#his back without warning and need a weighted blanket because sometimes it feels like a live wire is running up and down the nerves of his

[clockwayswrites]

City Pigeons Part 12 CW: blood, past trauma and experimentation

Jason could almost go to sleep. He wouldn’t, not when he was the only Bat in the apartment, but it would be so easy to. Danny made a really good weighted blanket.

It seemed once the kid got over touching someone, he basically became a koala. Cass and Danny had spent the morning wrapped around each other on the couch. Cass was playing one of her weird clicking games and Danny, blue bear in his lap, was scrolling through articles on the tablet that Tim had brought him the other day.

Now, though, Cass was out on a snack run and Danny had slowly slumped over until he was laying across Jason. It wasn’t minded. Jason could admit he still had some trouble with touch himself, but it was easy to be there for Danny like this.

The problem was, Jason needed to get back to Crime Alley for at least a few nights. He was already past when Red Hood should have made an appearance. It he didn’t go back soon, rumors were going to start that he was dead. Again.

Jason waited for Danny to start searching for a new article to read to ask, “Are you alright with meeting someone soon?”

He didn’t expect Danny to tense like he did.

“Robin?”

“No, Dandelion,” Jason said, stroking Danny’s white hair. “N talked with Robin and he knows not to stop by like that without warning. We’ll have him over when you’re comfortable but not before.”

“Okay. Sorry. I don’t mean to…”

“None of that. He freaked you out,” Jason said. “I know he didn’t mean to, and from our guess it’s not his fault how he feels like to you, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t. It’s okay to set boundaries.”

“He… doesn’t feel weird to you?”

Jason sighed. “No. I guess I don’t sense it. I didn’t know you had died until you told me.”

“Oh.” Danny’s voice was small and quiet.

“But I knew that I had died— the others know it’s too,” Jason was quick to add. “It’s alright that you died. No one will think differently of you.”

“They might. It’s… you’re different than me, I guess.”

“I don’t know, because I don’t know what happened to you, but I actually hope so. The way I came back wasn’t pleasant.” Jason had to take a breath before he continued. “I was murdered by a rogue in town called the Joker. I woke up… we’re still not sure when exactly, but somewhere about half a year later. I didn’t have any of my memories, but I still had most of my injuries.

“I was picked up by some people you might hear us refer to— the League of Assassins. They put me back together about a year after my death by tossing me in something called the Lazarus Pits. Those things come with a price though, one that I’m still paying. Coming back was… hard, in a lot of ways.”

“Oh,” Danny said. He clung a little to Jason’s shirt, like he wanted to make sure Jason was still there. It was a feeling Jason understood all too well. “I, um, don’t think I’ve ever stayed really dead for more than a minute or two. At least not like… not like you were.”

Jason rested his hand on Danny’s back, feeling him breath. Feeling him… feeling him not breathe.

“…Danny?”

Danny clung tighter to Jason’s shirt. “Go ahead, ask.”

“Are you… somewhat dead right now?”

“Yes.”

Just one word. A simple answer.

“Okay. That’s— okay. I’m glad there’s a reason that you’re not breathing,” Jason said and pressed a kiss to the top of Danny’s head as he tried to calm his own pounding heart.

“I think B.B. knows. I usually… it’s habit to breath but sometimes I forget and—”

“She’s good at noticing things.” Jason would have to talk with her. “But that goes to what I said, right? None of the others will thinking of you differently.”

“Even if…”

“Even if anything.”

Danny sat up and Jason resisted the urge to reach for him. It took him a moment longer to release Jason’s shirt. Jason sat up slowly and waited for Danny to get the words out he was obviously working on.

“Can I show you?”

“Course.” Jason braced himself for anything.

“It might be bright, close your eyes.”

The flash still shown through Jason’s eyelids.

“Oh.” Danny’s voice wavered horribly. “I didn’t think of that.”

“Danny?” Jason was reaching forward even as he opened his eyes.

It was good he did.

He had to catch Danny as he wavered dangerously. Danny’s who hair was black. Who’s eyes were blue. Who looked all the more like Bruce’s son. Who was bleeding red.

-

“Jesus and Mother Mary,” Dick cursed, resting his forehead against his wrist’s.

Cass came over and peeled the bloody gloves off for him. “Breathe.”

“I am breathing,” Dick wheezed.

“Badly.”

Jason barked out a laugh at that. It was unstable in a way that reminded the room of worse days.

The door banged open and they all jolted, everyone but Cass, who was better than that, and Danny who was still out cold.

“Shit, fuck, sorry,” Tim rambled. “Is he stable?”

“Yes,” Cass answered. Her voice was calm, but but Duke could see the way that she fidgeted. For anyone else it wouldn’t be called fidgeting, but the way that she untied and retied and untied the trash bag in his visions told Dick otherwise.

Cass was as worried as the rest of them.

“Signal?” Tim asked. He came into the room, tablet already pulled up to record everything.

“Hard for me to say,” Duke said with a little shrug. He wished he could say, but he was still trying to understand what he was seeing. “The guy is… he’s like no one I’ve ever seen before. But I think he’s getting stronger.”

“That’s— holy fuck.” Tim paused as he finally got a look at Danny.

“Really looks like the old man like this, doesn’t he?” Jason asked. He was trying to hide how his hands were trembling by keeping his arms crossed. Everyone in the room let him pretend.

Duke sure wouldn’t have wanted to be the one Danny collapsed on like that. It was bad enough being the third one there as he swung over from his patrol. The cuts had still been appearing on Danny’s skin, ripping him apart like he was nothing.

He didn’t look much better all bandaged up.

“I think the cuts were ones he must have sustained before changing forms before he even met us,” Duke reasoned. “They… felt old.”

Dick rubbed at his face. “So the whole time they were there just waiting to bleed?”

Jason laughed again. “Waiting for him to be alive again.”

Slowly, Dick dropped his hands and looked up at Jason. “Jay?”

Okay, so they were at the point of forgetting cape-names now. That was a great sign.

Confusingly, Jason looked to Cass, who actually fidgeted.

“He doesn’t breathe. He does, not always. His heart beats, not always. It is like he…,” she twisted her hand as if trying to grab onto the right word. “Like he relaxes and forgets.”

Well that was weird. Dick nodded to the monitor that he had helped hook up. “He’s breathing right now and the monitor says his heartbeat is hella slow, but steady.”

“This is his alive form, I think. More alive form,” Jason said with a shrug. “His other form is his more dead form. He said he’s never stayed ‘really dead’ like I was. I think ‘really’ was the important word in that. He stressed it like it was… a technically or some shit.”

“Or a loophole,” Tim said. He was watching Danny with his head tilted just slightly to the right.

It was a pose that had Duke straightening up in attention. “What do you see that I can’t?”

Tim glanced at him and then back down at Danny. “The scars don’t match.”

“Ti—Red, please just say it,” Dick pleaded, exhaustion hanging on his words.

“Sorry, I was. I mean, the scars he has now don’t exactly match the scars he had in his— what are we calling it? Dead form?”

Jason flinched.

Dick’s eyes flicked from Jason to Tim. “Let’s go with… ghost. Undead, you know?”

Tim continued on valiantly. “His scars don’t match with what he had in his ghost form. There are a few like around his neck that I think are one-to-one and a lot of them are in the same place from what I can see and might be the same? I’d have to take photos and compare. But… he has more in this living form, I’m sure of it.”

“Okay, right, so that’s a thing,” Jason said. He slid down the wall he was leaning against until he was squatting. He hung his head between his knee and wrapped his hands around the back of his neck.

Duke could see Jason passing out with enough probability that he slipped out of the room to grab some sour candy for Jason and an icepack for the back of his neck. Being honest with himself, Duke could use the moment out of the room. It was a lot to deal with.

Man, someone would have to do something about the bloody couch too… Dick sighed and took the time to send a message to Babs about it as well as an update. Knowing her she had a list of all the furniture in all the safe houses and could get a slipcover ordered on same day delivery. At least he hoped so. Everyone was taking this pretty hard and they didn’t need the reminder.

Duke figured the bad reaction was pretty fair though, they had thought that Danny was getting better and now his healing was going to be set back. Dick would be guilty because he hadn’t been here, Jason going through his issues about kids and violence and death, and Cass already counted Danny as family. She was never good when family was hurt. It was even worse that Danny should have been safe, he was under their watch.

Duke set the pack of candy and ice pack down next to Jason’s foot, close enough that he should be able to feel the cold, and backed up to his corner. It was best not to touch right then. He wasn’t afraid of Jason ever hurting him purposefully, but he was also very aware for Jason it might not always be purposeful.

Cass joined him, leaning against his side, and Duke wrapped an arm around her. Tim was tapping away on his tablet, mostly muttering to himself, but Dick had gotten up to peer over his shoulder.

Jason tore open the packet of candies and popped one in his mouth.

They’d be okay.

It would take work, but they were Bats. They were stubborn.

Dukes wrist buzzed. The tracking number for slipcover flashed across his hud. It would be there by 9 pm.

They’d be okay.

-

Everything hurt. Everything ached all the way down through his skin and muscled and bones. His breath caught in his chest, ragged and frayed like his lungs were full of shattered glass.

He tried not to make a noise.

He tried to stay quiet.

They would notice him if he made a noise. He couldn’t take any more attention. He didn’t think he’d survive more attention. God, that thought was almost enough to kill him. Once he would have done anything for his parents attention and now—

There was a hand in his hair. It was gentle.

Oh, he was crying.

“…going to be okay. We have you, Dandelion, and we’re not letting them touch you ever again. The two Reds will make sure it can never happen again. Once you’re better they’ll take a little road trip.”

That was… that wasn’t… a sob broke through Danny’s lips and he didn’t stop it. He didn’t even try.

He wasn’t there.

He could make noises.

He was safe.

“Danny? Hey, are you awake.”

Danny nodded as much as he could manage.

“Hey there,” Nightwing said, voice so kind that it just made Danny cry harder. “Can you open your eyes for me?”

Danny shook his head.

“Okay, that’s okay, thank you for answering me Danny. How’s the pain? Um, squeeze my hand once if it’s okay, twice if it’s really bad.”

Danny squeezed it three times.

“Really, really bad, huh? Okay. Okay… we can give you some pain meds through your IV. We have you on a saline drip because you looked really bad. We didn’t want to give you any meds without your consent though. Are you alright with some pain medication? Once for yes, twice for no.”

One squeeze.

“Okay, let me go—”

Danny clung to Nightwing’s hand a tightly at he could. His breath stuttered around the glass.

“Not leaving, Dandelion. I’m going to text Red Robin, okay? He’s in the living room. Hood and B.B are out… running an errand. They’ll be back soon. I’ll text Red and he’ll bring the pain meds.”

Danny nodded. Nightwing shifted around, but didn’t let go of Danny’s hand. The breathing calmed, got easier. Danny let out a slow breath.

“Hey Danny,” a new voice said. “The medication will make you feel fuzzy and maybe disoriented. You’ll probably sleep a lot. We don’t want you to wake up panicked. Is there anything we can do to help you know you’re here with us and safe?”

“Bear,” Danny croaked. He wet his lips and tried to continue. “Smells that aren’t… Touch. Warmth.”

“Red will get your teddy bear as soon as the meds are hooked up and we’ll work on the other things. One of us will always be here with you,” Nightwing said.

Danny squeezed his hand again.

“Okay. We won’t leave you alone, Danny, we’ll keep you safe. You’ll be okay.”

Danny trusted that.

It was surprising.

He didn’t think he could trust anymore, but Danny trusted that, trusted them.

The warmth of that thought followed him back into the black.

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AN: This all Danny's fault, not mine! He decided to reveal his form early and then... welp.....

...Stay delightful, darlings?

#dp x dc #batpham #city pigeons

[gogh-with-the-flow]

Angst for no reason incoming (cw: cheating)

Johnny had been off ever since you picked him up from the airport last night. It wasn't unusual for him to be distant sometimes when he first got home. It was a difficult adjustment going from live fire back to civilian life, and sometimes he needed time to get back into the swing of things. But this time was different. He couldn't look you in the eyes. Instead of falling exhausted into your arms, he shied away from your touch. His body was stiff when you hugged him. He didn't rest his hand on your thigh the whole ride home. He didn't even kiss you.

You assumed he had seen or done something worse than usual. You assumed the deaths had been more brutal, more numerous. Maybe he had lost someone close to him this time. It's not like he could even tell you, all his operations were black. Strictly confidential. You were just a civilian.

You did your best to comfort him. You made him a hot meal, drew him a bath, offered to massage his sore muscles; but he picked at his plate until it was cold, locked the bathroom door, and slept with his back to you all night.

Something in your gut told you it was wrong. You ignored the pit in your stomach that warned you. You boxed his dinner up for him to eat when he was feeling better. You pulled the blankets tighter around you to drive out the cold you felt without him beside you as you slept. You pretended to be asleep when he silently rolled out of bed and crept out of the bedroom. You pretended not to hear his low voice talking on the phone in the living room. You pretended not to hear him cry.

He avoided you the next day, too. Answering in one or two words, barely eating, leaving the room as soon as you walked in. He barely spoke to you until that evening.

He called you into the living room, where you found him sitting on the couch with his elbows on his knees, chin resting on his hands, eyes unfocused staring out at the wall. His wedding band glowed in the lamplight. You sat beside him. Your hands reached to comfort him, but landed instead in your lap when you noticed how he tensed when you reached for him.

"I need to tell you something," he said, his voice low and monotone, his words careful and measured. He wouldn't look at you. His blue eyes were cold and stony, his jaw hard and clenched.

Oh no.

"What is it?" You asked, hoping for the best, but preparing for the worst. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" Your eyes scanned him for any sign of bruising, but his skin was clear.

He shook his head, a slow, even movement. His hands shook as he dropped his forehead onto them and closed his eyes tight. The faintest shine of wetness gathered at his lashes. He took a deep, trembling breath.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, the sound leaving him as if his soul were rushing out through his mouth.

God, please, no.

"John..." you uttered. Your stomach twisted. You heard the thump-thump-thimping of your pulse in your ears. "What is it?" You repeated.

Please, not this. Anything but this.

"When I was away..." No... "Bonnie, I-" Please, God, No- "I had sex with someone else."

The only sound in the room was the ticking of the old grandfather clock in the hallway. His words echoed in your head as you processed his confession. Everything clicked into place as the seconds passed into minutes. His behavior since coming home wasn't that of trauma. It was guilt. He couldn't look you in the eye, couldn't even bare to touch you, because he couldn't carry the weight of his shame.

Your body and mind operated separately. You tried to sort your thoughts out, but your heart was running away from you. Your hands trembled as you fumbled with your wedding ring. Your throat felt as if you had swallowed a stone whole. Your face was wet with tears you hadn't even felt fall.

"Who?" You asked. Your voice sounded more like nails clawing at a closed door. Johnny gasped as he strangled down his own tears.

"My lieutenant," he confessed, his voice saturated with guilt. The watery words erupted from his chest like a violent geyser, as if he couldn't get them out fast enough; as if saying them burned his tongue, his throat, his stomach.

You sobbed at the revelation. You knew him. You'd shaken his hand. You'd thanked him for looking after your Johnny. Your Johnny! Oh, you were going to be sick.

Your legs carried you away from him, away from your husband and the future you two had together. They carried you into your shared bedroom, your marital bed now sullied by infidelity. Your hands locked the door behind you. You collapsed onto the floor. His arms didn't catch you. They didn't hold you close, they didn't comfort you. There was no comfort to be found on the cold tile of the bathroom you'd crawled into. You emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet and cried with reckless abandon.

You screamed and wailed like a widow. You mourned your marriage, your love, the future you could never have now. Your trust was broken. How could you ever repair what you had?

---

Pt. 2 Pt. 3

I honestly don't know where this cane from. I'm sorry guys. Maybe I'll continue this idk

#john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish angst

[grandlinedreams]

|| Archeron sibling!reader || last installment [here] || [series/setting masterlist]

|| warnings: angst, little bit of PTSD for reader because they're definitely not as okay as everyone thought, comfort, Azriel's a good bub

"Are you sure about this?"

Cassian is watching you as you pace yourself a few feet away, neatly combed sand shifting beneath your feet.

"I'm sure," you say, meeting hazel eyes that are so familiar and yet not ㅡ the one you know best is standing further away, adamant on keeping a watchful eye on you. "I want to learn."

"Okay," Cassian relents. "We'll need to figure out where the bottom of your power is, but we'll start small. Try summoning it to just your hand."

You nod, then lift both of your hands, willing that crawl of warmth to rise beneath your skin. At first, nothing happens ㅡ and then the barest, faint sputter of light sparks at your fingertips, no brighter than the guttering flicker of a candleflame.

"A good first attempt," Cassian soothes. "Sometimes a power can be attached to a strong emotion, or at least it helps invoke it." You can tell he wants to bring up what happened a few days ago, that first show of what the Cauldron had done to you ㅡ but he doesn't.

It doesn't matter, because you're thinking about it anyways ㅡ the unbroken skin of your knuckles and knees now, no sign of what had happened. What could have happened, if you hadn't had that burst of power ㅡ and light sparks again, stronger.

(Those fingers around your wrist, in your hair ㅡ dragging you back, refusing to let you go ㅡ)

Cassian is saying something, but you're staring at the light at your fingers, the blaze of it.

(If it hadn't been you, it could have been Elain that it happened to. Or Nesta, or Feyreㅡ)

Heat thrums under your skin. It throbs with your pulse, the forced steady rhythm of your breathing as that warmth rises, crawls up your spine, licks in your veins.

(It's not a hand around your wrist now. It's hands on your arms, pulling and pushing, forcing you to that ancient thing, the pulse of nameless power it radiates ㅡ tossing you into the abyss it contains, shoving you down, down, downㅡ)

Your pulse throbs in your ears. You can hear it, the roar of your blood, the body that's changed so much against your wishes, the things you never wanted for yourself ㅡ

Your bones crack like flint, catching as you ignite. The world fractures into that dizzying glow again, the taste of ancient power you'd felt digging into you the other day ㅡ rougher now, demanding.

A conduit, that's all you are ㅡ you no longer belong to your body, spinning amongst the cosmos, the sticky cling of it that wants to drag you under, make you submit ㅡ

You're drowning. Leaden, you sink down, down without an end ㅡ you don't want this. You never have ㅡ you've never wanted any of this. You burn, struggling against the way you want to dismantle from the shape of that dutiful daughter you've aways been, unremarkable sister ㅡ why shouldn't you have what is rightfully yours when you've had so much ripped from you without permission?

(You can't.)

You slam back into your body with all the grace of a stone, sinking into the unending dark that rushes to greet you.

ㅡ

You wake to the weight of blankets over you, something cool on your forehead ㅡ a cloth, damp against your fingers as you reach to pull it away.

"You're awake."

You turn to find Azriel watching you from where he's sitting in a chair, one leg crossed over the other as he studies you. You realize that you're in your room at the same time that he speaks again. "You've been asleep for two days."

Alarm sparks in your veins, makes you jolt upright despite the leaden ache of your head in protest. "What happened?"

Azriel doesn't answer for a long moment. "What do you remember?"

You blink, then turn to stare at your hands, folded in your lap. You can feel his gaze on you, studying you as memories rise to the surface, thick and syrupy. "...I lost control, didn't I."

Perhaps the wrong thing to say, given that you'd never had control to begin with ㅡ and even now, you can feel the fizzy warmth of it in your veins, vibrating in your bones.

"It happens," Azriel soothes. "It's okay."

It'd been the very point of that exercise, to see where the bottom of that power was, how best to help teach you to wield it ㅡ but you exhale a shuddering breath, and Azriel's chest aches at the shimmer of tears in your eyes.

"No it isn't," you mumble. "It's not okay, none of this is okay."

It hadn't been okay to lose your younger sister in that catalyst that'd jumpstarted all of this ㅡ and it hadn't been okay when she'd showed back up, now immortal beauty and explaining things you'd never thought you'd be involved in. That you'd been taken with Nesta and Elain, forced into the life of a being you'd been perfectly content pretending didn't exist.

You're crying openly now, the warm slide of tears over your cheeks, tracks cooling as you hiccup. Azriel shifts, and you don't bother to look at him but then the bed is dipping under his weight, the faint shift of wings ㅡ and then he's pulling you to him.

His touch is gentle as he coaxes you to his chest, lets you press into him as you choke on a sob. One hand nestles into your hair, fingertips against your scalp, the other at your back ㅡ rubbing in gentle circles as you shudder.

Azriel's chest aches as you cry, familiar scent lost to the saltiness of tears and your ragged breathing. Even though you're rightfully upset, he hates that there's nothing he can do beyond what he already is.

He keeps you against him even as you begin to calm, adjusts so that you're in his lap, legs carefully adjusted as he moves to lean against the headboard of your bed. "Breathe," he murmurs into your hair when you hiccup again, "just breathe."

You struggle to do just that, your own heartbeat erratic compared to the steady thump of his own. "Got your shirt wet."

"It'll dry."

You press your face into his chest, let your senses flood with the scent that's become such a comfort as of late. "I'm sorry for crying."

His grip tightens on you, just a little bit. "Don't be."

You sniffle. "You can leave if you want to."

Azriel stares down at you, fingers tentatively sorting out the tangle of your hair, mindful of your ears. Tears clump dark lashes together, and he's struck by how tempting it is to want to kiss them away. He doesn't, however, but he doesn't push you out of his lap either. "I'll stay."

Part of you wonders how long he'd been sitting in that chair, aware that he undoubtedly has things he should be doing that isn't this ㅡ but you let yourself be selfish for once, let yourself need him a little more than what you should.

#ㅡmine. #acotar x reader #azriel shadowsinger x reader #az x reader #azriel x reader

[winchesterandpie]

Rainy Mornings

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x reader

Word Count: 757

Warnings: highly self-indulgent, as all my Rooster fics are. Just softness, nothing to worry about

A/N: That last post is really blowing up, thank you guys! I was just having fun writing some fluff and cuteness with this lovely man. Without further ado, here you go!

You woke to the sound of rain on the windowpanes. The soothing sound made you smile lazily and tempted you back toward sleep. The steady weight of an arm at your waist added an additional temptation. Some rainy days, you might have gotten up to make a mug of tea, but today, you opted instead to turn over and pull the blanket up higher.

That brought you face to face with one Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. You softened when you saw that there was no trace of the worry or seriousness that sometimes consumed his expression while he was awake. In his sleep, he looked peaceful, especially as he cuddled closer when you stopped moving.

Your fingertips brushed across his face and up into his hair, the loose waves too tempting for you to ignore. The slow, consistent movement had him tucking his head into your shoulder. His warm, sleepy sigh tickled the skin of your neck, and you could feel the goosebumps rising. 

Slow mornings like this were rare, so you kept your fingers just heavy enough not to tickle in an attempt to let Bradley continue sleeping. You were unsuccessful. 

“Go back to sleep, baby,” he mumbled against your skin.

“Mmm, don’t wanna.”

“Nowhere to be. Sleep.”

“Mmkay,” you agreed, already feeling sleep call you back from the warmth of Bradley’s arms.

The rain was still falling when you woke again. Bradley had rolled onto his back, leaving you lying on his chest. His fingers traced mindless shapes on your skin, telling you he had woken first this time. You tilted your head up to press a kiss at his jaw, then a little further to meet his gaze.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted.

“Hey, handsome.” You smiled sleepily at him, melting at his raspy morning voice.

You were sure the tenderness in his hazel eyes was reflected in your own. Early in your relationship, you had been shyer, and you might have hidden in his shoulder in the face of his open adoration. Now, you stared back unabashedly, hoping he understood all the things you couldn’t find the words to say.

He did.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” you said, wrapping your arm more securely around him.

“Me too.” Bradley pressed an absentminded kiss to your hairline. “We can stay here for today, though.”

“Not for too long,” you grumbled. “I’m starting to get hungry.” 

A lazy smile grew on his lips and he reached up to caress your face. “You’re hungry, huh?”

“Not just yet.” You leaned into his touch, turning your head just enough to kiss his palm. “Soon, though.”

“Good, because I’m not ready to let go of you just yet.”

“I’m not complaining.”

He rolled both of you over, pinning you to the mattress with a groan. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before letting his head drop to the pillow. You recognized the ploy when he let his full weight settle over you. 

Laughing, you tried to shove him back off before you could get trapped under the dead weight of a naval aviator. His arms wrapped around you as he fought your efforts playfully. When his lips found the spot on your neck that made you weak in the knees, you surrendered.

“Fine, fine, you win.” Your bright grin belied your words. “But you owe me pancakes for this.”

He hummed, pretending to consider your request and pressing more kisses to your neck. “Blueberry or chocolate chip?”

“Maybe both? Please?” If he’d had his head up, you would have been making puppy dog eyes at him. As it was, you played with his hair in an attempt to persuade him. Not that he needed persuading--both of you were wrapped around the other’s fingers. That power could be intoxicating when it drew a bright laugh from his lips like it did now.

“I’ll make you pancakes.” You could feel his smile against your skin. “As long as you’ll supervise.”

“Oh, I’ll supervise alright. Supervise dat ass.”

With a long-suffering groan, he rolled off of you and out of bed. You could tell he was teasing when he exaggerated the swing of his hips as he pulled on a pair of loose grey sweatpants. You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch him return to you, offering his shirt from last night.

Bradley waited for you to pull it on before lifting you into his arms. “Well, supervisor? Ready to supervise?”

You saluted as well as you could through your giggles. “Let’s turn and burn, Roose.”

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun maverick #top gun

[inaris-mage-of-storms]

(Warning for suggestive content/conversation.)

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There was a moment, lying there under his blankets and the weight of his worries, when Scott wondered if Jimmy would notice if he didn't get out of bed today.

It had been a while since Scott had even slept in his own room. Sleeping in Jimmy's bed, all he had to do on the days he didn't want to move was nuzzle into Jimmy with a noise of complaint, and the canary happily stopped trying to get out of bed in favor of holding Scott close. Now, though, he was alone. He was alone and that familiar fog was swirling through his head and making his chest ache and his skin cold and when had he started crying?

"This is so stupid," mumbled Scott into his pillow. Fwhip was back and Jimmy was happy and Scott...Scott was angry. He was angry at himself, because Jimmy was happy, and instead of being happy for him, Scott was feeling sorry for himself and contemplating staying in bed just so he could - what? Test if Jimmy would still come to him when Fwhip was right there? How petty.

Jimmy didn't deserve that. Scott buried his face deeper into his pillow and screamed, dragging it out until he was out of breath. His frustration faded with the last of the sound, and at least Scott knew he had a reason besides selfishness to stay in bed, because as the wave of emotions passed he felt exhausted.

But if Scott didn't get out of bed today, then Jimmy would worry. No matter how long it took him to notice, he would notice eventually and he would worry, because he was Jimmy, and Scott sometimes wondered how such a big heart could fit inside such a small bird. He sighed, took a moment to gather his strength, and stood up.

It took him a while to decide what to make for breakfast, because as he stared at the pantry Scott realized he had a lot of questions. What did Fwhip like for breakfast? He assumed there would be some overlap with what Jimmy liked, but how many of Jimmy's meals over the last winter were routine and how many were an opportunity to eat something he perhaps didn't get as often when Fwhip was around? Would Jimmy even want breakfast today, or would he be in Fwhip's bed all day? Their bath was long over, judging by the giggles Scott had heard from behind Fwhip's door on his way to the kitchen, and for all he knew, neither of them would be emerging for some time.

Scott would be surprised if they did, to be honest. He knew he certainly wouldn't be interested in something as mundane as food, if he had just returned from five months without Jimmy beside him.

Then again, in their brief time together Scott had gotten the impression that Fwhip wasn't the sort to let Jimmy skip meals. Jimmy's well-being was important to him. Scott didn't know if Fwhip's desire for Jimmy to take care of himself would win out against Jimmy's desire for attention any time soon, but meals could be reheated. He gathered what he needed and began preparing breakfast for three, just in case.

Lost in his own thoughts and the sound of sausages sizzling in the pan, Scott didn't notice the footsteps behind him until there were hands on his waist and lips against his neck. "Gosh, sorry," said Jimmy with a grin when Scott jumped. "You're not normally so easy to sneak up on."

"Got carried away letting my mind wander, I guess," said Scott, and he was sure his smile was convincing, but the way Jimmy studied him made him question the stability of his facade.

"Want me to set the table?" asked Jimmy instead of whatever questions he really had, and Scott loved him for it, and as they moved around one another in the kitchen it almost felt like every other morning they'd shared over the last few months.

Almost. He could feel Fwhip's eyes on him as the goblin helped Jimmy arrange dishes. Jimmy took the food to the table and began serving as everyone sat down, and Fwhip's ears perked up in interest. "This smells incredible," he said, eagerly reaching for the potatoes. "Is that fresh rosemary? This early in the season?"

"I planted some herbs in the garden cave I built for Scott," said Jimmy, looking as pleased by Fwhip's delight as he had been by Scott's delight at finding that particular corner of the grotto. "He can work some real magic in the kitchen, let me tell you! I can't wait to see what he'll be able to do once the first harvest comes in."

Scott ducked his head to hide a smile at Jimmy's praise, even as he felt his ears betray the warmth he felt. He found some reassurance, too, in Jimmy's clear assumption that Scott would still be around to share meals with them later in the year. But he also felt Fwhip's thoughtful gaze on him again, and some of his own certainty faded.

Over the next week Fwhip and Jimmy settled back into the routines they were used to, but Scott found it difficult to calibrate his new normal. He had gone from a frivolous, cavalier life of adventure and thievery, to several tedious years of strictly structured work, to a few decadent months of domesticity alone with a man he was enamored with. Now his canary was gone more and more, spending time with Fwhip or working with the farmers on the surface. Scott tried to busy himself with crafting or reading or cooking, but over and over he found himself turning to say something to Jimmy only to find no one there, or absently reaching for Jimmy's hand only to find empty air.

When Jimmy was around, he was as free with his affections as ever, twining his fingers with Scott's or kissing him softly or laying across Scott's lap and blanketing them both with his wings. Fwhip didn't seem bothered by it in the slightest - he even whistled teasingly when he walked in on Jimmy and Scott on the couch with Jimmy making it very clear that he wanted the elf's attention, and laughed when Scott turned bright red. But without direct confirmation of what was expected of him, Scott's fears and insecurities got the better of him, and he decided the best way to calm his nerves would be to simply ask.

Jimmy was on the surface, and Fwhip was in his study, and Scott was in front of his mirror wondering about the best way to present himself. He could go to Fwhip in the plain, simple clothing he'd been given when Fwhip first brought him to the house. He was only a prisoner, after all, and would be showing up of his own accord, without waiting for the king to summon him. Contrite and demure could be the way to go. On the other hand...Scott looked at his colorful coat, then at himself in the mirror again.

Fwhip liked to collect pretty things.

Scott pulled on his boots and his coat and tied his silk sash around his waist. He retrieved his jewelry from where it lay tucked in his bag, sliding rings on his fingers, cuffs and earrings on his ears, and bracelets onto his wrist. He checked another pocket of the bag and smiled, glad he had asked Jimmy to replace his long-expired makeup after all, and took the time to carefully accent his features with practiced movements.

Scott stepped back, regarded himself in the mirror, and smiled. He might not feel like himself most days anymore, but right now he certainly looked like the silver-tongued rogue who was used to charming his way into whatever he wanted.

He placed his hat on his head at a jaunty angle, and with a final glance in the mirror his only regret was its lack of feather. Making a mental note to find a new one soon and taking a moment to savor the feeling of renewed confidence, Scott went to Fwhip's quarters and knocked on the door.

"Come in," Fwhip called out. Scott took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and walked into the room with his head held high.

Fwhip was pacing around, pouring over designs for some contraption or another, and occasionally stopped at his desk to make notations and calculations in the margins. Scott knelt before him and rested his hands in his lap, but instead of bowing his head he watched the king's every movement. Fwhip glanced up from his blueprints, then back down at them, then snapped his head back up to stare at Scott. Scott kept his expression as neutral as possible, but inwardly he smirked at the double-take.

"Uh. Good morning, Scott," said Fwhip, setting his papers on the desk slowly. "What brings you here?"

"Good morning, your highness." Scott did bow his head briefly in greeting, but raised his eyes again right away to meet Fwhip's eyes with a steady gaze. "I hope I'm not being presumptive by coming to see you, but I'm uncertain about some things and hoped you might provide some clarity."

"No, not at all. You're welcome to come speak with me whenever you wish," said Fwhip. "Uncertain about what?"

"You brought me here to be a companion to Jimmy in your absence," said Scott. "But now you're home, and even when you're busy he has his own duties to keep him occupied."

Fwhip was sharp, and Scott watched the contemplation in his eyes as he put together what Scott was asking and why. "And now you're wondering what I plan to do with you," he surmised. "That's a good question." He stepped closer, watching Scott with a smirk playing on his lips. "You're right, Jimmy has plenty to keep him occupied now, and I can do whatever I want with you. I could send you back to the mines if I wanted. Or maybe I'll keep you safe in the cage for the last few months, just to make sure you don't run away after all."

Scott couldn't stop his flinch at the thought, and Fwhip's smirk faded. "That was - even as a joke, that was out of line. I'm sorry."

"It's - it's okay," managed Scott. His heart was pounding so hard that he wondered if Fwhip could hear it, and he took a deep breath. Fwhip was only teasing him, and if he ever did seriously consider it, Scott knew Jimmy would have plenty to say on the matter. Never again, Jimmy had whispered reassuringly in his ear after more than one nightmare. You'll never have to go through that again. I promise.

Scott took another deep breath, relaxed the hands he hadn't realized he had clenched tightly, and let the tension fade away from his expression. It was a harmless comment about something that would never happen - especially if his plan worked out. Fwhip had brought him to the house in the first place because he'd had a use for him. Scott knew the best way to stay where he wanted to stay was to convince the king that, even if his original task had run its course, it was still worthwhile to keep him around.

He hadn't spent much time with Fwhip directly, but every time he had, there was something intriguing in the air between them and something enticing in Fwhip's gaze. Scott was good at sniffing out the possibilities in the way people looked at him, and he was good at twisting those possibilities in his favor, and he took a gamble now on the possibility he was confident lay in the way Fwhip looked at him.

"As you pointed out, you do have the power to do whatever you want with me. But I like it here." Scott dropped his chin ever so slightly, not enough to break eye contact but enough that he was looking up at Fwhip through his lashes. "Tell me, your highness," he said in a softer voice that purred with an unspoken proposal, "what would you ask of me, to earn the privilege of remaining here by your side?"

He could tell he was catching Fwhip's interest, and it was time to make a final move before leaving the decision up to Fwhip. Slowly, deliberately, Scott licked his lips and caught his bottom lip between his teeth before letting it go. Fwhip hardly breathed as he watched every movement, and Scott gave him a coy smile. He waited, watching Fwhip's mind whirl with the possibilities, and leaned into the touch when Fwhip took the last step forward and cupped his fingers under Scott's chin.

"That's a very bold offer," said Fwhip in a low voice.

"Offer? I'm sure I don't know what you mean," said Scott with a playful smile, and Fwhip's eyes glittered with amusement. "Like I said, I only wish to know what I can do to earn a place in your household. It's entirely up to you what to do with me."

"Is that so?" Fwhip leaned closer, and Scott's heart was pounding again, for a different reason this time. It wasn't even deliberate when his breath hitched and his lips parted, but he still took satisfaction in watching Fwhip's pupils expand at the sight. "Then what should I do with you, I wonder?"

"Anything you like," breathed Scott, and he wasn't certain anymore that his performance was still a performance. He trusted Fwhip, he realized, because he was a good man. He trusted Fwhip because Jimmy trusted Fwhip, and Scott trusted Jimmy. And with those layers of trust in place, the thought of willingly giving in to the power Fwhip had over him was making him lightheaded.

Scott hadn't sought an audience with Fwhip expecting to discover something new about himself, but he wasn't terribly interested in introspection at the moment. He was far more interested in the feel of Fwhip's hand on the back of his neck and Fwhip's mouth moving against his, and when Fwhip pulled back from the kiss Scott leaned after him with a whine of protest he didn't realize he made until Fwhip laughed.

"As much as it pains me to say, I have a deadline I need to meet," said Fwhip against Scott's ear. "We can talk about this more after dinner."

"I look forward to it," murmured Scott. Fwhip kissed him again before stepping back. Scott got to his feet and left the room, and even as the door shut behind him he imagined he could still feel the king's heated gaze on his back. He wondered if the evening's promised audience would be one on one, or if Fwhip wanted Jimmy involved in the conversation - and didn't that idea bring up possibilities that Scott absolutely wasn't going to consider at the moment, because if he did then he was surely going to lose the capability to think altogether.

Either way, Scott returned to his room with the satisfaction of having his doubts assuaged. There were seven months left on Scott's sentence, and as he looked upon the last short stretch of his imprisonment, he was certain now that it would fly by.

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#empiresshipping #flower husbands #fwhimmy #scwhip #canary in the gold mine au #file: storm writes things

[proxductions]

“Love you in any Other lifetime”

summary: You once loved him with all your heart, and he still loves you deeply. Unfortunately, there's a misunderstanding between you two. While you see him as a friend, he feels something more.

pairings: Regulus Black x Muggle!F!Reader

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warnings/notes: angst because I absolutely love it. also lol reg is gonna speak french here because I stand by the fact he speaks it

Our love never had a chance in this life, but I'll love you in any other lifetime.

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People called you different. Bizarre, peculiar, strange... the list could go on,

Sometimes you questioned how exactly and why Regulus Arcturus Black became your friend. your only friend, to be truthful,

While you hated your weirdness, Regulus saw your 'weirdness' and realized it was the most beautiful thing about you.

Regulus sometimes questioned how and why exactly he came to fall for you,

When you called his name, he would be there within a split second. When you needed something, he would give it to you without hesitation.

It was finally sweet summer. You both had graduated and left Hogwarts a while ago, and it was finally time for a much-needed break.

You and Regulus were going out to have a picnic in an open field. You couldn't be happier. You had a book in your hand called 'Little Women,' which was a Muggle book. You were eager to read and show Regulus the book.

“Oh, Reg, you don't know how ecstatic I am!" you said while laying the dotted black and white blanket on top of the grass and smiling widely.

"I can only imagine, Y/N," he joked, then sat down beside you. He tucked a strand of your loose hair behind your ear, but it went unnoticed.

"Years of Hogwarts and the unbearable stack of homework we've been given...gone! Finally!" you laughed while finally taking out and putting down the "Little Women" book.

Regulus only hummed as he looked down, seeming distracted and lost in his own thoughts.

"Anyway, I was thinking about going to Italy again to meet my cousins. Italy is such a beautiful place. I'll start with that, and maybe I'll live there," you said, but trailed off when you noticed Regulus seemed distracted. He wasn’t talking back.

You turned your head and looked at Regulus. He had a look you couldn’t describe. He looked sad, but at the same time, he wanted to say something.

At that second, realization kicked in. You were stupid for not realizing it yet. You were alone in a beautiful field, and he was the one who strangely suggested the idea for the picnic.

You were truly stupid for not realizing it.

"No. No," you started, getting up quickly.

Regulus quickly got up after you. "Non, non, s'il vous plaît arrêtez et écoutez, s'il vous plaît!" he exclaimed.

"Reg, no!" you yelled back.

"I have loved you ever since I have known you. Ever since you stepped foot on that train, please, just say those four words!" Regulus pleaded.

"I can't love. I've told you this-" you replied, feeling conflicted.

"I have loved you," he had started again as you began to back away from him. "For years- I've never stopped loving you, y/n. Stop and listen for a second! Arrêtez de bou- Arrêtez de bouger - s'il vous plaît arrêtez de bouger!" Regulus pleaded, trying to reach out to you.

"I am not made for you! I am a Muggle, Regulus, a Muggle!" you practically sob out the last line, feeling the weight of your differences.

"Je m'en fous complètement! I do not fucking care, I don't! Loving you is the best fucking thing that has ever happened to me! You have been my light in the dark. The only hope I have is you!" he screamed out as he grabbed a hold of your trembling hands.

"Regulus! I don't love you... I can't change the way I feel. I'm sorry!" you had finally said with trembling lips. That's when it finally hit him.

He let go of both of your hands and kissed his teeth, feeling the pain of rejection.

“You know I’m-”

"No, no. I understand. It's okay," Regulus declared, cutting you off as he started to walk away from you, like you did to him.

"I'm sorry," you said, now feeling the hot tears spill out from your eyes.

Regulus looked at you and ran his fingers through his curly dark hair.

"You know," he started shakily. "You still would've turned my head in any other lifetime. Our love never had a chance in this life, but I'll forever love you in any other lifetime," he said softly as he walked away.

You bit your bottom lip as you heard this. He finally turned to leave.

#harry potter #regulus black #regulus black angst #regulus x reader #regulus headcanon #regulus being regulus #regulus x reader angst #draco angst #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy #angst

[pahtoosh]

an afternoon with Natty and cozy corner thoughts

[image ID: a photocollage with pink borders. from left to right there are photos of a pile of white and pink stuffed animals, Sebastian Stan licking a spoon, and a pink sweater with the words "strawberry milk" on it. /.end ID]

18+

masterlist

wc: ~1660 words

warnings: no plot. just vibes. the word "daddy" is used once in the beginning. Bucky carries reader.

a/n: when I say there is no plot I mean there is no plot. also I'm thinking of writing some Lee x little!reader fics, would any of you read that? I love Lee so I'll probably do it anyway but I am curious!

pairing: mafia!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader

summary: a day in the life of Bucky's baby where Natasha babysits you for an evening

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Bucky was always grateful for his money, but he found a new appreciation for it when he met you. Before, he’d buy fancy watches and cars he didn’t need to feel something. Now, he was less interested in his personal spending and utterly devoted to spoiling you. 

Most of this spending was done on your playroom. Bucky made sure every square inch was exactly what you wanted. He even did the whole project himself, partly because he didn’t want to trust someone else with something this important, and partly because he wanted the pride of knowing that he did this for you. Him. Not one of his employees or some fancy designer. Just your daddy doing something sweet for his baby. 

You loved everything about your playroom; however, there was one corner that stood out. 

This corner of the room had one of those rugs protecting you from the hardwood, but you barely made contact with it because of all the other soft things Bucky had gifted you with. There was a beanbag chair, floor pillows, blankets, and so. many. plushies. It became your favorite part of the house. Whenever you felt overwhelmed or scared, coming to this corner and burying yourself under the weight of your fuzzy friends always helped. 

Bucky knew how much this space meant to you, so he made a silent promise to keep it well-maintained. He kept the proper plushie cleaning supplies on hand, and only his most trusted employees could wash the blankets and pillow coverings while you two were away. He also stuck to buying you stuffed animals that were made of a fabric you liked, large, and without any hard or overly detailed bits. He wanted you to feel like you were laying on the softest cloud. 

Not all of your plushies fit his rigid expectations, though. You had your plushies from before Bucky became your caregiver, gifts from loved ones, and if you saw a plushie you wanted, Bucky would always get it for you. Sometimes you’d get poked by a dragon scale or land part of your body on a dense plush and part on a flimsy one, but your stuffies were your friends. And you could simply say “excuse me, miss rabbit” and place her next to your stuffed lizard while you placed the much softer elephant plush behind your back. 

It was 5 pm and Bucky was on his way home. Natasha was lucky enough to be in charge of watching you while Bucky was working today. He always had at least one bodyguard stationed to protect you. You weren’t always aware of this, as Bucky didn’t want to scare your little self, but he felt it was necessary. If you weren’t aware of the bodyguard, it was because you were feeling a bit bigger. On those days, the bodyguard only had to keep an eye on the security cameras outside and occasionally send someone to check the perimeter of the house.

Today, you were feeling very little. You were especially clingy towards Bucky in the morning, crying whenever he tried putting you down. He hated leaving you like this, but he had a very important deal to manage and his associate surely would’ve pulled out if he wasn’t there in person. He called Natasha because she could provide the companionship and protection that you needed. You were still fussy when Bucky tried handing you off, but Natasha’s promise of playing games and ordering pizza convinced you to let go of Bucky. 

Throughout the day, Natasha texted Bucky pictures of what you were up to. He especially loved the picture of you cuddled up to Natasha with the most wondrous look on your face as you rewatched Aladdin for the thousandth time. It was killing him that he couldn’t come back to you right away or even stop to take a call, but he couldn’t risk alerting more people to your existence and possibly putting a larger target on your back. 

On his car ride home, however, he immediately facetimed Natasha so he could hear your voice and see your sweet face. He was disappointed when he didn’t see or hear you. Usually, you’d insist on being the one to answer the call or be hiding just off-screen, but unable to cover up your excited giggles. 

“Where’s my baby?”

“My day was great, thanks for asking.”

Bucky huffed. He didn’t have the patience for her sarcasm today. She knew how much he’d been missing you, and she and Bucky had been close friends for so long to the point where these formalities were unnecessary. 

“Real funny, now put them on the phone.”

“Your baby’s asleep in their pile of stuffed animals, we had a dance party and they wore themselves out.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes slightly. “You danced to their disney playlist?”

“I merely observed and kept an eye out for any threats like you hired me to do,” Natasha said, nonchalantly looking at her nails. 

Bucky chuckled to himself, he knew Natasha was softer than she let on, especially with you. Your little self was just so loving and kind, it was impossible to not melt into a puddle of goo around you and do absolutely whatever you wanted. He sometimes came home to the two of you taking a nap together with you clinging to Natasha as she laid on the side closer to the door and shielded part of your body with hers. 

“Alright, Natty I’ll be there in three minutes and I want you out of my house by then.” 

“Yeah I didn’t wanna see your sick face in person anyway.”

With that declaration of gratitude and undying friendship, they hung up leaving Bucky to think about what he’d do with you when he got home. He gave the chef the night off so he could make you your favorite pasta. Bucky didn’t always have the time or energy to cook but relished the moments where he could do it for you. The simplicity and domesticity of it all made him feel grounded. It also made him feel good to provide for you, and he couldn’t resist your hums of satisfaction or when you’d say that no one made pasta as good as he did. 

Although, it wasn’t dinner time yet, and Bucky’s perfect baby was currently dozing off in a mountain of softness. He hoped you’d be up for staying in the cozy corner for a while and maybe watching a movie there after dinner. He couldn’t wait to snuggle up with you in your nest. 

The car finally pulled into the driveway and Bucky sprinted inside the house, up the stairs, and to your room. You were exactly how he pictured, nestled in the middle of your stuffed animal pile with a blanket covering you and a plushie in your arms. As to not disturb you, he quietly went next door to his room so he could change into some cuddle-appropriate attire. When he came back, you were slowly waking up, blinking away your tiredness. 

“Natty?” you croaked. 

“Hey, munchkin, it’s me.”

Your face lit up as you gasped and made grabby hands towards Bucky. He joined you in your pile, caging you in his arms as he peppered your face with kisses. 

“Did you miss me, bubs?”

You grabbed his face with your hands. “So so so much!” 

He scrunched his nose as you returned his flurry of kisses, inviting you to end your attack with one kiss on the bridge. He joined you under the blanket, arranging you so you were laying on his chest. 

“What did you do with Natty today?”

Bucky listened as you gleefully told him what you and the redhead got up to. You told him all about the dance moves Natasha did, your eyes widening when you realized what you had just said. He managed not to crack a smile when you made him promise not to tell Natasha that he knew about her dancing today. She hadn’t sworn you to secrecy, of course. You just caught onto the fact that she didn’t show parts of herself to other people and assumed that she was shy. While you weren’t entirely correct, Bucky loved how observant and considerate you were. 

Eventually, your stomach grumbles alerted Bucky to the fact that it was dinner time. He carried you downstairs and let you sit on the counter as he prepared your pasta. He let you pick music to play while he cooked, dancing with you as the water boiled and sneaking a kiss every now and then. He also let you stir a few times and place a garnish on the two dishes. 

“This looks delicious, bubba! Thank you for helping me cook.” Bucky held you as you wiggled happily from his compliment. 

You skipped to the dinner table with Bucky following behind, carrying the food. Following his caregiver duties, he pushed your chair in for you and poured some juice into a sippy cup. He also decided to feed you because you were still feeling very little. 

You ate your pasta without any fuss like a good baby, even letting Bucky wipe your face with a damp cloth after and saying thank you. He carried you back upstairs and gave you a quick bath before changing you into some pajamas and sitting you on the bathroom counter as he took a shower. He wanted you to wait on the bed, but you didn’t want to let him out of your sight. 

Your full belly and warm bath were starting to make you sleepy, but you powered through it so you could soak in this time with Bucky. After he was clean and dressed, he picked you up again and put you in the same position as before in your cozy corner with you on his chest. This time, he brought the tv remote with him and put on one of the animated films you had been dying to watch.

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[whataperfectwasteoftime]

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!reader (From the Control 'verse)

Rating: M (no smut, but let's keep it over 18 for this fic in general)

Word Count: 700ish

Warnings: established relationship, BDSM relationship, D/s dynamics, total power exchange relationship, hurt/comfort, reader is having a bad day

A/N: IDK, I always think of Control!Marcus when I'm having a rough time. This is just a little drabble that I wrote on a business trip cuz I needed a bit of comfort, and here we are. Gif is from Graceland, because GOD i love this skinny little unhinged bastard so much

The letters on your latest case file are starting to blur together. Even when your brain is able to un-jumble the shapes into a familiar word, that word has lost all meaning. You're that tired.

This case is eating at you. There's something simple you've missed, you just know it, but the more you stare at the details, the less it makes sense. There has to be a connection. There has to be. Otherwise, you'll never solve it and recover the stolen paintings.

You flip uselessly through the pages, hoping for a miracle, but all you find is the same case details that you've read five hundred times in the span of eight hours. There has to be something, you're just too stupid to see it, you think, as desperation sinks in.

"That's enough," a soft voice interrupts your negative internal monologue, and suddenly Marcus's hands are on you, and fuck, it's like they're magic, the way your muscles seem to relax the moment you feel the weight of them resting on your shoulders.

"I... I have to--"

"You've done all you can tonight," Marcus says with finality, and although you know he's right, your first instinct is to fight--to rage against the constraint, to keep pushing your boundaries, to not quit until you're at a stopping spot.

You open your mouth, ready for an argument, but every protest dies on your lips before you can voice them. Fuck, you're tired. Instead of fighting, you slump forward in defeat with a pathetic whimper, resting your head on your arms over the loose pages of the case file.

You feel Marcus circle around the desk chair until he's crouching beside you. "Arms around my shoulders," he orders quietly, and you obey without thought, leaning into him and allowing him to take your weight as he lifts you into his arms and carries you to your bed, laying you down on the sheets.

A few overwhelmed tears find their way down your cheeks when you feel him gently removing your clothes and covering your nude form with the blankets. He reverently removes your collar, and you whimper at the feel of its comforting weight leaving your neck. You know it's not safe to sleep in, but you want it back--that gentle pressure that reminds you that you belong to someone, and oh, that someone takes such good care of his possessions.

"Go to sleep, little doll."

"But Sir--"

"Don't argue back," Marcus chastises gently. "Don't I always do what's best for you?"

You bite your lip and nod hesitantly. "Yes, Sir."

Marcus presses a soft, lingering kiss to your temple. "It'll be there in the morning. You did such a good job today, but it's time to go to bed."

You swallow past the lump in your throat and close your eyes. "You do take good care of me," you whisper, voice full of emotion. "Thank you, Sir."

"Hey," comes Marcus’s soft reply. "It's okay."

You feel the bed shift as he slides in next to you. His lips press against your forehead again in an action that could barely be called a kiss, because a kiss belies an action, an event. Marcus's lips on your skin simply are. It's a state of being, a constant comfort. His mouth rests against your brow and it causes you to burrow closer, seeking more of him.

"Why?" you whisper--a secret fear of yours. Why is he so attentive? Why does he show his love this way--through such an intense form of caring? You want to understand, sometimes, because a small, anxious part of you is still afraid that this will end, that he'll get tired of you, or at the very least get tired of loving you in this specific way.

You feel the little huff of Marcus's amusement against your forehead.

"Because you're mine," he answers simply.

You still don't understand how you got this lucky, but you nod in assent nonetheless.

"Good girl," Marcus whispers. "Keep your eyes closed for me. It's time to get some sleep."

You melt into the pillows at his praise, at his gentle command. All Marcus has to do is say the word, and you're utterly relaxed. His hand comes up to palm your cheek, his thumb brushing back and forth against your cheekbone as you surrender.

You don't remember the moment you fell asleep, but you do remember that his lips never once left your skin before you did.

#marcus pike #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike fanfiction #the mentalist #the mentalist fanfic #pedro pascal

[queenofmistresses]

A/N this is a very selfish one, just completely venting in the form of a fic ngl, enjoy!

Today was… well I don’t even know anymore. I feel like there’s a knot in my chest and like I’m completely alone. I hate this feeling. Sometimes the feeling goes, it’s reduced to just a thought in the back in my mind, I can feel other things. But it’s always there. And sometimes I have days like this. Days like hell. Where I don’t want to move. Days where I want to hide under my blankets like a child and be left alone by the world.

I don’t go to school. My mum lets me stay in. I don’t think I could face them. I ask her to tell the sheriff to tell Stiles so he’s not waiting up for me. I miss him on days like this. The only thing I want in the world when I’m like this is, him. Just spending time with him. He makes me feel safe, and comforted. But I don’t know how to tell him that. What if he doesn’t want to? What if he’s busy? What if he’s doing something important? What if he doesn’t care? A million thoughts run through my head in a sea of loneliness, cringe, I know. I just don’t know what I can listen to and what I can’t. So I let myself sit in it, and hide.

There’s a knock on my door, probably my mum saying goodbye to me before she has to go to work. I hate being alone, even if it’s just for a short amount of time, when i get like this i feel abandoned when I’m left alone. I don’t respond, she knows I don’t like to talk much like this. The knock is more of a warning for me.

I hear the door open slowly, and a weight comes down on my bed. “Y/n?” That’s not my mum. I slowly peek my head out of the covers and look at him. I feel myself reach my breaking point and start to tear up.

“Stiles?” I ask, not entirely sure that I believe he’s here, without me even asking him to. He nods and smiles gently at me.

“Hey love, your mum said you’re struggling today. Thought I’d come and see if you’d like some company? If you want me to go I can, I understand if you want some space but I’d like to be here if you want me.”

A part of me yells to tell him he can leave and that I’m fine. Telling me he’s just doing it because he has to, not because he wants to. But by now I’m almost sobbing and before I can stop myself I’m nodding and holding my arms out for him.

He leans down and holds onto me tight. Moving me so that I’m lying on top of him and he holds me against his chest tight, kissing me lightly on my head. He’s murmuring sweet words at me, telling me he loves me, I’m not a burden, he wants to be there, that everything will be okay in the end. Everything I need to hear but would never admit out loud.

He holds me there most of the day, even letting me fall asleep on top of him, we watch some TV, my favourite show, and he keeps reminding me everything he said before, every time just as I’m beginning to forget.

There’s still a part of me telling me it’s a lie, but Stiles telling me that it’s not true, that he loves me, makes me feel better, makes it easier to cope with that voice. I feel so much safer with him, and by the end of the day I feel so much better.

#stiles stilinski fluff #stiles x reader #teen wolf fic #stiles fanfiction

[jamiewintons]

Peace & Quiet (Jamie Winton/F!Reader)

Summary: You’re dealing with sensory overload, and Jamie helps you out.

Tags/Warnings: Fluff. Autistic!Reader. Autistic!Jamie Winton.

A/N: This isn't much, but I’ve been going through a lot of sensory overload over the holiday season and having certain members of my family not care. So I like to imagine Jamie caring for me to cope 😌. Hope you enjoy!! (Disclaimer: This is based on my own experiences with autism and sensory overload.)

Word Count: 567

Jamie Taglist: @pink-booty-butts, @demontoucansam, @the-fandomgremlin (Please fill this form out if you want to be added!)

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While you were on the drive home from the supermarket, Jamie already knew how you were feeling, without you even saying anything. You often had trouble speaking when you were like this, so Jamie was glad that he knew the signs.

The supermarket had been particularly busy today, bustling with lots of people, and he could see your stress growing each time someone brushed past you. He knew very well that somehow, the sound of people talking loudly made the lights seem too bright to bear. He knew because he had days like this too.

In the car, Jamie made sure to turn the radio’s volume down to 0, and tried to keep as quiet as possible. Your gaze was fixed on your hands, resting in your lap, your expression essentially blank as the two of you made your way home.

Once he’d pulled up in the driveway, Jamie walked around to your side of the car and opened the door for you. You looked up at him and he gave you a sweet smile. “Why don’t you go inside and sit down, love? I’ll bring the shopping in,” he told you in a soft voice.

Though you still weren’t feeling up to talking, you gave Jamie a look that he knew meant “Are you sure?”

“It’s fine, there’s only a couple of bags. Just go and make yourself comfortable, alright?”

You reached your hand out to brush against the fabric of Jamie’s jacket, an expression of gratitude, and most importantly, love. After you got out of the car, he walked you to the door and unlocked it, allowing you to walk inside. As Jamie went back out to collect the groceries, you went and practically collapsed on the sofa. You still felt a little bad for not helping him, but at the same time, so thankful for how much he cared for you.

You weren’t sure how long you were sitting there, but out of the corner of your eye you could see Jamie walking around the room, closing the curtains so that the light from outside didn’t bother you. After he was finished with that, he disappeared for a moment, before reentering the room, and kneeling down on the carpet in front of you.

“Love, do you want your blanket?” he asked, and you saw that in his hands, he was holding your weighted blanket. You nodded, and Jamie carefully placed the blanket on top of you, and already, you could feel it helping. “Do you want me to sit with you?” He knew that sometimes you just wanted to be alone in times like this, but once again, you nodded.

Jamie took his place on the sofa beside you and immediately, you moved yourself closer to him and rested your head against his shoulder. His hand came to rest on top of your head, beginning the gentle, rhythmic stroking of your hair that never failed to help you feel calm.

“Thanks Jamie,” you mumbled, once the two of you had been sitting there in silence for some time. Though your eyes were still closed, you smiled when you felt Jamie’s lips press gently against your forehead.

“No need to thank me, love. I’m just doing exactly what you do for me,” Jamie whispered, as you adjusted your weighted blanket so he was underneath it as well. “But I am glad that I could help.”

Requests for fics/drabbles, headcanons, and character preferences are currently OPEN!

#jamie winton x reader #autistic!reader #jamie winton imagine #jamie winton fluff #jamie winton fanfiction #ymata imagine #you me and the apocalypse imagine #ymata fanfiction #you me and the apocalypse fanfiction #x reader fic #x reader fanfiction #mari's stuff

[fandomficsnstuff]

Witches And Wizards - 23

(Warnings: Fluff, fluff and more fluff! A bit of angsty fluff, I think, but otherwise this is a pretty fluffy chapter too, I think)

Note: I once read parts of a fic where the reader has magic and goes back in time, meeting Merlin. I sadly can’t find it anymore. Also Fred didn’t die in this.

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The one thing she now hated about Hogwarts was the stairs. The stairs that had previously filled with awe and amazement and wonder were now the bane of her existence. Or rather, her left leg’s existence, as she refused to use the Floo network for everything, determined to make it on her own, as she had when she was a student. She winced a little at the pain in her leg as she walked down the last few steps, papers in one hand and cane in the other, leaving her unable to grab the reiling when she felt her foot slip on the last step, her eyes widening and she let go of the papers in an effort to catch the railing to steady herself when someone helped her to it. She looked up to see who had caught her, helping her get steady on her feet again and she grinned “Professor Emrys! It appears that you showed up just at the right time” she stated with amusement once she got steady, beginning to lean down to pick up the papers she dropped when Merlin bent down and gathered them for her “I-I was looking for you, actually” he admitted, gathering them neatly before standing back up, yet he didn’t give the papers to her. “Really? What for?”

“I-I was wondering-... w-what-... has anyone… done anything about your leg? Is there anything that helps?” he asked with a small frown and some hesitancy but she just smiled at him “well… warmth sometimes helps, such as a blanket over my leg or something like that. Though it seems that it gets much worse the colder the year gets” she admitted, Merlin nodding, staring at her with a soft expression and she smiled again, glancing at her papers before looking back up at him, clearing her throat lightly “Professor Emrys, unless you want to take a quiz on the unknown side effects of Angel’s Trumpet and the danger of unknown plants and how to recognize them in the wild then I think you ought to return those papers to me” she joked, Merlin snapping out of his daze, blinking as he nervously nodded but he offered her his arm instead on her left side “are you going to your class?”

“I am, yes.”

“Would you mind if-”

“Not at all” she said with a warm smile, looping her arm in his, still walking while leaning on her cane and Merlin frowned at it “you can lean on me if you need to, I won’t mind, I promise” he stated and she chuckled lightly “thank you, but I couldn’t do that to you. Besides, you’re on the wrong side of me. My cane is in the opposite hand of the leg that hurts because when I lean on it, it lifts up my leg so I don’t have to walk too much on it. Many make the mistake of walking with the cane on the same side as their injured leg or foot, even though, in reality, it only puts more weight on it” she explained plainly before frowning, yet with a smile “I’m sorry, the nurses at St. Mungo’s were very-... strict” she admitted nervously, Merlin just smiling at her. He stopped walking, shifted the papers to his other hand, moved over on the right side of her, took her cane and replaced it with his arm, smiling at her in a way that made every single cell in her body flutter like a butterfly, a large grin on her lips that Merlin willingly drowned in. “Thank you, Merlin” she said softly, leaning on him as she would with her cane. “A-And nothing helps?”

“They say the tibia bone was shattered, cracked in several places. They said some splinters appeared to have made their way into my muscles. They removed them but couldn’t be certain if I would ever walk normally again. Honestly, I’d just settle for a day without pain now” she joked with amusement and Merlin forced a smile, a feeling of regret and guilt taking root in his gut. “You once agreed that it was possible to have a life before the one we’re living,” he started and Ophelia looked at him casually, nodding before looking ahead again as they continued to walk “what if-... d-do you think someone could-... have wronged someone in one life and make up for it in another?” he asked hesitantly and she frowned before shrugging lightly “that depends on the wrong they wanted to right, I suppose…”

“Hurting someone…”

“Intentionally?”

“No, but-... letting it happen, not doing enough to prevent it from happening…”

“Well, if they tried to help, I don’t think it’s a wrong… if they stood by and just-... watched… then yes, I’d say it’s a wrong, but if it wasn’t intentionally and they tried to help in some way, or wanted to and simply couldn’t for their own life’s sake or someone else’s, I’d say they were brave. Many people do nothing but stand to the side and watch. Trying to help, whether it’s successful or not, is always a brave thing” she admitted softly, smiling at Merlin in a way that made him melt inside “whatever wrong you feel you have to right, I don’t believe there’s anything to right to begin with. From what I know, you’re a good man, your parents raised you well” she complimented and he smiled shyly at her before looking down “I never knew my father… my mother raised me until she had to send me away, for my own safety…”

“I’m sorry to hear that…”

“It’s alright, she had a friend who took care of me… he taught me everything he knew. All that I know is thanks to him” he stated with a smile and Ophelia grinned “is that why I don’t remember seeing you at Hogwarts? You were taught privately?”

“Y-Yes, I suppose…”

“Who was your teacher? A former professor of some sort?”

“I-I suppose. His name was Gaius and-” he stopped talking as she suddenly stopped walking, frowning at him and he frowned right back at her, though secretly his heart raced with anticipation and hope. “What is it?”

“Nothing, I just-” she trailed off, looking off to the side and Merlin took a step closer with a hopeful look in his eyes “what? What is it?”

“I feel like I know that name, that’s all” she admitted with red cheeks and Merlin could barely contain his joy, grinning at her as she blinked, looking back up at him, frowning yet with a smile “I suppose I might’ve known him in this ‘past life’ we’re talking about, I don’t know why else I’d feel familiar with that name” she admitted nervously, Merlin grinning as he took her arm once again, continuing to lead her to the greenhouses, stopping by the large tree inside the Herbology wing, just outside the greenhouses with the plants used for teaching, and she grinned at him, taking the papers and her cane from him “thank you, for walking with me, it was a great help for my leg” she admitted, Merlin nodding with an anxious yet happy smile, the two just staring at each other with grins until some students began to snicker and whisper, making Ophelia snap out of her happy little bubble “right then, thank you for helping me with my leg, Professor Emrys. I’ll see you at lunch?”

“I look forward to it, Professor Black” he stated curtly and he could just see in her eyes how happy it made her to hear that title, he had imagined it would, of course, but actually seeing it… nothing could compare.

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She limped towards the table as the students gathered into the Great Hall, a frown on her brows and she winced a little at her leg, on her way to the seat Neville was already in when someone gently touched her shoulder and she turned. Her heart raced when she saw him and she smiled. He moved to the right side of her and extended his arm, making her laugh and smile, taking it and briefly leaning her head on his shoulder before walking with him, he even pulled the chair out for her, sitting next to her with Hagrid on the other side of her. “Thank you, Professor Emrys, both for helping me and for pulling out my chair” she stated with a grin, Merlin nodding with a smile of his own “it was my pleasure” he stated with a grin of his own, Hagrid watching the two of them interact with a small frown. Ophelia wasn’t one to be comfortable around just anyone, or even let them touch her, even if it was to help her walk with her leg. She’d rather throw herself down the Grand Staircase than accept help from a stranger, even if they were her coworker, and Molly had been the one to help her after she woke up and got out of St. Mungo’s, the only one Ophelia had allowed to help her. Molly had told him of how cold Ophelia had become, like a piece of her, a vital piece, was gone. How she barely let anyone touch her anymore, even to help her stand, how she barely gave a genuine smile, her eyes empty and blank. But she had accepted his touch, even leaning her head on his shoulder briefly; he hadn’t seen her do that since her boyfriend Jaime died at the Battle of Hogwarts and with what Molly told him, after waking up, she’d rather suffer the Cruciatus curse than get close to anyone new in her life. Or old. “So, Professor Black, how did the class go?”

“Quite well, actually, Sprout taught them all well, but that’s no surprise, she’s a brilliant woman and skilled with plants of all kinds. It’s a shame she retired” she admitted with a small frown, Hagrid looking between the two with a confused frown before clearing his throat, gathering their attention “she said something about not being able to see the school the same way after Dumbledore died” he announced, trying to become a part of the conversation and Ophelia frowned, nodding with a sad look in her eyes “I can imagine that, even being back here feels-... distant” she admitted with a small frown before quieting down as food appeared on the tables. She put various kinds of food on her plates, at least one of each, aside from a few things she didn’t like, and Merlin smirked. She still wanted to taste everything to figure out what she wanted to eat the most, not wanting to miss out on something new that she might like. “Merlin, could you pass me the gravy?” she asked softly, Merlin nodding, none of them noticing how Hagrid choked on his food at the first name. “Are you sure? I don’t think you’ll like it” Merlin admitted as he handed it to her and she narrowed her eyes at him with a smirk “I may surprise you yet, Professor Emrys” she teased and Merlin smirked as she poured some of the gravy on her plate, watching her with utter amusement as she tasted some of it, immediately gagging, Merlin handing her a napkin and she subtly spit the gravy out and quickly drank some water to try and wash away the taste. “Merlin’s Beard! That’s horrible” she admitted quietly with a laugh and Merlin smirked. She always hated the-

“The texture is like sand in flavored water” she whispered with a laugh, Merlin nodding with that same smirk “it is” he agreed, smiling at her with utter adoration as she subtly wiped her tongue with the napkin, cringing at the gravy that had touched some of the other food on her plate “fuck” she muttered and Merlin smirked, sneakily reaching a hand over her food and she frowned at him as his hand hovered over the food with the gravy on it, she looked back at the hand that hovered over her food, not seeing the way Merlin’s eyes glowed for a brief second but when he removed his hand, the gravy was gone. Ophelia’s eyes widened and she looked at Merlin in shock “how-... how did you do that?! You’re a non-verbal who doesn’t need a wand?!” she asked with shock, Merlin’s cheeks growing red under his black stubble beard “I-I suppose-”

“You ‘suppose’?? You’re making it very hard to catch up to” she teased, while Hagrid was still in a shocked state, unable to say a single thing as he just stared at them, mouth half open as Ophelia began to eat, looking to her side to look at him, frowning “you’re not hungry?” she asked and gestured to his plate casually, Hagrid snapping out of his daze, blinking, a frown forming on his face before slowly picking up his fork and knife, confusion still written all over his face as he began to eat. Ophelia gave Merlin a small smirk, shaking her head with a grin “a non-verbal and wandless” she muttered with amazement, smiling at him “you’re quite the man, it seems, Professor Emrys.”

“I’m only trying to live up to you” he stated and she laughed, throwing her head back briefly as she grinned “me?? I’m not a non-verbal! I can do one jinx and it’s only defensive, and I certainly can’t cast any notable spells without a wand” she stated through her laughter, Merlin remembering the blue sparks she used when they reached the cup of life in Camelot… blinding the guards for enough time for Merlin and Lancelot to get the upper hand from the start. He smiled at that memory, watching her eat, barely getting anything to eat himself, too caught up in admiring her while he could, overjoyed to find that everything about her seemed the same, the changes she went through in Camelot had stuck with her instead of when she had first arrived, back then she was barely allowing a hug or compliment to be given to her, the very idea of any conflict had her running for the hills. He wondered if she still needed Sleeping Draught, she still used it before she-... before the crystal cave.

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Her eyes were closed tightly, squeezed shut as she gripped the armrest of her lounge sofa by the fire, tears running down her cheeks as she gritted her teeth while Madam Pomfrey was applying a cream to the slightly deformed knee and the area closely above and below it, both of them hoping it’d soothe the pain once it was through the skin. “Is there anything else-”

“NO! I’m sorry, I mean-... ‘no’, thank you” she managed through gritted teeth and Madam Pomfrey nodded with sad eyes “do you want company?” she asked fondly and Ophelia was silent for a few seconds before stiffly shaking her head, her breathing shaky as she clung to that damn armrest like her life depended on it “no, thank you, I-... I feel as though I’ll shout and scream and-... I-I’d like to be alone” she managed to utter, Madam Pomfrey nodding, standing up, giving her shoulder a comforting, sympathetic squeeze as she handed Ophelia a small vial with some liquid in it “here, drink this, dear, it’ll give you a few hours of sleep and peace. I’ll check on you after lunch, it should have worked by then” she stated comfortingly before leaving the room for lunch. The second the door was closed Ophelia managed to cast a silencing charm on the room before screaming in agony at her leg as it felt like it was being crushed slowly, tears running down her cheeks as she sobbed in pain, managing to chug down the liquid in the vial before dropping it on the floor, eager for it to work and put her to sleep.

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Minerva noticed how Merlin looked from side to side, not as subtle as he probably thought himself to be and she leaned closer “is there a problem, Professor Emrys?” she asked calmly, Merlin looking at her, cheeks burning a little red under that black stubble as he cleared his throat awkwardly “no, sorry, just-... where’s Professor Black?” he asked, Minerva hesitating while glancing at Madam Pomfrey further down the table before looking back at Merlin “she’s currently-... indisposed. Not to worry, Professor Emrys, she’s in the best of hands” Minerva comforted before going back to eating, Merlin hesitating before nodding to himself. He ate everything on his plate as though he was a starved man before filling it once more, only the food he picked was everything Ophelia would have picked if she had been there, Hagrid easily noticed that. Merlin excused himself and got up, walking through the castle and to the seventh floor in the Astronomy Tower, stopping in the hallway with the tapestry of the wizard and his ballet trolls. He wandered around for a while, back and forth, when suddenly the wall in front of him changed, a door appearing seemingly out of nowhere and he hesitated before leaning closer to it, knocking on it, waiting outside. “Professor Black? Are you alright? I’ve brought you some lunch” he called, knocking again, a frown on his brows as he reached for the handle, finding that the door was unlocked. He hesitantly peeked his head inside, frowning with worry when he saw her laying in front of a fire in her room on a couch, sweat covering her body, cheeks red with dry tears, eyes red and puffy. Her cane was leaning against the wall, close to the hallway and the door, not too far from the fireplace she was laying in front of. He hesitantly put the food down on the large table in front of him and closed the door, walking over to her. She looked absolutely exhausted, like she had been running all her life without a break and finally passed out. Like she had been in excruciating pain before her body shut down. “Ophelia?” he asked as he kneeled down in front of the fire to be by her side, ignoring the burning warmth he felt from being so close to the fire, his hand reaching up, intending to cup her cheek but when he touched it, he felt how sticky it was. “Ophelia??” he gently gripped her cheek, a constant look of worry on his face as he shook her slightly “Ophelia?! Ophelia-”

“It’s alright, Professor Emrys” he spun around to see Madam Pomfrey, a small smile on her lips as she walked in and walked over to Ophelia. “I gave her something to make her sleep through the pain, it’ll be better by the time she wakes up, but it won’t be for another few hours” she admitted, reaching down and laying a hand over Ophelia wounded knee and even through all the layers of clothes and fabric, she could feel the heat coming off of it. Madam Pomfrey nodded to herself and retracted her hand, giving a soft, caring smile at the unconscious Ophelia. “She was a Prefect of Ravenclaw, you know, always whipping her friends into shape, but I suspect she got up to much more than she let on, especially once she became head girl, and turned a blind eye to much of her friends’ pranks and mischief” she spoke softly, Merlin smiling at the words, nodding and without thinking, he responded; “I know, she told me. She beat Cho at Seeker in Quidditch, too” he mumbled, Madam Pomfrey frowning at him “how do you know that? She hasn’t talked about her school years since the battle” she asked with suspicion, Merlin’s cheeks and ears growing hot and red as he looked at her, a look of panic in his eyes “no, I just- s-she’s mentioned it, a-a while ago, that is… over breakfast, I think it was” he muttered quickly, Madam Pomfrey narrowing her eyes at him as he looked back at Ophelia “I see…” she muttered with suspicion before looking back at Ophelia “well, best let her rest for now. Come on, Professor Emrys” she began to turn to walk out of the room when Merlin didn’t follow her and she turned to see him gently shake his head “no, I’ll-... I’ll stay with her” he muttered, Madam Pomfrey studying him closely before nodding to herself “well, suit yourself, Professor Emrys, if she was comfortable enough to share her school years with you, I suppose she wouldn’t mind, though I would of course ask you to not disturb any of her things and respect her privacy” she nodded to herself again and left the room. Once she was gone, Merlin let out a heavy breath, hesitating before allowing himself a brief moment of how it used to be, gently tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, his thumb gently brushing against her cheekbone and the sweaty, sticky skin, a small sigh leaving him. His eyes glowed briefly and a cloth appeared in his hand and with a single look, the cloth grew damp and he began to wash off the sweat and tears on her face so she’d wake up a little more comfortably. It was only then that he realized something. The room he was in, her room, was almost like the one she had in Camelot, only built upon and modified with a few things added, since it was now possible for her with magic to add different things she desired and wanted, a gramophone standing near the desk in front of the large window, resting atop a small shelf with three shelves in it, all of them filled with large, paper-thin squares, no doubt containing the music he knew she had missed so dearly in Camelot. He frowned yet with a smile, getting up and looking around. The table he put the food on, the walls were the same stone and the same color, the floors had been turned from stone into hardwood and the ceiling expanded upwards in a glass bubble, the evening sun somehow shining down into the Room as well as from the two windows in the Room itself. Outside of the window behind her desk, which was filled with only God knows what, was a training yard, the sun was setting over the grassy field but he recognised it as the training yard Arthur almost made him deaf in, with how many times he hit him on the side of his helmet, he could still hear a bit of the ringing in his ears if he tried to imagine it.

#Merlin #Merlin BBC #Merlin x Ophelia #Ophelia Black #HP #Harry Potter #HP fic #Merlin fic #Merlin the Show #Merlin x OC #Harry Potter Fanfic #Witches and Wizards

[winchesterandpie]

Quiet Experiments

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x plus size!reader

Word Count: 1009

Warnings: sooo self indulgent, insecurities, soft Bradley.

Requested by anonymous (sort of--I already had this in the works when I got the request, so if this doesn't suit what you had in mind, I'm sure I'll write another thing sometime soon, just lmk)

A/N: The people have spoken and you wanted this fic first! The Jake fic I have written will probably come out later this week, possibly next weekend, we'll see. Anyways, I get insecure somewhat often and I write myself bits of comfort with fictional characters to help. I can never quite figure out what to have them say, but I'm reasonably happy with how this turned out. Hope you enjoy!

It was your usual movie night with Bradley, and you were cuddled together on the couch. You lay bracketed by his legs, resting on his chest with your head just under his chin. He reached over the back of the couch for a blanket to spread over you both.

“Thanks, handsome.” You tipped your head to kiss the underside of his jaw. 

He hummed contentedly and wrapped his arms around you under the blanket. 

“Need anything before I hit play?” you asked, reaching past his shoulder for the remote.

“Nah, I’m all set. You?” He kissed your hairline.

“All good here. After all, I’ve got everything I need right here,” you replied, squeezing your arms around him.

His head leaned back against the arm of the couch and you could see the blush creeping up his neck. You smiled softly as you watched him, pressing feather-light kisses to his neck. Even after several months together, he still got bashful with every compliment. You were happy to take advantage of the side benefit that came with expressing your affection for him.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he said, finally lifting his head back to a comfortable angle.

“I love you too.” You looked at him sweetly before snuggling into him again. “Alright, now I’m pushing play.”

Bradley laughed as the movie started playing. You loved to pull that sound from him, especially when it rumbled through his chest.

As he settled, his hands started to pass up and down your back. He scratched your back gently, the paths of his fingers distracting you. You could hardly even pay attention to the movie, melting into his hold. Any tension was seeping out of you effortlessly as he mindlessly rubbed your back.

Well, at least until his hands drifted to your hips and you tensed instinctively. You could go for a long while without thinking about your insecurities, but you were viscerally aware of them now. His hands on that part of you made it so you couldn’t feel anything but the extra weight you carried.

He didn’t give any indication of picking up on it, but he did move his hands back up from your hips. He spent a few minutes at your shoulders with a slow back and forth. You relaxed again, letting him pull the tension out again. 

Then his hands slid down to your hips again, and you tried not to tense up. The cycle repeated a few times, almost like he was experimenting with your reaction. Your muscles tightened every time, so if it was an experiment, it was certainly coming to a repeated observation. Neither of you was really watching the movie anymore.

Eventually, his hands settled on your hips, his thumbs slipping under the hem of your shirt. 

“What’s up, sweetheart?” he asked at last.

You slumped against him, knowing you were found out. “Sorry,” you mumbled, not really knowing what to say.

“Hey, no, there’s nothing to apologize for. Just talk to me,” he encouraged gently, his fingers still tracing shapes into your skin.

“I just…” you hesitated still, unaccustomed to voicing your insecurities. To his credit, Bradley didn’t push, waiting for you to find the words you needed. “I just don’t like how jiggly everything is. It’s not even because you’re so solid and toned and just gorgeous. I was like this long before I knew you, I just… I hate how fat I am.”

He was quiet for a minute, just tracing mindless lines on your skin. You were uncertain as you waited for his verdict. It wasn’t exactly a small thing to have hidden for this long, and it didn’t help that you’d had bad responses from other people you once trusted.

When he said your name, you pressed your face into his chest, hiding away. “I love how soft you are. It’s one of many things I love about you.” He paused, letting his lips linger on the top of your head as he picked up again. “You are so wonderful. You’re incredibly smart, you’re funny and kind and beautiful, and you remind me of all the good things there are in the world.

“If you want to work out more and get more ‘toned’ or whatever then I fully support you and,” he emphasized, pausing to repeat the conjunction, “and it will never change how I feel about you. I love you whether you are as wonderfully soft as you are now or whether you are rock solid. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, and the only person I will ever want.”

“But--”

“There are no buts,” he interrupted gently, but firmly. One hand encouraged your head up, then propped you up when you acquiesced silently. Bradley’s eyes searched yours, assuring you that he meant every word. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You couldn’t help the tear that slipped free. He caught it with his fingers as they skimmed across your face. You knew that soft words on one occasion wouldn’t free you from a lifetime of insecurity. You also knew Bradley Bradshaw, and you knew and trusted that he would be in your corner with this, just as he was with everything else.

He kissed you then, and you could’ve sworn you short-circuited. His fingers traced the planes of your face while his other hand settled at your back, pressing you into him. He kissed you lazily--like he had all the time in the world. You certainly weren’t going to be the one to stop him.

When you parted, you watched his eyes drift back open to find you. He smoothed your hair back, kissing your lips again sweetly, then your forehead. You settled back into his chest, just in time for the movie’s big moment.

“You’re sure I’m not crushing you?” you couldn’t stop yourself from asking, desperate to make sure you weren’t hurting him by lying on top of him. “I’m kind of heavy.”

He huffed a quiet laugh and kissed your head again. “That’s okay, sweetheart. I’m kind of strong.”

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They all have different sleeping arrangements so even if a bed that fit all three of them was available (and affordable) they wouldn't be able to co-exist on it for long.

Steve's the weird sleeper and resident log. His positions are nothing short of creative and the kid can fall asleep almost anywhere. Upright if he has to - he has had to. He's the blanket thief, the subconscious cuddle fiend and the person most likely to roll off the bed. Without waking up. Jonathan worries he'll concuss himself one day, while Billy's just glad the bastard sleeps like the dead and no amount of manhandling him into place can wake him up. And even if it does, Steve's half-asleep brain is only good for following instructions of the 'Move, you're crushing me' kind before knocking back out. There's a secret album tucked away somewhere, filled with sneaky shots of Steve sleeping - from cute to mildly disturbing - and Jon is intent on growing his collection.

Billy's almost the opposite. A fairly unsafe household made a rabbit-light sleeper out of him and the smallest sound can rouse him. Slipping silently into bed after him is a tough endeavour so Jon sometimes settles for curling up on the couch in an attempt to not disturb his boyfriend's slumber (Billy gets few hours in on the regular as it is). But that too backfires sometimes because the man is somehow acutely aware of his surroundings even while asleep. Sound, light, tactile stimuli. He'll throw a hand over the empty side of the bed and his body will shutter awake at the absence of Jonathan. He's stalked out to their bedroom plenty of times to hound his idiot men off to sleep and drag one of them to bed for cuddle purposes. It doesn't start that way though. He's never been pressed about being affectionate or romantic while doing something as mundane as sleeping. Until them, that is. At some point a warm weight next to him becomes imperative for a good night's sleep and it pisses him off to no end. If the other two notice, at least they don't mention it.

Jonathan's fairly normal by comparison. Besides being an incorrigible night owl and coffee addict, he doesn't have nearly enough quirks as his boyfriends. He's gotten better at shutting off his brain too, aided by Billy and Steve no longer indulging in his little nightly talks that tend to devolve into 3 am philosophical debates. Leave it to Jonathan and he can keep anyone awake with his rambling. And asleep Jonathan is very much still Jonathan so, of course, he's a sleep talker. Steve finds it endearing and Billy tolerates it, but there are still very few things that fluster him as much as hearing them recount all the strange shit he spews in his sleep - it ranges from cute, to nonsensical, to vaguely ominous. He warns them beforehand, of course, worried it'll startle them, but besides Billy bemoaning his life for sharing a bed with a sleep talker and a tornado, and the occasional nightmare they have to rip him out of and hold him through (and the only ones he has to be held and rocked after are the "No no no, Will, no" ones) it all goes smoothly most days.

And even when, yeah, they're all strange in their own ways and working around each other can be a pain sometimes, there are nights where they'll try to crowd into the same bed. Maybe Steve needs to be bracketed and kept in place like an unruly child, Billy demands they both stay with him and refuses to give them an explanation why, or Jon needs two pairs of arms around him to ease the tremors, but either way, they try. They don't ask questions, just take up the flanks and check on each other through the night, and they always, without fail, end up waking in a soft, warm tangle of limbs after the best sleep of their lives.

Jon doesn't really know when they started looking for bigger beds and why, but a joke about 'California King' fitting Billy and Steve to a T turns into the three of them splayed out onto an Koehler mall display, feeling more comfortable than ever.

"Misters... Uh.." The store employee starts, unsure how to go about the situation. Out of the three of them, the blonde is scariest and his glare says 'i dare you to say anything' so the kid scrambles for something other than 'stop being gay on our furniture'.

"Uh y-you can't wear shoes on top of our displays, sir. Please."

Steve lifts his head from where it's stuffed against a pillow, trackmarks already on his face, and grins at the poor kid. "I'll take this one."

- V (also the nurse Jon anon, lol)

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i just want to take a nap with venti, kazuha, albedo and thoma if you write for him, it would b so soft 😭 gn reader <3

authors note ⊱ ngl same.................

characters ⊱ venti, kazuha, albedo, thoma

warnings ⊱ completely safe! enjoy!

rating ⊱ sfw

venti

he likes it when you doze off on his shoulder, resting in his lap; it’s very comforting to him to have your weight on him

alternatively: loves to also rest in your lap and doze off

(honestly he’d also doze off on your shoulder when you two are out at night together)

always strokes your hair every time you fall asleep together, and he will keep doing it until his eyelids feel heavy

loves to sing you lullabies, it doesn’t matter if they actually work or not; he just feels very happy and fluttery each time you agree and let him, especially when you begin to softly lean into him with a yawn as he pets your head and gently sings

when in bed, he likes to tangle his legs with yours, and he doesn’t care who is big spoon or little spoon, so long as someone is spooning

a very deep sleeper, it takes a lot to rouse him

he sleeps on his side, and changes which angle he’s facing every so often in his sleep

you start off cuddling, but throughout the rest you’ll have to draw back to each other

if you’re not feeling well, he’ll automatically suggest taking a nap together, and he’ll hum and brush your hair out of your face over and over until you fall asleep

likes to nuzzle his face into your neck whenever he can when you nap together, if he’s conscious enough

kazuha

he likes to ‘nest’ with you, tangling up with you in the middle of piled-up pillows and soft, cozy blankets

everytime he falls asleep with you, he will cling onto you and never let you go throughout the entire rest, always keeping himself glued to your body like a koala

but he can easily fall asleep almost everywhere, due to his time as a wanderer; he could nap with you in the grass, or against the large roots of an oversized tree, or just on a plain couch or even a chair

prefers naps with a little bit of sunlight, soaking it up like a cat, but he doesn’t like it when it blinds his eyelids

will whine half-asleep each time you shift, moving with you to make sure he doesn’t go without you; he doesn’t really fully sense he is doing it, he just knows that he doesn’t want you to stray too far from his arms

if you nap together against a more unconventional place, like the aforementioned tree roots or on grass, he’ll always offer his chest or his body in general as a place for you to rest, so that way you have a soft, make-shift pillow, or so that you don’t lay your head against the ground

in winters, he leeches your body heat, and you will notice that his hands and feet are pretty cold when you make physical contact, but it might make you squirm when freezing fingertips grasp onto your warm skin or icy toes bump up against yours

always sleepy and lazy when he first wakes up; he’ll leave lethargic, messy kisses across your skin, and his hair is always a little skewed

will hum appreciatively if you pet his hair or stroke his back while you sleep or cuddle together like this

albedo

he’s a little embarrassed by this fact, but he tosses and turns in his sleep

he also doesn’t like sleeping anywhere that isn’t comfortable

doesn’t take naps very often, his sleep schedule is pretty nonexistent; ‘naps’ are usually just eight hour sleep cycles reserved for daylight hours because he forgot to go to bed at a normal hour, lost in his wonderings

but sometimes he needs a very short one to just keep going

regardless, he is more than happy to nap with you, in fact, he appreciates the idea of being in the comfort of your company

likes to spoon you with both of you facing each other, hooking his arms over your back so his hands rest on your shoulderblades

his exhales are always very deep when he sleeps

it’ll always start as cuddling but then when you wake up, you’ll find him in strange angles, like on his stomach, arm crossed over to the side and another stretched underneath a pillow, with messy, ash-colored hair that has a few new tangles

if you’re a light sleeper, you might have a hard time getting used to him constantly moving around while he’s asleep

sort of a light sleeper himself, though; he’s sensitive to any sound as a defensive habit, but he’ll ignore movement on the bed

likes to kiss you the moment you’re both awake, leaving sleepy but passionate smooches against your jaw and mouth, cupping your cheeks in his hands, doing it over and over until you giggle breathlessly against him

likes to cuddle a little more before you actually leave the bed

appreciates the attempt to hold him while he sleeps, but any attempts at holding him or him holding you end up being thwarted by his own sleeping habits

thoma

loves naps, but rarely finds the time for them

he’s always busy doing something, so he ends up procrastinating them until it’s too late for him to take a nap

not to mention he has a tendency to stay up some nights just to meet certain responsibilities that he sets for himself, even though he very well could retire

but, if you ever ask for a nap, he’s dropping almost everything just to join you; it’s a good reminder to take breaks, every now and then

naps sort of give him a sense of nostalgia, it reminds him of the ones he would take in his childhood

doesn’t really move a lot in his sleep, and he likes to sleep on his back, sometimes his side if he’s in the mood

really likes it when you stretch on top of him or rest your head against his neck, shoulder, or chest; it’s nice

falls asleep very easily; it doesn’t take much to wake him up, but he’s also not going to wake up at every slightest thing, either

he likes to hold your hand before he falls asleep, and he will just rest one arm over your waist

doesn’t mind if you toss and turn or snore, he just rolls with it and doesn’t let any of it bother him

sometimes wakes up while you’re still sleeping, and he’ll just gently stroke you or kiss you very softly on the forehead

will squeeze you to him when you wake up, giving you one of those sleep-thick sounding laughs as he jokingly says good morning

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Heart Like yours

Tengen+wives x Male reader

Summary- everyone has times of self doubt but not everyone has the support system as the one M/L has around him

Warnings- self doubt, comfort, polygamy, cute shit ahead

A persons mind can often be their own worst enemies, filling out thoughts with false information, making ourselves think that darkest and deepest nightmares we keep hidden away are real. The mind can often be a sly trickster, making people shy away and isolate from the ones they love because they don’t feel worthy, something M/N knew too well.

More often than not he tries to push these feelings aside as silly thoughts but sometimes theirs just isn’t a voice of reason when it comes to internal conflicts, For M/N he was too scared to bring his inner conflicts to his partners, he believes that they have enough to deal with being Kunoichi and a Hashira they deal with nightmares that plague and walk among humans, keeping civilians safe from the monsters in human skin, M/N couldn't bare the thought bringing his partners down with him, he didn't want to be the reason they fell behind so he tried to cope on his own. Never wanting to burden his loved ones with pent up emotions he kept under lock and key, always putting up the front of their loveable husband, he felt unworthy. Unworthy of their love fill glances, unworthy of the constant deliration of their affection M/N felt himself spiral into a pit of despair wishing to be the husband they all deserved, he found himself picking apart his appearance and personality, every night while Tengen and his wives slept M/N would find himself still awake, staring to the ceiling and letting his mind run wild with the constant what ifs. What if they realise im not good enough? what if they don't really love me? what if? biting the back of his hand to silent his sobs M/N finds himself sneaking out of the grasp of Makio and Suma, Slowly stepping over the bodies of Tengen and Hinatsuru who were cuddling close together, before sliding the Shoji closed M/N looked back to his partners has they all slept basking in each others warmth with a fond smile "Sleep well my loves" Making his way outside M/N found a quite spot leaning against the wall looking out onto the garden, finally alone he began to let the tears and emotions he had hid out, finally being able to let it all out with out worrying his partners and without the glances of pity. After letting it all out M/N could only let out small sniffles as he looked up to the sky full of stars, being in his own little world he failed to notice the lingering figure behind him until he felt the heavy weight of a blanket being wrapped around him as someone wrapped their arms around his wait brining him in to their lap "You need to be careful my little bard, Can't have the village's best performer catching a chill" wiping his eyes he looked up to meet the fuchsia coloured eyes staring back at him, looking to Tegen with a weak smile M/N turned his attention back to the stars slightly moving out of Tengens grasp "my apologises Lord Tengen, I just wanted to look at the night sky"

Letting out a sigh and reach out for M/N again Tengen took his hands into his own while resting his chin on his partners head "I really do wish you'd tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours, It hurts us all to see you shut us out and deal with things on your own" Feeling his eyes brim up with tears M/N tried to hold in his sob but couldn't, Why didn't he notice his partners hurting because of his own actions sooner? maybe his thoughts were right, Sensing his partner was lost in their spiralling thoughts Tengen gently turned M/N round to face him as we cupped the two sides of his face while placing his forehead against M/N's "You are not a burden to any of us, I know sometimes our minds can make us assume the worst but no matter what we all love and care about you" Brushing his thumb over the his cheeks to wipe away the stray tears Tengen lightly places a kiss on his Husbands forehead before bringing both their hands and placing them on tengens heart "My heart beats for you along with our three wives, without you four my heart would not beat anymore" using his free hand to rub his eyes M/N looked to Tengen with a small smile before apologising "I'm sorry my love, I just wish I could be the man you all seem to see" "Oi you are that man and you always will be!" Looking behind them M/N could spot his three wives with Makio standing in the middle with her arms crossed while Suma stood with tears in her eyes while Hinasturu stood looking at both M/n and Tengen with a look of pain from hearing how her husband felt about himself, Making the first move Hinasturu kneeled beside the pair while taking M/N's face into her hand and began to stroke his cheek as she softly spoke "I know its easier said then done to look at yourself the way we see you but please know that you don't need to deal with these thoughts alone" as she motioned around the room to her other partners she began to speak again "We are all here for you, just like how your always here for us and us for each other because that's how we work"

"y-yeah! we love you M/N"

As M/N sat there letting Hinasturu's and Suma's words sink in he finally broke down in Tengens lap while also hiding his face in Hinasturu's neck while stumbling over small apologies for letting things reach to this point while he also felt the arms of Makio and Suma join in the group hug "I-I'm sorry" before M/N could continue on Hinasturu Lifted his face brining it up to hers as she placed a small kiss on his cheek

"you have nothing to apologise for my love, Let it all out, We're here for you in sorrow and joy"

Makio then took a hold of his arm while placing a kiss on his shoulder blade "In sickness and in health"

Suma then wrapped her arms around M/N waist and dug her face into his side "To love and to hold!" Tengen then reached to turn M/N's head to face his while placing his hand above M/N's heart "Till death do us part" Letting out a small sniffle while looking around to his partners M/N wipes his eyes once again before looking to them all and uttered out the last of the vow the all made to each other "Forever and Always my loves" Letting out a small chuckle Tengen was the first to stand, Taking M/N's hand in his own he began to lead everyone back to their shared room "come now, It's time for us to rest before we have words tomorrow over breakfast" As they all made their way back to their shared toom and made their way to the shared bed they all cuddled up to M/N while he cuddled up to Tengen, after a few softly spoken words they all slowly began to drift into a much needed sleep but before M/N let his eyes rest he looked to his partners once more feeling his heart swell with love, He really was lucky to have partners such as them who were the ultimate safety net, how he was glad he gets to spend eternity with them and hoped to get to spend another eternity with them in another life.

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