#i have to take a one hour nap before work or else i'll be very drowsy </3 but thats one hour i could be doing something

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

hello i really really enjoy your work, thank you for taking the time to write all of these beautiful pieces. can i request for lando x reader where the reader prioritise her sleep so much rather than eating so lando has to keep a look out and keep reminding her to eat , thank you again 🤍🤍

Naps > Everything Else - LN

Initially when Lando first met y/n, he knew that she slept a lot. The woman will put sleep above and before all else, which is sort of fine because she works from home and so long as she completely her tasks by the deadlines, she can sleep as long and as much as she pleases.

So when she comes into his streaming room and catches his attention, he's not surprised that she's just came to tell him she's going to have a nap.

"Ok, I'll try to keep it down then." Lando smiles as he momentarily pulls her to his lap for a kiss. "Are you done with worth for the day?"

"Yeah, I submitted everything for approval so it's all good." She nods with a yawn and small smile.

"Alright, well you only had a small breakfast and I don't know how long I'll be on here so can you set an alarm to wake you up to grab some lunch?" Lando asks softly earning a small nod. He would set an alarm himself to wake her up, but waking her up from a nap is nothing short of risking his life.

"Ok." Y/n nods before she leans in kissing him before she stands up. "I'll bring you something through when I do."

"Thank you baby." Lando smiles before she disappears from his sight. "Alright, y/n is going down for her post-work nap. So I can't be shouting anymore."

"Your girlfriend has a nap time?" Ginge asks making Filly laugh. "Here, I'm not hating her for it. But I mean you just sent her down for a nap like she's a toddler."

"Mate, when I say my girlfriend would choose sleep over anything else. I think if someone offered to put her in a coma, she'd pay them to keep her in the coma for as long as humanly possibly." Lando states and he's really not joking. "She's actually not been eating enough recently so I have to remind her to eat all the time."

"Aww...that's actually quite cute." Filly states making Lando hum.

It's not till 4 hours later that Lando is reminded of his girlfriend's nap and how it seems to overran what is was supposed.

"Hey, I thought you were getting your sleepy girlfriend to make food. Where's she at?" Filly asks which makes Lando jump and grab at his phone checking the time.

"Ah, fuck. Fuck. She's still asleep. Fuck. One second boys." Lando gasps tossing his headset into his chair as he stands up and rushes off out of sight.

Y/n finds herself being woken up in a way that she is less than impressed about but Lando knows one of the reason she is so tired is because she's not eaten enough to give herself energy.

"Alright, baby. Time to get up." Lando sighs softly making her whine a little sounding very unimpressed. "I know. I know. But you gotta wake up and eat, baby."

"I'm not hungry." Y/n states immediately, not having a moment of thought of hesitation in wanting to put sleep ahead of her need to eat.

"You are hungry. Don't make me drag you out of this bed."

"You're being so mean." Y/n states, her mood switching from sad to grumpy as she realises he's not going to let her get away with sleeping more.

"I know. I know I am." Lando hums then sighing since he knows she needs to eat but he is being a bit harsher than usual. "How about...you wake up and come cuddle with me while I finish up the stream then we grab something to eat?"

Y/n looks at him before sighing and nodding since the initial upset of being woken up is wearing off, plus the woman will never turn down a cuddle with her boyfriend as a means of a pick me up.

He carries her into his gaming room and smiles at the camera knowing he was gone for longer than he really wanted to be.

"Hey, guys. I'm going to finish up. Y/n and I are going to eat. So I'm going." Lando explains while y/n watches his screens with a small smile, slowly perking up since she did sleep a lot.

It's not as if she doesn't like to eat, or she's purposely avoiding it. It's just sleep is so precious to her and she would choose sleep over anything else every day of the week.

-

Travelling for races gives y/n good excuse to sleep whenever the time allows. She'd never sleep through a second that Lando is out on track, she'll watch him religiously. Holding her breath sometimes when he's on a qualifying lap because they can go wrong in the blink of an eye.

But right now they're only on the flight over to Texas from Monaco and y/n is curled up against Lando, her arms hugging around one of his as she hides her face in his shoulder to block out some of the light while his hand rests on her inner thigh almost keeping her as close to his body as possible.

Though when they get food given to them he gives her thigh a gentle but firm rub to stir her from her sleep and get her to wake up and eat with him.

"Come on, baby. We gotta eat before we land." Lando states then patting her thigh and almost shaking his arm to loosen her hold which momentarily tightens while her face almost digs into his arm as she wakes up before she lifts her head up and yawns looking at the food.

Y/n detangles herself from being so wrapped around his arm before she shifts to the food and yawns a little, smiling as she picks up her utensils for the food.

"Sleep good?" Lando asks since while he has to be the one to wake her up, he does prefer to be in a good mood when she is up and awake.

"Yeah, I like sleeping with you even if you're not asleep too." Y/n smiles tiredly before taking a bite of the food.

One thing that's always nice about making sure y/n eats is that she does actually return the favour, even if it's slightly unnecessary because Lando knows for his job he's got to maintain a certain diet and eat so much because even just in a race he can lose a couple kilos from sweat and fluids.

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Y/n going home while Lando visits his own family, he knows that her and her mum have a longstanding feud about her choice of sleep over eating.

Her mum hates that y/n will sleep through family meal times and admittedly in y/n's younger years, she was rather aggressive with her parents about interrupting her precious sleep time.

So when Lando arrives at y/n's parents house, he maybe isn't so surprised to find her dad and brother amused, her mum annoyed and y/n curled up with the family dog completely passed out.

"She hasn't eaten today at all." Y/m/n huffs crossing her arms with a glare at her daughter who is very clearly in a peaceful state.

"I actually think she has a healthy love for sleep." Y/b/n comments only to find a cushion being hurled at him from his mother. "Ah, I know where she gets the temper."

"Y/n! Your boyfriend is here, and I'm sure he's going to be able to get you to finally eat something since I never can."

Y/n hugs the large dog closer to herself before lifting her head with a smile.

"Hey, baby." Lando smiles as she begins to shift, making the moves to get up from the sofa.

Y/n yawns as she climbs off the sofa and over her dog who everyone is sure the family member she gets her sleeping habits from. Though the dog would never skip a meal for sleep.

"Get her out my house." Y/m/n grumbles making y/n roll her eyes and move to kiss her mum's cheek while hugging her tightly before she whispers something to her earning another grumble. "There's plates wrapped up in the kitchen for both of you. Will you two please eat before you go?"

"Yes, we will. Because y/n actually misses your food when she's not here to eat it." Lando states making her smile at her mum who finally flashes a smile as y/n kisses her cheek again.

"Come on." Y/n smiles holding her hand out for Lando before he takes it and she guides him through to the kitchen, though before she can reach the plates, she finds herself pushes back against the counter gently with Lando's body pressing to her front.

"Stop provoking your mum into bad moods. It's not nice and you know she misses you."

"But I'm tired."

"And you can sleep at other times..." Lando states since it is a point of tension between them. Y/n insists she is awake most of the time, though possibly more of a silent dead body in the corner type of position in conversations rather than actually being all that actively present with them.

Her dad and brother don't care, they think her being there is enough. But her mum very obviously misses her with her being gone so much so the few times she is home, Lando tries to encourage her to make the effort to eat what her mum makes for her since her mum always makes her favourite meals and to really be a part of everything.

"I did apologise just there." Y/n mumbles earning a hum before her brother appears.

"Oh christ! My eyes! My poor innocent eyes! Lando please stop grinding on my sister in a communal space!" Y/b/n exclaims covering his eyes and managing to walk into the fridge in a rushed attempt to flee the misinterpreted scene.

"We are not grinding, you muppet." Y/n laughs looking down at her brother who is on the floor.

Eventually he's scrambled out the room still yelling dramatically despite her having walked in on him doing much worse with a girlfriend in the living room when they were younger. Even just the memory of that moment makes y/n shudder.

"Alright, let's eat." Y/n smiles earning a nod from Lando while he nods since actually y/m/n is a criminally good cook, she prides herself on it and he thinks that it really does sting when y/n chooses sleeping over eating the foot she's made such effort to cook.

Truth be told, y/n will always sort of choose sleep and naps over anything else. Everyone has just sort of had to accept it, and while she has to be pushed into eating and it seems to be a responsibility passed from her parents now onto her boyfriend.

Lando is maybe more tolerant and easy going about it because she's never been as hostile as she was towards her parents during her hormonal teen years. But also it's maybe the closest thing that he can find to her having a flaw. It's something he can live with, especially since usually it means they always eat together and in the moments he does wake her up and she's not happy. He can cuddle her until she is less annoyed about it.

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i have to go to sleep wails 

#i have to take a one hour nap before work or else i'll be very drowsy </3 but thats one hour i could be doing something #like nothing!! #gn

[megalony]

Medic Mode

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine, requested by anon, I hope you will all like it. I tried to make it as fluffy as I could. Any feedback is always lovely.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Summary: While Eddie is at work, (Y/n) has a small cooking accident. And when he finds out, he looks after her and patches her up.

Enjoy.

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"Chris, I need to head off now. You be good for me and I'll be back tomorrow night, okay?" Eddie strapped his watch around his wrist before he crouched down beside the sofa where Chris was laid out. He was curled up in his pyjamas and dressing gown with a blanket around his legs. It was almost time for bed.

Eddie was doing a double shift, working twenty four hours straight from tonight until tomorrow night. It was going to be a killer, but it meant he would have the next few days off after this.

"Okay, love you."

"I love you too." With his hand pressed against the back of Chris's head, Eddie kissed his temple and leaned over to hug him before he got to his feet.

He had tried to take a nap this afternoon before Chris got home from school so he would be prepared to go all night and all through tomorrow. Eddie didn't sleep at the station unless he was doing a long run of shifts all meshed together. He couldn't very well turn up for a night shift and try to catch a few hours of sleep not long after he arrived, and he wanted to be rearing and ready to go when he got there.

He pulled back from the sofa with a lasting smile on his face for Chris before he moved towards the hall.

"Okay mi amor, I gotta go." His eyes focused on the hem of his shirt which he tucked into his trousers but when Eddie lifted his head, all the blood drained down to his feet. His lips suddenly went very dry and his jaw hung open but he couldn't find anything else to say.

Oh, that wasn't fair.

How was Eddie supposed to leave for a double shift when (Y/n) looked like that? She was burning her image into his eyes and leaving it cemented into his brain. How could he go out on a call and try to focus when his wife was at home looking that good? How was he supposed to head to work and not stay here when she looked that appealing to him?

The sight of her stood there like that was enough to make Eddie growl and rethink going into work tonight.

It was clear that (Y/n) had just gotten out the shower. She was wearing one of Eddie's plain cotton shirts and a pair of his boxers that were glued rather shapely around her bum. And his shirt hung off her left shoulder as if giving him a sneak preview of what he was missing out on but it was the way his shirt was bunched up over her hip and partly tucked into the boxers that made it hard to stay in control. He wanted to go over there and rip it over her head and drag the boxers down to her ankles.

He swallowed harshly as he watched (Y/n) pad barefoot down the hall, one hand tangled in her hair, brushing it back across her shoulder.

"Really?" His voice came out a lot deeper than he intended and he saw the confusion pool in (Y/n)'s eyes as she approached him.

"What?"

A shiver rolled down (Y/n)'s spine when his arms coiled around her waist and he dragged her closer until her chest bumped into his. His chin brushed against her shoulder and his lips attached to her neck as he absentmindedly leaned up and lifted her high enough that she had to push up on her tiptoes to balance against him.

The feeling of him breathing harshly and sucking at her neck had her knees going weak but when she looked at the watch strapped on his wrist, she knew he was going to be late if he stayed. And Christopher was still awake, they couldn't exactly do anything without him hearing or noticing. He was an observant kid.

"Baby you'll be late," She turned her head to look at him but he caught her lips in a kiss instead and she could feel his hands slip beneath her shirt. His palms pressed flat against the dip in her lower back before she felt his fingertips trace lower and dip past the waistband of his boxers she was wearing.

His shift was going to feel like a week instead of a day with (Y/n)'s image burned into his mind like this.

"Then you shouldn't entice me to stay." He growled and he felt (Y/n) suck in a deep breath when he took her bottom lip between his teeth. He was all prepared to leave until she walked out looking like this.

"Sorry baby," Sincerity flooded her voice while she cupped Eddie's face in her hands and pecked his lips again before she tried to wriggle out of his arms.

It didn't work. His hands slipped lower into the boxers until both hands had a grip on her bum and he stepped closer, pressing every ridge of his body against hers. When he dug his fingers into her flesh, (Y/n) rolled her lips together and pressed her nose against his cheek.

Maybe she should walk him to the door to make sure he actually left. It wouldn't do him any favours to be late to work when he had a clean track record so far.

She gave him a gentle nudge until he was walking backwards, his arms tightening around her waist with his elbows digging into her hips. Her hands reached up to rub across his chest and she continued to nudge him backwards while he stole kiss after kiss from her lips like it was the last time he was going to see her and he was getting his money's worth.

"Don't wanna go when you look like that. It's teasing."

He had to get his head in gear and rush into uncertain situations with this image of (Y/n) at the forefront of his mind. He had to save people and clean the trucks and tend to wounds and injuries and run into burning buildings, all while (Y/n) danced across his mind, looking like this.

"I wasn't trying to tease you baby… you're back tomorrow night, I'll be all your tomorrow."

"Hm, but I want you now."

A gasp tumbled past (Y/n)'s lips when one of Eddie's hands suddenly unhooked from her behind and reached up for the collar of her shirt that was halfway down her shoulder. With it being Eddie's shirt and two sizes too big for her, the collar was looser and easier to move. It let Eddie hook a finger into the collar and drag it further down her arm, exposing her chest to his prying eyes.

(Y/n) tilted her upper half back just as Eddie's lips attached to her chest. Both hands moved to his shoulders and she gave him a strong push until he had to reel back up and disconnect from her chest. She dragged the shirt back up her shoulder, hiding the view he had given himself which made him groan.

"Go to work, Edmundo."

Eddie moved one arm behind him to unlock the door and grab his keys from the lock. When the door opened, he begrudgingly let (Y/n) push him back until he was over the threshold like a lovesick puppy waiting outside for her. But the moment she was out of his arms, Eddie planted one hand on the doorframe and the other on the door. Preventing her from closing the door on him.

He waited until (Y/n) cupped his face in her hands and tugged him down to press a feverish kiss to his lips. She let him swipe his tongue across her lower lip, begging for entrance before she pulled back, mumbling a quiet 'I love you' and 'goodbye' against his lips before giving him a final nudge out the door.

One whole day.

How was he going to survive with that image burned into his mind and the desire bubbling away inside of him?

***

"Next one," Chris murmured and swiped his hand across (Y/n)'s phone until the next song started to play. He wanted the upbeat songs to play so he could dance and stim while they made dinner.

"Here you go baby."

(Y/n) set down the jar of mayonaise in front of Chris who was stood with the salad bowl in front of him. They had made their own coleslaw tonight, something Chris was starting to master. They hadn't quite mastered making their own mayonaise yet but that was next on their list.

"Save some for your dad," She reminded as he tipped half the jar into the bowl before he began to mix it in.

She always plated Eddie a meal up because she knew what it was like down at the station. He didn't always get a chance to eat with how hectic their days could be. Most of the time the team managed to eat lunch but not tea and Eddie would be hungry when he came home.

(Y/n) began nodding her head along to the music while she found a knife and began cutting up the chicken.

Her lips curved into a smile when Chris let go of the spoon and started to wave his hand at his side, curling two of his fingers into his palm as he began to stim. Chris didn't always enjoy cooking but sometimes, when he was in the mood, he loved being in the kitchen. Baking was something he preferred rather than cooking dinner and he loved making pancakes for breakfast.

"Dad home tonight?"

"Yep, he'll be back just before you go to bed."

She started humming the tune while Chris finished up mixing the coleslaw and began rocking back and forth as he sang the song.

"I think your dad-" (Y/n)'s words mashed into a scream when the knife slipped along the side of the chicken and pierced into the side of her hand.

Her body stiffened, her elbows pinned against her waist and her eyes snapped closed when a blinding pain scoured through the base of her left palm. Pain was all (Y/n) could feel, shooting through to her fingertips and down her wrist towards her elbow in electrifying bolts.

Fuck!

Her right hand began to shake when she dared to open her eyes that were already watering on impact. She blinked away the tears and tried to stare down at her hands but the sight made her gulp.

The knife had pierced into the edge of her hand just below her little finger and made a slice up towards her middle finger, right through her palm. The tip of the knife was still imbedded in her hand just below her finger and (Y/n) didn't feel anything when she slid the knife out and dropped it onto the counter.

She took three stumbling steps away from the counter so she didn't get blood all over the chicken. The last thing she wanted was to ruin dinner and have to make something else and take twice as long.

Blood poured through the grooves of her fingers. It trickled steadily down her wrist towards her forearm and splatters dropped down onto the floor at her feet.

"Mum, you hurt?" Chris stepped back and started to wave his arms at his sides and flap them like he was trying to take flight.

"No… no I'm okay baby… w-why don't you play a video game, while I clean up? Please?"

The moment Chris hurried out the kitchen, (Y/n) let her jaw slack and a small cry froffed past her lips. Her fingers curled tightly around her left wrist and she tried to hold her arm up in the air to stop the blood flowing down to her hand. Everything started to shake as the pain just kept flooding down with each thud of her heartbeat.

God, why did she have to go and hurt herself tonight? Why did she have to have an accident right when they were about to have dinner and when Eddie wasn't home?

He was a medic, he was like (Y/n)'s personal doctor. Whenever she bumped into something or had a fall or had any aches and pains, Eddie took care of her. He would go into medic mode and assess her and patch her back up. But he wasn't home right now. (Y/n) would have to deal with this herself and look after herself and Chris.

Her fingers curled around her left wrist in a death grip, digging her nails in until she was splitting the skin. She trudged across to the sink and turned on the cold tap.

Tears flooded her face along with a quiet sob when the freezing cold water trickled over her hand and made her arm pulse with each heartbeat.

The water didn't seem to help.

A river of burnt orange and strawberry red mingled in the bottom of the sink and splattered around the silver edges. The water allowed (Y/n) to have a clear view of her hand. The cut didn't look deep enough to reach any muscle or bone, but it was enough to cause blistering pain and when it healed, (Y/n) knew she would have a large scar through her palm.

She didn't want to go to the hospital. (Y/n) couldn't deal with an evening trip to the emergency room. It would be packed if she went now and she would have to take Chris along with her. That wouldn't be fair to him and she couldn't be bothered with the stress of waiting around for someone to patch her up.

If she could sort it herself, she would.

Scanning her eyes around the kitchen, (Y/n) kept her shaking, bloody hand beneath the water and scrunched her right hand around the kitchen roll in front of the kitchen window.

"One… two… three."

She counted herself down and pulled her hand from the water and held her arm high up in the air. Three sheets of soaked kitchen roll packed against her hand before she wrapped a further six or seven dry sheets of kitchen roll around her hand as tightly as she could to pack the wound together.

When she tried to grab the first aid kit from the top cupboard, it clattered onto the counter and split open.

(Y/n) grabbed a roll of bandage and tore it open with her teeth before she wrapped it around her hand from the base of her fingers, down to her wrist. Keeping the kitchen roll tightly packed behind the bandage to apply more pressure and be safe in case it kept bleeding.

When the bandage was wrapped, (Y/n) wound a tight lot of medical tape around it before keeping a teatowel tightly clenched around her hand. That would do for now.

It felt like her arm had been disconnected from the rest of her body. From her shoulder right down to her fingertips, her arm was thudding and pulsing and aching.

Tears streamed freely down (Y/n)'s face but she tried to wipe them away and take a few deep, calming breaths.

She tossed the bloodied knife into the sink and turned towards the chicken that she now despised. It was cooked well enough that she could shred it with a fork instead of cutting it with another knife.

She would tidy the kitchen after dinner.

***

Adrenaline sparked up in (Y/n)'s stomach when she heard the front door open and close with a bang. Eddie was home.

Her eyes immediately darted down to her left hand and she could feel herself shaking when she noticed spots of blood beginning to soak through the bandage. It was bleeding again. She wasn't sure if her hand had even stopped bleeding since she'd cut it, or if she had just packed it well enough to stop it from bleeding as fast.

Reaching out, she grabbed the teatowel and rolled it around her left hand to cover the bandage before she picked up one of the plates and started to dry it. She would sort her hand out soon. She wasn't going to worry Eddie the moment he walked through the door. He had been on a double shift, he needed to come home and sit down and have something to eat, not come home and feel like he was right back at work again.

"There you are."

Her lips curved into a soft smile when a pair of tense arms looped around her waist and she felt Eddie's lips smother the side of her neck.

Turning her head to the left, (Y/n) kissed his temple and brushed her nose against his damp hair. Her breathing hitched and her lips stretched into a wider grin when Eddie straightened up and almost pulled her off her feet when he dragged her back up against his chest.

"Missed you," He muttered lowly into her neck before he sank his teeth down between her neck and shoulder making (Y/n) swallow down a groan.

Eddie reached his hand up and hooked a finger beneath (Y/n)'s chin, tilting her head up so he could steal a kiss. Then another. Then another.

"Dad! Dad!"

He grumbled something against her lips but (Y/n) couldn't make out what he was trying to say. She kissed the corner of his mouth before she pulled back enough to look up at him with a tender smile.

"He's waited up for you." It had been hard to keep her hand away from Chris's perceptive gaze and try to tell him she had just scratched it and was covering it up so it wouldn't get wet.

But she had managed to get through Chris's evening routine without bursting into tears, no matter how badly her hand hurt or how much ir throbbed or felt like it was going to fall off. Chris had been settled in bed for the last half an hour with the tv on. He was waiting up for Eddie to settle him to bed and as always, Chris had managed to hear the door and knew the moment his dad had come home.

"Here," She kept the teatowel hooked around her left hand while she reached across the counter, as much as she could with Eddie's arms still bound around her middle and his chest against her back. She arched her bum out against him so she could grab the plate from the side and turned to hold it out to him.

He could let Chris have another five minutes watching tv so he could eat his dinner. It wouldn't do Eddie any good going much longer without something to eat. (Y/n) knew he wouldn't have had dinner at the station.

"Thank you." He caught her lips in another kiss before he slowly unravelled from around her and took the plate with a grateful smile.

"Dad!"

"Alright, alright I'm coming." His lips attached to (Y/n)'s cheek before he leaned round to hover over her ear. And (Y/n) could feel the way he grinned into her skin when his voice sent her knees quaking. "I'll be back for you later."

As soon as Eddie was out of the kitchen, (Y/n) moved to the cupboard and grabbed the first aid box again.

Her hands began to tremble when she carefully peeled away the tape and unravelled the bloodied bandage from her hand. Her skin was discoloured and felt like squishy jelly when she prodded at the skin. She had definitely cut the blood supply off for a while with how numb her hand felt.

Flakes of dried blood smeared into the grooves of her palm but fresh blood started to trickle down her hand and made her grimace.

(Y/n) didn't bother running her hand under the cold tap again. She found a fresh bandage and rolled it around her hand as tightly as she could manage and threw the old bandage and wads of kitchen roll in the bin.

Painkillers had taken the edge off earlier, but (Y/n) could still feel the throbbing, splintering pain shooting through her hand every now and then. And her fingers were constantly cramping and splitting from the numbess coursing down her hand.

She left the kitchen to make her way down the hall just as she heard Eddie saying goodnight to Chris. She passed Chris's room and headed into her and Eddie's room and turned the tv on low.

Her lips pressed into a thin line and scrunched up to one side in a grimace when she tried to pull her hair into a ponytail. She could barely get her left hand to move, let alone curl her fingers and wind a bobble between her fingers to go around her hair. A sigh passed her lips and she wrenched the bobble free and let her hair fan down across her shoulders. Her hair would have to stay down tonight.

She barely moved the covers to sit down in bed before she heard Chris's bedroom door shut and the sound of approaching footsteps.

Her eyes followed his movements as he stripped off his button up shirt and approached the end of the bed rather slowly. He crawled along the end of the bed and slowly caged her beneath him with his knees pressing into her legs and up her thighs. Until he was close enough to sink back on his heels with his knees digging comfortably into (Y/n)'s hips so he was sat on her thighs.

(Y/n) stayed silent and held her breath when Eddie raked his eyes up and down her frame and she bit her lip when she watched his tongue dart out across his lower lip. Her heart thudded in her chest as his hands moved to cup the sides of her jaw and she could feel his fingertips tracing along the top of her neck like he was drawing patterns into her skin.

He tilted her head back until she was looking up at him and his lips quirked up into a grin before he swooped down and captured her lips with his.

Her eyes fell closed and her arms weaved beneath his so she could loop them around the back of his neck and pull him closer. She could tell she almost pulled him off balance as his weight shifted to his knees that dug down into the mattress to steady himself. And his chest pressed down into hers, pushing (Y/n) back until she was slanted at an angle against the pillows.

Eddie seemed to steal each breath she tried to take until she had to knot her fingers into his hair at the back of his head and give a sharp tug. Earning a groan that allowed (Y/n) to take back a breath for herself, her lips barely touching his that panted against hers.

"You really missed me, hm?" (Y/n) panted against his lips and pulled his lower lip between hers just to see the way his pupils would expand and darken like swirling orbs in front of her.

"Been thinking 'bout you all day." Eddie's lips curved into a dark grin and he leaned down to kiss her shoulder as his hands worked their way down her sides. Grinning into her skin when he felt her squirm beneath him as he found her ticklish spot.

One hand curled around her hip as if to make sure she stayed put and didn't dare think about moving and his other hand scrunched up the bottom of her shirt, ready to rip it over her head.

But just as Eddie pulled his lips away from her skin, something caught the corner of his eye. He tilted his head down to the right and the smile started to fade from his lips that parted so he could pant and catch his breath back. He smoothed his thumb across her hip and leaned to kiss her shoulder before he moved to look down at the bed sheet.

There was blood on it.

"Why'd you stop?" (Y/n)'s voice stayed quiet, as if speaking any louder would break the atmosphere around them. She let her hands slide down to cup Eddie's neck and tilt his head back up so they were level again.

Reaching up behind him, Eddie let his hands curve around (Y/n)'s wrists but his smile morphed more into a frown when he felt something on (Y/n)'s wrist. He pulled her hands down from his neck and leaned to sit back on her thighs so he could hold her hands in front of him.

Why did she have a bandage on? What had she done? Eddie knew she hadn't been wearing that yesterday before he went to work.

"Baby, you okay? Did you have an accident or something?"

Eddie's fingers stayed curled softly around (Y/n)'s wrist and it was almost comforting to feel his thumb smoothing up and down the back of her hand. But when her hand still felt numb and touching it made the wound start to throb, she wanted to wince.

She had been hoping he wouldn't notice, at least not for a little while. And she thought it had stopped bleeding by now. (Y/n) could see the confusion pooling on Eddie's face as he brought her hand closer to his face so he could inspect the bandage that had been hastily wrapped tight around her palm. Blood was starting to pool like splattered paint in the middle of the bandage and it had soaked through into the bed when she had her hands planted down on the mattress a few minutes ago.

"Um, just a small incident- ow!" Her eyes snapped closed and she couldn't help the way she winced when Eddie tried to drag his fingertips across her palm. It still hurt.

"Oh, baby it's bleeding quite a lot. I'm gonna have to take a look at it." His features pulled into a grimace with his lips pressed together and his brows furrowed down in concentration.

(Y/n) kept her eyes focused on Eddie's bare chest while he turned her hand over so her palm was held between them instead of pulled up towards his face. Both his hands moved so one was gently cupping her wrist, keeping her hand steady, and his other hand started to unravel the bandage as slowly as he could so he didn't hurt her.

Reaching out, (Y/n) dragged her right hand up and down Eddie's thigh, raking her nails along his trousers until his leg twitched beneath her touch and his eyes darted to glance up at her and see what she was doing.

He let the bandage unravel and drop down onto his thigh and slide onto the bed but Eddie's upper lip curled in distaste and a deep growl vibrated through his chest when he looked at the problem. There was a large, gaping wound in the middle of her palm. The skin was discoloured and shrivelled up where it had been cut and it let Eddie see how deep it was. He couldn't see any muscle or bone, thankfully, but it was still deeper than he'd of liked.

"Fuck! Mi amor what did you do? Why didn't you say something when I came in?" There was dried blood caked all around her palm and in the grooves of her fingers but he was glad to see it wasn't bleeding steadily. She just have applied a bit of pressure and caused it to bleed slowly again.

"The knife slipped when I was making dinner. I… I tried to wrap it tight to make it stop."

Panic bubbled up in (Y/n)'s chest when Eddie let go of her wrist and moved to climb over her and get off the bed. She watched him stand beside the bed, but a gasp tumbled past her lips when he reached out and curled his hands beneath her thighs. He gave a sharp tug and dragged her to the edge of the bed and leaned forward so he could hook her legs around his hips.

He murmured a quiet but stern 'up' with one hand on her bum and the other on her lower back and he lifted her and sat her on his hips.

(Y/n) curved her arms loosely around his shoulders and pressed her face into the crook of his neck as her heels crossed behind his back. She closed her eyes and kept her face buried into his neck but her lips curved into a soft grin when she felt Eddie's hand move from her back to swat down on her bum.

"You should have told me," He mumbled quietly into her hair as he walked down the hall and turned into the kitchen.

"Didn't wanna worry you."

"Well I'm worried now."

He heard a small 'sorry' vibrate through his neck and it made him purse his lips and back down. He wasn't trying to have a go at her or be rude, but if she was hurt, Eddie wanted to know as soon as possible rather than wait and find out by accident.

When they reached the kitchen, Eddie moved over to the counter near the sink and carefully eased (Y/n) down so she was sat on the countertop. His hands gave her thighs a tight squeeze before he broke free from her legs and rummaged in the medicine cupboard.

He found the first aid kit and the dark green tupperware box where he stashed the extra medical supplies and some spare bits and pieces he usually brought home from work.

"Alright mi amor, let's sort you out." Eddie moved back between (Y/n)'s thighs and he felt her heels rest comfortably against his lower back between his hips.

He opened the two boxes on the counter and rummaged through to find what he needed before he grabbed a cloth from the side drawer and ran it under the cold water.

(Y/n) bit down on her lower lip and tightened her thighs into Eddie's hips when he started to dab the cold cloth against her hand to clean away the dried and freshly forming blood. Her free hand moved to cradle the side of his neck and she swiped her thumb up and down his jaw that was locked tight in concentration. She tried to study his features instead to take her mind off what he was doing to her hand.

Her hand moved to his shoulder and she groaned, jumping back on the counter when he dabbed an antiseptic wipe across the cut. It felt like he had just poured a bottle of salt onto her hand with the way it bit and stung at her cut. The feeling of Eddie's lips on her cheek soothed one of the many nerves going haywire in her stomach and she tried to focus on his thumb that started caressing up and down her wrist.

"Hand down on here, try and hold steady so I can put the suture strips on."

She did as requested and placed her hand down on the side of the sink and tried to keep her fingers stretched out straight and steady her arm. The last thing Eddie needed was to hold her arm down if she began trembling or pulling away when he tried to help her.

"Okay, here we go." His voice was soothing and rugged but when he pinched her split skin together, (Y/n) couldn't help the broken cry that spit past her lips.

When Eddie taped the first plastic stitch over the wound to hold the skin together, (Y/n) leaned forward. She hooked her free arm around the back of his shoulders and pressed her face down into the junction between his neck and shoulder. Her lips smothered his skin and panted into his neck while her eyes closed tightly so she could try and focus on the feeling of Eddie's soft, laboured breaths.

Eddie continued to work his way along the cut, pinching the skin and sticking the home remedy stitches along to take the wound together so the skin could heal and patch back up.

He could feel the way (Y/n)'s arm was trembling despite how well she managed to hold herself still and not pull away from the pain it caused.

Once it was done, Eddie grabbed a fresh bandage roll and started to wind it around the base of (Y/n)'s fingers, between the groove of her finger and thumb and down to her wrist. He wanted the wound packed and covered so it wouldn't get infected or split open again. He taped the bandage in place before he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of her wrist.

"All done baby."

"Thank you," (Y/n) murmured softly against his lips when he leaned forward to capture her with a kiss.

Her arms looped around the back of his neck and she used her legs as leverage to tug him closer until his knees bashed into the cupboard and his hips melted into her thighs.

"Now, where were we?"

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Everything I ever wanted

Pairing -> Husband!Tony Stark x Wife!Fem!Reader

Word count -> 2K

Summary -> During your pregnancy, Tony couldn't keep his hands off you, and neither of you could get enough of each other. Now that your twin boys are born, he wants nothing more than to have you pregnant with his babies again, and he'll let you know exactly how he's planning on doing that.

Rating -> Explicit (E)

Warnings -> Established relationship ~ Husband/Wife, age gap ~ 10 years, references to breastfeeding, use of pet name ~ Gorgeous, references to pregnancy/childbirth.

Smut -> Breeding kink, pregnancy kink, lactation kink, Daddy kink, drinking of breastmilk (sexual), dirty talk, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, implied aftercare.

A/n -> My deepest appreciation and love goes out to @ccbsrmsf1 for helping me with the ideas for this fic because this couldn't have existed without your help! From listening to my ideas to bringing in some of your own, you have helped me a lot! I love you so much 🩵

A/n 2.0 -> My requests are open again! Please consider that I only have 24 hours in my day, so it might take a while to get the new requests posted, but I expect to post them around February/March. I'll be looking forward to what you will all come up with, and I can't wait to start writing requests again 🩵

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Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | Read on AO3

You're sitting on the couch with your son, Joseph, watching TV and breastfeeding him. Next to you is your husband, Tony, holding the other half of your beautiful twin boys - Jacob. While your attention is divided between your son and the TV, Tony can only focus on one thing: the taste of the delicious milk your body produces.

It was relatively early on in your pregnancy that you and Tony found out he had a lactation kink, and as soon as your milk came in, he was nursing from you to get the edge off.

And now, as he's sitting on the couch next to you, there's nothing else he would rather do than wrap his pink, plump lips around your sensitive nipple to get every last drop of the precious milk he so much desires from your body.

"Careful before you drop him while you stare," you joke, and a bright red flush spreads over his cheeks as he knows he got caught staring. He adjusts his hold on his son, who is comfortably snuggled up in his dad's arms during his nap.

It's good that Joseph was quickly done drinking because while both boys were down for their nap, Tony pulled you into your shared bedroom for his fill of your milk. Soon, you're completely bare on the bed while he has one of your sensitive nipples in his mouth, sucking and drinking from you as moans tumble from his lips.

One of his hands has found its way between your legs, his thick, long fingers slowly thrusting in and out of your wet pussy, his thumb giving some attention to your clit. It's not enough for you to cum yet, but with him drinking from you, your pleasure is very much heightened in the process.

His clothes are strewn across the floor, and his hips are rutting against the soft fabric of the sheets to give himself a little relief, too. His cock is achingly hard as he tries to alleviate some of the arousal he's feeling, not wanting this to be over before it even starts. A deep moan escapes your lips when he changes the angle of his fingers, finding your sweet spot effortlessly.

"D-Daddy!" you exclaim as one of your hands squeezes his bicep, leaving small crescent moon-shaped indents where your fingers are, the other laced in his hair, pulling roughly as your orgasm threatens to wash over you with a powerful force.

"C'mon, Gorgeous, cum for Daddy," he coaxes you, and it doesn't take much more for you to fall over the edge finally, his fingers thrusting in and out at a brutal pace, his thumb stimulating your clit to work you through and prolong your orgasm all at the same time. A deep groan falls from Tony's lips, reverberating through your entire body as he sucks the last drops of your milk out of your breast.

"Look at you, such a good girl for Daddy," he purrs at you before removing his hand carefully and climbing up, capturing your lips in a soft, sweet kiss that has your head reeling in excitement.

"I'm fortunate to call you my wife, Gorgeous, and you're such a perfect mama as well for our boys," Tony tells you as he places small kisses from your mouth to your jaw and neck. Before he met you, he would never have thought he'd ever have a kid of his own, let alone two at the same time.

Tony has been working in his lab for most of the morning while you're sitting in the large bathroom attached to the main bedroom on your floor of the Avengers Compound. Your phone is in your hand as you're waiting for the timer to go off, which seems endless. Your eyes are shut as you nervously await the test results, secretly hoping for a positive result.

It has been about two months since you and Tony got married, and even though you never talked about having children - with Tony still busy as he saves the world as Iron Man - it's something you've been wishing for. Every birthday, every Christmas, your one wish was to become a mother, and the universe is finally swinging things your way.

The alarm finally goes off, and you quickly grab the test, which shows a very clear positive. You're pregnant and can't wait to tell your husband this fantastic news. With the test in your hand, you practically run through the building and down to Tony's lab, where he is tinkering with yet another one of his projects.

When you're at the door, Jarvis automatically opens it for you, and before Tony can even lift his head your way, you're already throwing yourself around his neck, sobbing from pure excitement.

"I'm pregnant, Tony! We're going to be parents!" you exclaim after pulling away, and you see a slight hint of fear on Tony's face before a wide smile appears, and the earlier emotion is nowhere to be seen. He is going to be a Dad, something he has never even given a second thought to until now.

"Are you- Wait, are we going to be parents? Oh my god, I'm so happy right now!" he says before grabbing the backs of your thighs and placing you onto the workbench, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. The positive test is long forgotten as it drops to the floor, and Tony makes love to you right then and there.

"You'll be so beautiful when you're pregnant, all round with my baby, these tits all big and full with milk. Can't wait to have a taste of it, Gorgeous, want to nurse off these fucking tits every single day," he tells you between the rough, short thrusts. When both of you are completely spent, you collapse against Tony with a content smile, knowing you'll be starting a family in a few months.

He has been such a supportive husband throughout the pregnancy, from rubbing your feet when they got sore to listening to your endless rambles; he did all of it without a shadow of a doubt. And now, after a long delivery, you're both holding your twins in your arms. Jacob, the firstborn, and his brother, Joseph. They are identical twin boys, and both carbon copies of Tony.

As he looks at them, he feels a love that he can't explain. It's something he's never felt before, but he knows he will do anything and everything to protect his beautiful boys. And to know he has made these wonderful humans with you, the love of his life is the cherry on top.

As he thinks about the way you looked when you were pregnant, he knows he doesn't want to wait for another second but instead, he wants to be buried deep inside you to get you pregnant again, breeding you until you're dripping with his cum between your thighs.

"Can't stop thinking about how fucking hard I get when you're pregnant for me, Gorgeous. Having my babies growing in there has me going crazy," he tells you as he guides you comfortably onto your back, your hair spread around your head like a halo. You're looking up at him with love- and lust-filled eyes, biting your bottom lip in anticipation of what's coming.

He pulls your lip out of its soft grip with his thumb before grabbing it between his own, nibbling softly before pulling away and releasing the soft flesh from the gentle grip. A slight whine escapes your mouth as you get restless, needing to be filled by your husband before the twins wake up from their nap.

"What do you think, Gorgeous? Shall I fuck another baby into this perfect pussy of yours? This tight, warm cunt I love to be buried in? Spilling every last drop of my cum into it until it sticks, and you're pregnant for me, giving me another baby or two?" he asks as he guides your legs up, and you grab them by the backs of your thighs so you're beautifully presented for him.

"Maybe we'll make a little girl this time, what do you think? Having a little Princess to make our family complete," he whispers against the shell of your ear as he lines up with your entrance, your slick dripping out at a steady pace as you're getting more and more turned on by his words.

Without a single warning, he slides it into the hilt, and you clench down on his cock, feeling every single ridge and vein on his thick and long member inside you as you adjust to his size. Even after giving birth to the twins, it's a little bit of a stretch, and the moan leaving your lips is almost pornographic.

"Yes, Daddy! Please, fuck another baby into me; wan' all your babies and be pregnant for you all the time," you beg him, and that's all he needs to hear before setting a brutal pace, sitting back on his haunches as he holds your legs so far they're almost touching your shoulders, only intensifying the pleasure you're feeling.

With every thrust, he hits the perfect spot inside of you that has you seeing stars, driving you extremely close to the edge without tipping you over just yet. Your hands are gripping the sheets tightly, and Tony can feel himself getting harder inside you as he watches your breasts sway back and forth with each thrust.

"Fuck, Gorgeous, you're gripping me like a damn vice, 'm gonna cum for you! Take all of your Daddy's cum like the cumslut you are," he growls before letting one of your legs go and instead opting to give some love to your clit as well, which turns out to be your undoing. A wail of his name is enough to send him over the edge, too, making him fuck every last drop of his cum inside of you.

"Jesus, fuck! Take it, Gorgeous, take your Daddy's cum like you're meant to; gonna keep you pregnant for me all the time. Always want this delicious milk of yours," he says as he works both of you through your orgasms before collapsing next to you and panting heavily while some of his load drips out of you, your pussy unable to keep it all inside.

After he pulled out, he looked at the mess you had both made before scooping some of the cum with his fingers and shoving it back into you, not wanting to waste a single drop of it.

"We have to make sure it sticks, Gorgeous; we don't want to take any chances," he tells you as you gasp from overstimulation, but you also love it. By the time he's done, he lets you clean his fingers, and you moan contently at the faint taste of his cum that's lingering on them.

"I love you, Gorgeous, more than I'll ever be able to tell you," he says before pulling you close. You two lay like that for a few minutes before it's time for a shower, where you both wash each other gently, being careful of any sensitive areas.

It turns out that Tony's sperm is a lot stronger than either of you could have ever anticipated because nine months later, you're in the hospital again, and you have given birth to two beautiful identical girls, who are exact copies of their Mom. Baby Sophia and baby Olivia are your family's newest members, and they complete it.

When it's finally time to go home to your little boys, Tony can't help but look at you as you're getting one of the twins ready. What came out of his mouth, however, is something you didn't think he'd ever ask, though it doesn't surprise you either as you burst out into laughter.

"So, can we make another one?" he asks with a straight face, and it makes the moment perfect. His humor is one of the things you fell for; even in moments like these, you'll never get sick of it.

"Maybe later; right now, we have to take our girls home," you say with a content smile as you rub your thumb over little Olivia's cheek. You have never felt more in love than you do now and never want to leave the beautiful pink cloud you're sitting on.

#iron man #tony stark #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark fanfic #tony stark one shot #tony stark imagine #tony stark x female reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #tony stark fluff #tony stark smut #iron man fanfiction #iron man fanfic #iron man one shot #iron man imagine #iron man x female reader #iron man x reader #iron man x y/n #iron man fluff #iron man smut

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Yandere coworker (part 7)

Tw: non con touching and kissing, reader being cringe on main, cyprus being a horndog as usual

Masterlists, part 1, part 8

You had a mild fever and didn't realize it. You can't believe that it took Cyprus of all people to figure it out. Maybe it's the adrenaline and anxiety that's keeping you chock full of energy.

It was embarrassing when you saw the doctor glancing at the very visible Hickey Cyprus left on your neck. But she doesn't seem to care, all she said was to try and not be so stressed even if it's hard. Because that is most likely whatever is causing your immune system to weaken.

Overall, it's nothing too serious. You just needed a couple of paracetamols and a night of rest. She advised you to come back if any other symptoms arise. You accepted the medical certificate that allows you to be absent from work for 24 hours.

Cyprus paid the bills and collected your medication for you despite your protests and whining about how you can cover it yourself. It isn't because you didn't want to burden him, it's because you knew Cyprus would use this against you later.

You were curled into a pathetic ball on his couch, finally feeling the effects of your fever despite eating a couple of pills earlier. Cyprus made you rest your head on his lap as he watches TV. His arm hanging off the back of the sofa, while the other tangled his fingers in your hair.

He told you that the match doesn't start until later at night, you should take a nap.

You told him straight up that you don't want to, and you rather sleep at home alone. He simply rolled his eyes and huffed at your difficultness.

There was a beat of silence before you asked him another question; why you, out of all the other women he could have pulled? There are others who wanted this... Dynamic between him and them.

"I told you." He leaned in. "You're the only respectful one in that office- you're fishing for compliments, aren't you?" A teasing smirk made it's way to his face.

You vehemently denied, saying that you're no different than anyone else. You bring nothing to the table.

He laughed. "You bring your cute little ass to the table." Cyprus brought his digits to your sides, tickling you to the point of cackling. "You're just what I want. What I need. A genuine, humble, pretty girl for me to spoil rotten."

You tried swatting his hands away, but he ended up firmly pushing you off him and onto the soft cushions, before you could do anything else, Cyprus is already straddling your hips. He grinned as he sees you squirming under him, you had nowhere to escape since he's caging you between his sculpted arms.

"You're such a princess too. So small and so weak against me." He whispered in your ears before brushing his lips against the side of your neck. "I love it. I know I'll love fucking my princess in bed too."

You whined and mewled as he assaulted your jaw with kisses, you couldn't move your head because he was grabbing handfuls of your hair.

You felt yourself heating up, you're unsure whether it's due to your fever or something else.

"But you're not ready yet..." He mumbled against your skin and ceased all movements, he's draped over you like a weighted blanket. Finally, he lifted himself off you, but still hovering over your form.

"You're still so shy." He kissed your forehead, yet his lips never parted with you. "So... meek." Cyprus continued talking. He pulled away and stared deep into your eyes, you noted that his glasses weren't on his face anymore.

"Loosen up, baby. I will make you feel good." Purred Cyprus as he slowly slid his hand under your shirt, feeling up your bare skin.

You stared back while holding your breath, eyes wide and cautious. He snorted and grinned.

"You're so funny, doll. I like your cute, little reactions." He retracted his hand and returned to his original seat beside you.

"Happy now?" He laughed at your flustered state. "Want more? I can give you more. Trust me, I have a lot more to say." Cyprus licked his lips while eyeing you sleazily.

You frantically shook your head, that was enough. You're convinced that he likes you for something that you're trying to get rid of: Your pushover trait. Well, you can't start swinging at him. He's still quadruple your size and you would like to keep all your teeth in your gums.

He guffawed, putting his glasses back onto his face. You flinched when he brought the back of his hand close to you, but somewhat relaxed when you realized that he was only trying to check your temperature.

Cyprus then checked the time on his watch. He got up to go elsewhere but came back a few minutes later with a glass of crisp, refreshing water and your pills.

You muttered a thanks as you went ahead and took another dose.

"Screw the match." You turned your head to him as you took a gulp.

"I'm not going." He slumped back onto the sofa, having his steely grey eyes trained on the television.

You asked why. He narrowed his eyes at you, pointing the remote control at the monitor as he changed the channel.

"My girl is sick. I don't like seeing their ugly mugs and we haven't had dinner yet." You continued staring at him.

"Duh." He concluded his sentence before tossing the remote control onto your lap.

You said that you can take care of yourself. You told him to just let you go home and you'll be out of his hair.

"I don't want you to get out of my hair." He got up and walked to the kitchen. You twisted your head and saw that he was rolling his sleeves up.

Cyprus opened the fridge door to collect the ingredients for dinner. "I'll be taking care of you. What fucking bastard wouldn't care for his girlfriend?"

You said you don't want him to. And you never agreed to be his woman in the first place, you do not care about him as a person at all. You're only here because he kept stealing your belongings, you asked him where your bags are.

"Soap operas are on channel 132, Reality TV, 123." He cut you off as he washed his hands.

You frowned. You said Cyprus is going to let the organizers down.

"And you think I give a crap?" He shot back, putting a metal pot on the stove.

You said they might not let him participate in the future.

"So?" He began julienning some carrots skillfully on a chopping board, you wonder if he had any prior culinary experience with the way he would slice through the vegetable with such precision and speed.

He might... lose his friends? his reputation? And feel bad? You don't know how else to put it.

Cyprus simply hummed and fell into silence, focusing on his cooking instead. You wonder how he could chop a whole onion without tearing up, its invisible fumes are already stinging your eyes at this distance.

You said that he should at least give them a call that he's not coming tonight.

"You know, for someone who doesn't give a damn about me 'as a person', you sure do care a lot. About me." He drizzled some olive oil into the pot. "...As a person." Cyprus continued.

You said that it's common courtesy. You felt bad for the audience and the ones who invited him.

Cyprus scoffed as he went ahead to chop some potatoes. "Are you bored, doll?" He asked. "If you wanted to help out with dinner, you could have just said so."

You're actually bored without your phone, you would take anything at this point to entertain you. The TV isn't showing you anything good. So you asked if there was anything he could let you do.

"You could take a nap." He nonchalantly replied, sauteeing the onions he prepared earlier.

You said you don't want to. You don't trust him.

"Then, let's talk." His eyes never flitted towards you, always on his workbench and stove. "How do you like your foreplay?" Cyprus went on to cut a slab of chicken breast into small cubes, and he threw them into the pot.

You said you don't want anything to do with it.

"So you prefer to fuck straight away?" Once the onions and meat were sufficiently browned, he poured in enough water to cover everything. "Figures. You're always rushing to get to "the point". You should try enjoying the journey sometimes."

You said that you don't want anything to do with sex.

"Whatever you say, beautiful." He laughed.

You sighed and slumped back onto the sofa. Your ears picked up on the sounds of the soup bubbling.

You decided to ask more about him. Might as well gain knowledge that you could use against Cyprus later. You asked about his family.

"Why? Do you want to meet them? I didn't know we were at that stage already. But I'm not complaining." He used a teasing tone when speaking to you.

You stayed silent, wishing that it was easier to talk to him.

He took a deep breath and exhaled, the smile dropped and was replaced with a neutral look. "I have an older sister. Raised by a single mom."

You asked where his father is. He stopped his cooking to look you incredulously in the eyes.

"Really? Not even an "I'm sorry" before asking that straight up? God, you're..." His shoulders sagged in defeat upon seeing your clueless face. "...really something else."

You waited for him to continue. But he simply frowned, almost scowled at your lack of social elegance. Looks like he isn't comfortable telling you about his father.

You asked more about his childhood.

"It was fine." He took out another pot, poured in some raw rice, and washed it under the tap.

You asked about his relationship with his mother.

"She worked three jobs to feed the two of us. Never really saw her around."

What about his sister?

"She raised me. Taught me how to fight, taught me how to cook, built me a backbone, and..." He paused momentarily. "Well. You wouldn't expect a nine-year-old kid to be the best mother in the world. Especially when she never asked for a brother that acts like her son."

He subconsciously brought his hand up to the back of his shoulder.

You asked about the relationship between him and his family now.

"We're doing fine." He placed the lid on the pot of rice and turned the heat up. "My sister lives a couple hours away from me. My mom..."

Now invested in his life story, you stared at him.

"She lives down the street." He placed another lid on the pot containing the soup. Cyprus then walked to the sofa, plopping down next to you.

"She's retired. Good for her, though. She deserves to rest."

You asked if he talks to her. To which, he nods.

"She would sometimes bring some food over. It's weird, I never knew what my own mom's cooking tasted like until I was 19. I only knew my sister's and my own."

You asked if he talks to his sister.

"Nope. Can't say I blame her, though. I was a piece of shit to raise." He brought his hands behind his head and leaned backward.

"What about you?" He asked, his grey eyes piercing into yours.

You gave him a summary of your life since birth and your current status with your family and other relatives, most of them are back in your hometown and home country.

He hummed in acknowledgment. Cyprus went on to check your temperature again, this time by touching the back of your neck.

There was silence between the both of you, accompanied by the sounds of dinner cooking away on the stovetops.

"You look like you have something on your mind. Spit it out." He broke the quietness by gently nudging your leg with his feet.

You blurted out if he chose you because you reminded him of a maternal figure he wanted.

His jaw went slack as he stared at you in disbelief. "What the fuck are you talking about, doll?"

You said that you couldn't give him what he wanted. You suggested going to therapy to work his "mommy issues" out before dating, so he wouldn't get hurt when his girlfriends couldn't fulfill that requirement of his. You do not have a single motherly bone in you, apologizing if you have accidentally come off as that way at first. You can't take care of him like how a proper mothering girlfriend would.

"Obviously! You can't even take care of yourself! What the fuck are you even on about? I'm not looking for another mom. I'm looking for a girlfriend! You-" He took off his glasses and massaged the bridge of his nose. He groaned in frustration and in extreme bafflement.

"Christ, what is with your thoughts? If I was looking for a woman to baby me, you don't even come close. Look at yourself! You barely feed yourself, you either sleep too little or too much, you can't even tell that you've had a fever, You didn't even know when to take your meds, you can't get off that damn phone and you let everyone walk all over you at work. If anything, it's the opposite, I'm looking to baby someone!"

You sat still and listened to his exasperated rant. You cringed internally; yes, you were definitely reaching, desperately trying to get him to let you go by reasoning. You were so sure that this argument would work, because you held this bias where men that have rocky relationships with their maternal figures would want a partner who is motherly. Thanks to your excessive internet usage and limited interaction with the real world.

He tiredly rubbed his face. "You have got to go out more, doll. That... fucking website is rotting you from the inside out."

You looked away in embarrassment.

"You were spewing the exact same bullshit I see online. I can't believe you're--" He heaved a sigh.

"It's fine. Our brains do not work the same during an active addiction." He stood back up and headed to the stove.

You told him you're not addicted to your phone.

"Yeah. And I'm totally not addicted to smoking." He took out a stack of paper bowls from a cabinet. He pulled out a couple of disposable wooden spoons and forks from his drawers.

"Come on, dinner's ready."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc cyprus #yandere x female reader #male yandere x reader #tw afab reader #tw fem reader #tw non con touching

[kedreeva]

as someone who is ace and entering college years, how has your dating life been as an ace? what other struggles have there been that you have advice for? i dont know any aces or similar around me older or otherwise. thank you for your time and i hope you have an easy day!

Okay this will get a little long so I'll put it behind a cut

Honestly I'm probably not the best person to ask, since I never really...struggled? Not specifically with asexuality or with anything related to it. I can tell you my experiences, though, and you can decide if there's anything worthwhile to take away from it!

I grew up in a house run by science and math. I knew the prefix a- meant without/not and I knew there was heterosexual and bisexual and homosexual, so when young and, importantly, before really ever interacting with other queer folk, I went Ah ha, these are (prefix)(sexual) and so therefore I am asexual (without sexuality), and that was that. That was literally all the thought I gave to it. People had crushes on other people, I didn't have crushes on people, end of story. If, for some reason, I developed a crush on someone, I would deal with it then.

Maybeeeee midway through HS, a very good friend of mine asked me about it, and I said well, some people like everyone the same, and I dislike everyone the same. And she said well, then it sounds like you like everyone the same, that amount is just zero, so that seems like bisexual? (she didn't know the term asexual was an actual sexuality term either at that point, just the biological term for reproduction and, well, I could reproduce theoretically so couldn't be that) And I said well, alright then, and called myself bisexual for the next 6 or 7 years. THEN I found out asexuality is a sexuality not just a mode of reproduction and I said Ah Ha, I was Correct, and that was that again.

So I guess if I was offering advice it would be... you know you. Don't let someone else tell you about you if you think they're wrong. Make up a word if there isn't one. Use a new word if you find one that already exists and fits.

Also, that it's fine to not worry about it. Literally it's fine to just never think about it if you have better things to do. I think a lot of people get really wrapped up in finding the right label and/or "what happens if-" when like... you're not a canned good. You don't need a label. Worry about what-ifs when they come up, don't borrow anxiety if you can help it.

I dated a few people in HS, like... three people I think, and one Almost. One predatory mistake I thankfully recognized (HEY because I had older folks online I could talk to about it!) and got out of quickly, and one hot mess relationship that was a LOT of fun- my boyfriend, Sark, and then his ex-girlfriend, and then I stepped out so they could get back together, and then they said wait no, and invited me back in, and that went on for most of the end of HS, and nearly into college, when I stepped out again (and peacefully, I am still friends with both of them and I married Sark in the end). There was one guy whom I was always, perpetually, extremely fond of, and we hung out a lot, kissed once, and I think we would have had a lot of fun dating, but ultimately it was a near miss that became a fond memory, because we were never in the right place together. Sometimes life does that, and that's okay, too.

In college, I simply didn't date anyone. I had better things to do. I met my best friend, @idkfandomwhatever, online that year (and still talk to her almost daily, sometimes for hours, despite that we are on opposite sides of the world!!), and in person @mishapeep who was the best roomie I ever had (hi!!!!! i love you!!!). I had great friends, I went on a TON of adventures, worked a cool job where I had awesome coworkers, and just all around had a blast learning stuff and napping in sunbeams or on couches at the food court. A couple of guys made passes, and I turned them down because I just wasn't into it, and we remained friends. There was one coworker at my dispatch job that I got along with like a house on fire, and everyone ELSE thought we should be dating, but neither of us ever brought it up- I can't say why he didn't for sure, but I know I never brought it up because I was 85% sure he didn't swing for the right team to date me, which I ALSO never brought up until he found me on facebook years later to tell me about his husband running for local election somewhere. so. again, don't let anyone else tell you what to do lol there was ALSO another guy that I had NO interest in that spent a lot of time around me, but we mostly sat in my bunk watching Queer as Folk, which I KNOW was his first exposure to queer material. I never talked about queer stuff with him otherwise, but I heard from a mutual friend of ours that he's also happily married to his husband. Sometimes just being yourself, openly and without shame about it, does more than you think, even if it's not doing anything directly for you (but it is, it's good for you too).

SINCE college ended, I dated one guy I met through an online game and that was great in person briefly, but ultimately didn't work out because he couldn't be a nice person, another guy I met through the same online game and that didn't work out at ALL in person, and then I started hanging out with Sark and co again. I was on the phone with him driving somewhere, and I said something to the effect of someday you're gonna find a gf and she's not gonna want you to keep going on adventures with your ex, and we won't be able to talk anymore and I had a real recordscratch moment where I realized absolutely NOT on MY watch, I wanted that boy in my life forever actually, and we've been married now for... this is year 8.

I may have landed in a soft place, but I didn't seek it out. I just lived my life and didn't worry about my sexuality or about who I was or wasn't gonna date. When I DID date, I was up front about what I wanted from any of those relationships and part of the problem with the relationships that didn't work out was sometimes that I did not KNOW what I wanted, yet. But, it was IMPORTANT I think, that I gave the chances I did, because I did learn about myself and what I wanted. That's probably the hardest fucking thing to learn, that relationships sometimes happen not because they're likely to be permanent, but because it may be fun or be a way to learn what you do or don't want. Maybe alongside of that, the lesson that it's okay to go "hm, actually this is Not For Me" and exit peacefully whenever possible. But it's okay to give temporary things a shot and see how it goes, even knowing up front it may be temporary (honestly maybe that even takes some of the stress of it off? if you don't have to worry about it being forever, and you don't have to worry about "what if I never experience other things," and you don't worry so much about messing it up so it feels easier to take chances saying and doing stuff you might otherwise consider too risky to ask for etc).

I'm aware I'm lucky that things went pretty smoothly for my entire life so far, insofar as dating or sexuality is concerned. Part of that was definitely because even the worst of the people I dated weren't really all that bad of people. A lot of it was that I just didn't date if I didn't want to. I didn't care about sex, so I didn't have sex for the first time until a few years after college, and only one guy ever pushed the issue at all (the guy in HS I immediately dropped all contact with).

The thing is... I dated or nearly dated like ten people, flirted with countless others (because it's FUN), and the only one I still have regular contact with (not just occasional friendly hellos) is the one I kept at the end.

But the friends I made in college? I kept a lot of those. I still talk to several of my college friends on a regular basis. I have made other friends since, some of whom I talk to every day, some of whom have become irregular contacts I am still fond of. But those bonds are important and the ones you make with your friends from here out do have the potential to span at least huge chunks of your life, if not the entirety of it. If you only take away one thing from this little novel...take that knowledge.

also this has nothing to do with asexuality but for pete's sake find SOME kind of hobby club to be a part of, or make one if there isn't one, follow your stupidest instincts for adventure on occasion (like playing freeze tag frisbee in a lightning storm on the PAC lawn at 11pm until the campus cops show up to make you go home), and take at least one "fuck it this sounds fun" class. Mine was archery at 7am, the only early-morning class I ever took. Worth it, we were all TERRIBLE but god it was awesome.

Good luck out there!

#you are always welcome to come talk if you need to #asks or chats or whatever #I will not always have answers or advice but I can listen #asexuality #asks #stories about ked's life #I'm leaving this rebloggable because I KNOW there are older aces following me #and y'all have got stories to tell too if you want to speak up

[lllivia]

Lottie Matthews x tired fem reader

Reader is overworking herself because she's stressed about very important exams that will guarantee she gets to the college she wants, but lottie noticed this, and just drags her away from her desk to cuddle and pamper little cutie kisses all over her face, body, basically everywhere until Reader falls asleep :((

U said to send requests, so idk if this one is all that good 🥹

I'll always take care of you

Lottie Matthews xf!reader

a/n: AHH I HOPE THIS IS OK, I'VE NEVER REALLY GOTTEN REQUESTS SO I'M PROBABLY NOT THAT GOOD YET (also I forgot to read through it properly and kinda went offscript with some of it sorryy) 😭😭

Summary: Lottie tries her best to comfort you in a stressful situation

Warnings: not proofread, kinda short, modern au, tooth rotting fluff

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"Fuck" you mutter as you sit up, rubbing your eyes as you look down at the cluttered desk where you accidentally fell asleep for a few minutes, once again.

You look down at your stuff and sigh, tired of all the studying you have been doing for the last few weeks to make sure you'll ace your upcoming exam.

As you sort through the multiple stacks of paper and pencils your phone suddenly vibrates in your pocket, effectively breaking you out of your trance.

'Hey can I come over? Soccer practice just finished 😎⚽' - lottie the loser🤓💕

The notification lights up, making you giggle tiredly as you see the message from your girlfriend. You hadn't really spent too much time together lately, usually clinging onto each other 24/7, but ever since your exams had started you had been locked up in your room revising everything you had learned for much more time than needed.

You quickly go to answer, your happiness sucked out of you as you look down at your work again and remember you still have stuff you haven't gone through as throughly as you would have wanted.

'I'm sorry Lottie but I don't think I have time for that rn, too busy studying ☹️💔' - you

You respond before putting your phone down, focusing once again on your work.

After about an hour you decide it's time for a well deserved break and stand up from your desk, swaying slightly from the exhaustion weighing down your body before collapsing right into bed thinking a thirty minute nap wouldn't hurt.

DING

You shoot up from bed, wondering who could have just rang the doorbell as your parents weren't expected home from their date until late that evening and the only other person who you had talked to was Lottie, who you specifically told not to come.

DING DING DING

Comes from down stairs once again and you throw your blanket off of you, a tiny bit pissed off that somebody decided to disturb the little time of rest you had set off for yourself.

A few long seconds go by before your hand wraps around the handle to your front door, opening up to whoever interrupted you.

"Hi baby!!" Your girlfriend excitedly says as you open the door for her, stepping into your house before you can even utter a word.

"Now I know you said not to come over, but we haven't hung out in so long and I miss youu" Lottie pouts, shrugging off her backpack before wrapping her long arms around you.

"I miss you too Lot, it's just that I have to nail this exam to pass my final grade" you sigh again, feeling miserable about rejecting her as you pull away.

"Come on y/n, I haven't seen you looking up from your notes in WEEKS, you look exhausted and you need to rest. " Lottie responds with a mildly stern voice as she tries to hide her sadness.

"It's just a couple more weeks, I'll be fine! There's no need to worry about me" you try to reassure her.

"I have to get into this school Lot, It's where my parents always wanted me to go, and I don't want to disappoint them.." You continue, suddenly somber as you try to contain an overwhelming gush of emotions.

"You have nothing to worry about y/n, I know you, you're probably going to do better than anyone else ok? So let's take a little break together, it will probably be easier to study after you've slept a bit" Lottie says gently and lifts her hand up towards your face to brush over your cheek gently in an attempt to comfort you.

Quickly accepting defeat you lean into her, too exhausted to argue as you let yourself relax properly for the first time in a while. "Well I was planning to take a tiny break anyways, but no longer than an hour, ok?" you muster a small smile and playfully poke Lottie.

"Ok then, go lay down in your bed, I'll be right there" Your wonderful girlfriend gushes and hurries to her backpack as you start walking towards your room.

10 minutes go by with no sign of Lottie before you start to get to get suspicious. You're about to get up to check if she left when she walks through the doorframe with a tray in her hands, balancing two steaming cups of tea, two blueberry muffins (from your favorite cafe) and a bowl of fresh fruit while looking extremely proud of herself.

"Oh gosh, you didn't have to do all of this Lot" you let out a surprised laugh making the girl opposite of you grin even wider, her tiny fangs showing.

"Of course I did, I love you" She puts the tray down in your lap and snuggles up close to you. "And I'll always take care of you, okay? So if you ever feel this much pressure and stress again just come to me and I'll help you in any way possible" she peppers your cheek with kisses and wraps her arm around you affectionately, using the other hand to turn on the tv.

What feels like hours go by as you relax together, enjoying the peace as a movie plays.

You end up laying in Lotties lap as her hands soothingly brushes through your hair, her head coming down to kiss you once in a while as she explains that your lips are so addicting that she'll never get enough of them.

And then before you know it the tray is set aside and you lay down, your back pressed against Lotties front as she whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

"I love you Lot" you whisper tiredly, your slightly slurred words making her chuckle as she kisses you all over.

"I love you too baby, I'll wake you up in the morning, you need some proper sleep" she whispers back as all your thoughts drift away, the last thing you feel being Lottie shifting one last time to kiss your forehead before she slowly begins falling asleep too, her heart beating steadily as she listens to your calm breath with a small smile on her face, happy that she managed to make you feel better.

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a/n: so sorry idk anything about how american high schools or college's work so Idrk how they do exams either 😍

PLEEEASE SEND REQUESTS I'M BEGGING YOU 🙏😩

#lottie matthews #lottie mathews x reader #lottie matthews smut #lottie matthews x reader #lottie yellowjackets #yj98 #yj #yellowjackets x reader #yellow jackets #yellowjackets #lllivia

[gloryavila]

A Baby

Jake Sully X Fem!reader

A/n: No bc work will be the death of me. Off topic very but I found a video of my teacher stripping and my ex-math teacher twerking i cannot 😭

Summary: Reader is a Na'vi. Jake and reader met thru Neytiri. After the war with the sky people the reader finds a human baby in the forest. She decides to take care of it with Jake

Word count: Probably around 4k maybe

Warnings: mention of pregnancy, motherhood, adoption, baby fever, reader being a sweetheart towards the baby <3

It was a calm day, no duties no nothing. Where else to go but the forest?

The forest was a sense of comfort, a sense of belonging. You just went there with an intention of just spending her hours chilling in the trees napping. Seems like Eywa had other plans for her.

As soon as she stepped deeper into the forest she heard cries of a baby. Her ears moves trying to locate from which direction the sound was coming from. The cries were echoing in the calm forest.

She couldn't help but wonder what made a child cry this much? Surely it was a small Na'vi since the cries sounded like so. Maybe it was in danger and needed help.

Even though she wasn't interested in kids, kids loved her and always found a way around her. She took care of many kids from the village too.

Jake often teased her how she had a 6th sense for kids, whatever that was supposed to mean.

She followed the sound carefully, making sure the area was safe.

She got closer and closer to the cries of the child.

A wave of shock hit her when she saw a basket with a human baby crying in it. The baby was the size of her palm. Her hands were far to big to caress the child.

She was confused as to what this child was doing here, all alone in the forest, not just any baby too. A human baby without an oxygen mask. It would've suffocated to death a long time ago, this baby was quite strange.

Still she took it in her big arms. Caressing the child close to her chest. She has never been more gentle with an object before. The baby was so small and fragile. Barely even as big as her hand.

She made herself comfortable sitting on the ground trying to calm down the baby.

"Shh.. little one.." she whispered as she hummed a little time while the baby slowly stopped crying and just curiously looked up at her.

She smiled at the human baby. Even though it belonged to the sky people it was still adorable. The baby tried holding her picky finger but since she was a Na'vi it barely wrapped it's hand around the woman's pinky.

Suddenly realisation hit her, what is she gonna do with this child?

Na'vi wouldn't accept it. The sky people would kill her if she returned the baby herself. Baby's can't be returned back to Earth either..

"I'll keep you" She smiled at the baby while the baby copied her face expression, smiling with no teeth. It looked so adorable and fragile.

She slowly and carefully put the baby back into its basket as now it stopped crying. She always carried a small pouch with some cloth and so called 'leggings'.

She sat closer to the basket while the baby was moving around like a worm looking up and extending its arms out.

"You're truly fascinating little one. I mean you can breathe our air as a human.. or maybe you're some breed.." She talked to the baby who just basically spat out some noises and mumbles that weren't words.

After a few minutes she made a baby carrying pouch where she could fit the baby next to her chest. That way it'll be closer to her and she will be able to have a good look at it knowing it's safe on her chest.

She wrapped the cloth around her chest and around her neck and shoulders tightly for double security.

She then again carefully took the baby out of the basket and gently placed it inside the pouch. Now she could carry it more naturally.

She then got up after assuring the baby was comfortable and that it wouldn't cry immediately after she got up. She started walking towards the village where she knew who to find and ask for help.

Jake Sully. A man who used to be human. Maybe just maybe he'll know what to do with the human baby. But for know, she'll trust her motherly instincts.

She remembers talking about human babies with Grace in her school. The reason why she tied the pouch on her chest was to keep the baby close to her and to be able to hear her heart beat? From what she could remember the baby feels secure hearing the mother's heartbeat as it feels like it's a part of the mother. She thought that was extremely cute and just wanted the baby to feel comforted while listening to her heart beat. She could feel the baby resting its head on her chest while its arms moved around and after a minute or two, it fell asleep.

She got closer and suddenly her ears perked up again, picking up a sound. A very familiar sound. It was Jake yelling her name over and over again. She made her way closer to him, she came from behind and startled him when she made her presence known to him.

"Oh Y/n! Where were you-" Before he could finish she smacked him with her bow, not too hard. She then signed to him to keep quiet.

"Quiet." She whispered to him.

"Why are we whispering?" He asked her while noticing the pouch.

She looked down at the pouch and then removed the cloth that completely covered the baby. She finally revealed the baby to Jake whose face was in utter shock. He just stood there silent looking at the baby.

"Is- Is it dead?" He asked and earned yet another smack from her.

"You skxawng! It's not dead, I think it's some human and Na'vi breed.. It's breathing I can feel it breathing" She whispered again while looking at the baby. She turned her gaze up to Jake waiting for him to say something.

"What do we do with it?" She asked him. "Well, what can we do with it..?" He seemed even more lost than her.

"Do we keep it?" She asked him while cocking her head to the side exchanging looks from the baby to Jake.

"We?" Jake questioned and she deadpanned at him.

"Yes you skxawng. Like keep it like our baby" She requested.

"Why would you want to keep it? We can just give it to Norm and Max you know the guys-" She cut him off once again.

"No, we'll keep it and raise it like our own" She said full of determination.

"But why?" Jake asked, now he was actually curious as to why she would want to keep a baby of the sky people when the sky people destroyed her home.

"Jake I want a child, so I'll keep this child and we'll raise it like our own" She made it clear one last time as one of her hands was carefully on the pouch where the baby's back was.

Suddenly he understood why she wanted to keep the baby. Actually he could only assume this is why she kept the baby. Even though it was a human baby, she adored it and carried it like her own. Held it and touched it like her own. That's when he finally understood that she cared for this child like one of her own. And now it was one of her own.

"Well, I understand now but I'm just saying you could've always asked me for a baby I wouldn't mind-" He playfully said while trying his best to keep himself from laughing while she just turned to him in disbelief.

"You don't deserve to live" She jokingly rolled her eyes.

"Cmon and that's why you mated with me?" Oh boy was he trying to flirt with his own mate.

"Oh shut it!" She said and then started laughing a bit, she couldn't help it. She was overjoyed at this point.

He raised his hands in his defense playfully while a smirk plastered his face.

"You don't want to wake up our baby, do you?" He teased her while putting his hand on the babies back while looking at it peacefully sleeping.

She kissed his lips gently that night under the stars. Cuddling with him along their new baby, like a small little family that will eventually grow.

They took the baby to Max and Norm who confirmed that the baby will thru years develop more Na'vi like features and that most likely the mother is the Na'vi while the father is a human. A bit disturbing to learn that fact to be honest.

I hope you enjoyed!! This was just a quick fic I'm not too satisfied w it but I hope you enjoyed 😭😭🫶🫶❤️❤️

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[darkbluekies]

Dr Kry asks #3

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Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3

Warnings: insomnia, medication, drugs, chronic illnesses, broken bones, mentions of overdosing,

☁️ ... this is my last ask for the day i SWEAR. how about dr kry with a sleep deprived darling / a darling who's always sleep deprived. if that doesnt work because of the setting (cause yknow in canon the darling's always napping lol), then how about a darling who has trouble sleeping. OR BOTH if you want to and can make it work. sorry i really wanna request this one cause the only time i can have a good sleep nowadays is when the weekend hits 🥲 i just want a bit of dr kry fluff 😭

He will sit with you for as long as you need, putting your needs before his. He can see that you're struggling to fall asleep. He can see the hollow half moons under your eyes and his heart will break.

"I can't watch this anymore. I'm going to go get you some sleeping pills, okay? And if they won't work I'll go get anaesthesia. Hopefully that'll be able to make you relax."

You'll get your sleeping pills and then rest back against the pillow. Dr Kry will sit with you until morning hours if needed. He'll hold your hand, play with your fingers, hug you if you want one and read for you.

"Are you feeling a little sleepy now, Y/N? Yeah? Are the pills working? Amazing. Just relax and let yourself fall asleep. I'll be here with you until you fall asleep and then I'll meet you in the morning, okay? We'll eat breakfast together, I promise."

Dr kry with s/o who suffers from migraine. Like bright lights aren’t good, eats a lot of pain killers and sleeps a lot bc of it

One of the main things with Dr Kry is that he always forces you to sleep (as seen in his headcanon), but that's because of the poisoned air he puts you in. If the lights we're bothering you as well, he'll turn them down and use small, warm nightlights to keep the room somewhat lit up. He'll try to control your intake of pain killers since he's afraid that you'll take too many, but he'll make sure that you won't be in pain one way or another.

"What? Too bright? Still? But, honey, all of the lights are already off. It's only this little light that's still on ... alright, I'll turn it off. If this continues I might have to develop nightray vision. Why don't you take a nap, Y/N? It'll make you feel better."

How would Dr Kry react to a darling who's very interested in his love life and like to tease him ? Always asking question about his possible partner, what he likes, ect ? Just to say " I don't understand why you're still single, you're so easy to love! Besides you're also very quiet, I know a lot of girls who liked the quiet bo- Wait !! Let me set you up, there's a very nice nurse I think her name is ... Charlotte? You know, the short brunette on the first floor ? She seems very kind or maybe you're gay ?? Well, there's that one dude at the cafeteria, I kinda had a crush on him at the beginning but I thinks he likes men...you could still give it a try if you want 🙂"

He'd let you have a go at it at first, hoping that it'd only be a one time thing ... but you continue to tease him every. single. day. He'll try his best to avoid the subject all together, but in the end would lose it. He'd grab your shoulders and pin you up against the wall in an attempt to make you silent.

"Shut up! Just shut up, alright?! I don't want to hear it!"

He'd noticed that he'd scared you and let your shoulders go. Backing away a step while running a hand through his hair, he'd think on how to save this situation. You'd apologize for making him mad which would only cause him to sigh heavily.

"You're so stupid, Y/N. Why can't you see that I want you? My fingers ache at the need of touching you sometimes and my heart breaks at the thought of you imagining me with someone else! I don't want anyone else. I think I'm going insane! I don't want to hear you talk about other people when you're with me. I just want you to focus on me and me only. Can you do that for me?"

He'd notice how wide your eyes were and how you started pulling your arms closer to your torso. With a hiss, he'd bring you into his arms before you had the chance to run away.

"I love you", he'd whisper.

im going to be sending in two asks bc i am mentally ill. heres the first one: how would dr kry deal with a patient who is chronically ill and frequently needs surgeries? this may or may not be self indulgent because i may or may not have just gotten surgery yesterday on my silly goofy eyeball (im fine)

He'll be right by your side. He'll take care of you and give you everything you need. When you're afraid, he'll kiss your hand and give you a reassuring smile.

"I know you're scared ... I wish I could do something to help you. I wish I could steal you away from here ... but you need these operations to survive. I'm so sorry, Y/N. What can I do to help you? Do you want something to eat? Do you want me to read for you? Yeah? Absolutely, anything for you."

second ask: i literally love dr kry so hear me out 💀 how about dr kry with a patient whos just being a total cranky BRAT to him. acting up, mouthing off, just being a little twerp. (its me. im also a little twerp)

Do you want to die? He controls your body. If you're being a little brat, he'll make sure your air is even more polluted and you 'accidentally' hurt yourself.

"Your arms are broken? Oh dear, how did that happen? Well ... i guess your silly behaviour came to bite you in the butt. Well, now you have to be a little nicer to me if you want me to care for you, okay? I don't want to help an ungrateful brat. Good, let's start over."

What would Dr. Kry do if darling tried to take a lot of pills to overdose and feel independent without him?

You'd be tied to the bed :) and have no privacy :) and never be in control again :)

I just discovered your blog and i'm in love with Dr Kry 😭what would happen if reader was sensitive to loud sounds??

He'd sound proof the room and give you ear plugs. When he's talking to you, he'll use a soft spoken voice and if he gets angry, he'll try his best to keep his composure so he won't yell at you. If there were loud bangings or sounds he can't control, he'll hide with you in the bathroom where the sounds aren't as loud. You'll have your ear plugs and his hands over your ears.

"It's alright, little one, just breathe. The noises will end soon. When they end, we'll go back out into the room and we'll read a little, okay? I'll try to find out who made these awful sounds and make sure they won't do it again."

what if we actually end up living with Dr Kry??

This man would honestly take such good care of you. You'll share a big bed, have many plants and he'd show a more humane side that he can't show in the hospital. He'll smile more, love more, talk more. The constant stress of being in the hospital and having people all around who could take you away from him takes a lot of energy that he wants to project on you.

"I've baked bread! I've wanted to try for a while. How about you come with me downstairs and get a slice with some marmalade? I know your legs are weak, I'll carry you down if you'd like."

i was wondering how would reader and dr krys relationship be if reader was nurse or doctor

He'd make sure you were scheduled together so he can spend his work shifts with you. People in the hospital would think that you're a couple. Exactly as he wants. He'll buy you lunch and stay close to you on break times. If anyone asks him if you're a couple, he'll answer with something that indicates that you are.

"Y/N, do you want to go take a bit of fresh air? You've been working so well these last hours, you're well deserved of a break. Come here, let's go take a few breaths and a bit of coffee before the night shift."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere fics #yandere oc x you #yandere doctor #yandere male #yandere headcanons

[leegemma]

hihihi!! love your so much >.<

can i ask something about lee!kim seungmin und ler!han jisung?? i really love this boys couple!!! and i love your works! maybe it can be something about favourite/melting spots or enjoying, just your wish :33

thank you for tour time!

Hello anonnnn... Thank you for the request! It took me a while to get to this one but here it is, I think it's the first one in a while that's turned out okay! I hope you like it too!!!

Enjoy:)

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It all happened a few hours before the boys had to go on stage. They've just all finished getting their makeup done and taking pictures, and because they still had some time left they decided to take a nap.

And so the 8 members were all provided with one dark room to sleep in, which they were very grateful for. There were 2 sofas and a few mattresses on the floor. They all paired up since it was just a short nap.

Minho and chan were given the sofa ("For the sake of their backs" as seungmin mentioned), chagbin and I.N slept on one mattress, Hyunjin and Felix on one, and Seungmin with Han.

They were all laid back and already quiet when suddenly seungmin started to... bark? Which obviously made I.N burst out laughing, causing the older boys to groan.

"It's not my fault!!! He's barking!!" Jeongin complained when changbin smacked his arm lightly.

"Yah! Shut up Kim seungmin!" Lee know demanded.

Chan took to softer approach. "Come on Minnie, we all have to rest."

Seungmin started whining and twisting around, noting how Han was just trying to ignore him. "But I'm not tired!"

Han turned around to face the younger, face looking a bit annoyed. "Then just lay quietly while we sleep!"

"Or go do something else." Felix suggested while hyunjin nodded in agreement.

"Noooo" seungmin shook his head, still twisting and turning.

"Seungmin." Han warned. "If you don't stop moving I swear to god-"

"You'll do what?" Seungmin teased with a confident smirk.

Han went quiet for a moment, then looked over to chan. "Premission to tickle the shit out of him?"

Chan shrugged grabbing his noise cancelling head phones. "Go ahead, we'll all just wear our headphones."

All the boys nodded in unison, hyunjin adding sending Seungmin a little "good luck" Before closing his eyes.

This was all happening way to fast for poor seungmin, who soon enough found himself laying flat on his back, a tired looking Han Jisung ontop of him.

"W-wait!" He tried to twist away.

Han shook his head, immediately digging into seungmin's sides. "Nope. I need sleep, and if you're not tired, I'll have to make you tired."

Seungmin burst out laughing, his eyes squinting shut. "You cahahahant- thihis wihihil waHAKE THEHEHEM UHUHUHUPPP"

Han teasingly looked around at the already sleeping boys. "They look fine to me."

"STAHAHAHAHHAP!!" Seungmin shook his head back and forth. Catching his breath when Han stopped, giggles slipping out of his mouth when the older started wiggling his fingers infront of his face. "D-don't dohoho that.."

"You tired yet?" Han asked. Suppressing a yawn of his own.

Seungmin didn't know how to answer this, he just knew for sure that he couldn't fall asleep right now even if he tried. "Mmm..."

Han groaned, then turned to look back down at seungmin. "That's all I needed to hear." He then started wiggling his fingers into Seungmin's neck. Going back and forth between his ears and neck.

Seungmin completely melted at the soft tickling, letting cute giggles and scrunching his nose up while his eyes slowly fluttered, face flushing red.

Han almost blushed himself while looking at his best friend. He grinned. "That is the cutest thing into the world. I found your melting spot, didn't I?"

"Stohohop" seungmin let out a squeal when Han poked his tummy.

"I'll never forget that spot." Han promised the both of them. Promoting seungmin to blush deeper. "You're ready to go to sleep?"

Seungmin huffed slightly and nodded. "I'm ready..."

The two boys laid down, all the other members were already dead asleep. After a few moments of silence Han turned to face the boys next to him. "Seungmin?"

Seungmin answered right away. "Yeah?"

"I don't think I'm tired now..."

An evil smirked creeper onto Seungmin's face. He sat up, wiggling his fingers in Han's direction. "I think I know what can help..."

#tickling community #skz tickle #tickle fics #stray kids tickle #kpop tickling #skz tickle fic #lee!seungmin #ler!han

[pensat-i-fet]

Chats and cuddles (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**I got a request for some cute, clingy boyfriend Rúben and then was totally inspired by my favourite model and WAG posting on IG about visiting her boyfriend who plays in the MLS. Thanks, Luna 😅 and to everyone else, enjoy! ❤️**

Word count: 1325

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"I'm off to training".

"Ok, babe. I'll finish packing and then I'll wait for you. Do you want to do something special today? Or do you want me to pick up some food for lunch or something?"

Rúben turned to look at you and you could only laugh at the pout on his face.

"I want you to stay. Can you do that?"

"I wish. But I have to travel to Paris for work tomorrow. You know that. And it'll be only 3 days this time. It's a quick campaign shoot".

"One day I'll move the entire fashion industry to Manchester and you won't have to abandon me anymore".

"One day", you responded, laughing at your boyfriend's words.

He sighed, picking up his bag and coming back to give you another hug. Separating because of your job was getting more and more complicated. He was usually only away for a day or two. But you could be gone for weeks.

"Let's just stay home. We can watch a movie and cuddle. And eat and cuddle. And talk and…".

"Cuddle?"

"How did you guess?", he asks, hugging you tightly while you still laugh.

"My sixth sense".

When he left, you started to make sure you had everything you needed for these days away in the French capital. That obviously included stealing one of Rúben's hoodies so you could wear it while on the plane. Which one should you get this time?

Once everything was ready and you could relax, it was time for lunch. But Rúben wasn’t back yet even though he was supposed to have finished training over an hour ago.

“I know I’m late, sorry”, he said when he picked up the phone.

“It’s fine. I just wondered where you were. Everything ok?”

“We had extra training. Pep didn’t like anything we were doing today”.

“Poor you. Come back so we can enjoy those cuddles”.

"On my way!"

Since you now had more time to get lunch ready, you decided to prepare something a bit more exciting than a boring sandwich.

By the time you were putting everything on the plates, you heard the door opening and a bag falling to the floor.

"Hi! Where are you?"

"Kitchen!"

Before you could turn after hearing footsteps getting closer, you already felt strong arms wrapped around your waist. You knew tired boyfriend Rúben was very clingy and secretly loved it when he was like this. You loved spoiling him.

"Hungry?"

"I guess", he said, putting his head on your shoulder and sighing. "You smell so good".

"Thanks. I showered today".

You had to drag him with you around the kitchen while getting the glasses and cutlery to set the table.

"What movie should we watch?"

“I’ll fall asleep the moment it starts so whatever you want”.

That made you laugh. It wouldn’t be the first time it happened.

“Then we can nap. I could use the sleep too. I’ll be working long hours the next few days”.

And so that’s what you did. Putting all the stuff away in the dishwasher and getting ready for a little nap once you were done eating. You didn’t mind getting into bed wearing the t-shirt and leggings you had been wearing around the house. But Rúben, of course, had to take his shirt off before collapsing on the bed.

You had to laugh at how dramatic he was. But also wanted to spoil him some more, especially knowing you’ll be away from each other for a couple of days. So you sat on his lower back, startling him slightly.

“What are you doing?”

“Shhh”, you said, starting to massage his shoulders. He was so tense.

“That’s better than the nap, yeah”.

You laughed and continued to massage his shoulders, moving a little lower, trying to find all the little areas that felt like they needed some help. Honestly, you could spend hours doing that. It was relaxing for Rúben but also for you.

After a little while, Rúben took your hands to stop you and you looked down at his face.

“That’s enough, thank you. Let’s take that nap”.

So you moved to lay down next to him and he brought you closer to him.

“I’ll return the favour when you come back from Paris”, he promised.

And you smiled, closing your eyes and thinking about that. Travelling so much was tiring, but knowing you were going to come back home to Rúben spoiling you made everything so much easier.

The nap only lasted a couple of hours and then you suggested to go watch the movie before ordering some dinner. By the time you went back to the living room, after getting changed, Rúben had everything ready.

“How many blankets do we need?”

“It’s cosy movie night. We need them to be cosy”.

You shook your head, heading to the kitchen. “I’ll get the snacks”.

Bowl of sweets in hand, you sat down on the sofa, allowing Rúben to cover you with one of the blankets before moving you so you were as close to him as possible.

"Where do you see yourself in ten years?"

“What?”, Rúben’s question almost made you choke on the M&M’s you were eating.

“You always say modelling is a short career. And football isn’t that long either. I don’t know, sometimes I think about that”.

“Yeah…I guess I do have a few ideas but I don’t know for sure. I’m just making the most of my career now. I don’t even know if I want to work in the fashion industry for long so…”, you shrugged. “And there is also you as a factor”.

“In which way?”

“Well, you are here now but might not finish your career in England. And for you, it’s easy because you can just play but if we had kids, that’s months of non-work for me…”.

“Sorry, I stopped listening after the word kids”, he said, making you look at him.

You had mentioned marriage and children a few times, vaguely. But it always made you smile to see Rúben looking so happy when mentioning those topics.

The way he looked at you made you turn your body so you could hug him tighter. It wasn’t just him that was clingy on days like today.

“Well, there is work for pregnant models but then the babies are born and they have to be looked after so…you know. It’s something to keep in mind”.

"Our kids will have to look like you".

"Why?"

"You're the model. The pretty one", he said, kissing your nose.

"Yes, you're such an unpleasant sight", you laughed.

"We can guess they'll be tall at least".

"Basketball players".

"Whatever", he rolled his eyes. You loved basketball better than football and always annoyed him with that.

“One can play football and the other one basketball then, so there is no fighting”.

“What if they want to model?”

“I rather they don’t. This industry is savage”.

“You could guide them”.

“I guess…”.

“Well, we’ll worry about that when that time comes. I just like knowing that it's something we both want in our future”.

“Yeah, should we watch the movie now? We don’t want to be here until too late or you’ll fall asleep again and the sofa will undo all the work my massage did”.

“Let’s watch it”, he said, kissing your head and moving you so you could be his little spoon.

The movie you picked was a comedy. You wanted something light for this cosy evening together and you loved laughing at all the silly jokes.

Rúben was laughing too but then he stopped and you just assumed he didn’t find them funny. Your sense of humour was quite different. But then you heard some light snoring and when you looked at him you saw he had fallen asleep…again.

"I guess we'll stay here then".

Another night spent sleeping on the sofa. At least you wouldn't be cold with all these blankets.

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias fluff #football imagine #footballer imagine #footballer fluff #footballer one shot

[celestialholz]

Surrendering fucking Sunflora.

Oh Brassius. Brassius, Brassius, Brassius. I'm going to have to murder you with my bare hands for this one. Don't even need to wake up the Armarouge - you take an extended nap, king, keep those cannons fresh.

Did you know guys that there are thirty-three Surrendering Sunflora in and around Artazon? I do, because I've just spent forty-five minutes of the only life I will ever have working it out. And then another twenty ensuring I'm not wrong, which I possibly still am because this bitch has hidden these things everywhere! Arceus has placed me on this earth only to suffer.

But in spending over an hour on this, finally my soul can rest, because I have confirmation. Confirmation of what, exactly?

... Well, every single Surrendering Sunflora location is representative of what Hassel means to Brassius, in one way or another.

Might want to get your popcorn for this one, friends, maybe grab a blanket...

First though, before I attempt the frankly ridiculous task of explaining all these locations and their meanings, corporate needs you to find the difference between these two pictures:

They're the same picture.

Hassel is Sunflora in human form and with more dragons, right down to his mostly-green-and-yellow colour scheme and sunshine personality. And we know from this little extract that he is the direct inspiration for Surrendering Sunflora, because after Brassius tells you Hassel saved his life, he adds:

Much like The Harvest is part-Arboliva, part-Brass and part-Hass, as seen here in respective shape, spikiness and dragon colour...

... Surrendering Sunflora is part-Sunflora, part-Hass and part-Brass, in form, representation, and mood at the time of its creation.

Anyway, with that established, a map that took me another forty minutes to put together:

This is the location of every Surrendering Sunflora in and around this goddamn hellscape of a town. (/j, it's very pretty, but I am a salty girl.)

Now, some of these are notably easier to figure out than others, but just for clarity's sake... one to thirty-three, a breakdown. (Of the numbers, not me. Although you pull any more of this shit Brassie, it will be my personal breakdown.) I would screenshot every one, but Tumblr's 10-pic limit is having none of it, so I'll show off the more interesting ones at points and note the rest in text. I will also be looking at them from the perspective of being the Sunflora - the direction the sculpture itself faces.

Now, bear in mind... these are allegorical. I've had to surmise what they mean in most cases, but... that's what an artist does. Art asks you to consider the artist's intent, to interpret what they meant by location, form, colour... whatever the piece entails. It's why we have art critics, why we have museums and art galleries - and all of these point to one singular conclusion: Brassius? Super fucking gay. If you've ever made a fic or a piece of art that hides small details or leaves things just a little to one's imagination, you've been Brassius with these sculptures.

... And frankly, why the hell else are they where they are? These are chosen spots. Most of them aren't even central, or helpful where they are, without an alternate dialogue to them.

So, let's begin!

One: just across and to the left of Two, and directly facing Glaseado Mountain. Hass leading him upwards, to literal higher heights. Doesn't get any grander or higher than Glaseado.

Two: atop a cliff face, and it's already pic time!

This one has a few things to say. First, it's overlooking the gym, second it's pointing directly south if you look at my mini-map. This is one of several that faces south, which is valid - most of Sunflora's dex entries tell us that it loves facing the sun, and in terms of planetary orbit, south is the direction in the day where the sun is at its height... which is telling, when Hassel led Brass out of depression, being his literal sunshine.

Three: right beneath the centre of the maze. Hass guiding him to the heart, his 'core' - helping him find meaning in life.

Four: also in the maze, but near the entrance. A guiding hand when one is lost, at a genuine 'dead end'. A little girl in another dead end of this maze comments how lost she is.

Five: is actually hilarious.

Sir are you fucking kidding me I will fight you in an Every Wich Way parking lot right now

Six: facing local small cliffs. Climbing the smaller hills first is a notable method of depression recovery, and given that Brass' health issues also seem physical, this is a small, easy-to-climb hill - a step to feeling healthier.

Seven and Eight: greeting you as you walk into town for the first time from the direction of Mesagoza. A feeling of comfort and homeliness, which two men with such a connection clearly have.

Nine: has a similar vibe - straight ahead of Seven and Eight, the first thing to greet you in the central plaza. The kind of welcome feeling Brass gets from Hass.

Ten and Eleven: are very obvious. These two directly face the maze, and are facing one another on opposite sides. Trust, warmth, familiarity. Interestingly, one faces east, and one west - where the sun rises and the sun sets. Hassel's always there for him.

Twelve: faces the way out to Levincia beyond, because welcoming works from either side of town.

Thirteen and Fourteen: are both either underneath the gym arena, or very nearly underneath, and Fourteen looks straight at the gym. What did I say about these two taking one another into battle?

Fifteen: is facing the pool... for a man who cries a lot. No further explanation required, but this is one of my favourites for how adorable and accepting it is on Brass' part.

Sixteen, Seventeen and Eighteen: the first of the climbing frame Sunfloras, and all of them are in a line, facing the gym. See Thirteen and Fourteen, but... these ones are also elevated, as though Hassel is watching over him during battle. Another gesture of support. They also happen to overlook a Heterarchical Loop, which we'll revisit in a mo...

Nineteen: is on the side of the climbing frame, staring at the Sunflora field used during the gym challenge. Given that it's also staring at said field's house, this is one of two things - emotional vigilance, or home comforts. It's also beside a version of The Harvest, which we know is part-Hass too.

Twenty: climbing frame, above Sixteen, Seventeen and Eighteen - an even higher guardian, and also one that can see the arena. This is also directly across from the Paradoxical Popper, and coupled with what I just mentioned about the Heterarchical Loop... well, this brilliant piece of meta that you've probably already read (top job, fellow theorist <3) shows us that yeah, these old pieces by an unnamed artist are probably also Brassie's, which makes this completely adorable - we know from Art (4) that Brass considers his old pieces 'shallow trash'. By his masterpieces overlooking them, they act as a reminder - that Hassel believes in him, that he can do brilliant things - that his new work has a purpose. Even if they aren't his old works, the fact that he places them literally higher up shows that he has more respect for something inspired by Hassel than any other works.

Twenty-One and Twenty-Two: the last of the climbing frame ones, and again, at height, and directly facing the gym. Just behind these is a climbing wall, which heads up towards a dragon-coloured Harvest. Considering that we can infer that Hassel influenced Surrendering Sunflora first, as Brass tells us that he created it directly after Hass saved him, having to head up to a Harvest coloured with Hass' type is really quite sweet as it was likely a result of their connection later down the line. But regardless of order, these two are again indicative of Hass' care for him.

Twenty-Three: is... well, at the back of someone's house. What's fun about this one is that A. there is literally no reason for this to be here if it's simply about showing off an art piece, and B. even in the daytime, as you can see, this spot? Perpetually in the shade. Even when Brassius feels dark, there's Hassel - his permanent sunshine, making sure he never feels too alone, or abandoned in a place no one would look for him.

Another of my favourites - the symbolism here is gorgeous.

Twenty-Four and Twenty-Five: greet you if you walk into town from the Levincia side, which is very much along the same lines as Seven and Eight - a warm, sunshine welcome, a peacefulness of spirit.

Twenty-Six: stares directly at the side of the Go-for-Broke Grill... which just so happens to be where one finds Encounter Power: Dragon food. Goddamn gay people and their apples...

Twenty-Seven: is behind the Grill, and looking straight at the Sunflora field. The Sunflora field is not only a core part of the gym test, but the specific direction of this one points at the house attached to the field. So not only is this field full of sunshine, it's overlooked by it, too. Anything directed towards a house also speaks of hearth and home - a comfort, a feeling of literally being 'at home' in someone's presence.

Twenty-Eight and Twenty-Nine: stand as guardians to the Sunflora field, right on either side of its gate. Now, for this one, I would like to draw your attention to a piece of dialogue Hass gives you during the League:

"I am Hassel, the dragon guarding the final fortress of the Elite test."

Whilst this field is no fortress, these ones nevertheless stand taller than any other Surrendering Sunflora in the town - the 'protectors' of the field of sunshine, the warmth and the light Brass has experienced beneath Hass. Now, given that Hass also tells you in the League that his job as a teacher is to guide students and watch them grow... well, here we are. He's helped Brassius grow, prosper, and find his inner light, and he'll protect him at all costs from that darkness. And size matters, here - these are big, they stand out, therefore they are deliberately important. This is Brassius' greatest impression of his love - as a protector, and a guide to the light.

Thirty: stands in the Sunflora field itself. This one is notably smaller than the gatekeepers, the usual size of those around town, and is just across from a dragon Harvest in the same field. Again, why not put your emotional sunshine in a field of your actual ones? (And why not do it twice, y'know, because you're massively dramatic...)

Thirty-One: sees our final return to the climbing frame - this is one of the ones I missed originally, because it's directly beneath it. There's another one down here too, right beneath the Popper, but as they mean the same thing as Twenty-Three, we'll count them together - a location always dark and in shade, illuminated. They're also hemmed in by the wooden walls of the climbing frame - they are, quite literally, trapped - like one might be in their own mind, during depression, without a source of light.

Thirty-Two: is probably my favourite of them all. This harks back to number One, overlooking Glaseado, except...

Well, this looks at another mountain, and it's literally not in Artazon - it's the one I showed you in the very first photo of this post. The location box for Artazon doesn't even crop up. It is, however, facing direct south, but... what's it doing here?

In facing the sun's peak, this one exists to show us that there isn't a mountain Hassel can't help Brassius overcome, however high. Look at where you end up, if you follow this cliff directly from this Sunflora:

The highest peak you can see all of Artazon clearly from, considerably overlooking every other Sunflora that already overlooks core parts of the town important to Brassie. You know what they call that level of symbolism? Fucking love.

And finally, we end on Thirty-Three, which... well. I think we all know what a Pokemon Center does. It heals, it brings your Pokemon back from the brink of death - and who do we know, who's done that for Brassius?

... Pokemon Centers are free, and in this generation, even feature a kindly Nurse Joy who will offer you guidance and assistance through the big, wide, open world of Paldea from the goodness of her own heart.

... This whole town is a love letter. At every turn, you run into a new page of narrative through these Sunfloras: you slot together another meaning, you see the hearts of two men woven into every little stitch. And whether or not this was Brassius' intention, it was almost certainly the intention of those who made him. This is what art directors do, this is what devs hide for you to find. This is Pokemon's ultimate Easter egg, and it is fucking beautiful.

I don't know any more than you lovely people do if they're ever going to officially confirm Hassius as a romantic duo - in love, married, whatever. And I'd love to see it as much as you all would, but... well, I already have. Here it is, right in front of us, if only we're willing to look. Of all the meta I've posted on these two so far, this... yeah, this is the most gay and glorious of them all. And I've still got more to say, just... not on this. We're good here.

... Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to do that killing thing I mentioned earlier, though maybe after a nap... sir you must die by my own hand for CRIMES AGAINST MY FREE TIME. (jk, king. Love you, keep doing what you're doing. I am but an average poster without your delicious homosexuality. xoxo)

#ephemeralartshipping #hassius #brassel x hassius #brassius #hassel #pokemon scarlet and violet #I have sunk about five hours of the ONE LIFE I have into this and I regret absolutely nothing if I'm honest lmao #it's the most goddamn beautiful thing I've ever seen #I'm literally that one meme guy who's like 'I've looked at this for five hours now' #... fuck. Just... fuck. #meta #gay gay homosexual GAY. #how are you going to give me the most wholesome love story in the canon and not even officially TELL ME it's the most wholesome love story

[witchywriter18]

Raising children with Sebastian

This is a continuation of this headcannon list.

For some reason, I imagine Sebastian as a girl dad. Idk, he just gives off that vibe.

ANYWAY!

After you both get home from St. Mungo's, you promptly go pass out on your shared bed since you just pushed out a human being.

Sebastian on the other hand is wide awake, sitting in your rocking chair while holding his baby girl.

You're probably out for a couple of hours and wake up to find Sebastian still sitting there and holding your daughter, just staring at her while silently crying in happiness.

After a few days of settling in, your friends start visiting, wanting to see more of the baby and hold her.

Sebastian is very reluctant, not wanting his daughter to be held by anyone else but you and himself.

"Have you washed your hands? Did you wash them for 5 full minutes?"

Yeah, your friends basically need to be squeaky clean before they even think about holding your daughter according to Sebastian. You try to tell him that he's going a little overboard but-

"Overboard? MC, I'm not letting our daughter catch any germs our friends trek in from the outside world."

He can't be swayed. It's a full body scrub down or no holding the baby.

So I actually looked it up and breast pumps were a thing at this time (they were invented in 1854). So you make sure to pump regularly so that if you're not available, there's a supply of milk for Sebastian to feed your daughter with.

When Sebastian has to return to work after his leave, he actually considers quitting and being a stay-at-home father. He doesn't want to leave his girls 🥺

"Sebastian, we can't both be the stay-at-home parent. One of us has to be working and my freelance career doesn't provide substantial funds for us to be raising a family. Especially if we want more children after Anne."

"*sigh* Fine! I'll go back to work! But I won't like it!"

So he begrudgingly goes to work, pouting the whole time.

"Damn society, need money to function. I just want to stay at home with my wife and daughter but nooooo! Money is unfortunately needed to be earned to be able to live and support a family!"

"Um, Mr. Sallow? Maybe now isn't the time since we're currently on a potentially dangerous mission?"

Any enemies that get in his path are promptly eradicated in his annoyed rage.

As soon as the clock strikes 5 o'clock, he is out! Goodbye! Anything else you have for him can wait until tomorrow! He has a wife and child go smother in kisses!

"I'm home! Where are my beautiful girls?!"

It's like this everyday now. Pouty when he leaves, full of energy when he returns. Not always great when Anne is napping....

"I'M HOME MY LOVES-"

"WAHHHHH!"

"SEBASTIAN SALLOW I SWEAR TO MERLIN-"

Safe to say Anne is a daddy's girl. Not to mention she has Sebastian wrapped around her little finger. Gets that from you though.

"Sebastian, is that another stuffed toy? Didn't you already bring Anne one two days ago?"

"Yes but look! This one's a snake! I just need to find a badger one to go with it.... maybe just get one of every Hogwarts mascot."

Yeah, your daughter is SPOILED!!! She has to make grabby hands at something and it's hers.

There was arguing at who's name she'd say first.

"She's going to say 'papa' first, I guarantee it!"

"No, I think it'll be 'mama'."

"SNUFFLES!" *happy Graphorn noises in the background*

Did I mention that you take Anne to visit your beasts? You do and they're all so gentle and sweet to her. ESPECIALLY your Graphorn, Snuffles. He keeps his tail away from her though since it's spikey.

Once Anne is a year old, Sebastian is ready for another.

"Come on love, we agreed that after Anne turned one, we'd discuss about having another baby. Please?"

"Sebastian, it's literally midnight. Ask me again after Anne's birthday party. Now go to sleep."

Yes. Yes he did wake up as soon as the clock struck midnight on your daughter's 1st birthday.

One week later, you and Sebastian actually sit down to discuss having another baby.

"If you're going to put another baby in me, at least take me out to dinner first."

"Done. I'll go call Ominis and Poppy to watch Anne!"

"I didn't mean right this second!"

Is anyone surprised he got you pregnant again a month later? No? Okay then.

This time though... it's twins.

"Since I'm giving birth to two babies at once, you have to wait two years this time around before you even bring up the subject of more children. And I'm not making any promises."

Your twins are fraternal brother and sister. The boy is named Eleazar (after Fig 🥲) and the girl is named Áine (Celtic goddess of wealth and summer, name meaning "radiance")

When it is time for Anne to go to Hogwarts, both you and Sebastian are misty eyed. Thankfully for Sebastian's nerves, Feldcroft is a flooflame away if she needs either of you. Or if there's some boys he needs to scare away.

"No boys until I'm dead and buried, understand?"

Then once the twins start school, your little nest is empty until the holiday breaks or occasional visits. And Sebastian is suffering from empty nest syndrome.

"Darling. Since all the children are off at Hogwarts, I was thinking..."

"That you want another child?"

"Yeeessss."

You agree because you also miss your babies and want another one.

9-10 months later, you have another baby girl named Gwen.

Also, if it wasn't clear, every single one of your children has Sebastian's freckles. Your children look like a mix of both of you but they always end up gaining Sebastian's freckles. And his mischievous behavior.

"ANNE, ELEAZAR, AND ÁINE SALLOW!!! HOW DARE YOU SNEAK INTO THE RESTRICTED SECTION AND NOT CONSULT ME!!! IF YOU DID, YOU WOULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN CAUGHT!!!"

"Sebastian, that is not the purpose of this howler!"

"Oh, right. I mean, HOW DARE YOU SNEAK INTO THE RESTRICTED SECTION!!! THAT WAS VERY WRONG OF YOU AND I'M VERY CROSS!!! *quieter voice* I'm not really, your mother is just making me seem responsible. I am disappointed in you getting caught though. Remind me to teach you a charm next time you visit home."

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #female mc

[juniperwoodwell]

Pen and Paper

•Kylo Ren x F! Reader

•Word count:1k

•Warning(s):None,except some small strangulation... possibly OOC Kylo(???). Use of y/n but no description of physical appearance.

•A/n:Wrote this in the spur of the moment, so uh. Enjoy.

photo not mine

Paperwork. Worst thing there could ever possibly be. What makes it so much worse is that this paperwork is so important that it has to be done with actual pen and paper instead of digital like everything else. Y/n has been working on this for a few hours now; she was exhausted from the lack of sleep recently and the new promotion she got, being now supreme leader Kylo Ren's "secretary" That wasn't her accurate title, but it sure felt like it should be. She groaned and put her forehead on the table, a sigh escaping her, "Five minutes, I could nap for five minutes, then finish these." She mumbled to herself; she released another sigh as she sat back up, deciding against napping and, instead, getting up to stretch; once she finished the cat-like stretch, she went over to a small section of the room that had a refreshments bar for higher class officers, which technically she qualified as. "Now...The real question is...Coffee?" she nodded to herself. The room y/n chose to work in was usually unoccupied unless it was the middle of a standard day; she was glad to have a shift that kept her normal circadian rhythm, but others weren't so lucky. About an hour later, her mug was empty; rubbing her eyes as she sat back in her chair, the pile of paper only seemed to get bigger. Why did she have to do this again? "Because I asked you to."

Kylo Ren's voice echoed calmly in the room; how long had he been there? "Oh! Uh...Ky-Supreme leader." She went to stand, but he raised his hand, signaling her to stay seated. She nodded. "You didn't have to do all this tonight; you know that, right?" He asked as he walked over and sat opposite her. "Oh. Yeah, But I figured since it's currently my only assignment, I thought I'd try to get as much done as soon as possible. Also. Sir- No...Never mind"           

"Hm?" he tilted his head to the side, a few strands of hair falling over his forehead. He knew what she wanted to ask, but making her nervous was entertaining.

 "I...was just wondering why you read my thoughts a moment ago?"

Kylo suppressed a smirk as he answered, "Your stress is very loud."

 Y/n scratched her head at his words. "Ah, Sorry,"

"Don't be. I find it quite amusing, to be honest." The confused look on her face caused Kylo's cold exterior to melt away.

 "Y/n," He said softly after he watched her work for a while longer. "Hmm?" She didn't look up from the paper she was currently working on. "Y/n," he repeated, this time a bit firmer. She lifted her head. "Yes, sir?" she asked, placing her pen down. "I'll take over from here. You go get some rest." This soft side of him wasn't as unusual as you'd think it'd be. Well, at least not with Y/n. "But sir-" She sighed as he shook his head; there was no arguing. But this is Y/n we're talking about. She's pretty stubborn about things like this. "With all due respect. I'd rather stay here, Sir. This is my assignment, and I plan on finishing it. By. Myself." Her drowsiness from earlier is now nonexistent. She was determined to complete her first official task from the supreme leader, and not even he could stop her.

 "I understand that. But you should have been asleep five hours ago. You're going to throw off your normal schedule, which will cause you to work inconsistently when I ask you to do other tasks in the future. Go to bed." His words were soft yet just as determined as hers.

Y/n sighed. "Can I just take a nap? I don't want to lose my motivation."

"What motivation? One page is taking you almost twenty minutes when it should only take ten." he countered, grabbing the pen from the table before she could get it again.

 A low grumble erupted from Y/n; she defiantly crossed her arms on her chest.

"You've got some nerve defying me like this. You're being a brat. Go. to. bed, or I'll make you."

"Then make me, Sir." This man was her boss, a temperamental, annoyingly handsome boss but still. What was she thinking?

The darkness of Kylo's pupils seemed to grow impossibly darker at her words; the temptation to follow her words was intoxicating. "One last chance." He advised, raising a brow, daring her to continue defying him. Reluctantly she stood from her chair; disappointment was written clearly on her face like a neon sign. Kylo could not withstand her disappointed pout; he gathered all the paperwork. "Wh- What are you doing?" She got no response until all the papers were neatly stacked into two separate piles. "You have two options. You let me finish this paperwork, and you go to bed, or we try to do both piles together and get them done as soon as possible so we can both go to bed. You'll still get the task done...Mostly, by yourself." He held out the pen to her as she weighed her options, the answer was obvious, but the allure of sleep was compelling. She took the pen and sat back in her seat; Kylo mirrored her actions. "Smart choice." He remarked.

 A while later, when both of them were halfway through their piles, Kylo Stood up from his seat. "Okay, let's take a break."

"Already?" Y/n huffed a laugh, looking up at the man.

 "Yes. Already. Taking a break can help remotivate you." He waved his hand, motioning her to stand up.

 "Yea...I suppose, Sir." She did as she was instructed; she followed him over to the large transparasteel window.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to this view," Y/n murmured as she stared out at the vast expanse of space. "Yeah, me too." She turned to look at him, only to find him already gazing at her. Kylo took a cautious step forward to see what she'd do; when she didn't move, he took another step in, their eyes never parting for even a second. Only a few inches stood between them when he stood directly in front of her. The atmosphere around them was thick with anticipation; he reached a leather-clad hand to her face and brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, leaning in ever so slightly.

The moment was sharply interrupted by a stormtrooper swiftly walking into the room, but before he could even say a word, he was in the air, his hands clinging to nothing as Kylo's hand was outstretched toward the poor trooper. Y/n was startled by how quickly things went from two different kinds of tense; when she looked up at Kylo, anger was etched onto his features. She reached up and put her hand on his outstretched arm. His head whipped away from the trooper to her; his expression was still stiff with anger, but his eyes were frantic with confusion. "It's okay. Put him down." Y/n's gentle and calm words persuaded Kylo from killing the Stormtrooper. "Speak. Quickly. What do you want?"

Kylo walked towards the man in white as he stood up from the floor. "I was told by General Hux that you were needed for a meeting about the resistance." Kylo turned to look at Y/n, then back to the trooper. "This wasn't scheduled." his voice was taut, almost bubbling over with anger. He swore Hux did this purposefully to make his life more challenging. Kylo sighed and dismissed the Stormtrooper. When he turned around to Y/n, she was staring out of the window again. "I'm Sorry." he breathed out. "For what, sir?" She asks, her gaze not turning from the window. He stood behind her, his form towering over hers. He stared at their reflections for a few moments before answering, "I know I said I'd help you finish your work. But if this emergency meeting manages to be important. You know what I have to prioritize." Y/n nodded.

Her gaze fixed on his in the reflection. "Of course. Let's hope it's important so you don't accidentally take someone's head off..."

"...And by someone, you mean Hux?"

Y/n sighed and nodded. "Precisely."

 "It won't get that far...Hopefully." Kylo stepped back as Y/n turned around to face him.

"Well? Go on." She smiled kindly at him.

"Are you giving me orders now, Miss Y/l/n?"

An embarrassed red glow crept onto Y/n's face. "I...Uh. N-No, Sir."

Her soldier façade was back instantly; this casualness was rare but never unpleasant in Kylo's opinion, but perhaps Y/n found it inappropriate. No, Kylo knew the truth. She could hide behind her outward appearance, but he knew what was happening inside her head. He smirked teasingly; he stepped away from her and returned to the table to gather the papers again, putting them in one pile and back into the file they came out of; he turned his head towards Y/n as she walked back over.

He handed her the file, "I'd like you to accompany me." He stated; this wasn't a request but an order. "Yes, Sir." She tried to hide it, but her nervousness raged loudly in her mind. A gentle pressure was laid on her shoulder; Kylo had placed his hand there reassuringly. "All you have to do is sit there and be quiet unless spoken to. I won't mind if you decide to nap through it since you'll be sitting in the back. There's no need to be anxious, so breathe." He reassured her and gently squeezed her shoulder. "Okay...I can do that, Sir." Y/n nodded. "Good, Now we should get going." And with that, they left the room, heading towards the conference room.

#writing #writers on tumblr #fanfic #reader insert #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x f! reader #kylo x reader #kylo ren x you #kylo ren #star wars #star wars fanfiction

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Surprises 💞

slightlyvicked asked:

Oh, oh, I got one!

I absolutely think that Eddie and Wayne celebrate Christmas in some capacity but I don't think they are big on decorating, because, for one they live in a pretty cramped space and two, because they are both men and ... well, you see my point?

So it's Eddie's and Reader's first Christmas together as a couple and she notices how Eddie gets a little nostalgic and sad when he sees the Christmas decorations at her house, so she buys some stuff (that won't take up much space) and decorates their trailer as a surprise!

Warnings; Fluff 💞

😘💞

Christmas was coming and yn was in full-blown Christmas spirit. Her house was decorated and she had been baking gingerbread men and sugar cookies.

Her house smelt of vanilla and cinnamon and the twinkling lights and cute decor gave Eddie a little pit in his stomach.

He and Uncle Wayne celebrated the holidays but they didn't exactly go out, maybe they would have a tree up and they would exchange presents but that was it and while he enjoyed it, he loved this kind of atmosphere too.

It was like the Christmas house of dreams or the type of houses you would see in Christmas movies and Hallmark cards.

This was the first time he had experienced anything like this. It was his first Christmas with his princess and he was looking forward to spending it with her.

He notices yn watching him and his reaction and he kisses her forehead.

"This is fucking awesome princess" she beams and kisses him.

"You seem, sad baby, what's wrong?" he shakes his head.

"It's just Wayne and I don't really do this. Go all out and that's fine you know? This is nice though like it feels like a Hallmark Christmas card. I like it a lot. Makes me feel kinda nostalgic"

As he looks around still mesmerised yn begins to form a plan in her mind to make her boyfriend happy.

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The next day she goes to the mall with her mind on Christmas decorations, she doesn't want to go completely all out as she isn't sure if Eddie's Uncle Wayne would like too much decor.

She got on very well with him and didn't want to overstep boundaries or anything but she figured a few Christmas touches would be okay.

The first thing she bought was warm fairy lights as Eddie had mentioned how much he loved them.

Then she moved on to homeware. Festive tea towels, winter-scented candles that smelled of Christmas spices and home baking, mugs with Santa on them for Eddie and Wayne (they did have an extensive mug collection on the wall)

Then she found a plaid throw for Eddie's bed and Wayne's. Mini Christmas trees to dot around the trailer and stockings and ingredients for her to bake gingerbread men and sugar cookies.

Now all she had to do was decorate without Eddie or Wayne finding out.

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Her perfect opportunity comes that weekend when Eddie and Wayne go to help fix a neighbour's car and she is left alone in the trailer.

The work has to be done quickly as she has no idea when they will be back. It could be half an hour to a few hours according to Eddie as his uncle got chatting with Mr Williams.

"I'll try and be back as quickly as I can baby, you sure you don't want to come with?" She smiles.

"As much as the thought of you getting all sweaty and greasy is a very, very hot image handsome. I have a headache. Do you mind if I lay down in your room? Have a nap" he kisses her forehead.

"Of course sweetheart"

Once they were gone she put her plan into action and began to decorate. Hanging up the lights and putting the decorations in places, the throws on the bed and everything else ready for when they came back.

Then she began to bake the cookies and gingerbread men. Soon the place was filled with scents of sugar, cinnamon and vanilla.

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"What is that delicious smell?" she hears Wayne ask Eddie before they come in and nerves build in her stomach as they enter the trailer.

Eddie and Wayne look around looking stunned.

"I hope you don't mind Mr Munson. Eddie was over at my house and said he loved how mine is decorated and so I wanted to surprise you both" she hopes that he doesn't mind and begins to feel even more nervous.

Wayne's face breaks into a smile and he gives her a hug.

"It's Wayne Darlin, not Mr Munson, this is such a sweet thing you did honey. Truly lovely. Thank you so much... and it that cinnamon I smell?" She nods.

"I'm making sugar cookies and gingerbread men for you and Eddie" Wayne ruffles Eddie's hair.

"You got a good one here son, a real gem" Eddie nods his face full of love.

"I know. I'm so lucky, this is incredible sweetheart. I can't believe you did this" she hugs him.

"Do you really like it?" She asks hopeful and he grins.

"I do. Thank you so much, sweetheart, now how about we have some of those delicious cookies yeah?" She nods and begins to plate them up.

Wayne turns on the radio and Bing Crosby is on as they settle down to enjoy the treats.

💞💞

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader

[shaldaar]

The Watchtower

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

This work contains heavy smut at the end, fair warning.

Pronouns for the reader are not used, but is described as being AMAB

The gentle breeze ruffles my long hair as I strum my guitar on the guard tower. Daryl came back with it from a run a few weeks ago. I was honestly surprised he remembered I said I missed playing, I only mentioned it once in passing like two months ago. Rick and the others don’t mind if I play it on watch, as long as I pay attention. Sometimes I play real songs I know from before, but most of the time I just solo strum or finger pick random melodies, as I’m doing right now.

“That’s a new one.” I jump as Daryl speaks behind me, not expecting him to be here just yet.

“I swear, you’re the only person I know who can walk up metal stairs in a tower that echoes and make no noise at all.” I say and continue strumming. He grunts behind me, but says nothing more as he pulls up a chair next to me. I glance over to look at him, and while he’s almost constantly dirty from runs or hunting, he ever ceases to make me forget to breathe. The yellow light from the lamp above us reflects off of his handsome features as he settles into the chair with the rifle on his lap. He sighs and looks up and out past the fence, scouring for walkers. I take one last look at him before I resume my playing, this time I hum a simple tune to match the melody. We sit like that for most of the night, basking in comfortable silence with nothing but the rusting of leaves and my occasional strumming, or the scratch of my pencil as I sketch in my notepad. Every once in a while I hear the rustle of his clothes as he shifts in the chair, sometimes I swear he’s intentionally leaning over to watch me draw, even though he tries to poorly hide it. 

At the six hour mark on our watch, I can tell that the sky is getting lighter, although it’s very slow going. I put my notebook down on the floor beside me so I can stretch and yawn obnoxiously in my chair. He looks over and snorts lightly at me.

“You can go inside the tower and nap for a bit. We only have about thirty minutes left anyways. I'll be fine on my own.” I shake my head through my yawn.

“Nah. I’ll be alright. When I fall asleep it’ll be for the whole day, I’d rather be in my bunk.” He nods, but doesn’t say anything else for a few minutes. I’m fighting with my eyelids by the time he opens his mouth again.

“Hey uh, have you ever…I mean, do you, have you-”

“Just spit it out Dixon.” I interrupt playfully, softly chuckling at his poor communication skills. It’s cute. He rolls his eyes dramatically, but clears his throat and tries again.

“Have you ever, ya know, liked anyone before…?” I look at him stunned for a second, that was the last thing I expected him to say. He refuses to look me in the eye, and the longer I stay silent, the pinker his face gets. I blink a few times to get rid of my shock before I respond.

“I uh, I have yes. Why do you ask?” As soon as the question leaves my lips his body goes rigid and his face turns beat red.

“No reason.” he mumbles, and shifts uncomfortably in the chair. I finally get what’s going on and start to chuckle, trying to mask the disappointment I feel inside, since it’s most likely not me he has a thing for.

“I never thought I’d see the day Daryl Dixon fell for anybody! Who’s the lucky lady?” He doesn’t respond for a moment, but instead stands up and walks away from me completely, mumbling something about ‘regretting this’ to himself.

“Daryl! I’m sorry, I wasn’t making fun of you! I was just surprised is all.” I try to place my hand on his shoulder but he leans away from me. I drop it and sigh and turn to lean on the railing. There’s silence for a beat, then I hear his voice again.

“Can you tell me what it was like? How you knew?” He asks me. Any other person might’ve been upset that he just glossed over what happened, but I know he’s trying to make up for it in his own way.

“Uh, well, I’ve never actually been with anyone before unless it was a one night stand. I wasn’t exactly accepted in modern society. But as far as liking someone? It’s just one of those things that hits you out of the blue one day. One minute you’re drawing, and the next minute you’re sitting in your bunk reeling from the sudden realization. It’s a strong feeling you get to want to love and protect someone, that feels completely different from the way a friend or a family member makes you feel.” I say, still gazing out at the beginning of the sunrise. He makes a small noise of what I assume to be understanding, before he leans on the railing next to me.

“What do you mean about ‘not exactly accepted’”? He asks. I stay quiet for a while, trying to figure out how to phrase it to where he won’t hate me. He gently nudges me with his elbow to encourage me to talk.

“I’m gay, Daryl.” He looks over at me, but his facial features are indecipherable. He doesn’t say anything, but he also doesn’t leave, or shift away from me like I have a disease. I let the silence drag on, panicking, trying to think of something to say.

“Sooo….who’s the lucky lady?” I ask stupidly. He lets out a surprised laugh, but he doesn’t react explosively like last time, which I take as a good sign. I nudge him the way he did me earlier. He sighs and hangs his head down out of my sight.

“It isn’t a lady.” He mumbles so quietly that I wouldn’t have heard him if we were anywhere but here. I feel a stupid lovestruck grin force its way onto my face.

“You’re gay?! No way dude! Finally, I’m not alone!” I throw my fists in the air next to him, and he looks over at me with a cute relaxed smile on his face, rolling his eyes. “ I figured you’d be super offended by me, considering your background and all. And Merle. In hindsight, that was wrong of me to judge you like that.” He just rolls his eyes, but the smile is still on his face.

“I don’t blame ya’.” I gaze into his eyes for a short while before I snap myself out of it.

“So are you gonna tell me who he is or..?”

“Nope.” He pops the “p.” I groan and flop into my chair dramatically. “WhY?” He chuckles and sits back down next to me.

“Cause. You’d probably hate me.” I look at him confused.

“Daryl I-” The sound of footsteps coming up the metal stairs interrupts me, and shortly after Rick comes up through the trap door, and a moment later, Carl comes in behind him.

“Good mornin’. You guys do okay up here?”

“Mornin’ Rick! Carl. We’re all good! How are you?” I ask cheerfully, standing up to greet them.

“We’re good. Judith kept waking up in the middle of the night, so I didn’t get much sleep.” I look at him with sympathy.

“Oh man, that sucks. How about you kiddo? Get any sleep?” Carl just rolls his eyes at the nickname.

“I guess.” He says in a monotone voice. I ruffle his hair and he voices his protest and tries to swat my hands away. Rick smiles bittersweetly at the scene.

“You okay?

“Yeah it’s just.. Lori did that to him a lot. I’m glad you get along with him so well. He needed a father figure when I wasn’t there.”

“Oh it’s no trouble. I love this goober!” Carl walks away from both of us.

“Can we just start watch Dad?” He asks, loaded with attitude.

“Yeah yeah. Well, anyways, it was nice to see you. They’ve got you and Daryl so busy these days.” Daryl abruptly stands up, grabs his gear, and leaves without saying anything.

“Woah, you guys have a fight or something?” Rick asks, concerned.

“Uh, no I don’t know what that was.” I say, confused at why he just stormed out, especially since Rick is his best friend.

“Huh.” Rick shrugs and starts setting up his stuff with Carl.

“I’m going to go to bed, see you guys later.” They both say their goodbye’s and I leave to go sleep in my cell, too tired to try to hunt Daryl down when, for some reason, he seems to not want to be found.

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A few hours later, I’m woken up by Carol.

“Hey hun, it’s time to get up. Lunch is in a bit and you said you’d help me on the grill today, remember?” I groggily look at her, rub my eyes, and slowly sit up in bed.

“Yeah I do, just give me a minute to get dressed and I’ll meet you out there. She nods and smiles before she starts to walk out of my cell.

“Oh hey, have you seen Daryl today?” She turns to look at me.

“I did earlier this morning, but he didn’t look very happy. He was headed out on a hunt I think. Did something happen between you two last night?” 

“I mean yeah, but nothing bad, we just had a deeper conversation than normal. Actually the most informative one I’ve ever had with him.” She chuckles, as if she knows something I don’t. I squint my eyes at her. “What?”

“Oh nothing, he just gets like that sometimes. Trust issues and all that. Try to talk to him later on when he comes back.” She says before leaving, a few seconds later she pokes her head back in while I’m reaching for my boots. “And hurry up. You’re officially late.” Then she disappears for good. I finish getting dressed and quickly follow after to help with the lunch rush.

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“Nice job on the grill today Mr. (L/N)!” Patrick says excitedly as I serve him a healthy portion of pork and some bread. “You and Mr.Dixon are like, the ultimate team! Standing watch AND helping hunt and cook lunch on the same day? You are awesome! Can I shake your hand?” He asks and sticks his hand out for me. I grin and slap my hand on some raw pig before shaking the kid’s hand. He seems ecstatic at the gesture regardless, and walks back to his table with some of the other kids. As I throw more meat on the grill, I see Daryl walking up with a deer carcass.

“Hi Daryl!” I call out to get his attention. When he looks my way I smile and wave, but he simply grunts and ignores me. He almost looks annoyed. 

“Hey Carol, are you gonna be good for a minute or two?” I turn to ask her. She smiles and nods at me.

“Go get him.” She says before turning back to the grill. I don’t know how that woman knows everything all the time. But she definitely knows I’m so gay for that stupid redneck. I quickly leave the grill area to run after him in the prison. I catch up with him just as he’s dropping off his kill at the kitchen. I wait until he’s done giving instructions to the people working in there before trying to speak with him. 

“Hey man, wait up!” I call out, but this time he doesn’t even glance up, he just rounds the corner into his cellblock. I speed walk after him and catch a glimpse of him walking into his cell, probably to sleep for the first time in almost 18 hours. I walk up to the door and see that his back is to me, and he’s unpacking his backpack on the table he dragged in here from one of the staff rooms. I slap my palm on the cinderblock wall a few times to get his attention.

“What the hell do you want?” His grumpy voice rubs me the wrong way, but I keep calm.

“Are you okay?” He tenses up at the question, but doesn’t respond. I fully step into the room and place my fingertips lightly on his bicep to try to get him to look at me. He roughly shoves them off before resuming unpacking. “Daryl?” He spins around so fast I almost trip trying to take a step back. He’s so angry, and I can't figure out why.

  “I said, what the hell do you want?” He spits at me, the question laced with venom. I stand my ground but try to remain calm, despite feeling like I’m being attacked for no damn reason.

“I want to know why the hell you’re suddenly ignoring me, and why you’re so damn mad.” He takes a few steps forward and collides his forehead with mine, trying to intimidate me. I grab his shirt and shove him into the wall.

“Is it because of our conversation last night? Cause don’t worry, I haven’t told anyone about what you said. I would never do that to you” I say with aggression in my tone becoming softer with every sentance.

“Get the hell off of me.” He growls, the rage in his eyes crystal clear.

“No! Not until you tell me what I did that set you off so bad!” He grabs my hips and throws my body off of his. He just stands there, refusing to look at me, and says nothing.

“Fine then, if you don’t want to tell me you don’t have to. I tried to do right by you.” I leave, furiously wiping tears from my eyes. I go back to my cell and lay down, crying until I fall asleep again.

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This time it’s Glenn who wakes me up.

“Hey man, I know you spent all night on watch, and I’m sorry to wake you, but Daryl has taken all his stuff and locked himself in the East tower, and we aren’t sure why. He won’t let anyone up, not even Carol. He’s stopped talking to us altogether. Maggie and I are in the West tower, so it isn’t affecting us, everyone who’s still awake is just worried about him.” I scoff, and Glenn gives me a weird look.

“Like he would want to talk to me of all people.” 

“What are you talking about? You guys are always together?” I sit up.

“We had a big fight earlier, and he made it pretty fuckin clear he doesn’t want to talk to me, or even have me in his life in general. I don’t even know what I did, he refused to tell me.” Glenn looks at me in sympathy.

“Can you come out anyways? You never know. It could work.” I playfully roll my eyes and stand up.

“I guess so, but don’t be surprised when it pisses him off even more.” Glenn chuckles and stands up with me, and we walk outside together. When we get to the tower, I see that there is a small group of people around it, trying to figure out what to do, Rick among them. When he sees me his face melts into relief and he jogs over to me.

“Thank god you’re here. Hopefully now he’ll come down and stop scarin people.” I chuckle.

“HA! Yeah, we’ll see about that. We had a fight after lunch and I’m pretty sure he despises me now for some reason.” Rick looks stunned for a moment.

“Couldn’t hurt to try.” He turns around to face the tower as I shrug. He places his hands around his mouth to yell up at Daryl. “Hey Daryl! (Y/N) is here! He wants to talk!” There’s a long beat of silence, before his silhouette comes through the door and appears on the railing. A second later we hear the keys to the entrance plop loudly on the ground. I go over and pick them up. I unlock the door, then turn to face everyone.

  “Wish me luck guys.” I wave and shut the door before ascending the stairs. I push the trapdoor open and see Daryl sitting in the corner of the room, the lamp outside the only light source. I climb out before climbing out and sitting in the opposite corner. I lean my elbows on my knees and look him dead in the eyes. He shuffles under my gaze.

“Are you ready to talk now? Or should I save my breath and go back down?” I ask, ice coating my words. He has the grace to lower his head.

“I’m sorry.”

“I appreciate that, but I still don’t understand what the fuck I did to warrant you treating me the way you did today.” I lean back in the chair, crossing my arms.

“I just…I was trying to-” I cut him off.

“Just spit it out Dixon.” The same phrase as this morning, but it doesn’t have the playful tone anymore. He takes a second to collect himself, and think about what he wants to say.

“I was jealous, and I’ve never…I’ve never felt that before. I didn’t know how to react to it, and I’m sorry.” I stare at him for a moment, my emotions hard to differentiate.

“Jealous of what?”

“Rick.”

“Why?” “You guys were flirting.”

“Flirting? What do you mean-...Oh. Daryl, do you like me?” I gaze at him with growing curiosity. His face turns red again and he nods.

“I’m sorry for treating you like that. It wasn’t right of me, no matter how scared I was to tell you.”

“You’re right, and if you ever treat me like that again I’m breaking up with your ass.” I say, and let him process what I said. After a second, he looks up at me in shock.

“Break up?”

“Break up.” He just stares at me. I roll my eyes. “I like you too, dumbass. Have for a while” His face turns a few shades darker.

“So, what now?” I smirk at him, but say nothing. I stand up and walk over to him. I stick my hand out for him to grab. He looks at it for a second before hesitantly grabbing it. I pull him to his feet, flush against my body. I place my hand securely on his hips and he wraps his arms around my neck and lets them hang down my spine. I lean my head close to his neck and whisper in his ear.

“Is this good?” He shivers at the sound of my voice and presses himself against me.

“Yeah.” He almost pants. I start leaving small pecks on the shell of his ear and I feel his body completely relax. I move down and start kissing his neck and he leans his head to the side to give me access. I start sucking and biting in some places, and his breath gets heavier. I gently lick over the bite marks and I feel his fingers thread through my long tangled hair. I make my way up his jaw, across his cheek, and stop before I kiss his lips.

“Do you want to keep going?” I ask him. I can feel his heart racing next to mine. I can’t tell which one is faster.

“Fuck yeah.” I chuckle before leaning in again. Before my lips finally touch his, Rick’s faint yelling interrupts us.

“Everything okay up there?!” I groan in annoyance and walk out onto the platform outside.

“Yeah we’re fine! We worked everything out and we’re just talking!” 

“Alright, goodnight then!” The crowd slowly disperses and I turn back to Daryl. He’s still standing there, a slight lovestruck look on his face and a clear hard on. I smirk and walk back over to him. I grab him roughly by the hips and pull him into mine. I hold him against me and let him feel my own hard on. He wiggles his hips slightly. I push him forward so his back is pressed into one of the support beams on the wall before grinding my hips into his. His eyes roll in the back of his head. I leave one hand on his hip while the other one snakes into his pretty long hair. I pull his head up slightly before crashing my lips into his. He groans a little, and is awkward at first. I wouldn’t doubt this was his first time kissing someone. Or anything else for that matter. He just doesn’t seem the type to be interested. Well, didn’t.

I start out slow and let him get used to the feeling of my lips, slowly he starts kissing me back and I sigh heavily at the feeling. He wraps his hands around my shoulders from under my arms to keep me in place. I swipe my tongue along his bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth and softly nibbling on it. He slightly moans at the feeling and softly buck his hips into mine. He opens his mouth, allowing me entrance to it. I slide my tongue along his and we both groan at the heat of the other. My hands slide around his body, becoming familiar with his form. I slip my hands under his jacket and vest, making it clear I want to take them off before disconnecting my lips from his.

“Can I?” He just nods and tries to go back in and kiss me, now pawing at my t-shirt. I chuckle into the kiss and slowly push the clothing off of his shoulders. He slides his hands under the hem of my shirt and starts feeling up my stomach. I do the same to him and as soon as my hands hit bare skin he lets out a sigh into my mouth.we briefly stop making out to toss our shirts over our heads. He's reaching for my belt buckle before my lips touch his again. I do the same, and by the time I have his pants unzipped he.s still trying to undo my jean’s button. I slide my hand into his boxers and grab his hard dick, slowly stroking him from base to tip and back again. He shudders and his hands become shaky and his kiss becomes sloppy. I remove my hand and he actually almost whimpers before he catches himself. I undo my own pants and kick off my boots and jeans. He does the same, and we are standing there in just our boxers.

“Lay down.” I say gently, and point to the pile of blankets and sleeping bags and pillows that are left up here for the watch. He does as I say and lays down. I crouch on the ground shortly after him. I grab his knees and pull them apart slowly, before settling in between them. I can feel our dicks rubbing against each other through the fabric, and I can tell he does too because he keeps bucking his hips against me, trying to get friction. I grind down on him and lean in to kiss him as he lets out a quiet moan. After a few minutes of this I get up and pull his boxers completely off, before doing the same with mine. I put two of my fingers in front of his lips.

“Suck.” He grabs my wrist and pulls his hand closer to his mouth, putting my fingers in his mouth. I can feel his tongue all over my fingers and it’s really hard to not imagine what he would look like on his knees. I grab his dick and start stroking it at a steady rhythm, and he starts moaning through most of it. Once I feel my fingers are wet enough I take them out of his mouth.

“You ready?”God he already looks fucked out and I haven’t even done anything yet.

“Yes.” He says with his eyes closed.

“Hey, look at me.” He opens his sapphire blue eyes and gazes into mine. “I want you to know we can stop anytime you want. If you suddenly get uncomfortable, or if it is all too much, just say the word and I’ll stop. I won’t be mad I promise. I want you to feel safe.” He smiles at me, a real smile, and brushes his hand on my cheek, which I lean into. He doesn’t say it, but I know it’s Daryl for thanks. I kiss his forehead before going back and giving his mouth attention. I slide my wet fingers down between his legs to his hole and slowly push them in. He throws his head back and groans, his eyes squeezed shut in discomfort. I stop until he gets adjusted to it.

“Keep goin’, I can take it.” I lean down to kiss all over his neck as I push my fingers fully inside, then slowly back out again, scissoring my fingers to help him stretch out more. His groans slowly turn into moans, and the words ‘faster’ and ‘more’ leave his lips like a chant. I add a third finger that makes his back arch and his chest press into mine. I relish in the skin on skin feeling. I curl my fingers inside of him and he lets out a loud, high pitched sound that was definitely involuntary based on how fast he turns fire engine red.

“Found it.” I lift my head and grin at him. He bashfully looks away. I remove my fingers and spit on my hand.

“Wait, hang on. Check in that pillowcase in the corner.” He tells me. I look at him with a questioning look, but do as he says anyways. I find a condom box and some lube and some toys in the pillow case. I start laughing.

“You prepared?!” I manage to get out through giggles. He sits up and laughs with me.

“No no, I told Carol I liked you a few months ago and she set all this up for when I ‘finally told ya’. It’s the only guard tower the watchstanders don’t use, she said. Figured it would be the best place to sulk.”

“Oh THAT’S why she was acting like she knew something when I was complaining about you earlier!” 

“You complained about me?” I give him a playful incredulous look.

“Do you blame me?” “Alright, alright. Fair enough.” I crawl back over and grab the back of his neck before kissing his forehead. He looks at me, all pink and dumbfounded and starstruck. I chuckle and lightly push him back down on the floor. I open the condom I grabbed with my teeth and wink at him with the wrapper still in my mouth. He flushes all the way to his chest. I roll it onto my dick. Normally I would prefer to not wear one, but since neither of us can get tested anymore, it definitely makes us both feel better. 

I open the cap to the lube and pour it onto my hand before rubbing it all onto my dick, jerking myself off a little bit at the same time. I take the excess and rub it around and inside of Daryl. I hover over him on my elbows and then reach down and line myself up.

“You still wanna do this?” I ask him. He nods and lifts his head up to kiss me. I follow his lips down with his head, and then slowly start sliding myself into him. We moan at the same time, and I feel him clench around me. My hands curl into fists trying not to just bottom out in him all at once at the feeling.

“You gotta relax baby, just breathe.” I say, and lean down to kiss his neck. I stop my hips until he’s ready, and in the meantime I start working on a hickey by his collarbone. I feel his legs shift and before I know it, he’s wrapped them around my hips and squeezed my body, forcing me completely inside of him in the process. We both yell out in pleasure at the sudden and intense motion.

“You-ah~you didn’t have to do that.” He just nods, panting and trying to get words out.

“Got impatient.” I roll my eyes before passionately kissing him. As long as “passionately” means shoving my tongue down his throat. I pull my hips out and start thrusting slowly. He’s so hot, and he keeps clenching around me when he’s already tight at fuck. I don’t know how long I can last with him feeling this good.

“Faster~” He moans. I start to pick up the pace until I’m roughly pounding into him, and we are both loudly panting and moaning. I start to feel my orgasm coming on, so I angle my hips until Daryl makes that high pitched sound again.This time it is much louder. I ram into it over and over and over and his voice pitches up with every thrust.

“I’m close!” He manages to get out.

“Me-ha~ too!” I reply. A few seconds later, my hips start to stutter, and I feel the familiar clenching in my stomach. I keep thrusting into his wet and tight heat, even though it’s sloppy and I’m chasing my orgasm at this point, then I feel the pressure release into the condom. I slam my hips into his a few times, and cry out as my orgasm hits me hard. I hold my hips still and flush to his body, thrusting a few times to help me ride through mine. A second after I cum I hear Daryl scream, and his hole clamps down on me so I can barely move. I almost come again when I see the faces he makes, and watch his dick shoot white ropes all over his stomach. I grab his dick and jack him off a few times while he’s still coming down before leaning down to peck his lips. I run my finger down his stomach to collect some of his sticky white substance before sitting up and bringing it to my mouth and licking the digit clean. He rolls his eyes and looks away, cheeks dusted with pink.

“You taste delicious!” I say playfully, only half joking. He lightly punches me.

“Okay, okay. I throw my hands up in surrender and, regretfully, pull out of him to take off the condom. I tie it up and throw it on the chair in the corner. I’m definitely going to forget to take that out of here. I take one of the spare blankets and wipe my dick off, before folding it to a clean side and wiping Daryl off with it as well. I throw a clean blanket over our bodies after throwing the dirty one on the chair and wrap my arms around his body. He’s stiff at first, but eventually relaxes and allows me to cuddle him. He even throws his arm over my hips. I intertwine my legs with his, and kiss the shell of his ear before whispering into it.

“Goodnight baby, I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.” He blows air out of his nose in a tired chuckle. No doubt he’d be rolling his eyes at me if I could see them.

“Me too.” Shortly after, I hear him snoring. I close my eyes and follow after him, drifting off into the best sleep I’ve had in months.

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