile on too.

“I knew it!” She says and pulls you in for a hug, “How far dear??”

You’re just standing there like🧍🏻

“I can see it by the way you glow! Oh my you and my Ron must be so happy!” This woman doesn’t notice that you’re confused.

“Wait what? Mrs. Weasley what are you-?” Then you count the days, “Oh. Well I guess I just found out for myself”

Her face falls slightly, but then she tells you can make you a potion that will tell you if you are or not, stan.

The stupid potion turns green when you spit into it, so everything is confirmed.

That night, you and Ron are getting ready for bed in the guest room and you decide to tell him.

“Ron, sweetie. We need to talk.” He looks like he’s gonna start crying but sits next to you on the bed.

“Y/N...I know its scary but please, we just got married I don’t want to divorce quite just yet 🥺🥺”

“Ron I-“ you start smiling, “I’m pregnant you dufus.”

He just freezes, for a while. Not saying anything, he just looks at the wall with his mouth ajar.

So you get up and go to Ginny.

“Gin, I broke him.”

“Ew, I don’t want to know about how you and him”

“No, I told him that I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, yeah that would do it. Just I don’t know... Give him a minute?”

You give him several, getting a glass of water then heading back up to the room.

Ginny was right, he needed a minute.

“I don’t...I wasn’t...you were.?”

“You don’t have to stay, but I think we can do it. Plus, you would disapoint your mom if you left so...”

“Okay...we’ll do it. I’ll be the best damn Father you have ever seen.” He says, talking to your womb.

Well...he’s a father I’ll give him that.

Pro of having a Weasley baby: free crib thats already put together.

Even if it looks like a death trap.

“We’ll put some blankets over it don’t worry”

You know how some Dads hold their parters hand during the delivery? Yeah he got sick and was moral support from the outside.

To be fair, you weren’t screaming in pleasure by any means.

Scary. But beautiful.

He shows the kid to everyone, he might be more in love with the baby than he is with you.

Ron see’s the appeal of having kids now.

Neville

Moving in with your boyfriend is always fun, right up until you guys go at it so much you forget protection more than once.

You think about it, then move on with your day.

Until the doctor calls, then “oh fuck”

Romance Neville bf

“Why aren’t you having any wine? I thought it was your favorite?”

“I don’t think fetal alcohol syndrome is my favorite.” BRO HE SPAT

But he looks up with tears in his eyes, and runs over to you to grasp you in a hug.

“Oh my god! You’re pregnant! Oh my - We’re gonna be parents!! Oh my god we’re gonna be parents oh-“ Que you petting his hair till he’s calm again.

Lets be honest, this man probably swapped the herbology books for the parenting guides.

“Well I mean I’m just wondering if we should go with this color or this one”

“Nev, it doesn’t matter. Our baby will not care.”

“I read in my book that Infants actually can recognize mood in-“

He won’t let you do anything during your pregnancy.

Gotta love a man who cries because he loves you so much and you’re having his kid.

“I never had a father, what if I do it wrong? What if the baby hates me and runs away at seven?”

“We’ve got quite a lot of time before then.”

He was there during delivery, letting you crush his hand like a champ.

You can’t help but cry when you see him sleeping on the floor next to the crib, its so sweet.

Fred

You two most likely already had two kids, so you decided to wait a bit so your hands weren’t quite full.

Well...your body decided not to wait.

A test provides the two lines, another wild child.

The two toddlers already run around like thing one and thing two, only with red hair.

I think Fred would gladly make the family dinner, and wear an apron. He’d own it, as he should.

But mf gotta not drop the salad bowl when you tell him of the fetus inside you.

“Fred we are going to have a bee-ay-bee-why.”

Your five year old has just begun to spell 😐

He’s happy tho.

Like over the fuckin moon.

He buys the two kids big brother/sister shirts too 🥺🥺

He knows the drill pretty well, so he isn’t too worried about the future.

But its funny that he still freaks out about the crib and feeding chair since he gave it away, you know because you guys werent having another kid.

He packed a hospital bag and kept it in the trunk, counting down the days.

Hours of delivery (He just sat back and held your hand) only to end up with a room full of 7 Weasley family members.

Fred always said that 3 was his lucky number :)

George

You guys were taking it slow, no marriage until you both felt it was time. And certainly no children before that.

Well you know...things changed when the test was positive.

You slid it over on the table, tears pooling in your eyes. He was stunned and quiet, which made you burst out sobbing because you knew that neither of you planned on having a baby.

But to your surprise he starts to smile.

“I want whatever you want, I’m staying by your side no matter what.”

“I mean...would it really be so bad? A house, a kid, a dog?” He holds your hand as you think aloud.

You both give it a week to think it over and the virdict is to keep it.

Thats when he decides he has to marry you, asap because he loves you and will never let you go especially now.

He loves to gush about the carrier of his child, to him you are a godess.

He’s the Dad with a predestination complex.

“Y/N, I just see him being a star quiditch player”

“George, we don’t know if it’s a him.”

He rolls his eyes “Okay then I can see her being a star-“

He made Hermione take you out for a movie date so he could rearrange your bedroom, since you only had a single bedroom flat.

You come back to a new set up including a cot.

Damn pregnancy hormones make brain go 🥺😭😭

He freaks when your water breaks lol

ceo of driving like a maniac to the hospital.

He can’t hold your hand, he’s pacing back and forth, sweating and maybe crying though he’ll never admit to it.

You get the joy of watching him cuddle the baby while refusing to give your child to you.

“George I’d like to hold-“

“No, you need your sleep honey, don’t worry”

Hogging the child.

Cedric

Its no secret that Cedric wants a baby someday.

And he makes it clear your wedding will be spectacular too.

However, finding out you’re pregnant the week of your dream wedding was a shock.

A shock that made you bang your head into the wall because how could you be so stupid?? We had a plan??

So you decide to wait until after the wedding, that way it wont add onto the stress (happy stress) of the wedding.

Cedric keeps trying to fill your glass at the reception, to which you kindly refuse saying you want to remember the night entirely.

Yeah he’s like 🤨 mhm okay.

You can only pick at the dinner because ew salmon doesn’t sound like an option if you want to keep the contents of your stomach.

As everyone waves goodbye to the car, and you both set off into married life, he leans over.

“I may be out of my mind, but are you...?”

“Pregnant.” His face lights up, pulling you into a hug.

Finally, your car pulls up to a small cottage with lush garden scapes all around, putting a hand out, he walks you both from the car to the door.

“Ced, where are we?”

“Home.”

Somehow it was perfect with Cedric, even when it was rushed.

He loved talking to your womb, even if it was weird that he was talking about the babies future brothers and sisters.

“Cedric, slow down. We haven’t even had this one yet”

Basically he is father of the year before he’s a full father.

He’s there while you deliver, holding your hand and telling you how great you’re doing.

He doesn’t even complain when you insult him <3.

He updates you on everything.

If his eyes aren’t on that child, he’s either asleep or dead.

I think Cedric was meant to be a family man, because he loves everything about being one.

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