#maybe pack up a small bag and leave everything behind me and just run away

[unloved-cadillac]

Extra Help. (Alhaitham x Reader)

Summary: sexy time with Alhaitham.

Hi everyone. Caddy here. Hope you guys enjoy this one. Got some more fics ready to be published with new characters that I started writing for. Thanks for all your support for the past 2 and a half years. I love every single one of you <3

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Things were quiet in the House of Daena. Less than 10 people were around, reading, researching and writing. You were no different. A particular problem required mindless research and now it started to get on your nerves. Running your hands through your hair, you lean back in your chair and gently exhale. ‘I can feel my body giving out already.’ You think to yourself, closing your eyes.

“But, Scribe Alhaitham. How do we proceed with these documents?” You hear a scholar ask, making you open your eyes and look around. Your eyes land on a man in his usual Akademiya uniform and the other he was talking to.

“Complete them. You’ll get your answers in the 117th aisle. It’ll take some time so get someone to help you. I got some other things to do.” Alhaitham says making the scholar walk away, past you. You watch him go to said aisle then turn your attention back to the Akademiya’s scribe.

He was quite pleasing to the eye, one can admit. You had a few conversations with him in the past and to say his mind was filled with interesting thoughts and ways was an understatement. His outlook on life was one of a simple one but it wasn’t to everyone’s liking. Maybe that’s why he was disliked. Geniuses were lunatics in the eyes of fools.

Smiling to yourself, you look back at your books and continue to study.

Time went by fairly quickly. People began to leave the library and now it was just you and the scribe. You looked up to see the time and it was past dinnertime. “What?” You say to yourself quite loudly making Alhaitham look at you. He knew you. Y/n L/n. One of the few people who could hold a conversation without making it unbearable.

Closing your book, you begin to pack up your things when his voice echoes.

“You were here till quite late, Y/n.” He says, making you abruptly stop. “Scribe Alhaitham. Yes, I had a lot of work to do.” You say and he nods. “For who?”

You walk to him and show him the papers from your peers. He takes it and briefly reads over it. “This took you more than two hours?” He asks and you frown. “Unfortunately not all of us are as gifted as the great scribe.” You take the paper back and put it in your bag. Alhaitham remains quiet and you take it as your que to leave. “Goodnight, Scribe Alhaitham.” You say and begin to walk away.

“Y/n.”

He calls and you stop. His voice. Him saying your name just did something to you. Shaking off those thoughts you look at him. “Yeah?”

“I can help you. If you ask.”

You raise your eyebrows at him and a small smile paints your face. “Really?” He nods and motions for you to come to him. You oblige and pull up a chair to sit next to him. “Luckily there’s not much left to do but I would appreciate any input you have.” You say as you begin to take out the papers.

Alhaitham watches you shuffle everything around and notices how jittery you were.

“The guy who gave me this assignment said that these books won’t be much help and that he looked around but obviously he didn’t look hard enough. I mean, you said it yourself, it shouldn't have taken more than two hours.”

You continue as you flip through your notes.

“You talk a lot.” Alhaitham suddenly says and you look at him a little shocked. “Oh. I’m sorry. I must be really tired. I’m losing my mind a bit.” You jokingly say and tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Stress. It can cause uneasiness in the mind and body.” He says and you meet his eyes. You’re quiet as you think. He is too. After a short amount of time, he leans towards you and then gets one of your papers in his hand and leans back. You exhale a breath you were holding and close your legs, trying to stop the beating down there and watch him read.

“This is your summary, yes?”

“Yes.”

“You got everything down that you need. And some extra information that isn’t as needed as the rest. What else do you need?”

You wet your bottom lip to stop the dryness and clear your throat. “Um, I don’t think I need anything else.”

Alhaitham looks at you, a faint glint in his visible eye. “Are you sure?” He asks as he leans a bit closer. “Nothing I can do?”

Hugging your bag, you blink at him and also lean closer. You close your eyes and wait for his lips to touch yours but it never comes. So you open your eyes and look at him. “I’m not doing anything until you tell me.” He says and you nod. “Tell me what you want me to do, Y/n.” He softly says.

“Kiss me.” You breathily say and his lips are on yours in a heartbeat. Moaning as the kiss deepens, you throw your bag to the side and hug his neck. His kneeling on the ground but isn’t for long as you push yourself into him and straddle him.

Alhaitham’s hands make its way up your skirt and under your panties, softly squeezing the flesh there. You break the kiss to let out a moan and his lips are on your neck as you do.

“More?” He mumbles against your neck for you to hear and you nod. Alhaitham quickly leaves your neck and looks at your face. “Say it.”

“More, Alhaitham. Please.” You whisper and he’s quick to undo his belt and lifts your skirt up. You help by moving your panties to the side and he feels the wetness of your cunt with his tip. A soft groan is sounded from his throat when he makes contact with it but you couldn’t wait any longer.

Leaning up and taking his cock in your hand, you guide him into you making you bite your lip from moaning too loud.

“ ‘Haitham. Too big.” You whimper and he puts his fingers to your mouth. “Spit.” He commands and you obey him and let a good amount of saliva be on his hands.

He rubs the remainder of his cock and gently pushes you down on him. “Fuck.” He whispers and leans up to kiss you. Alhaithams hands remain on your waist and start setting a rhythm for you both.

Back and forth on his waist, your clit gets friction from your panties, overstimulating yourself. You grip his shoulders, face falling on the side of his head.

“I’m getting close.” You whisper and Alhaitham stops, making you snap out of euphoria.

“Alhaitham?” You call and he gently pries you off his cock.

You were confused and embarrassed when he stopped. You hadn’t had a cock in you for so long it made it fast for you to reach your climax. But then Alhaitham held you and lifted you both off the ground and planted you on his desk.

He leans down and takes off your panties and spreads your lips wide open for him to see.

Your flushed face became even redder when he looked at your pulsing cunt.

Suddenly, you feel his lips on your clit and tongue dancing on and all around it. You threw your head back and moaned, surprised at the feeling. Your hands made their way to his grey locks and his hands held your thighs. He only focused on your clit and he knew exactly what he was doing.

Alhaitham french kisses you until he decides enough is enough and gets up to plant his wet kisses on your lips. He takes his cock and slams into you making you suddenly jerk at the force. Alhaitham doesn’t waste time in wrapping your legs around his waist and mercifully thrusts into you.

He swallows your moans while feeling your walls grip around him. The table is shaking, papers are falling and all you could think about it cumming.

“Cum when I say.” Alhaitham says against your lips and you nod as his pace gets faster. He takes nine hand and reaches between you to rub your swollen clit making you grip him.

Your knot in your stomach gets tighter and you rack your nails across his back.

“C-Close!” You say and he shakes his head. “Wait.”

You bite your lip hard to control yourself but he was fucking you too good and too much for you not to cum.

“ ‘Haitham! Please!” You say and he has a hand around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Do it.” Is all it took for him today to let you burst and he cums deep inside you at the same time. His softly groans into your ear and you hold him as you ride out your high. You close your eyes and hum as you feel his lips on your neck.

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“Y/n! Y/n!!” A voice urgently calls you and you open your eyes and look up.

“Marishka? What..?” You rub your eyes and slowly get up from the table you were studying at.

“I was looking all over for you. Have you any idea what the time is?” Marishka says and you look at the clock. “Almost one, apparently.” You say and shake your head. What just happened? Were you..asleep?

“No matter how many times I tell you not to overwork you just go ahead and do it anyway. Honestly if it wasn’t for scribe Alhaitham I wouldn’t have found you.”

You perk up at the sound of his name. “Scribe Alhaitham? What did he do?” You ask.

I walked past him on the way here and ask if he saw you anywhere. He told me you were sleeping here and not to disturb you and handed me the paper you were working on.”

Furrowing your eyebrows you look around the desk to see the books you had gone and just your bag neatly next to you. “I didn’t complete that paper.”

Marishka tilts her head. “But he told me it was. Anyway, that was two hours ago. I need to get you home. Come on.”

Marishka helps pack your things and you walk with her home. When you enter your bedroom, you sit on your bed and hold your head. That dream. How were you going to face him now? Maybe ignoring him would be best. But you couldn’t get the feel of his hands on your skin, his lips on your sensitive neck or his cock deep in you.

Shaking your head you get ready for bed but a knock disturbs you. When you answer it, the man who invaded your headspace, stood.

“May I come in?”

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“I need him. And his co-”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

#alhaitham x reader #alhaitham genshin #genshin impact fiction #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #alhaitham #alhaitham genshin impact #alhaitham fanfic #genshin smut

[in1-nutshell]

Maximals reaction to technorganic Buddy having a rough day and tries to run away (probably because buddy thinks that because their half human that doesn’t mean they’re like the Maximals) but they comfort buddy please

Okay, back at it again with the Techno Organic Buddy! They can't seem to catch a break, huh? No worries by the end, they will be fine.

Hope you enjoy!

Maximals reaction to Techno Organic Buddy running away

SFW, familial, platonic, angst but has a happy ending, talks about insecurities, (remember running away is never the answer),Techno Organic reader

Beast Wars

Being Techno Organic, Buddy always felt a bit ostracized from the people they knew. They thought their luck would change when they met the Maximals. They were such a lovely team and most of them welcomed Buddy in with open arms. Sure, there were snags along the way, but every new friendship doesn’t start out perfectly at first. The insecurities never left though.

Buddy never voiced their problems to their team, feeling as if it would be an unnecessary burden to give to the already exhausted group. So, they just buried the thoughts and feelings deep down, not a healthy way to cope but they couldn’t think of another way to do this. Today the lid was bubbling over. Primal had gotten in the crossfire between them and a Predacon (was it Terrrorsaur? Maybe Inferno?). He had to be taken straight back to the base for repairs. The ugly thoughts had decided to show up as Buddy and the other Maximals waited for Primal’s news. It felt too much, they needed to get out of here.

They were just going to cause more trouble if they just stayed here. Anyways, what was a part human, part Cybertronain supposed to do here amongst these ‘true’ Cybertronians. They waited and planned their escape. They began packing up everything they owned, which wasn’t much, and took out one of their data pads and wrote down a note. Buddy at least wanted to give an explanation in some way. At least they would know finally. There still wasn’t any news about Primal’s condition.

They waited till they were certain that everyone was in recharge before they acted. As quickly and quietly as they could, Buddy dashed to the entrance of the base and easily slipped through one of the little holes. An advantage Buddy had, many of the small holes in the base were near perfect size entrances and exits for Buddy. They ran. They ran and ran until they were sure that they were far enough from the base to activate their jetpack and flew off to their new home. Buddy flew for a couple of hours until they came across a waterfall, behind the waterfall was a series of ‘small’ cave mouths. Small for your average Maximal or Predacon, perfect for Buddy. They dropped their bag in a semi dry area and slumped on the cool wall and began to cry their little spark feeling the familiar hold of loneliness take over as they fell into a restless sleep.

Optimus Primal

As it turned out, Primal was fine. It wasn’t as bad as it looked.

No one thought about telling Buddy though, they had forgotten to tell them as everyone was preoccupied with other things.

So, when he comes out of the chamber he wants to know if Buddy is okay.

“Hey look who’s out of the chamber.”--Rattrap

“Good to be back from his little nap.”--Tigatron

“How are you Big Bot?”--Cheetor

“Feeling much better. How’s Buddy?”--Optimus

“Oh, we haven’t seen them since we got back.”--Cheetor

“Can you go get them, I need to talk to them.”--Optimus

“You got it!”--Cheetor

“What are you going to talk to them about?”--Rhinox

“I want to make sure they are okay after that fall. No doubt at least some bruises, but just want—”--Optimus

“THEIR GONE!”—Cheetor

“What!?”--Silverbolt

“Hold on what do you mean ‘gone’?”--Airazor

“Like they aren’t their anymore! Packed gone and- and they left a note.”--Cheetor

“What does it say?”--Optimus

“It says ‘I’m sorry for all the trouble being a techno Organic freak has brought you guys. I hope with me leaving your luck will change. I’ll miss you guys. By the time you find this I will be long gone. Don’t bother looking for me, I’m not worth the it. Sincerely, Buddy.’”--Cheetor

“…”--Everyone

“They really left just like that…”--Blackarachnia

“No, they really think that we weren’t going to go look for them. We gotta go right?”--Cheetor

“You’re right. Everyone huddle up there is no time to lose!”--Optimus

Optimus is quick to organize groups to go search for Buddy. He has Rhinox stay at the base in case Buddy came back and or someone needed medical attention.

The teams came out like this:

Team one was going to be Cheetor and himself.

Team two was going to be Rattrap and Dinobot.

Team three was going to be Tigatron and Airazor.

Team four was going to be Silverbolt and Blackarachnia.

There was no room for argument, as everyone was to a degree worried about where Buddy had runned off to. Rhinox tells everyone the general direction the cameras caught Buddy going.

Primal gives each of the teams a sector to look through. He is not going to leave Buddy out there alone for another night.

Primal sticks to the skies for the most part, trying to get a better vantage point. He is calling out for Buddy and making sure he doesn’t miss a single stone or leaf where Buddy could be hiding.

Ape Dad is Worried for his techno organic child.

“Buddy! Buddy where are you!?”--Optimus

Rhinox

He wants to be outside with everyone else, but he also knows the importance of being at the base.

Someone needs to be here.

But that doesn’t mean he is restful. Rhinox is constantly on the monitors and checking last night’s footage to try and get any other clue of where Buddy could have gone to.

He is also trying to get in contact with Buddy’s commlink. All he hears is static on the other end.

He is really worried about Buddy’s safety. They are so tiny and the world around them is so big and dangerous.

He has the med bay filled with all of Buddy’s medical equipment just in case the worst happens. Not that he wants it to happen… but better safe than sorry, right?

Rhino friend is worried for his tiny friend.

“Buddy. Buddy come in.”--Rhinox

“…”

“Buddy, do you read.”--Rhinox

“...”

“…Where are you, Buddy?”--Rhinox

Cheetor

He was the first one to find that room so empty and that horrid note. He felt so sick to his tanks reading it out loud.

He is so worried about his friend.

He is checking ever place 5 times.

Cheetor is running so fast that he doesn’t even know until Primal has to com him in and tell him not to go too fast. He wants to find Buddy before anyone else.

He knows that the jungle is a dangerous place. He can’t imagine being Buddy’s size against the elements. Cheetor does look around the early human settlement in case he spots Buddy amongst them. Not a single clue.

He is running on pure determination to find Buddy before nighttime.

Little cats’ best friend is out there, and he wants them to come back home.

“Buddy! Buddy! Where are you!? C’mon its time to go home!”--Cheetor

Rattrap and Dinobot

Rattrap is worried.

How does everyone know?

His complaining and whining lack its usual bite.

Being the second smallest Maximal on the team besides Buddy he knows the disadvantages of being the little guy against the world.

Rattrap makes sure to look at every rock and small hole in case Buddy was around somewhere. He also regrets teaching Buddy how to avoid most of the cameras in the base. A bit proud but not right now.

Rat is worried for his friend.

“Kid! Kid! This isn’t funny anymore!”--Rattrap

Dinobot refuses to show that he is worried about Buddy, but he can’t fool everyone.

Rattrap can see it clearly.

While he isn’t the best at finding things, Dinobot is trying to make an effort for Buddy. As the sun starts to set, he starts getting ideas of storming the Predacon base. Who knows if Buddy had been kidnapped the night before?

Dinobot is worried.

“Buddy! This is Dinobot. State your location.”--Dinobot

“…”

“Buddy! State your location!”--Dinobot

Tigatron and Airazor

The pair are searching in the more extreme locations in their sectors.

They have more knowledge of the terrain and are willing to bet that Buddy is going to be the place where they least expect.

Airazor takes the skies, Tigatron prowls on the ground.

Airazor checks each location slowly and carefully making sure that Buddy wasn’t in the area. Tigatron is looking around the steeper areas and darker regions, trying to find Buddy’s signature scent.

No luck.

The pair get worried as the sun begins to set over the horizon.

Big cat and pretty bird are scared for their friend.

“Any luck up there?”--Tigatron

“Nothing up here. Anything down below?”--Airazor

“Not even a footprint…”--Tigatron

Silverbolt and Blackarachnia

They are the ones who find Buddy.

Well, more like Blackarachnia than Silverbolt.

While Silverbolt was searching the skies above the waterfall, Blackarachnia was supposed to look around the water’s edge near its banks.

That when she notices the mini cave mouths near the back end of the falls. If she were on the run and small enough, that would defiantly be a place to look.

She carefully climbs the wet rock wall as Silverbolt flies beneath her in case she slipped, which was sweet of him.

That’s when Blackarachnia spots a familiar body slumped on the cave wall in one of its holes.

“Oh finally! Buddy come out here! It’s getting cold and wet out here!”--Blackarachnia

“…”--Buddy

“Buddy? Buddy this isn’t a joke come on.”--Blackarachnia

“…”--Buddy

“…Buddy?”—Blackarachnia

Carefully she reaches out to Buddy using her long nimble arms and gently grabs Buddy and their bag. She jumps down on Silverbolts back.

Silverbolt is first ecstatic seeing Buddy but quickly turns into worry seeing them so limp and Blackarachnia’s panicky expression.

He is speeding back to the base with Blackarachnia and Buddy on his back coming Rhinox to get the med bay ready that they found Buddy unresponsive.

“Silverbolt to Maximal Base!”--Silverbolt

“Come in Silverbolt.”--Rhinox

“We found Buddy! But they aren’t responding!”--Silverbolt

“Keep calm Silverbolt. Just bring them in. How far are—”--Rhinox

CRASH!

“…Guess they’re here…”--Rhinox

Buddy wakes up groggy and looks around. They aren’t back at the falls; they are at the base. Was the whole running away thing a dream? They try to sit up, but a gentle servo holds them in place. It was Rhinox.

Soon enough the rest of the team came in asking if Buddy was okay and how could they do that that they were so worried especially when they came back to the base unresponsive.

No one is going to tell them that they were just a really heavy sleeper.

Each Maximal expresses their worry and that they don’t care that Buddy was a Techno organic. They belong to this team. They were stuck with them till the bitter end. Buddy by now has happy tears streaming down their face never feeling this much love than in that moment. They promise the team to never pull a stunt like that again. Rhinox does make the team back off wanting to let Buddy sleep and recover, the team hesitantly obliges saying good night as Buddy slowly closes their eyes feeling a swell of love in their chassis and for the first time in a while falls into a peaceful sleep.

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Kylian and reader on vacation together? Tysm💖💖

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐲 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 1K

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Now who doesn't love a cute fluff mini story c': Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Since I haven't been able to write much this week, I'm currently catching up on current requests because I'm a little behind. You can submit a request, but please understand that it might take me a week or more to respond. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You're sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when your boyfriend Kylian walks in with a mysterious smile on his face. You've noticed he's been acting secretive lately, and you can't help but feel curious about what he's up to. As he approaches you, he holds out a small envelope.

"Hey babe, I've got something for you," he says, handing you the envelope. "Open it."

You look at him quizzically before opening the envelope. Inside, you find two plane tickets to Montego Bay, Jamaica, along with a note from Kylian saying, "Pack your bags, we're going on vacation!"

You can't believe it! You've been wanting to go on a tropical vacation for so long, but with Kylian's career and other responsibilities, it just never seemed like the right time. But now, thanks to Kylian, you're going to have a chance to relax and unwind.

"Kylian, this is amazing!" you squeal, jumping up from the couch to hug him. "Thank you! Thank you! THANK YOUUUUU!"

He laughs happily as he catches you in his arms, hugging you tightly. "Of course, my love. Anything for you," he says, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead.

"When do we leave?" you ask, looking down at the ticket.

"In two days," he responds, smiling at your excitement.

"Two days? Oh my gosh, I have to start packing right now. And get my toes painted. And get some summer dresses. AHHH!" Adrenaline is running through your veins from the excitement as well as the knowledge of all the things you need to do beforehand. You give him a quick peck on the lips, handing him the tickets back. "Thank you so much, baby, but I gotta go!"

As he grabs the tickets, you quickly run off into your bedroom to start doing the endless list of things you need to do beforehand. You spend the next two days frantically packing, getting your nails done, and making sure everything is perfect for your romantic getaway.

When you arrived at Montego Bay, you were blown away by the beauty of the place. The palm trees, clear blue water, and vibrant culture made it the perfect destination for a vacation. 

As Kylian placed the luggage next to the closet and made his way towards you, you couldn't help but admire how handsome he looked in the tropical setting. His sun-kissed skin and sparkling eyes were a perfect match for the beautiful scenery around you. You couldn't imagine spending this vacation with anyone else.

“Kylian....this view is amazing,” you say walking towards the balcony, your eyes fixated on the crystal-clear water before you.

Kylian smiles and joins you on the balcony, looking out at the same breathtaking view. You notice a mischievous glint in his eye, and you feel a sense of anticipation in the air.

“Not as pretty as you, though,” he teases, a grin spreading across his face.

You roll your eyes and playfully slap his chest, “You're so cheesy!”

He chuckles and pulls you closer, “Maybe just a little bit.”

As you both stand there, taking in the beauty around you, you realize how lucky you are to have Kylian by your side. He has always been the one to make you laugh, comfort you when you're sad, and share in your happiest moments. And here you are, on this romantic vacation, sharing another unforgettable experience.

“I can't believe we're actually here,” you say, still in awe of the stunning view.

Kylian kisses your forehead, “Neither can I. But we're here now, and we're going to make the most of it.”

As you bask in the warm sun and ocean breeze, you can't help but feel excited about all the adventures this trip holds. You had both planned to go snorkeling, hiking, and maybe even try parasailing, but most importantly, you were looking forward to spending quality time with each other.

And throughout the course of the following week, you two shared a lot of humorous moments as well as a lot of memories.

During your snorkeling adventure, you and Kylian also came across a school of tiny fish that swam around you, tickling your toes. You burst out laughing, feeling like you were in your own personal fish spa. Kylian took the opportunity to take some hilarious underwater selfies of you both, with your snorkeling gear on and fish nibbling at your feet.

One evening, Kylian surprised you by setting up a candlelit dinner on the beach. As you sat down at the table, you noticed a small crab crawling up Kylian's leg. You couldn't contain your laughter as you watched Kylian jump up, trying to shake the crab off his leg. The crab eventually made its way back to the ocean, but the memory of the moment stayed with you, adding to the list of funny experiences you both shared on this trip.

During your hike, you also stumbled upon a small waterfall nestled among the lush greenery. You and Kylian decided to take a dip in the cool water, and as you swam around, Kylian pretended to be Tarzan, swinging from the vines that hung above the waterfall. You laughed so hard that you had to hold onto the rocks to keep from slipping.

Another day, you and Kylian decided to take a boat ride to a nearby island. As you were cruising along, Kylian spotted a group of dolphins jumping and playing in the water. You both were thrilled at the sight and Kylian even tried to mimic the dolphins' moves, to the amusement of the boat captain and other passengers.

As your vacation was coming to an end, you and Kylian decided to take a salsa dancing class together. While Kylian may have two left feet, you loved watching him try and laugh at himself when he got the steps wrong. You both had so much fun learning new moves and even tried to show off your new skills at the resort's beach party later that night.

Reflecting on your time in Montego Bay, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Kylian and the adventures you shared together. From the beautiful scenery and stunning wildlife to the hilarious mishaps and silly moments, this trip was one for the books. You both returned home with a new appreciation for each other and the memories that would last a lifetime.

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Gorey confession — John Doe x Reader

Synopsis; He just wants you to love him

Cw; murder, blood/gore, mutilation, mentions of a knife and axe, accepting reader, light make out

It’d been a tiring day at work, customers snapping at you left and right. It was Monday after all, but you didn’t deserve this treatment, not one bit. You were a good employee, always nice, always on time, always cleaning up the shop even though the manager told you not to.

You mindlessly swept the isles, getting ready for the next employee to take over your shift, as you had already shooed most of the customers out. You head swiveled at the sound of the doors bell, a sign someone had come into the shop.

You sighed, clearing your throat harshly before speaking up. “Welcome in! I’ll be with you shortly,” you shouted, going to the storage room to put away the cleaning equipment.

You stalked up to the front counter, feeling a lump rise in your throat at the odd appearance of your new customer.

They were short, fizzy, unkempt hair flowing down to the middle of their back, yellow eyes wide and unblinking, and an unusually large, toothy grin with different kinds of teeth spreading long across their face.

“How may I—“

“Hello, You.”

You tensed, the sudden interruption of your sentence catching you off guard, mostly due to the mental state you’d been in. You cleared your throat again, willing the person to speak again if they were going to.

“What’s your name?” They rumbled, barely visible black pupils now expanded greatly, taking up most of their sclera.

“It’s, uhm, [name]. What’s yours..?” You tried to return their somewhat friendly gesture, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. A small pause was put in between everytime you two interacted, but they soon responded.

“^}£]!%^{!..*¥,” you tensed, again. Fear rising in your chest at a rapid pace. But before you had a chance to question, they quickly fixed the situation.

“But, you can call me, John Doe. Or maybe just Doe, for short.”

You nodded quietly, opening your mouth to speak before they asked another question, this one having shivers runs down your spine.

“Are you free after work?” They asked, leaning over the counter towards you, causing you to take a small, cautious step back.

“Uhm, maybe,” you rushed, your head whipping around to the front door when the next employee walked in, relieving you from your shift. You sighed in relief, your heart pounding in your chest as you turned back towards the customer.

“My shift is over. . . sir. The next employee will be with you shortly.”

You rushed out from behind the counter, having already packed your bag before cleaning and assisting Doe. Creepily, he watched your every movement, his grin faltering as he watched you leave, before returning to his usual, unnervingly, joyful self.

You wanted to ignore the feeling of eyes watching you as you stalked down to the bus stop, showing no signs of Doe anywhere, as if he’d never even been real in the first place.

. . .

You could’ve sworn you felt someone watching you as you stepped into the shower, flinching as the overly hot warm splashed against your skin.

I didn’t turn it up this high, you thought.

You shook it off as a mere mishap, and bringing the water back to a more comfortable temperature. You inched closer to the shower head until it water was washing over your entire body, running down you face and clouding your vision. You grabbed the nearby bottle of soap, sighing at the citrusy scent of it as you popped the cap open, pouring a generous amount onto you hand, and beginning to lather up you body.

You stopped for a second, turning your head slowly towards the door at the sound of another door creaking open. Everything in your body told you to get out, to run, to call someone. But what would that even do? You’re naked, wet, you left that damned towel in your room, and your phone’s charging on the bedside table.

You felt completely and utterly helpless, and it really did bother you, the thought of someone breaking into your house.

“Is it that creep from earlier?” You asked aloud, washing away the remaining soap that clung to your body, slowly, quietly, turning off the shower.

You took a cautious step out, trying your hardest to keep silent as you stalked into your nearby bedroom, covering yourself just incase. You rushed to get dry and get dressed, so distracted that you didn’t even notice to growing stench of blood.

It hit you, the dizzying scent finally coming prominent. Your eyes went wide, tears gathering and clouding your vision as you tossed a sweater over your head, reaching for axe that you always kept hidden underneath your mattress.

“Come out you motherfucker,” you whispered, mostly to yourself. You held the axe steadily, raising it just above your shoulder as you stalked the long, dark hallways, ready for anyone who dare jump out at you.

You made it to the kitchen, nearly dropping you weapon at the sight in front of you.

It was Doe, gleefully holding the severed head of two barely recognizable customers from earlier, showcasing them as trophies to you. He was shaking, hard. It’s either been from fear or excitement. Probably excitement. His grin grew wider, tiny bits of organs and fresher threaded between his many rows of jagged teeth.

His stubby fingers threaded into the deceaseds head’s hair, blood covering every inch of his body, staining your beautifully tiled floors. You wanted—needed to run, he posed no harm to you. Not that you knew, of course.

“Please, don’t run,” he requested, eyes growing wider as he backed you up towards the wall, his body uncomfortably close to yours. He discarded the heads, his attention now solely fixated on you and how you’d react.

You stayed still, not wanting to comply, but he’d already taken the axe from you hand, tossing it behind the kitchen counter with a deafening thud. You begrudgingly looked over the counter, a soft tear sliding down your cheek at what you witnessed.

The bodies, that the heads had been chopped off of, were just behind the counter, mutilated and discarded. Their stomachs had been ripped open, organs displayed and neatly set aside, the sight making you want to throw up.

“Don’t look,” he urged, reaching up with one bloody hand to make you look away from the gore, more and more tears sliding down your cheeks, and looking into his unusually large eyes sure made it worse.

“Why?” You whispered, fearing of what he’d do to you based on the actions you made, so, you chose to stay still, silently hoping for the best.

“For you, of course!” Doe exclaimed, reaching up to oh so gently wipe your tears away, making you question his intentions. He touch was soft, caring even, as if not wanting to scare you away anymore then he already had.

“I don’t mean to frighten you, darling. I just couldn’t stand those people who were bothering you.” You could very clearly see the red hearts forming in his eyes, with seemed to shake the more and more he stared at you.

“Those customers. . .”

You eyes lowered to his, a faint, and oddly, appreciative smile gracing your lips. His false heart started beating rapidly, a dark blush coloring his pasty cheeks.

“S-So, you’re okay with it? You’re not going to run away, right? I just love, love, love you! I couldn’t stand those customers, they just—“

“Hush.”

You silenced Doe gently, pressing your finger to his lips before giving them a quick peck, your cheeks flushing as well. He whimpered against your lips, trying to deepen the kiss to his best ability. He had no experience, and it showed, not that you minded. The mutilated bodies had been completely forgotten by now, both of you caught up in the heat of the moment.

Short of breath, you broke away from the kiss, leaving him wanting—needing more. His hands trembled as he gripped onto the hem of your shirt, drool dribbling down his chin.

“Guess this settles it, yeah?” You panted, giving his lips another soft, lingering kiss before completely pulling away, your chest heaving with each heavy breath you took.

“Guess you should go now. Police are on the way.”

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I Put a Spell on You (And Now You're Mine)

Witchy Wednesday, October 4, 2023

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Summary: You, Dalton's witch friend, reveal that you put a spell on him. But not the one he thinks. (Takes place after Heart Set on Amulets but can be read alone.)

Warnings: witch-related content, brief mention of blood, Google translate Latin, fluff, a Green Lantern reference. 1.1k+ words

A/N: Let's pretend this gif goes with the story (past the line about him practically living in your apartment).I hope you enjoy! :)

“I’ve got the black candle and a match… the blade. What am I forgetting?” you mutter, running your finger along the weathered page of your spell book. “Conceals caster, I know. Oh, the containment charm!”

Once the containment charm is in place, you hold your breath and begin the cloaking flame ritual. To test it, you create a smaller version, hoping not to send your entire apartment up in a wide blast of spontaneous combustion.

“Flammam obumbrans, accendo te. Ignis ex sanguine genitus nullum relinquit hominem. Nunc deficiet in noctem. O ignis virtutis et occultationis. (Cloaking flame, I ignite you. The fire born from blood leaves behind no man. Now, vanish me into the night. O fire of power and concealment),” you call before throwing the lit flame into the bowl with the small black candle and several drops of blood. The bowl disappears in a small cloud of smoke, effectively concealed from the naked eye. You silently cheer, then hear a loud knock on your door. 

“In sium meu mut servat (in my pocket to keep),” you whisper, waving your hand over your ingredients to send them to a pocket dimension.

Someone calls your name just before you open the door, Chris and Dalton smiling on the other side. 

“Hey, can we hang out for a while?” Dalton asks.

“Of course. I have to leave for class in a little bit,” you answer, glancing at the clock.

“Me too,” Chris says as she walks in, dropping her bag by your table. “Thanks for letting us come over, it’s so much more peaceful than the dorm.”

Dalton closes the door behind him, smiling at you as he follows you in. The look he sends you makes your heart feel ready to combust; without the cloaking flame. You are aware of a distant feeling like you missed something or forgot to do something, but you brush it aside and join Chris and Dalton on the couch.

An hour later, Chris asks if she can come back after class, and you agree before she leaves. You pack your backpack, preparing to head out behind her.

“Well, guess I’ll go and be lonely in my dorm,” Dalton sulks, a faux pout on his face as he stands.

“You can stay here,” you offer quietly. “I’ll probably be back in less than an hour; my professor is really lazy.”

Dalton laughs before asking if you’re sure. He hugs you and kisses the crown of your head as he walks you to the door.

“Have a good day, sweetheart,” he says, smiling like he knows how much he’s affecting you.

“You too, handsome,” you whisper before walking away quickly, heat crawling up your neck.

As you sit in class and watch the lecture slides click by slowly, you continue to feel like you left something out, probably when you sent everything into the pocket dimension. Dalton knows you’re a witch and shouldn’t let anyone into the apartment, but the worry still gnaws at you. When your class is dismissed early, you fly (sans broom; you’re not that kind of witch) to your apartment. After failing to unlock the door several times, Dalton opens it with raised brows and a teasing smile. The kitchen and dining room are clean, and nothing unusual is visible as you walk through; maybe your anxiety was pointless.

“How was class?” Dalton asks, returning to your couch.

“Good,” you answer, shaking your head. “Sorry, I thought I left something out.”

Dalton nods, and you move to the kitchen, looking for a snack. 

“I don’t know much Latin but I’m pretty sure this means witches aren’t supposed to be as pretty as you,” Dalton says.

Looking over quickly, you see your spell book open across his lap. He’s looking up at you with far too much happiness.

“Very funny,” you deadpan. “What’s it say?”

“Caveant omnes, qui, colunt mala, potentiam meam,” he sounds out. (Now you understand why guys who speak foreign languages are considered more attractive.) At the sound of your laugh, Dalton asks, “What does it say?”

“Let all who worship evil’s might beware my power.”

“Wow. So, you’re a witch and a Green Lantern.”

“Maybe they’re the same,” you whisper conspiratorially.

Dalton chuckles before he goes back to reading. You continue to look through your kitchen until Dalton gasps loudly.

“What’d you find? The spontaneous combustion one?” you ask, peeking around the open cabinet door.

“No, I just thought of a question.” You nod for him to ask before he poses, “Which spell did you use on me?”

“Do you mean the protection spell or the immobilizing warding amulet?”

“Neither.” Dalton flips a few pages before reading, “Pathokinesis.”

Your eyes widen as you step out from behind the cabinet. “Wait, Dalton.”

“A love spell; I appreciate the English notes by the way. It was smart.”

“No, Dalton I would never-“

“It was unnecessary, though. I fell in love with you when you refused to talk to me on the sidewalk.”

Standing beside your dining room table and breathing heavily, you stare at Dalton.

“You scared me,” you point out, holding a hand over your heart. “I should manipulate your memories, so you forget about what you read.”

“No, I’m curious now. You’d never what?”

 You sigh and walk to stand in front of Dalton, looking down at him. “First, I would never use that spell on someone; it’s completely manipulative and I refuse to mess with people’s emotions and minds like that. Second, I would never put a spell on you without asking, or at least telling you.”

“That’s not true.”

You furrow your eyebrows, and Dalton smiles as he reaches for your waist, standing inches away.

“You said you put a protection spell and the amulet spell on me. I only knew about the amulet.”

“Oh. I- uh- sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Dalton whispers, one of his hands raised to hold your cheek. “Tell me about it?”

You lean into his hand, missing his smile at the action, as you explain, “It was just a simple warding spell to keep you from harm. I whispered it over you when you left my apartment the first night.”

“When you almost clobbered me with a rock?” Dalton teases.

“Mmhmm,” you agree mindlessly, eyes closed as you relax in the proximity.

“Remember when you couldn’t even talk to me?”

“I do. But then you kept showing up and I figured, ‘What’s the worst that can happen?’”

Dalton laughs suddenly, his arm wrapping around your waist to keep you steady when you jump. You look into his eyes and unconsciously smile.

“What’s so funny?”

“You put a spell on me,” he whispers, singing his version of the song.

“And now you’re mine?” you question.

“And now I’m yours,” he promises, bringing you as close as possible.

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The End of the World and Everything After

pairing: Matt x F Reader

word count: 6,345

warnings/tags: angst, grief, hurt, fluff, comfort, established relationship, unplanned pregnancy, swearing, domestic fluff, dad!Matt, the blip/the snap, mentions of alcohol, allusions to sex (nothing graphic). no use of y/n.

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Story Summary: Half of the universe is turned into dust because of Thanos. You and Matt were left behind to pick up the pieces of yourselves and try to learn how to live without the most important people in your lives.

a/n: This fic was born from me babysitting, listening to 90s top hits for two weeks straight, and way too many conversations with my partner about what our fave characters did during the blip. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy <3

The whole world stopped that day. The entire universe stood still. It was unbelievably quiet everywhere, a silence settling down on the surface that wouldn’t lift anytime soon.

On an average Tuesday afternoon, half of the earth disappeared in minutes. Leaving behind the other half to cope with the losses and clean up the mess left behind.

No one was sure what the Avengers did or didn’t do, all everyone knew was that five minutes after someone had snapped their fingers half of their loved ones were no longer around.

Not dead, just dust.

Matt had taken losing Karen and Foggy hard. He spent months taking out his anger on anything he could hit and kick. Bruised and bloody fists a harsh reminder that he is alive, and they aren’t. The streets and the punching bag in the gym got hit with his rage, and you got hit with his sadness. There was no denying you felt it too, you were just as much of a mess you just didn’t have the physical outlet he did.

He started training you in the old dusty ring at Fogwells a few months after, hitting the bag and sparring until neither of you could handle it anymore and the tears began falling again, collapsing into each other’s arms for a while. You’d then walk home, arm in arm on the quiet streets of the Kitchen, Matt would listen to the people left and you’d stare at the empty buildings.

It was a similar routine for a year but getting easier to handle with every passing week. A smile here and there when you would land a punch, a giggle when he’d grab you around the waist in just the right spot to tickle you.

Slowly, you were getting yourselves back. Not your old selves, but a new version, versions that lived with the pain and held onto the small glimpses of hope. Versions of yourselves that settled into a calm and quiet routine. You got to a place where you could talk about them with a bittersweet tone instead of not being able to speak through the tears. And in the strangest turn of events, connections were made.

It was Jessica who had reached out first. You had been so surprised you read the text on Matt’s phone yourself multiple times. Her and Luke had figured things out, they even had a kid a few months before the blip. But they were getting lonely, and once Luke has realised who was left he figured you and Matt were getting lonely too.

Halfway through that first year you quit your job, began working with Matt in the office doing the admin and office managerial tasks. He didn’t have many clients, but people were still having issues during this time. At some point everyone decided the world had to keep turning, people needed money to stay in their homes or downsize and businesses still needed to run. The city kept going, it just felt smaller and emptier now.

You packed away Karen and Foggy’s things, in storage boxes. Matt asked why you didn’t get rid of them completely and you didn’t have an answer, maybe a small part of you hoped they’d come back one day. Maybe you just didn’t have the heart to get rid of it all yet. The door to Foggy’s office staying almost permanently shut, windows dark.

So, you sat at the desk in the main foyer of the office, answering emails and doing any research Matt needed done. Matt went over files and case notes in his office, listening to you hum along to the music playing quietly through a speaker in the corner of the room. It was a little over a year since it had happened.

It was a warm day, sunlight pouring through the dirty office windows making the space look happier than it ought to be. You were busy typing an email response to organise an appointment with a client when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in” You said loud enough so the person could hear, not looking up from your computer screen.

Luke opened the door with one hand, holding Dani and a bag of food in the other. Dani had her arms wrapped around as much of Luke’s neck as she could reach and was babbling in her fathers ear while he hummed in response.

“Hi Luke, hi Dani” You smiled wide at the two of them.

You were always happy to see Dani, convinced she was one of the cutest kids you’d ever seen. Looks like her fathers and a temper like her mothers (only if you didn’t give in to her ice cream demands).

“Hey, how you guys doing? We bought you both some lunch if you haven’t already had some” He took the bag of food in his free hand and held it up for emphasis.

“No, we haven’t eaten yet, thank you so much.” You stomach grumbling as you stood up and accepted the bag happily, peering at the contents inside “Can’t believe the mayor of New York is doing a lunch run while also looking after his little one”

At the mention of Dani you look at her and scrunch up your nose and smile, she smiled in return before quickly hiding her face in Luke’s shoulder. Luke laughed.

“If I’m behind that desk for too long I’ll lose my mind, besides, needed to ask Matt a few things and figured it was a good excuse to get out”

You laughed in response, it was a new feeling, laughing at things regularly and feeling a semblance of normal. It was something none of you had been used to in a long while, but it did feel good, you almost felt relieved that the worst was over even though the worst was technically still ongoing.

“If there’s enough here for all of us I’ll get a table and some chairs set up so we can eat together, you go chat with Matt, Dani and I will hang out for a bit”

Luke passed Dani over to you before giving her a quick kiss on the cheek and going into Matt’s office. You went about dragging out the fold out table and chairs from the unused conference room, Dani in one arm and dragging furniture with the other. Eventually you put her down on the floor next to the small basket of toys you’d acquired for her so you could finish setting up the table and chairs and place the food out on the table.

Once done, you knocked on the door of Matt’s office and poked your head in telling the two boys that food was ready. The four of you sat down around the small square table, Dani on Luke’s lap trying her absolute hardest to stab things with a chopstick.

You small talk about your days and what everyone has been up to recently, its mostly the same as usual and at some point Matt and Luke continue talking shop so you start entertaining Dani with funny faces and peek-a-boo.

It was a nice day, you finished work an hour before Matt and were able to cook something nice for dinner by the time he got home.

Later that night you and Matt were sat on the couch, both reading a book quietly. He had decided to not go on patrol that night, it had made you wonder at first, but you weren’t going to complain at the chance for quality time. The two of you were sat on the couch, you were leaning against the arm rest with your legs stretched out on Matt’s lap, his feet were resting on the coffee table and you’d both been wearing your pyjamas since arriving home after work. A record playing on the turntable in the corner of the room, Matt had picked tonight.

At a point in the evening when the sun was down and the moon making its home in the sky for the night Matt put his book down on the side table, running his hands up and down your shins. After a few minutes and once you’d finished your page you closed your book and put it down, looking up at him to see he was already facing you, a lazy smile on his face.

“What’s up, handsome?” You teased reaching one of your hands down, meeting one of his at your knee.

“Nothing much, beautiful” He teased back.

You sit in silence for a few moments, taking in all his features and how they seem to have aged so much just in the past year and you assumed you looked the same. But he was still beautiful, pensive and unfocused brown eyes staring while his other senses take in everything. The stubble lingering on his jaw that you had always preferred over him being clean shaven.

“You’re staring” He pulled you out of your thoughts.

“If you could see your reflection then you’d understand why” You giggled.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked tentatively.

“Of course”

You leaned your head sideways to rest on the back of the couch, still looking at him as he seemed hesitant with his question. Had this been six months ago your mind would have run wild with possibilities, anxiety having already decided the worst outcome was definitely going to happen. But this time, your instincts weren’t screaming and your mind was clear, it should’ve scared you but instead your heart stayed steady. The worst had already happened, anything since couldn’t compare.

“I love you, so much. The past year has been…” He looks away, blinking hard a few times before turning to face you again “probably one of the worst ever, we were- are dealing with something so unprecedented. But we’ve made it this far and it has me convinced we’ll make it through anything” You both let out a short laugh.

“I feel like I’m getting off track, sorry” He laughed nervously this time, at this point you could see he was fiddling with something in his pocket with his free hand.

“That’s okay, keep going” You smiled and squeezed his hand, trying to calm your heartbeat as your mind jumped to conclusions hoping against everything they were the right ones.

“Anyway, if it weren’t for you I don’t know what I would’ve done or where I would be now. You’re the most amazing, kind, funny and caring person I’ve ever met.” Tears were welling up in his eyes, matching the ones that had been brimming in yours threatening to spill “I-I can’t live without you, so would you marry me?”

He pulled his hand out of his pocket, holding a silver ring. It was beautiful, two small bands winding around one other creating an infinite spiral, decorated with small diamonds embedded in the bands. It was the perfect ring for you, he knew you weren’t a fan of big jewellery and a big diamond wouldn’t match your style.

“Oh my god Matt… yes I will, of course I will” The tears had now begun to fall now and there was no way you were going to be able to stop them.

He held your shaking left hand steady as he slid the ring on your finger, and you looked at it for a few moments before sliding closer to Matt to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. He returned the favour, hands going to your waist to hold you close and steady. When you pulled back for air you could see he was also crying.

After a few moments of catching your breath, you spoke up again.

“What about K-“

“I know, I thought about it. They would hate that we stopped living just because they’re gone, and if we get to see them again one day I want to be able to tell them the things we’ve done together”

“Okay, if you’re sure” You put your forehead against his.

“Sure as I’ve been about anything”

The two of you chose a date a few weeks later to go to the courthouse and make it official, with Luke, Jess, and Dani in tow. You and Jess went out to get a dress, she insisted she was only there to tell you which ones were ugly so you’d know what to avoid. The dress you chose was simple, not a wedding dress by definition but it was white and it suited you. Jess had even said you looked nice in it, which coming from her she may as well have called you Aphrodite.

You filled out and signed papers, quickly kissed, and by that evening the five of you were sitting in yours and Matt’s apartment a few drinks in laughing over nothing. Music from the turntable and Dani’s babbling as she played on the floor creating background noise, and for the first time in a long time the city doesn’t feel too big or too quiet.

It was a perfect night to end a perfect day.

Throwing up into the toilet isn’t how you had anticipated you’d start your Saturday morning, Matt still in pyjama pants and no shirt holding your hair back as your body convulsed. He rubbed your back soothingly until you’d finished, and once you were sure you were done, he held you on the bathroom floor as you caught your breath.

A year and a half since half the universe disappeared, a few months since you and Matt had gotten married.

“Oh god” You gasped, looking at the results of the test later that day.

“Well..” Matt trailed off.

You were both processing the results in silence for a little while, you weren’t sure if it were seconds or hours that passed.

“Quarters” Matt whispered.

At first it confused you until you racked your brain, did some rough maths and suddenly it made sense.

“Quarters” You whispered back in shock.

“This should be incredibly unfair to you but I actually think it’s the opposite and incredibly unfair to me” You giggled while pouring a shot of whiskey into the cup in the middle of the table.

“Mrs Murdock attacks her husband once again, will the torment ever end” Matt pretended to fret to someone else who wasn’t in the room before laughing.

“Mr Murdock is going the right way to sleeping on the couch if he continues to pretend he will be bad at this game”

Matt walked to the dining table, carrying freshly washed quarters in a towel, drying them as he walked. He had insisted on washing the coins before playing, they smelled so strong he could taste them and it made him feel ill.

“I’m going to cheat” You said matter of factly.

“Sweetheart, I didn’t marry you because you’re a fair player” You both laughed hard.

You had begun playing games every so often, going out drinking less meant you and Matt had time to fill and you were determined to not have him fill the time with Daredevil. An argument six months after the blip which left you both emotionally raw had already gone over that issue. He was doing worlds better now, not relying on Daredevil as much to cope and you were proud.

When Matt was satisfied that the coins were as clean as he could get them and dry enough, the game commenced. You immediately regretted it, wishing you had chosen a card game instead. He was landing every single one, you were lucky to get one in four. After a little while you stood up to get some water and wobbled on your feet, deciding that you had to stack the odds in your favour somehow so you wouldn’t get blackout while Matt stayed lightly buzzed.

“Need help getting to the fridge?” He teased, leaning back in his chair.

“I am perfectly fine walking a few steps to the fridge” You insisted, but you were definitely trying harder than usual to take balanced and even steps.

Once you had acquired a bottle of water, you returned to the table and picked up a coin for your next shot. Unsurprisingly you miss the glass, but before Matt can pick up a coin of his own you take one off the table as quick as possible and take another shot. This one makes it into the glass and you throw your arms up in victory while Matt throws his head back laughing.

“Drink up Matthew!” You cheered.

From that point on Matt let you keep trying until you got the coin in the glass before taking his turn. At some point in the evening when your cheeks were hurting from laughter and your mouth was sticky with the taste of alcohol you called it a night, advising Matt that you two had shared enough of the bottle for a single evening.

You stumbled through the living room and into the bedroom together, feeling grateful that you from a few hours ago decided to put her pyjamas on before starting the game. You were warm and happy all over, but it wasn’t until Matt took his shirt off that your heart began to race and heat spread through your body.

“Hmm”

The noise had accidentally slipped from your lips, you hadn’t meant for it to come out but it was too late, Matt had already heard it and was taking in the rest of your body’s reaction.

“Oh” He responded quietly while smirking.

“And you’re sure you want to do this?” You asked nervously from the other end of the couch.

“Sure as I’ve been about anything, only if you’re sure too” He placed a hand on your knee.

“Yeah, I’m sure”

You let out a deep breath, taking it all in and already thinking ahead. A feeling settled in your chest, a mix of excitement and anxiety. You both had a daunting future ahead of you but you were sure it would be worth it, and there was no one you’d rather do it with than Matt.

Luke was elated for the both of you, and Jess pretended to not be as happy also but had a hard time hiding it, a rare smile gracing her face for just a moment when you had told them the news. You often texted Jess with a million different questions and whilst reluctant to answer she still helped more than you’d ever be able to thank her for. When you found out the gender Luke brought over a few bags of Dani’s old stuff that she had grown out of and you couldn’t be more grateful.

“Your daughter is fuckin’ huge, can you help me with my shoes please” You yelled across the apartment to Matt.

“As soon as she’s an issue it’s my daughter, huh?” He teased as he walked over to where you were on the couch, his tie still undone.

Matt knelt on the floor in front of you and helped with putting your socks and shoes on, you hadn’t been able to reach your feet for a while now so he was used to it and he never minded helping in any way he could. You were the one doing the hard work after all, who was he to complain about having to help with a pair of shoes every now and then.

Once he was done with your shoes he placed a kiss onto your belly and then your forehead. He finished doing up his tie and you both headed out to work for the day. It was a brisk morning as you walked to the office, arm in arm as per usual. You had to stop once to catch your breath and Matt sat with you on the bench, hand on your knee in comfortable silence.

After you had gotten to the office and up until lunch you had felt minor pains but nothing to be concerned about. It wasn’t until about 2pm that they got worse and you grew worried, but you still hadn’t caught Matt’s attention until a bad one hit you suddenly causing you to hiss through your teeth and clench your fists.

He got up from his desk and rushed to the doorway of his office.

“Are you okay?” He asked concerned.

“Uh-“ You thought about it for a few moments “Not really”

You knew Matt would be annoyed if you downplayed how you felt, he had been all over since you found out you were pregnant making sure you weren’t having any pains that were out of place and making you be almost too careful. Fortunately, you’d read about these pains, and you now had the task of quickly mentally preparing yourself for the coming hours.

“I’ll call Luke” Matt was ready for action immediately, pulling out his phone and finding Luke’s contact immediately.

Taxis were harder to come by after the blip and it was a jarring change for New York. The only person you and Matt knew who did drive was Luke, so he was always the go to if you needed a ride for a bit of a distance; and he had offered to call him anytime for the baby. Luke was outside the office not 10 minutes later ready to take the two of you to the hospital.

Matt would do anything for her, he had decided that the moment he got to hold her for the first time. She was his everything, two people in the world he would do anything for.

While you were sleeping that night, exhausted after all the effort that afternoon, he held her in his arms. Sat on the uncomfortable hospital couch he felt her warmth against his chest and listened to her tiny heartbeat. She was perfect, and he cried as he stroked her soft cheek with his finger.

His girls were everything to him. Two years ago his world collapsed and he thought he could never be happy again, he’d never be lucky enough to laugh or smile. But despite the many difficulties the day offered, he was content.

If he ever got to see Foggy and Karen again, he couldn’t wait to tell them everything.

You told him she was still mostly bald but there were whisps of dark hair covering her head, you joked she wasn’t done cooking enough to tell who she looked more like yet. Luke drove the three of you home two days later, not lingering too long so you could get settled.

Sleepless nights were tough on both of you, Matt didn’t get enough sleep as it was and now with a crying baby it was worse. But eventually you figured out a routine, and after two months of stumbling and sleepless nights the two of you found a way.

Saturday afternoon and you were finally getting around to doing the laundry you’d been putting off for two weeks, Mia propped up by some pillows at the head of your bed and unfolded clothes covering the foot of the bed. She was holding a toy in her hand that she would occasionally decide to chew on or wave around while music played in the background.

“Your father hates when I sing this one, rolls his eyes and everything, can you believe him?” You told Mia as you swayed your hips to the music while folding t-shirts.

She made a quiet cooing noise and you couldn’t help but smile. A few minutes passes of you humming and Mia watching you, content in between feeds and naps.

“Oh my god yes! Mia baby this is important stuff I expect you to remember this one” You said as the next song begun, one of your personal favourites.

The swaying hips very soon escalated into dancing around the bedroom as you folded clothes, Mia smiling at your antics only encouraging you further. You were getting lost in the music, and though you didn’t know it Matt was smiling from where he was washing dishes in the kitchen, attention focused completely on you in the other room.

Near the end of the song Mia waved her arms around a little, and you didn’t care if she was copying you or just doing her thing but it made you laugh anyway.

“That��s it baby, get into it!”

It wasn’t often you had the opportunity to sneak up on Matt, ears hearing you approaching from more than a block away, always making sure you’re safe. But every now and then you had a rare opportunity to, and it was always a gem to catch Matt off guard.

Today you had gone grocery shopping while Matt stayed home with Mia. You had returned from shopping, hearing Matt’s voice on the other side of the apartment door made you stop for a moment. You stood by the door, ear close to the gap trying to listen to what he was saying.

“Now it isn’t so bad, see? If I had known this is what you wanted in the first place we could’ve avoided a lot of stress, sweetheart”

A warmth blooms in your chest as a smile graces your face, a few moments of silence pass before you hear him speak again.

“Ah here we go, you like this one. You gotta learn to tell me this stuff, your mother says communication is important, y’know” He chuckled to himself.

Finally, you unlock the door and go into the apartment. Upon walking into the living area you find Mia lying on her tummy on the play mat, surrounded by toys within arm’s reach, and Matt lying on his stomach on the floor, chin resting on his arms facing Mia.

He greeted you the moment you walked in and you greeted back while putting the bags of groceries on the counter. You shrugged your jacket and shoes off and walked over to Matt and Mia, lying down right next to Matt, mirroring his position and facing Mia.

“Didn’t realise we all needed tummy time” You laughed, giving Matt a kiss on the cheek before leaning forward to kiss Mia on the forehead.

“This was what made her happy, who am I to argue” He shrugged his shoulders.

“You’re a sucker” You nudged him with your elbow.

“I might be” He laughed and hung his head.

Mia’s first birthday involved too much ice cream and cake, but Dani had insisted that after all the time she’d spent playing with Mia that she wanted ice cream and you didn’t have the heart to say no. She loved ripping the wrapping paper off of her gifts more than she liked the actual gifts, you made a note of that for when Christmas came around.

As she grew a whole corner of the office became a play area for her, and occasionally Dani. At first it was one corner, but as soon as she began walking unaided the whole office was hers to play in as far as she was concerned. Matt would often step on toys left lying around his office, muttering to himself in annoyance while putting it away. The conference room had become the nap room, and Mia enjoyed the walk between the office and home.

She often wanted to sit on yours or Matt’s lap while you worked, eager to bang on the computer keyboards and scribble on notepads. You caved and bought an old keyboard for her to play with, it meant she stayed off your lap a little longer, but not Matt’s.

Mia was a daddy’s girl through and through, and Matt would do anything for his little girl. His ears were always tuned in to the sound of ‘dada’ and always telling her she was perfect. You would often hear them having ‘conversations’ on his office, him telling her a story and she would babble back happily.

It was 1:30pm, you had put all work on hold to deal with Mia who refused to nap and was letting everyone else deal with the consequences. Matt was getting frustrated; she would cling to her dad when upset but he had work to do, and the crying child on the floor under his desk didn’t help with productivity. You were getting annoyed that she wasn’t being receptive to anything you did to calm her down and eventually gave up, bordering on tears yourself.

Despite the feelings of guilt Matt made you sit on the couch with him in his office and just leave Mia, she would cry herself tired. He reassured you that you weren’t a bad mother for letting it happen, and if she kept going then he would handle it. You leaned your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, trying to relax even with the sound of crying filling the room. Matt rubbed your arm soothingly and sighed, leaning his head back against the wall.

The two of you hadn’t felt like this since the sleepless nights when Mia was a newborn, you’d gotten used to her good sleep schedule and generally good behaviour. Jess laughed that the ‘terrible twos’ was approaching, and you refused to believe your baby girl could be anything remotely near terrible. That was until today, when she wouldn’t nap and you were quickly running out of patience.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when you came back to reality, thinking you had tuned out the crying you opened your eyes and took stock of the room around you. You lifted your head and looked at Matt who had a small smile on his face, looking relieved. It was then you clocked how quiet the room was.

“Is she-?” You whispered.

“Yep” He sighed in relief.

You got up from the couch and made your way over to the desk, crouching to peer underneath. Mia was curled up under Matt’s desk, dark hair pointing in all directions and cheeks still red from her meltdown. Other than the wet tears under her eyes she looked as peaceful as ever, and you felt the tension leave your shoulders.

Matt had gotten up and retrieved a blanket from the conference-slash-nap room to put over her. He joined you where you were crouched and carefully covered Mia with the blanket, then standing up and collecting his files. He sat on the couch and continued his work, while you went to make a cup of coffee, both of you pleased you could finally get some work done before going home for the day.

“I do it!”

“Okay okay, you can do it” Matt laughed as Mia tried to stir the pasta sauce by herself.

He had always preferred cooking when he had company to do it with, the two of you had loved cooking together since you first met. You weren’t chefs but Matt knew what tasted good and you had a knack for portioning pasta perfectly every time (Matt joked that it was your heightened sense). Now that Mia had come along, he had someone else to cook with who was always attached to his hip.

She attempted to stir the sauce, it being too thick for her small arms to handle and Matt sneakily helping her. Once a few stirs were done she clapped her hands and Matt gave her endless praises and cheek kisses, you couldn’t help but smile at them.

You had tried to feed her a mouthful, but she outright refused and said she could do it herself. It was at this point you realised she’d inherited Matt’s sense of independence, wanting to do everything on her own without any help. Trying to stop yourself from helping her when she was getting half the pasta sauce down her shirt was tough, and Matt’s giggles weren’t helping.

“Your daughter is becoming like you” You said to Matt while you both cleaned up after Mia had gone down to sleep for the night.

“Again with the my daughter, you had a hand in making her too y’know” He smiled, amused.

“She’s becoming stubborn, and refuses help. It’s sounding all too familiar, won’t be long until you’re teaching her how to throw a proper punch” You joke, rolling your eyes.

Matt walks up to you and puts his hands on your waist, pulling you close and kissing you with a smile on his face, and you can’t help but kiss back. Still giving you butterflies after all these years.

“You don’t have to worry about her, the way she plays with Dani, she’s inherited your kindness and empathy. Besides, I’m a good father so I won’t teach her how to throw a punch until she’s at least 5” He laughed again at this own joke while you just groaned and rolled your eyes.

Once his laughter has died down you kiss him on the cheek and begin walking towards the bathroom to have a shower.

“You’re lucky I love you, Mr Murdock”

“Very lucky indeed”

He quickly catches up to you and sweeps you off your feet, carrying you bridal style to the bathroom while you can’t help but giggle.

“Daddy!”

“Good morning sweetheart!”

Mia runs through the lounge room to the kitchen where Matt was getting her lunch ready. He takes a few steps forward to meet her and scoop her up in his arms when they meet. She wraps her arms around his neck while he holds her in a tight hug.

“Tell me what your outfit is today” He continues to hold her with one arm while getting food together with the other hand.

“Got a dress and boots”

“What colour are they?”

“Pink and blue, and pink!”

“As beautiful as always” He kisses her on the cheek before placing her back on the floor to run around the apartment for a little bit.

You walk into the kitchen to make coffee for you and Matt, giving him a kiss on the cheek and a quick good morning. The two of you start a discussion about the cases you’re currently working on and when the next court date is.

As you leave the apartment the glint of Matt’s red glasses on the shelf catches your eye, he hadn’t worn them in years. Right after the snap he was in such an awful place that wearing his glasses out was the least of his concerns, and it became a bit of a habit. Then when Mia came along, he didn’t want her remembering how he looked only with his glasses on, losing any reason to wear them daily.

On the walk from the apartment to the office Mia walks between the two of you, holding a hand each and skipping. Every few steps you and Matt lift her up by the arms and swing her, making her laugh loudly. Her laugh echoes down the otherwise quiet street, and you think you see someone on the other side of the street smile at the sound.

Halfway through the walk Mia begs to get on Matt’s shoulders and he can’t say no to his little girl, you mutter about how he’s a softie and he pretends to not hear you but reveals himself by rolling his eyes.

“Since its Friday did you wanna finish up early and head to the park for the afternoon?” You ask Matt, nearing the office.

“Yes park!” Mia cheered from her place up on Matt’s shoulders, her arms wrapped around his head, hands meeting on his forehead.

“Park sounds good” He turned his head towards you and smiled.

You reach the office building and Matt lifts Mia off of his shoulders, you begin making your way up the stairs, searching your bag for the keys to the office. Matt and Mia hung behind because Mia insisted Matt help her jump up every step.

Once the two of them had finally reached the office, Matt went to his desk as Mia tipped out her box of toys onto the floor and began rummaging through them all looking for something she wanted. You sat at the reception desk and opened your laptop, checking emails like any other day.

Today was a quiet day, not many emails and even fewer calls. It was mostly a day of research and helping Matt prepare for a court date the following week. Mia would interrupt to show you her drawings and you all took a break for lunch.

Mid-afternoon when the both of you were satisfied with how much work you’d gotten done that day began packing up the office, putting away files and leaving to-do lists for Monday. Matt walked out of his office and stood next to your desk, Mia was on the floor slowly putting her toys back into the box.

Suddenly, Matt started breathing heavily and bent over, having to hold onto the desk for support as if he’d just been hit in the gut. His eyes were wide and you were immediately concerned – you couldn’t lose him too.

“Matt, are you alright? What’s wrong?” You asked concerned, a hand on his arm and one on shoulder.

He turned his head towards you and the look on his face was worrying, a mix of horror and confusion. It made your blood go cold; the last time he looked like that the whole world came crashing down.

“Something’s happened” He breathed out, putting a hand on your arm and squeezing tight.

“Are you okay, dada?” Mia asked from her spot on the floor, confusion all over her face.

It was then you heard it, you heard everything; people yelling and screaming, cars honking, and sirens going off. Your legs almost gave way, your heart thundering in your ears and breathing becoming difficult as you try to comprehend what was happening.

Another breath left your lips, you squeezed your eyes shut and when you opened them there was another person in the room. Time seemed to stop, all the noises outside seemed to quiet as you took in the face of the person standing in front of you. Your voice had been ripped from you with the breath you had been holding, Matt was the one to speak first.

“Foggy?”

a/n: Thank you so much for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it and please let me know if you did <3 I could probably add some extra scenes in (or even write Karen and Foggy's return) so if you'd like to read more let me know and I might think about writing some more :) P.S: the 'important song' referenced about halfway through is Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer bc I LOVE that song.

#alice writes #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #angst #grief #hurt #fluff #comfort #established relationship #pregnancy #unplanned pregnancy #dad!matt #dad!matt murdock #domestic fluff #domestic #the blip #the snap #no use of y/n #jessica jones #luke cage #jessica jones x luke cage #danielle cage #karen page (mentioned) #franklin nelson (mentioned) #foggy nelson (mentioned) #the end of the world and everything after

[creativekha0s]

Liv Morgan x Rhea Ripley oneshot! I totally meant to get this written earlier in the week after Wrestlemania actually happened, but a week later isn’t so bad. Enjoy! I love making these two find their way back to each other 🥰

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WRESTLEMANIA XL NIGHT 1

Later that night…

Rhea Ripley defeats Becky Lynch with two Riptides at the grandest stage of them all and her dominant reign as Raw Women’s Champion continues on. Through the curtain she was celebrated by her Judgement Day companions and later on, Charlotte Flair. Once she was allowed a moment to herself, she walked on through the backstage area with a smile on her face and her championship belt on her shoulder.

“Hey Rhea, wait up!” Another one of the horsewomen, Bayley, says and jogs to catch up with her. “Hey champ, congratulations!”

“Thanks Bay. I’ve got faith in you to win your championship tomorrow night.” Rhea says with a dashing smile on her lips.

“Hey, thanks. Listen I’m not sure if I should tell you this but….you haven’t seen Liv yet, have you?” Rhea shakes her head confusingly. “You didn’t hear this from me then. We were all watching your match back here on the monitors just having a good time, getting into the match and everything and then when you pinned Becky….I don’t know, man. One second Liv is clapping with us and the next I see a fresh set of tears down her face. Then she disappeared to her locker room I presume.”

Rhea sighs and looks down to the floor before running a hand through her hair unsure of what emotions to feel right now. She’s completely ecstatic from her match with Becky and still riding her high from it and now she can’t help but to feel a small knot of guilt in her stomach.

“Is she still here then?”

Bayley nods her head. “Door is locked and she wouldn’t open up not even for me.” She lets out a small sigh. “Listen I know it’s not my place, you’re on an adrenaline rush, I get it. Just check on her before you leave, okay?” She sees Rhea contemplate with her request and Bayley gives her arm a playful shove. “Hey come on, you owe me. If I chose you to face instead of Iyo, maybe you wouldn’t have that belt on your shoulder right now.”

“Ha ha, hugger. In your dreams.” The two exchange a final smile before Bayley moves along to head back to the monitors while Rhea struggles with a choice of heading to her own locker room or checking on her once former best friend, tag team partner….someone who she once loved. Walking back towards the locker rooms gave Rhea a bit longer to form a decision. When she got to her own locker room she quickly went over to her travel bag and began digging through it until she found what she was looking for.

Rhea grabbed her championship belt and exited her locker room to make her way towards the locker room belonging to Liv Morgan. Her hand grabbed the handle and twisted to find the door was really locked, from the clutch of her other hand she sighed and revealed a key that Liv gave her long ago, pushing it to the keyhole and unlocking the door to head inside and locking the door behind her.

“Livvy?”

Rhea asked quietly when she didn’t see the blonde around. It was quiet but tense, the television set she had was playing the 6 Pack Ladder Match for the Tag Team Championships as it happened live on a low volume. Then she heard a quiet sniffle and an exaggerated sigh from the around the corner, that’s when Liv Morgan appeared carefully wiping her eyes with a tissue and stopping dead in her tracks when she saw Rhea Ripley standing in front of her in her own locker room.

When the mini heart attack subsided in her chest, Liv wasn’t too surprised to see Rhea here. Someone must’ve seen her wipe away tears and leave the monitors and figured it must’ve been Nattie or Bayley. And the door was locked but Rhea had a key as Liv had one for Rhea’s door as well.

“Hey…champ. Congratulations on the match, you were amazing.” Liv wiped under her eyes again.

“Yeah, thanks.” Rhea slid her title belt off of her shoulder and set it down on a chair, looking at a half broken Liv Morgan in front of her. “Do you want small talk? Bayley said you locked yourself in here. And you’re crying.”

“Fuckin’ Bayley.” Liv muttered under her breath and crossed her arms. “Let’s catch up another time. This is your big night, your big win, you should go celebrate it. Don’t worry about me.”

“You’re not giving me a choice on that last bit.” Rhea shrugged her shoulders and closed the distance a little between them. “Just talk to me, Livvy. What’s going on?” Liv couldn’t fight away the fresh set of tears that formed in her eyes, she was just deep down glad that Rhea was someone who has already seen her completely vulnerable. “Come here.” Rhea pulled Liv into a tight hug without having to struggle to like last time.

Liv silently cried into Rhea’s shoulder as the Aussie gently stroked at her back to help calm her down. It was only for a few minutes but Rhea was willing to take as long as she needed.

“Am I good enough?” Liv spoke after some silence and pulled her body back just enough to look Rhea into her eyes. “Be honest with me. I came up short on not one, but two Rumble matches back to back, I don’t have a match at Wrestlemania this year, I lost my best friend but more importantly…..” Liv stopped short before finishing her sentence and noticed that Rhea’s gaze never left hers. “I’m not good enough for you anymore either.”

“Liv, come on…”

“I’m so….so fucking happy for you, Rhea. You’ve accomplished so much and you’re not slowing down anytime soon. I’m so proud of you, it’s just…” Liv goes to find another tissue for her tears but Rhea grabs her wrist to stop her. “I’m not jealous, okay? You deserve everything. I’m-“ Rhea leads Liv over to the couch and sits them both down.

“I’m terrified, Liv.” Rhea says sadly with a light chuckle. “Right now I feel like I’m sitting well above the world right now and we both know that means the only way out is back down.” After swallowing her pride, Rhea smiles and adverts her eyes back to the blonde. “Absolutely, Liv Morgan, you’re good enough if not better than anything that’s in front of you. One of the biggest reasons I’m going as hard as I can is because I’m inspired by you and your ‘never quit’ attitude. The reason I’m here is because of you. I mean, you beat Ronda Rousey. Twice. You’re the first to ever do that.”

Liv blushed and had to look away no matter how much she desperately wanted to get lost in Rhea’s eyes. It wasn’t the answer she was expecting to get but the sudden warm feeling that felt in her chest made her spirits start to skyrocket.

“It can’t just be because of me. You’re a wonder of the world all on your own.” Liv sported a tiny smile on her lips. “But hearing that from our Women’s Champion does feel pretty good.”

The two chuckled and Rhea made the move to inch her body closer to Liv’s, the blonde’s heart fluttering more in her chest.

“You will always be good enough for me, Livvy. I’d be lying if I didn’t that I’ve been thinking about us lately…..what we had together…..” The Aussie tucks a few strands of hair behind her ears. “I’m sorry things have gotten rocky between us.” Her hand finds Liv’s hand and subtly strokes the top of it with her thumb. “Maybe we can find our way back again.”

“That’s so much hope to give me in my current headspace.” Liv chuckled and held her hand tighter. “I’d like that. A lot. I miss us.”

“I miss us too.” Rhea chuckled with a big genuine smile on her face. “And not just because it gets lonely at the top. I really miss us and I wouldn’t mind working on making some things up to you, like getting your confidence back. I know you got it.”

“Proving I’m good enough to myself, by myself, hasn’t been easy.” Liv sighed and gave Rhea a hug. “I don’t want to keep you from the rest of your night, you should go celebrate and catch the other matches.”

“I do have the press conference to get ready for, yeah.” Rhea sighed and tightened her arms around Liv’s body.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” Liv asked suddenly but Rhea found it adorable that she asked for permission out of nowhere.

Pulling back, Rhea smiled and nodded her head while admiring Liv Morgan in a light she hasn’t seen in almost two years. If there was one weakness in her career, it was her. Something about a 5 foot 3 blonde who shared her passion for wrestling and beyond she couldn’t dare keep turning away from, not after an incredible night like tonight. With the most confidence she’s had all night, Liv slowly captured Rhea’s lips for a kiss that made them both feel whole again, as if they were both home with each other again.

Until her press conference had to start, Rhea stayed with Liv in her locker room all night together, cuddled up on her locker room couch, peppering sweet kisses to the side of Liv’s head and her cheek as they watched together the rest of the matches Wrestlemania Night 1 had to offer.

#writing #liv morgan x rhea ripley #liv 4 brutality #rhea ripley x liv morgan #liv x rhea #rhea x liv #liv morgan #rhea ripley #women of wwe #WWE #Wrestlemania XL

[ynvariant]

Trying something a little new

I love how with social media we can all be ourselves, simping over masked men from a game, unashamed lol. So here's a small piece of a new story I'm writing, let me know what you think!

I don't have a title yet, sorry!

Song of the Chapter: WASTE by Kxllswxtch

“Go ahead!” I shout at his back. Why is he packing so fast?

“Go ahead and leave!! Cause that’s all you ever do!! Leaving me and never saying anything! Leaving and never telling me when you’ll be back!! Go ahead and leave because I never want you back here! Don’t ever come back!” I go to the closet and start throwing his clothes on the bed.

We’ve been, whatever we are, for three years. In those three years he barely told me anything about himself, what his job is, nothing. In those three years I’ve never seen his face. I fell in love with a mystery. Sometimes I wonder if I’m even alive and this is all happening or maybe I’m dreaming, or dead, or in a coma, dreaming of all this.

“I’m not going to explain this again to you.” His accent comes out hard, a sure sign he’s getting irritated.

“No, you never do! I have given myself, my home, my heart, my soul to some random man I met three years ago who’s face I’ve never seen! Even though I live with him and share a bed with him!! I have been told close to nothing about you in three years. I barely know what you do, who you are, or what you’re going to do!”

I walk back to my side of the bed, I can’t take it. I watch him pack his bags, throwing on his gear as he goes.

"But I still love you."

“You knew exactly what you were getting into three years ago. I’ve told you enough and you understood what it meant. You know the risks and why everything is the way it is. You know you can't see me. It p-”

“Puts me at risk. Living with you is risky enough. Loving you is the greatest risk I’m making here. Seeing the face of the man I love and want is a risk I’d take every day. No matter the price.” I walk over to my vanity and take out the ring.

I run my fingers over it a few times before turning to him. It’s a simple, thin gold band with Riley engraved on the inside. Usually I wear it every day but I had been working in the garden and I didn’t want it dirty. It’s a plain and simple ring, but it’s worth a million diamonds to me.

He picked up his bag, finished packing, and was walking out of our room. All his weapons and other gear are packed and sitting by the door. I wonder when he did that.

“You are young, Y/N. Live your life and take a future you’ve dreamed about. Make your own future with no burdens, no dangers, no pain. Give yourself a life you deserve.”

I follow him silently as he takes his bags out to his truck. He's always had an issue with our age gap. Why does he always dwell on something so little?

He tosses most of his stuff into the back seats. Most of his gear he puts in the bed of his truck, secured and hidden by the metal cab cover.

“I’m leaving and not coming back. We will never meet again. Goodbye.” He walks to the driver's side of the car, but I yank the passenger's side open, pausing him. I take the ring and set it on top of the bag closest to me.

“Leave. If you really want to and you can’t find a sliver of love for me in your heart, leave. If you never meant any promise you made me, if you didn’t mean every word you ever said, go ahead and leave. If those nights where I did nothing but love you, if those most intimate nights don’t mean anything to you. If I was just some game, something to play and past the time with, leave. But once your tires leave my driveway never come back. I don’t care if it’s the end of the world, I won’t welcome you back, Simon.”

I step away from his truck and close the door. I walk back up the porch and stand at my front door. I watch him stand there. His eyes darted between his truck and me. I look down, away from his beautiful blue eyes that pierce me every time he looks at me. His beautiful, perfect crystal blue eyes.

I stand behind the screen door, waiting for him to close that damn door and walk over here. I know it’s selfish of me to hope he chooses me but people need him. People's lives depend on him, the secrets of our country depend on him. But my world depends on him too.

After what feels like an eternity, he closes the truck door. He doesn’t make a move for me. I see his breath come out of his balaclava, the cold December air making his breath visible.

“If you love me then your soul has been damned since the beginning. I am not a man who can love, who will ever love. You are asking the impossible from me, knowing it could never happen. I cannot choose you when there is nothing between us. I will not choose you.”

That’s all I needed to hear. I didn’t watch as he got in his truck and drove away. I didn’t pick up the balaclava he left behind. I closed the door, locked it and armed the security he installed.

Today I mourn this pain, but tomorrow I burn the memories of him.

#simon ghost riley #ghost cod #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #romance #agegap #age g4p #cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon riley #konig cod #konig fic #ghost fic

[kiwiraccoon]

Numb, Emptiness Chapter i

Ateez OT8 x OC

Summary: after witnessing the death of her family, her uncle sends her back to South Korea to live with the eight guys he had saved over the years. They seem to be almost, if not just, as mentally messed up as she is, and the goal is for her to help them and them to help her. Time heals, but it’s already been 11 years of suffering for her, can they really help?

overall notes: MDNI mental health: depression, anxiety, ocd, antisocial, agoraphobia, personality disorders, mental breakdowns. mentions and descriptions of gruesome deaths, gore. polygamy, shared female, suggestive, fluff, smut?, building relationships. THIS IS NOT MEANT FOR THE WEAK HEARTED OR UNDERAGE!! this not meant to depict real Ateez but an au, not about their real selves or real struggles, I took ideas from their real selves but again not meant to be negative towards them or anything against their image… THIS IS JUST MY MORBID MIND RUNNING WILD!

Word count: 2811

The building we drive up to resembles a small hotel, but the lack of cars and signs tells me this isn’t one. That and my uncle explaining everything to me on the flight overseas, from how he acquired this building to who all lives inside. “Welcome home honey.” My uncle says affectionately while reaching over to give my shoulder a squeeze, the man knows me better than I know myself and gives me just the reassurance I need just with a simple touch.

“Home.” I soon respond while taking my earbuds from their charging case to place in my ears as we exit the vehicle and start to unload my multiple bags. When we were packing I decided to leave the apartment as mine, just taking my favorite decorations and my necessities. It was my uncle's idea to leave a place for me to escape too if I just needed a break away from anything and everyone.

I lug two suitcases with bags on top behind me with my book bag hanging off my shoulder up towards the main entrance of the building behind my uncle. I felt comfort in knowing I wouldn’t just be living with eight strangers alone since my uncle did live in the separate building next to this one, at least he would show me around. “Let’s take all of this to your room first.” He says not bothering to wait for a response he knows he won’t receive as my mind is on high alert in the new surroundings. My eyes take note of everything in every room we walk past and where they are located, especially when we walk past the bedrooms that have name plates on them. Either to help me or because it made it easy to know their own rooms.

Reaching the last possible door on the left of the hall on the second floor I see an empty plate covered by a ripped piece of paper with my name quickly written on it. Maybe my uncle informed them I was coming over the phone. Inside the room I see simple decorations, the colors being black, white, and pops of light blue around, did he have them decorate my room?

As if he heard my thoughts, he speaks while setting the bags down and out of the way, “Seonghwa decorated the room for you, I told him the colors you usually go for.”

“Ah.” Once again my eyes dart around the room appreciating the desk, reading corner, and larger bed than I am used to. I meet my uncle’s eyes and give him a soft nod before following him out of my room and back down the hall to the first floor again. I notice quickly that the rooms are only on the second floor and the first floor is for recreational rooms like gaming or offices as well as a large living space and kitchen. Why they had offices I had no idea but my curiosity would have to wait until after the long awaited introductions.

When we walk into the living area I see eight guys sitting around the multiple couches, either on their phones or having small conversations. “Guys.” As soon as they hear my uncle's voice they all stop what they are doing and look up, some looking at me while the others only look at him. “This is Kai, my niece, and your new roommate. I hope Hongjoong filled you in on certain things.” When the words leave his mouth I feel a sense of anxiety rush through me at what he could have possibly told him. Seeing their reactions show nothing but agreement to his statement I wash the feeling away knowing it’s not worth it to feel that way if I can’t even express it. “If you would introduce yourselves, then I have to go to work.” 

For some reason I thought my uncle would be able to stay around for at least a little while, but I was stupid to believe that when he is one of the best detectives around. Out of the corner of my eyes I see someone stand, “Well, I’m Hongjoong.” His introduction is short and to the point, I can tell he will be hiding in the shadows more often than not. I can’t help but appreciate his forward wording and selfishly, his looks, all of them really are borderline perfect. Yet something about him screams leader, the person everyone listens to when my uncle isn’t around. He wastes no time in leaving the room and the rejection I feel bubbling in my chest starts to catch my attention, but to them I seem completely unfazed.

“Jongho.” His words sound forced, almost like he wasn’t even speaking himself but someone was controlling him. If looks could kill, I would be with my family back in America and six feet under with not one but multiple bullet holes. He is intimidating I’ve every way possible, his eyes, his stance, his build, and his lack of emotions besides the short smile he gives my uncle as he also leaves the room.

I focus on the music in my ears for the rest of the introductions, dissociating entirely as I can’t help but feel entirely unwelcome within my new home. “Kai.” I turn instantly to my uncle as he lays a hand on my shoulder. “I’m going to work now, if you need anything, text me.” I nod in his direction and watch as he grabs his things before leaving out of the main door we had only entered a few moments ago.

“What are you listening to?” Someone asks from behind me and I turn around slowly to just stare blankly at him, I refuse to be shown anymore distaste from this group. Meeting his eyes I show nothing but boredom on my face and leave the room to head back to my own space away from all of them.

“Wooyoung don’t take it to heart, she’s new here and not everyone made her feel welcome.” Someone else’s voice reaches my ears as I walk through the hallway, and now I know the only one who seemed interested in knowing even the smallest thing about me was Wooyoung. He probably only asked because he saw the headphones not because he actually wanted to know.

The second I enter my room I start to unpack all of my things, even if I don’t feel welcome here, I still live here. My music blasts in my ears leaving no room for any negative thoughts to break through my poorly built wall. Even when I get everything in place I sit in my reading corner with my eyes closed as the music bleeds through my being, grounding me to a surface of emptiness just like the emotions I show. Nothing shows through my skin, nothing but numb emotions that portray me as a shell of what I used to be. If my younger self could see me now, not even batting an eye at the death of the family I used to love with my entire being.

Knocks break through the sound waves coursing through my ears creating ripples of distraction to bring me out of my mind. I couldn’t express my gratitude for pulling me out of what was undoubtedly going to become a mental breakdown. I stand on solid feet to open my door and face the person who unknowingly just stopped my downfall. “Yes?” My monotone voice comes out as my eyes remain down to look at their feet, if they couldn’t look at me I won’t look at them.

“We have some lunch down in the kitchen if you want any.” The voice belongs to one I haven’t heard before causing my eyes to break their trance and look up towards the tall man taking up the entrance to my space. 

“Okay,” is all I say as we maintain eye contact, the first I’ve held in this entire building besides my uncle, and even then ours was only there for a short moment as he had things to do. He sends me a short and small smile before turning away and I wrack just brain for his name that I didn’t pay attention to earlier in the day. “Wait, I’m coming.” I walk into my room and grab my phone that remained on my chair and close my bedroom door behind me as I follow the taller man who now holds a natural smile on his face.

He leads the way in comfortable silence, either because he sees my headphones and thinks I can’t hear him or he has nothing to say, either way I’m grateful for his presence. Being around him provides another distraction for my brain as I spend my time taking in his actions, habits, and appearance. It is then I remember his name, “Mingi.” 

“Yeah?” I halt in my steps just as we reach the kitchen as I realize I said his name out loud. Little do I know a few pairs of eyes watch the interaction as none of them have heard me speak until this moment.

“Nothing.” I move through the room and grab myself a serving of food while simultaneously turning up the music in my ears to drown out anything anyone might say. As I go to the fridge to grab a drink a hand tries to reach for my headphone but before it can get close my free hand is gripping it at the wrist and turning to look into the eyes of the guy who tried to take it away. My dull eyes meet his curious yet mischievous ones. “What are you doing?” The sound of my voice again causes those same few eyes to look our way yet mine stay locked on his.

“What are you listening to?” He asks for the second time that day and it takes everything in my soul to not make a snarky comment.

My eyes switch between the two of his, trying to find any deception or mal intentions to his actions, but I find none. “Music.” I let go of his wrist and turn back to grab my water, not daring to look at any of the others within the room. The large smile on his face screams triumph in finally getting a response from me even if it was short and he leaves skipping away to his own food. His success is small but I can tell for him it feels larger than life itself and I try to remind myself that there are people in the world who don’t see me as a serial killer in the making.

“It drowns my thoughts.” I simply say before leaving back to my room with my food not even looking at anyone on my way out, the silence that follows let’s me know they all heard. 

“She talked!” I hear wooyoung yell in excitement and I know if I could I would be smiling to myself at his exclamation, he might just be someone I open up to easily if he doesn’t stop prying. 

My lunch is spent alone watching random videos trying to drown out the thoughts that want me to feel nothing even on the inside, those will never win. I have fought them for years not wanting my shell to be completely empty even if that meant I only knew I was there and no one else could see. Growing tired of seeing my empty dishes in the corner of my eye I leave the comfort of my room to wash the dishes and hopefully find where they belong on my own. 

Entering the kitchen I see one of the guys washing the dishes from the others, even going as far to wear gloves to maintain perfectly cleanliness. I wait patiently behind him to wash my own not wanting to be a bother more than I might already be. He turns around and doesn’t startle at finding my silent presence instead he reaches for the fragile pieces in my hands. “I can wash them.” I say, and I watch his reaction carefully to see if he will find my lack of tone to be rude or any way condescending.

“I don’t mind. I usually do the cleaning around here.” He responds with a smile on his face while taking the items from my hands not even waiting for my acceptance. It is in that moment I realize he is Seonghwa, my uncle informed me of every person before we made it to the building hoping to ease my discomfort around complete strangers. The thing about him is that he takes on a motherly role, cleaning the house, making sure everyone eats, and being that shoulder for the others to lean on. I remember when my uncle told this to me I made it a goal to also care for him as he probably spends most of his time caring for everyone else.

Remembering this I take a dish towel and some cleaning spray to wipe down the counters, the island, and even move to the dining area connected to clean off the massive table. No words or glances are exchanged in the moment, and I’m almost sure he doesn’t notice I even did so as he just leaves once the dishes are clean, dry and put away in their respective places. The moment of loneliness doesn’t last long as the tall man from before enters the space again when I am putting the cleaning materials away and making my way to my room.

My uncle informed me that when he first met Mingi, the boy was afraid of people and wanted nothing to do with being around others. I can understand the need for distance as my only interactions with people led to them believing I was a threat or I had something seriously wrong with me. I refuse to let him feel that way around me, even if my expressions and voice can’t soothe those possible feelings my words hopefully will. “Hi, Mingi.” I nod his way as I walk past him into the hall way to reach the living room, but I do notice the small smile that reaches his face at my acknowledgment.

“Kai,” he responds once he catches up to me this time holding two drinks which he extends one to me. A resemblance of a peace offering between two people who fear others and what they might think. I take the water with no hesitation and make my way to the small recliner in the corner of the room that happens to be next to a small bookcase. It is only us two in the room and Mingi takes his place in the identical chair next to mine, showing that he feels comfort in my presence and I can’t help but wish I could express the happiness I feel from this revelation.

“The music drowns your thoughts?” Mingi asks breaking the silence.

“There’s not a moment I don’t have music playing or something else to distract me when the music starts to fail.” I simply say keeping my eyes on the books reading their spines to see if one catches my eyes.

He hums in understanding, “I might just have to try that.” The second the words leave his lips I turn my head to look into his eyes and see the truth swirling around his sad looking eyes. I know how it feels to have your thoughts take over your entire being and rip away at your sanity like a deranged cat. 

My hand moves on its own and reaches to remove one earbud from my ear and subtly clean it against my clothes the best I can. “Here.” I reach my hand out towards him with the one earbud sitting in my palm to allow him to grab it if he wishes. Seeing his confusion I continue, “try it. If it doesn’t work I can show you my other methods.” Even though my words and my expressions show nothing but emptiness and boredom I can see he appreciates the gesture as he takes the small item from my hand to place in his ear.

The song Psycho Killer continues to play as soon as the device notices it is placed in an ear again and I feel my happiness for the song build inside myself. Certain lines always resonated with me and the fact so many people believed I was a psycho and could become a killer made this song feel more apart of myself than it was intended. Mingi starts to bob his head along to the music and I can see his tense shoulders relax as the invasion of the sound waves. “Wow,” is all he says before silence takes over our moment together and I turn back to the books.

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[dilf-whore]

two less lonely people in the world (part 6)

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pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

summary: you’d do everything for your best friend even if it means your heart getting broken.

A/N: here’s part 6! sorry for only posting this now and if it’s so fucking short. let me know your thoughts and if you want to be added to the taglist 😭

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word count: 627

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“She what?” you ask, you know you heard him loud and clear but you wanted to make sure, it just doesn’t make sense.

“She broke up with me. We-we’re over”

You bring Steve in an embrace without hesitation and his tears come streaming down, you could feel your shirt getting wet. It even started to get cold despite the warmness of his skin, maybe because you’re feeling your best friend’s pain - making your heart break too. You hold onto him tighter, rubbing his back as loud sobs escape his lips.

“Let’s go inside, we can talk about it when you’re ready”. You both pull away and lead him to your home, you go straight to the kitchen to grab Steve a glass of water as he settles down on your couch. He was looking at the ground, eyebrows knitted together, tears still running down his face - it’s like his world ended.

You hand him the water and sit down beside him, “so uh, what happened?” you ask.

“A while ago, during the party, Nancy spilled her drink on her shirt so I took her to the bathroom to clean up. And that’s when she said that our relationship was bullshit and that we killed Barb”. He rubs his face down with his hand, trying to refrain his self from breaking down again. “She doesn’t love me Y/N. She can’t even say it” his voice breaks lightly.

You wrap your arms around his side, you could feel his body tremble again, Steve’s crying once more, he’s shattered into pieces. “I’ll go try talk to her tomorrow” you say.

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You rush to Nancy’s chemistry class once you stepped out of your classroom. Slightly waving your hand when she spot you waiting outside, you don’t know what to tell her first, you don’t even know why you volunteered to do the mending.

Their teacher finally dismisses them and Nancy packs her things soon after. You start to move around, thinking of how to start the conversation about her and Steve.

“I know you want to talk about what happened last night” she says as she walks up to you.

You let out a small sigh and nod in response. Nancy holds on to the strap of her bag and guilt starts to show on her face. “Did you mean everything you told him?” you speak up.

“I-I shouldn't have said those things, the alcohol got the best of me” she starts.

“But, but, I did mean to break up with him. Just not in that way”

Your heart sinks at her statement, “why?” -  your tone sounding a bit desperate than you intended to. She takes in a huge breath and meets your gaze, “I care about him okay? I really do. I just think that we’re not meant for each other, I-I can’t reciprocate the things he does for me. I can’t meet him halfway in this relationship and he doesn't deserve that, he’s an amazing guy. I-I can’t make him happy”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion,”what do you mean? You literally make him the happiest man in the world. Trust me, he can’t stop gushing over you, Steve talks about you like it’s the first time meeting you” you reply, recalling how he’d melt merely just by hearing Nancy’s name.

"I get what you mean but I can't give him that pure and sincere lifelong happiness just like how someone's making him feel, and I'm not even mad about it because I know that person is really for Steve"

"Nancy, I really don't understa-"

"You'll understand soon and so will he. I'm gonna go talk to Steve" she starts to walk away and head to the gym, leaving you behind all baffled.

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[geoblitzz]

Mini fic???

So I don’t have the time or energy to draw this idea rn because I’m very busy and already working on my lfls comic, so I thought I’d try to write it. My narrative writing is rusty so don’t flame me lol (update: I edited it a bit, just added some details and flourishes)

I really like the Rise Movie AU where future Leo gets through the time portal as well, and interacts with all his brothers again. (So much good angst opportunities!) In this AU, with the help of future Leo and Casey jr, they get the key back seal the Krang instead of Raph being kidnapped. This angsty scene(s?) idea came to me at 4:30 in the morning and I just had to get it down- this is maybe a few weeks post movie where future Leo has moved in with the Rise boys. (I refer to Future Leo as Leonardo, and young Leo as just Leo! Hope that makes it easier!)

I’m no fic writer 👀 but I hope y’all enjoy!

Leonardo ground his teeth. He usually could handle the jabs and the puns, but apparently not today. Of course, Leonardo couldn’t be happier about having this second chance. Where, in this new reality, if he closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of his alternate brothers run around the lair, it all seemed like a bad dream.

BUT. One thing was getting on his nerves, one thing he hadn’t quite anticipated: himself. Or, his younger self, that is. There was just something about his other self that rubbed him the wrong way.

He wondered if it was because his shorter, louder counterpart was a reminder of everything about himself he had to leave behind. His performative ego, his endless jokes, and the flamboyant flair he used to bring to every conversation- all of it haunting him like the ghost of who he used to be, a reminder that this family wasn’t his family… Or maybe, Leonardo really was more annoying as a kid than he remembered.

But today was already a bad day. He had intended to sleep in, to catch up on a fraction of the years of sleepless nights, but he instead had woken up to angry yelling and shouting. Leonardo nearly had a panic attack. It had all been fine, of course. The Krang were gone, and he knew that, and yet… The reason for the noise had been Mikey arguing with the others over his recent victory in another “all-night-video-game-ultra-mega-championship,” as they called it, and it had apparently been a very close win.

Leonardo had rushed in to see what was going on, weapons drawn, only to be greeted by 3 sleep deprived sore losers, and one very sore winner. “You’re just mad you don’t have my mad skills!” Mikey had taunted gleefully from a pile of cushions, “AND YOU NEVER WILL!!” he giggled, running past Leonardo to run to the kitchen. His other self and the younger Donnie followed swiftly behind, followed by “oh yeah?” and “we’ll see about that, Miguel!”

“You okay there, Leo?” Raph said, snapping him from his thoughts. Leonardo sighed, “Yes, sorry-Raph.” His voice caught on his brother’s name, the syllable catching in his throat. He hadn’t said it in a long time. “You sure? ‘Cause you may be old, but Istill know a sad Leo when I see one. Can’t pull one over on big brother Raph! …Or, I guess… little brother Raph?” He offered, giving a shy smile.” Leonardo let out a small laugh, and his heart twisted. Images of his past flashed through his mind as he remembered his own Raph, and how he too had been focused on others, even while he lay dying. He shook the thought away. “No, buddy. I’m fine, really. Just… getting used to seeing everyone.” The “again” left off of the statement hung heavy in the air, unspoken. “Okay, well, if you need anything, I’m here to talk. We all are.” Raph patted Leonardo’s robotic arm as he, too, moved to the kitchen for breakfast. Leonardo didn’t follow.

With an eventful morning behind him, Leonardo now stood in the training room, blowing off some steam. He had removed his bulky prosthetic, allowing his skin to breath as he went to work on a punching bag. (He also knew that his metallic enhancement packed quite the punch, so to speak, and didn’t want to break their things.) He continued to grind his teeth absent minded, and could hear a quiet purple thought berating him for it, about how there were no dentists, let alone ones mutant dentists, in the wasteland of New York. Other multi-colored jabs and laughs climbed his consciousness like bittersweet cobwebs that couldn’t be cleared. He ignored the thoughts best he could and struck harder. He kicked and punched with his good arm, and finally got a rhythm going when his focus was broken by an all too familiar voice.

“Working on the old 1-2, ey old me?” Leo said, bouncing on his feet and holding up his fists in a faux fight stance.

Leonardo paused. He hadn’t even heard Leo come in the room. Not now, he thought. Please not now.

“or should I say just the 1? Haa! Up top!”

His younger self held up a hand for a high five, but Leonardo just sighed and began to go at the bag again. Leo awkwardly tried to play it off, scooping his hand behind his head. “Sooo,” he began, “what’s been going on in that old nog of ours? Cause I kinda get the feeling somethings up, I mean, you never miss Mikey’s breakfast, but I’m not sure- You’d think I’d be pretty good at reading myself, but I guess I fall a little short,” he said, emphasizing their height difference with another wave of his hand in a mock salute gesture.

Leonardo’s rhythm was fully thrown off now, and sighed as he turned to face himself. “You sure talk with your hands alot,” he said, his one hand on his hip. “Well, sure!” the younger him replied, throwing on his trademark smirk, “guess you kinda don’t though, right?” Leonardo huffed, “look kid, I’m really not in the mood.” He brushed past Leo and stated towards the doorway.

“What, no time for some self love and, one could say, brotherly bonding?” Leo said, his tone full of fake hurt.

“Nope.” Leonardo said, not even turning to face him.

“Uh, aren’t you forgetting something?”

Leo turned and realized he had left his replacement appendage on the floor, though now it was haphazardly draped over his other self’s shoulders.

“Please don’t play with that-“ Leonardo began, but he was quickly cut off by his own voice-

“I have to say it is rather disarming to see you without it.”

Leonardo lunged for the arm, but he wasn’t fully used to swift movements without the extra weight, so the spryer Leo easily dodged.

“I got to hand it to you though, it’s a very cool arm.” Another dodge. “Bet it’s good for fighting, too. D’you get it from an arms dealer?” Leo hefted the arm like a bat, the elbow bending and creaking at a tense angle.

“Leo, careful-“ Leo laughed as he, again, dodged under Leonardo’s reaching hand.

“Can it shoot lasers or anything?” He mused, turning it over at an odd angle, and the joint made a painful sound as it jostled. A chill ran through Leonardo, as a phantom pain shoot through his stump, and the memory of impossibly sharp tentacles flooded his thoughts.

“THAT DOES IT-“ Leonardo roared, tackling his younger self, sending the arm clattering to the floor. He pressed Leo into the mat, able to pin him with just one hand. “I’ve had it up to HERE with your nonsense, Leo,” he spit, “I can take a good joke, believe me! I’m YOU, for crying out loud, but you DO. NOT. mess around with and joke about my arm. About everything I sacrificed, about what WE ALL sacrificed! About the last thing Don made for Raph, and the feeling of taking it back, and what I had to…to…” A droplet of wet fell onto his younger face. He was crying. The last time cried was…

He refocused his blurry eyes beneath him. His younger self lay shocked and speechless. He almost looked afraid. Leonardo pulled his arm away, releasing Leo and drawing into a seat on the floor, holding up his head with his hand. “…I’m sorry,” he managed, letting his eyes dry.

“I… no, don’t worry about it.” Leo said quietly, as he stood and gingerly picked up the large prosthetic. He walked it back to where his older self sat, and placed it by his side. “I didn’t realize it was… so important,” he continued, “I actually do think its really cool- but that seems kinda stupid now, huh.”

Leonardo sighed. “We’re both a little stupid, kid.” He said, jostling Leo’s head with his hand, “That’s something about us that doesn’t go away, trust me.” His younger self grinned, “oh darn, there goes my secret dream of overthrowing Donnie!” He said sarcastically, both of them unable to resist a joke even in the midst of an serious conversation.

“Well, some things never change, Lil Leo,” Leonardo said, as he re-attached his link to the past, readjusting its heavy weight. “Some things never change.” Leonardo stood and offered Leo a non-metal hand up. He took it.

“They sure don’t!” Leo smiled, “You hungry? Cause Mikey made way too much mac and cheese again.” Leonardo chuckled, “Of course he did.” A genuine, relaxed smile spread across Leonardo’s face for the first time in since they closed the portal door.

“Of course he did.”

End

It’s a LOT longer than I meant it to be and idk I think the pacing is a bit off, but I wrote and edited it in 3 hours as the sun rose so I can live with that. Let me know your thoughts!!

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[yourimagines]

Anger

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: swearing

- Summary: Nick was angry after he lost a fight

Y/N POV

Nick lost the fight by a decision again, they don’t like him, the fights he has, the jury, the ufc doesn’t like him. Now I was left with a angry Nick. I followed him around through the hallways to his locker room. People where following us, media, fans, just everyone. “Y/N, how does it feel to see you boyfriend Nick losing?” A guy asked while filming Nick, walking ahead of him. We both didn’t react at him, which he didn’t liked. “Come one, nobody stays that long with a loser.” He laughs at Nick. “Y/N you don’t have anything to say?” I just shook my head, not trying to give him anything to satisfy himself. “Nick you failed, not only in the ring but also in life.” The guy walked a little bit to close and Nick smacked at the camera. “Leave it out of my face.” He said while walking a bit quicker into his room. “Yeah run away Diaz.” Nick was already in his room. “Real gentleman here, leaving his girl behind!” The guy yelled as I walked in.

The door got closed immediately. “What a douche bag.” I said while sitting down. Nick paced around mumbling. “Don’t listen to them Nick, you did great tonight.” He packed his bags. “Your ready to go?” He asked, totally dodging the topic. “Yeah im ready.” He picked up his large bag and hung in around his shoulders. “Stay with me, don’t like these pricks yelling at you.” I stood up and walked up to him. “Let’s go then.” The team picked up the rest of the bags and opened the door. I stayed very close to Nick. His hand on my back guiding me where to go. “Nick, what’s gonna happens after this!” “Nick, how do you feel!” Were some of the questions people yelled at us. Then I saw the douche bag from earlier. “Is Nick finally realising you need to treat your girl as a gentleman.” People laughed but some of them yelled something back at the guy. “Y/N, when do you realise this guy is toxic.” He shoved the camera in our face. Nick pushed him back. “Don’t touch her.” He said while the guy walked a bit ahead of us. The car was already there. “Let’s get inside.” Someone from his team said. Nick helped me to get in first. Nick took of his bag and threw it inside the car. “Well maybe your girl is just a bitch.” Nick got angry. “What did you say?!” He tried to punch the guy but there were a lot of people standing in their way. “Nick go home and cry.” Nick pushed some people as his team tried to get him in the car. “I will beat your fucking ass!” He yelled at the guy as he got into the car. His team got in and the door closes. He sat down next to me. Wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Your okay?” I said carefully while i leaned closer to him. “Yeah, are you?” I just nodded at him and flashed him a small smile. The car ride to the hotel was crazy, they talked about the fight, about these crazy people, about everything.

We arrived at out hotel room. I walked in and jumped into the bed. Nick walked right into the bathroom. “Can I join you?” I asked. “Sure.” I jumped out of the bed and walked into the bathroom. He was already stripping out of his clothes. He was covered in blood, sweat and bruises. I take off my clothes and joined him in the shower. He started to relax as warm water was hitting his back. “Your not disappointed in me are you?” He asked while shampooing my hair. “No why would I be disappointed in you?” “Because i lost.” I turned around. “I’m never disappointed in you Nick, you where amazing back there, they just don’t want you to win.” He smiled at me. “The motherfucker got me doubting myself.” I started to laugh. “Nick please I will never leave you, so what he thinks your a loser, at least we’re together a loser.” “Sounds fun tho.” We both started to laugh and fool around in the shower.

I was already in bed when Nick joined me. “Let’s get some sleep and start all over tomorrow for your new upcoming fight.” He crawled under the blankets and pulled me close to him. “You know I’m so blessed to have you in my life.” “Nick, your not the only one who’s blessed.” As I planted some kisses around his shoulders. “Just don’t leave.” “Never.” I rested my head against his bruised chest. “I love you Nick.” “I love you to baby.”

#x reader #imagines #imagine #ufc x reader #nick diaz imagine #nick diaz x reader #y/n x character

[kpopandmusicpassion]

Hybrids were thought of as myths just science fiction. But there were hybrids. Pregnant women were kidnapped and they were injected with many serems and their children were born with animal features and instincts. They were abused and experimented on. The hybrids revolted and made groups or packs as they preferred to call them. They escaped, killed the scientists and anyone involved with their torture, and burned the facility to the ground leaving no trace of themselves behind.

ATEEZ was such a group. You had Yunho, a wolf hybrid. Mingi, a fox hybrid. Jongho, a bear hybrid. San, a cougar hybrid. Seongwha, a coyote hybrid. Hongjoong, a dragon hybrid. Wooyoung, a cheetah hybrid. and last Yeosang, a panther hybrid. They made their home in an abandoned castle. Many people had gone there and thought it was haunted or there were vampires or cannibals or werewolves lurking about.

A young woman named Arielle heard all these stories and was curious. But, the castle was long since abandoned and she had already traveled so far to explore the castle. She figured it was animals like maybe raccoons or foxes. When she learned what was actually their she was amazed.

Yeosang was the first to smell her. He raced towards her in panther form. He hid watching her. She was taking pictures of the castle. She was intrigued by how well kept everything was and there was proof of something living in the castle. She was a beauty and she had the loveliest scent. He growled intoxicated by her.

She spun around in surprise and was even more surprised when she saw a huge panther slowly cautiously stalking towards her. She held her breath knowing she couldn't out run such an animal.

As soon as the animal reached her it turned into an extremely handsome young man with cat ears, cat eyes, and a tail. Suddenly, the hybrid was nibbling on her neck before he bit down making Arielle let out a startled gasp.

He licked the mark soothing it as he nuzzled the crook of her neck.

"Mine." He rumbled as he heard his packmates coming towards them. She watched as the other animals all changed into attractive young men. She was stunned. Actual hybrids? Amazing! But, she was confused. Especially since the panther bit her and apparently claimed her?

"Have you even spoke to her?" A cougar hybrid asked looking exasperated by his packmate.

"Do you even know her name? Or did you like her smell and claim her?" The small dragon hybrid asked, rubbing his temple in frustration. The panther growled at them as he pulled away turning to glare at his packmates. Arielle put her camera in her bag watching the hybrids in confusion. The fox hybrid snuck up behind the panther and grabbed her taking her to where they were out of the pack's sight.

"Can you tell me what happened?" The fox asked.

"Yeah...sure. I had already traveled a long way to see this place before I heard the rumors. I guess now I know why they think vampires or wolves live here. I was taking pictures when I heard a growl. I turned around and there was a giant panther coming my way. And since I knew I couldn't out run a panther I stayed there. When the panther got to me he shifted bit me and called me his. That's when you showed up." She said.

He smiled at her sheepishly.

"He gave you the mating bite. So you are kinda stuck with him and the pack. Since he's claimed you he's never going to let you leave. So, I suppose an introduction is in order. Hi, I'm Mingi."

"Okay. That's a lot to take in and very unexpected. Hi, Mingi. I'm Arielle." She said not sure what to think about what she just learned. 'I suppose it could be worst than being claimed by a panther hybrid.'

The next thing she knew she had strong arms around her waist as a growl rumbled in his chest at the fox.

Mingi held his hands up in defeat.

"We were just talking, Yeosang. I explained to her what your claim means and she told me what happened."

"I couldn't help it. Her smell is amazing and my instincts demanded me to make her mine before one of you could." The newly dubbed Yeosang said.

"Are scents that important to hybrids?" Arielle asked looking up at Yeosang as the rest of his pack arrived after their own talk. He looked down at her a soft look in his eyes none of his pack has ever seen before.

"Yes. Very important. It lets us know when danger is nearby and we can smell when someone has bad intentions. It also helps us find a suitable mate. I never got your name, Princess."

"Oh. So you can literally smell evil. Cool! I'm Arielle." She responded.

"You sure are taking this well considering your stuck with us." The wolf said wondering why she seemed so calm.

#hybrid ateez #ateez x oc

[alpha-kid-au]

Chapter eleven, WIKI.

In William's dimension, William was packing a bag, as he prepared to go somewhere.

"Alright, make sure nothing happens, and- oh! you can take all of these files, the files contain remote lessons for while I'm gone, I'll pop in every once in a while, but I've gotta go alright!" William explained, while packing his bag.

"Wait, I still don't even know where you're going, what if multiverse attacks? I can't handle that…" G said, as William patted him on his shoulder,

"Look, kid. I'm always watching over you anyways, nothing bad can ever really happen to you, right?" William reassured. "Now that you can protect the city, I thought I'd go on a little trip. See the sights, I haven't gotten out for a long time, well, on my own at least." He finished.

"Alright I guess, but why now? Why when Multiverse shows up and starts causing problems do you decide to just leave!" G asked, as he stepped closer.

"Listen, kid, everything's alright. It'll be a… blink and you'd miss it! Like it never happened." William replied as he gave him a hug.

"Welp, alright. Bye!" He continued, as he flew away into the distance.

In Multiverse's lair, he was planning on how to prepare for his grand return. He frequently went into a private chamber to commune with his 'friend' to devise a plan.

He came out to speak with the commanders, as he gathered their attention, "I need one of you to find me a special file, apparently it has been entrusted to the Wiki for its protection." He explained.

"The Wiki, you say? I've heard of that place, and I didn't know if it was real… but if any of us could find a way in, it would most likely be me." MV!Sans suggested. "I shall retrieve the item for you my liege." He continued, as he began thinking of a way there.

G was walking home, and as he walked, he sat down on a log.

"What should I do? Where did William go? What if…" he said to himself, as he looked around.

"What happened… I used to be clumsily bouncing through life like a normal monster… then…" he continued as he grabbed his strings.

"Heh, I don't need to think about that." He finished as he put them back.

However, he heard "Maybe the area is around here…" as he heard a monster walk nearby.

"W-who the-" he thought as he looked towards the voice, and as he did, he saw MV!Sans, walking around with a device on his back.

"What is HE doing here? Isn't he one of Multiverse's henchmen?" G thought, as he crouched down.

"Ugh, this damn thing is so heavy… i wish I could make it lighter in the time I had…" MV!Sans stated, as he walked around.

He put a device up to his eye, saying "There it is! He said I'd probably have one shot, so if I fail here…" he continued as he paused.

"I can't. No matter what." He finished, as he opened a device. "The way in is very temporary, so I've gotta open it now." He said, as he opened a box, pulling out a small item.

As he did, a portal appeared In Front of him, as he jumped into it.

"This can't be good…" G thought, as he snuck in after him.

As he stepped in, he saw a large library in colors of blacks and orange, filled to the brim with knowledge of the multiverse.

"Where… where is this?" G thought, as he walked through, down a hall. but as he did he saw another library room, not the same, but at the same time, it was.

"Where is he…" G thought, but as he looked behind himself, the door was gone.

"What the?" He gasped, as he walked around more.

He walked through a long hallway, into yet another library, where he saw MV!Sans, picking something up.

"You! What are you doing here?!? Where is here!?!" G asked as MV!Sans turned around with a horrified look on his face.

"H-how are you here?!? The portal's gonna close soon… you…" MV!Sans responded, as his expression became even more grim, "you don't have a jammer… IT'LL find us… no, it'll find YOU." he continued, as he appeared to have run through a wall.

"How the?!?" G yelled, as he ran after him. But as he walked into a long hallway, the exit disappeared.

As he turned back, the entrance was gone too.

In that moment, he had the feeling there was someone else with him.

He saw a single file on the ground. And as he opened it, it showed a strange creature. Something that appears to be a skeleton, perpetually backlit by a haunting orange glow. A guardian of the WIKI, Who protects it from any who'd try to view it.

The file disappeared, and as it did G turned around and saw a small flower, backlit by orange.

"Wha- who are you..?" G asked, worried.

As he did, the flower didn't respond for a bit, before whispering in G's voice, "he's right behind me isn't he?"

But as G turned around he saw nothing.

As he turned to face the flower, it was gone. and in its place was a skeleton.

"..."

It said nothing for a moment, as a cold silence creeped over the room.

"..."

It just opened its eyes to look at him. Peering, soullessly at G

"...you're not from around here…" it said, as whispers were heard throughout the hall.

"N-...no?" G answered, confusedly.

The creature giggled, a glitchy, echoey giggle. "I have a saying I repeat a lot. Do you wanna hear it?" It asked, as it leaned it's head.

"... Sure" G replied

"Alright then…" it said, as it smiled, revealing a large set of terrifying teeth, shark-like in form. And continued, "do you think even the worst person… can CCCCCCCHANGE?" It echoed, as its face distorted, and it summoned two large blasters, and fired at G.

G dodged, jumping at the ceiling. As he did, the room appeared to shift its orientation, as it stayed on what was now the ceiling, peering back at him.

"What was that?!?" He asked as bones began bursting out of the ground towards him. He jumped backwards to a wall, as he pushed off, and jumped over the bones.

While he was in midair, the room shifted back to normal, as it moved onto the roof.

G saw a doorway, but as he ran through it, he fell into another library that was tilted on its side.

G fell through from one door to the other, as he now flew up into a sideways hall.

He grabbed the walls with his strings, and launched himself up, but the room flipped.

He then fell through a long hallway covered in nightmarish faces, as whispery echoes call throughout the room.

G narrowly avoided gaster blasters and spears with his strings, but as he did, he fell into an infinite void, with it standing at a far side.

As it looked up, an impossible number of pellets appeared around him.

G surrounded himself with bones, trying to find a way out, as the floor beneath him turned into a doorway into a much larger, seemingly infinite library, with all of the files moving around wildly.

He landed into a long hallway, and ran as fast as he could, the light behind him being silenced by a mass of entities crawling after him.

"You are an inconsequential error. You do not belong here. I must remove you now." It said, as the floor began moving backwards like a treadmill.

He jumped, grabbing the walls and flinging himself forward.

"Think, think, think. How do we get out of here?" G thought, as he remembered one of his powers may be of use. "Of course!" He thought, as he used his ability to view code.

Most of it was strangely eerie, like eyes watching him from all angles, but some of it. Some of it near the end seemed vulnerable.

He moved as fast as he could, struggling to gain any grip, as now the whole room was going backwards towards the mass.

He was just about to reach the vulnerability, striking it with his strings, and grabbing something outside.

But as he did, the mass grabbed his leg, pulling him back.

"I'm so close!!!" G thought, as he tried to escape.

The mass was up to his waist as G used a burst of magic to erase most of what was around him, though it seemed to just push it away.

He pulled himself quickly through the portal, as he turned around to see faces pushing against the portal, nearly pushing into the mortal world, as they all reformed into Wiki, its smile closed again, so only its eyes were visible.

it tilted its head, confused, as G heard whispers say "removed?" As it chuckled, saying "sorry, pal. Wish you could hang out, but it's my job. I'll be seeing ya', bud." As the portal slammed shut.

It was only then G realized his sandals got stuck on the other side, although these were the least of his concerns.

"What could MV!Sans want from there? What was… that." He asked as he stood up and walked shakily home.

MV!Sans met back up with Multiverse, as he gave him the file.

"My liege, I have the file you requested but… the boy, Glitch. He followed me to the wiki. I have no clue if he even could have escaped that, but if he did, he may know that we're planning something" he explained, as he kneeled before him.

"Hmm. How troubling. Never the matter. It's time to continue our plans. Take rest, Sans." Multiverse responded, as he went to his room.

"Now, friend. What is the file for?" Multiverse asked, as the fog seeped into the now empty room.

"That file is a blueprint. For something assured to bring you all the power you need. You just need a few more ingredients." It responded, as a shadow appeared on the wall.

"The next, is an item currently held within this. Museum." It continued, as roughly eight maps rolled into the room.

"Are these the locations of what we need?" Multiverse asked, as he picked them up.

"Yes. I will tell you what order you should retrieve the items in." It finished as it disappeared.

#lmk au #undertale au #alpha kid #story #glitch sans #multiverse puppet trio #king multiverse sans #alpha kid chapter eleven #alpha kid book two #error 404 sans

[little-fics]

Curiosity Killed the Cat

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Request summary: you are not happy about your daddies new way of keeping track of you, but maybe you could warm up to the idea of it

Warnings: Age regression; pacifier mention; sort of leashes but its like a baby leash connected to a backpack; baby has hurt feelings; I could have missed something so please read at your own risk.

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: I really hope you like it nonnie, I really enjoyed writing it. love you buggy boos <3

You wanted to look at everything not matter where you went with your daddies. At the park it was every dog, every leaf. At the store it was every fluffy thing you could find, every piece of candy or toy. If you saw something you wanted to look at, you were gone. Steve and Bucky had discussed their options after the fifth time you'd run off from them. It wasn't that they didn't want you to look, but you're their baby and you needed one of your daddies to go with you. The problem with that? You forgot in your excitement; a lot.

That's how you've found yourself in this predicament.

You were ready to go to the zoo, tattered thigh jean shorts and a pretty tie-dye shirt with SpongeBob's crew with cute purple shoes. You were bouncing on your heels at the door, waiting impatiently on your daddies. You know better than to go out the door and wait for them by the car, so you're whining, rushing your daddies.

"Papaaaa, it's time to go! We not gonna get to see eb'ryfin'!" Steve came rounding the corner, Bucky trailing right behind him with a lavender backpack in his hand that seemed a little full. Steve picked you up, balancing you on his hip, "We're almost ready little one," he wiggled his finger on your tummy, "we just want to show you something before we go." Bucky held the backpack up, smiling innocently.

It was so cute, it was a shade lighter than your shoes to match perfectly. It was plain, other than the pins and small keychain fidget toys your daddies had surely put on. He opened it up and it had a coloring book, a pack of colored pencils, your favorite pacifier and Lincoln the Ram, the oldest stuffie you had. You reached for the ram, and when you'd pulled him out you saw a bag of candy. Bucky laughed when your eyes lit up, "No baby, that's for today, you can have some later." You jutted your lip out and he shook his head, "Nice try, but puppy dog eyes only work on papa."

When you accepted that, Steve spoke up, "This is a special backpack sweetness." Your brows furrowed as you looked at it, not seeing anything about it. Bucky pulled out a stretchy cord that ended in a scrunchy like bracelet. "When you put this backpack on, daddy or papa will put this on." He slid it on his wrist and tugged at the cord close to his wrist, "So you can't go wondering off like you always do." You whined loudly, "Won' run off!" Your face in Steve's neck, letting out another loud whine.

“Oh silly baby,” Steve kissed your hair, “it’s okay, you’re not in trouble for being curious, we’re just trying to protect our kitty.” You let out a heavy groan, “No, don’ wanna wear it.” You clutched to Lincoln, your chin wobbling on edge of tears. “Dollie,” Bucky said softly, stepping forwards to rub your back, “it’s dangerous when you run away from us, you forget in the pretty head to tell your daddies where you’re going and we can’t find you.” You let out a long groan in protest and stayed in the crook of Steve’s neck, Bucky’s hand still on your back, “We can stay home instead of going and seeing all the animals, would you like that better?” Your head rose and you shook your head at him, “No daddy, I’ll wear it.” Bucky felt a strain on his heart when he saw the way your pout still rested on your face. “You won’t hardly notice it baby,” he kissed your nose, “not with all the pretty animals we’re gonna see.”

When you got to the zoo, Bucky unbuckled you in the back. You always sat in the middle because that’s where you were most protected, so he had to drag you out of the car a bit. “Okay baby,” he held the backpack up, “put ‘em in there.” You just stared at him a minute, “What if I pinky p’omise to be good?” He shakes his head, “Baby, you already are good. You agreed to wear it to be safe, we can’t go in if you’re not going to be safe.”

You huffed and put your arms in it, the band already around Bucky’s wrist. “Good girl, now listen to me baby, you gotta keep your backpack on, it can’t come off or it defeats the whole purpose.” You nodded deftly, body now trained on bouncing towards the gate. As you got around more people, Steve grabbed your shoulder and bent down to your face. “Did you hear daddy baby? That backpack doesn’t come off until we are back in this parking lot or you're in one of our arms, understood?” You nodded and Steve raises his eyebrows, “Yes papa, I understand.” He rubs your cheek with his thumb before giving you a quick kiss, standing back up.

It had worked remarkably well, you’d gotten distracted by all the animals as suspected. You were pulling Bucky around everywhere, and of course with Bucky came Steve. You pulled them to the lions rather quickly, jumping up and down, changing positions all over the outside of the enclosure to see them. “Daddy!” You ran to near the end of the enclosure, stopped dead in your tracks by the leash.

Bucky chuckled, but to you it was no laughing matter. “Wha’ you doin?” You pulled on him, shaking your bag roughly, “Baby, slow down okay, we’ve got plenty of time to look at the lions.” You made an angry face at him and continued to pull at the leash, “Come on! Wanna walk wif it!” You stomped your feet until he finally caught up with you. “Dis’ is why I always look wifout you, you too slow.” Bucky ignores your comment, mainly because you grab his hand and intertwined your fingers with his, shaking his arm and pointing at the big cat, “Take it home wif us?” Steve, who stood behind you, laughed in shock, “That’s a no from me bug, come on, let’s go see what’s next.”

With his recommendation you remember that there are so many more animals at the zoo. You squeak out a high pitched okay and take off skipping. Your long legged daddies had no problem keeping up throughout the next few hours, but then you had to potty. Truth be told, you were tired of looking at the giraffes anyway.

You glanced up to your daddy, who's whispering something in Steve's ear and laughing. You tug on him, and he turns toward you, "Gotta go potty." He smiled, nodding his head, "Of course bug, thank you for telling us without trying to run off." You grumbled and started walking to the bathroom, keeping the leash taught the entire time. You started to shrug off your backpack, irritation creeping up your spine before stopping.

You turned around to Steve and Bucky, a frown plastered on your face. You waited until they were dead in front of you, you slid off the backpack and pushed it roughly into their chest, stomping away to the bathroom. Both of them stared at each other for a moment, Steve commenting lowly, "Awfully grumpy." Bucky's mind swirled, you're not one to be outrageously bratty, so when you came back out, he knelt down and grabbed your hand.

"What's going on my buggy boo? Is something bothering you? You not feeling good?" You shrugged, pulling your hand back and taking the backpack with a wobbling lip. He made a clicking noise, smiling and took the backpack from you. "How about papa wears the backpack and I'll carry you, it's about time for lunch anyway, right?" You seem to instantly relax and let Bucky balance you on his hip, kissing your cheeks.

Steve slipped on the backpack, an odd and tight fit on his body but with the straps completely loosened, it had a millimeter of wiggle room. He starts to lead the way and Bucky whistles sharply at him. Steve turns around with raised eyebrows, but Bucky is looking at you with a 'can-you-believe-him' look.

Bucky turns to Steve, grabbing the bracelet part of the backpack and sliding it on your wrist, "You can't go running off either," Bucky looks down to you, giggling into his shoulder, "isn't that right sweetness?" You nod, looking up to Steve, shaking your wrist, "Papa we gots tuh know you safe!" Steve immediately catches on to what Bucky's doing, and smacks his forehead playfully, "How silly of me, huh dovey?" You pointedly nod, a smug look on your face, "Uh-huh, now nommies please!"

You're in a much better mood being carried by your daddy, shaking the leash playfully at Steve when you sit down at the table. He slid the backpack off of his back, laying it down on the table. "I thought maybe you'd like a dum dum while we wait on Daddy to come back?" Steve was bouncing you on his knee, already popping the sucker into your mouth. You laid your head on his shoulder, your eyes fluttering closed while enjoying the sweet lemon in your mouth, too asleep to notice it disappearing from your mouth.

Bucky sits down with Steve, smiling at your tired form, "I told you she'd tucker herself out and we wouldn't be able to get through the whole zoo today." Steve scoffed, "You act as if she's going to be willing to leave." Bucky kissed Steve softly before planting kisses all over your face, rousing you from sleep.

As much as you don't want to be grumpy, you can't help but frowning at Bucky. He just kisses your nose and tilts his head towards the food at the table. Your eyes land on the chicken strips first and your whole body bounces at sight of the large slushy on the table. "I-Buh-'S mine?" Bucky laughs at your apprehension to breaking the rules, don't have too much sugar. "Of course baby, we thought you'd like something sweet, like yourself."

When you are done eating lunch, Bucky tries to help you put your backpack on, but you run away from him, around the table. "Nuh-uh," you cross your arms over your chest and look to Steve with puppy eyes. "Baby," he starts, coming over to you, sitting on the metal seat, "what's going on? Don't you like your new backpack?" Your bottom lip wiggles again, tears in your eyes, "'S ugly." Steve looks shocked, "Honey, you love purple, what's really going on?"

That's when the damn broke, tears falling from your face and broken sobs coming out. Steve's holding his arms around you, and Bucky's found his way to rub your back. "Shhh, dove, tell papa what's got your head going so fast." You're hiccuping, letting out broken coughs with small gags, unable to form coherent words. Bucky grabs your chin, holding your straw to your lips, "Here baby, take a drink of your slushy." Somehow you listen to him, sugar is always a good bribe for you.

"Dollie," Bucky pulls you onto his lap, "what's wrong?" His eyebrows are raised, forehead against yours, noses almost touching. He's waiting for you to regain a normal breath to press harder. He doesn't get the chance, because you start talking before he can ask again. "J-jus- 'nother reason tuh ignore me."

Bucky's heart breaks, Steve's expression matching the hurt Bucky feels deep inside him. "What on earth are you talking about honey?" Your eyes start to tear up again and Bucky scolds you gently, "No, no more of that you hear me?" You nod and let Bucky wipe away one of your stray tears. "Honey, we bought the backpack because we were so worried, not so we could ignore you. You run around and poke at everything, you forget to tell your daddies what you're doing and it scares us. You understand baby?" You shrugged and Bucky sighed, kissing your cheek. He's about to say something else when Steve picks you up from Bucky's lap.

"Bucky, put the backpack on, let's go," he's gentle about it, but you're still upset. "No! Wanna see more pets!" Steve tries to lightheartedly chuckle, but it comes out dry, "Oh dove, we're not leaving the zoo, we're just moving on." When Bucky has the backpack on he puts the leash on your wrist, just as it was when Steve wore it.

Steve catches you shaking the band around your arm, and a lightbulb goes off in his head. "You see baby?" Steve starts, and you're confused, so he continues, "You're constantly playing with it, that means your eyes are on daddy at all times." You furrow your brows, a pout still resting on your face. "Go on Bucky," Steve nods in an opposite direction, and Bucky starts walking. When the leash reaches the end of its rope, your arm is pulled until Bucky turns around to face you.

You're hesitant, eyes flickering between Steve and Bucky, "No forgettin' me?" You're looking up into Steve's eyes, swimming with love, "Dove, you're everything on our mind every second of every day. We got it so if anything happened, anyone tried talking to me or Bucky, or we argued over dark or milk chocolate, we'd never be too distracted for you." You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, cuddling closely to him.

You can feel the leash pulling on you, and it takes your attention away from Steve. Steve doesn't move his feet though, Bucky playfully moving side to side to pull at the cord around your wrist. "Papa, daddy's tryin' to run off!" You could hear Bucky laugh as Steve caught up to you. "Whatdya say we get some of that ice cream you love so much Dollie, before we go see the rest of the animals?"

You beam at Bucky, a genuine smile crossing your face that lights up your eyes. "Dippin' Dots!" You shake and dance in Steve's arms, "Lemmee down, lemme down! Dippin' Dots! Dippin' Dots! Dippin Dots!" Steve lets your feet hit the ground, and you pout a little, glancing to the backpack. Steve seems to pick up on your hesitation, "How about daddy wears the backpack, you wear the bracelet and hold my hand? That way everyone is kept together and safe?"

You happily take his hand, all wariness thrown to the wind when you started skipping. "Dollie," Bucky stops, making you and Steve stop in place. He looks stern for a minute, but then breaks into a laughing fit, pointing to the righthand turn at the intersection. "You were so excited," he kept laughing, moving you to see the stand with many balloons and a sign that says 'Dippin' Dots', "that you ran right by it!"

You take off running, Bucky and Steve quick to follow. They didn't bother trying to gently reprimand you, they didn't care if you were excited and couldn't contain yourself. In fact, they loved it, as much as they needed a way to keep track of you with the leash, they wanted a way to make sure they never miss your bubbling excitement.

When you've made it to the stand, you are tugging on Steve. He looks down to you, watching your eyes flicker to the balloons. He smiles at you, adding your favorite color balloon to the order. Once you'd all sat on a bench, he starts to tie the balloon around your free wrist but you jerk away. "Daddy," you turn to Bucky, "we switch." You starting pulling the backpack off Bucky without waiting for a response, causing him to struggle to shuffle around his dippin' dots while laughing at you.

You've safely switched who holds what, now chowing on your dippin' dots in your hand and a y/f/c balloon on your wrist. You're starting to think the backpack isn't so bad, maybe you can convince them to buy you more of the things you want if they see you so excited over them.

Or you could always pout about the backpack and get what you wanted any ways.

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subby Jamie fluffy (Smut?) where he wakes up in the middle of the night and sucks on the readers titties to drink from her tits because she's lactating after giving birth to their daughter. I don't know if this makes sense but I hope it does!

Lactation Kink || James Potter

A/N: I'm not even sure if I should include "kink" but I will admit that there are some very smutty overtones so read at your own discretion. I tweaked the request a little bit in terms of the circumstances but the bones are still there. I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: lactation kink, light sub!James and Dom!reader, not much I don't think, all acts are completely consensual and if they needed a safe word they'd have one

Word Count: 1851

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were life savers. They could only watch their two closest friends creep closer and closer to death for so long before doing something about it.

After giving birth to a beautiful baby boy seven months ago you and James had come to understand a new definition of the word exhaustion. You were absolutely enamoured with your baby boy, James the same way if not worse, always keeping him cradled in his arms, Harry’s little head nestled into the crook of James’ arm.

Regardless, there is no amount of parental love to counteract the complete lack of sleep the two of you have endured. “Sleep when the baby sleeps” they all say, it's excellent in theory if only the baby would actually sleep.

No, instead you and James were subject to months of newborn induced insomnia,

You’d barely understood what Remus and Sirius were saying when they offered to watch your son for a few days, give you and James some time alone. Even though every part of your being screamed for you to take them up on their offer there was that small, annoyingly persistent, voice in the back of your head. The voice of maternal guilt.

Your friends wouldn’t hear any of your arguments, listening as you insisted that Harry was still far too young for you to leave him, you could barely stand a few hours, how were you supposed to survive days?

Despite your insistence that it was far too early to leave Harry with his godfathers for an extended weekend when the following Thursday rolled around you and James were rather unceremoniously kicked out of your own house, told that reservations had been made for you at an expensive spa and resort and that you were not to return home until the following Monday.

They’d even packed your bags for you.

You and James had successfully made it through the first night away from your baby, your quality of your sleep however was not up to par as you tossed and turned, worrying about the little boy you’d left at home.

Even cuddled up to Jamie’s chest your sleep was more like a light sheet over your consciousness giving you a shallow, unsatisfactory, reprieve.

What you needed was for sleep to hit you over the head with a baseball bat, knock you unconscious for hours and give your body time to recover.

After a long, exhausting day of taking advantage of the resort's numerous spa treatments, your wish of deep, meaningful sleep seemed as though it might actually just come true.

Minutes after laying your head down on the pillow, James slipping into bed behind you, you were out cold. Pulling you closer so that he could bury his face in the crook of your neck James was close behind you.

Finally, sleep.

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Your tits hurt, they fucking hurt. You were finally getting some quality sleep but the discomfort in your chest became intolerable and you were lulled back into a dreaded state of consciousness.

You’d been so ready for sleep and the peace that it would bring that you’d forgotten to pump your milk before getting into bed. You find yourself regretting that decision now, you shift slightly in James’ hold, just as tight as it had been when you’d fallen asleep. The clock on the bedside table reads three in the morning.

Fuck me, you think, your thoughts still blurry from sleep, carrying a weight in your temples that lures your head back down to the pillow as you fall back into your spot in James’ arms. You’re going to have to get up eventually, that much you understand, but the prospect of getting up and finding the pump, hooking it up, then actually sitting there while you pump sounds nothing short of absolutely dreadful.

You can only lay there for so long, on your back so as not to apply any pressure to your breasts, staring up at the ceiling before your tits go from hurting to feeling like they’re about to explode.

Eventually you’re forced to begin to fuss in James’ arms, trying to find the seal that will let you get up hopefully without waking your husband.

Even asleep James’ grip is insistent, he’s like quick sand, the more you try to maneuver your way out of his arms the tighter his hold gets, the closer he pulls you to him.

“Jamie, you gotta let go,” You murmur, hoping to appeal to the half asleep man.

“Where you going, angel?” His voice is the crashing of a wave against the shore in your ears, low, rumbling, calming. That voice alone is enough to have you considering just climbing back into bed with him, exploding tits be damned.

“Forgot to pump Jamie, m’tits feel like they’re ready to explode.”

He flickers his eyes open, worry etched into his irises, already blanketed in sleep, “Hurting?” Raising his head his eyes drop to your tits, like maybe he’ll be able to see your affliction.

“A little bit,” You nod, your hands combing through his unruly curls before making another attempt to rise from the mattress, “Gonna pump and then I’ll feel all better. I’ll be quick.”

“No,” He whines, god you miss the sound of his whine. His arms are like steel as he pulls you firmly back onto the bed, “M’thirsty anyways.”

Confusion heightens in you before James turns you so you’re fully on your back before slipping under your arm, resting his head on your chest.

Nimble fingers find the neckline of the silk camisole you’d found in the luggage Remus and Sirius had packed for you, sons of bitches also packed every single pair of lacy panties you own.

With little difficulty he slips the thin strap down your shoulder allowing him to tuck the soft material of the top under your breast.

“Miss my girls,” He whispers as he bares your breasts, they’re swollen with milk but the way he’s looking at you you’d think they were something far more precious.

“I’ll be gentle,” His promise comes just as he latches onto your pert nipple, carefully guarding his teeth with his lips, the last thing he would wanna do is hurt you.

It bears little resemblance to the way he used to suck your tits, fervently like they were the only things keeping him grounded, sometimes they had been. Now he proceeds with a new sense of caution but that doesn’t mean it’s any less pleasurable.

“Jamesie, ‘s for Harry, you can’t drink the baby’s milk,” You regrettably push him off your tit, he looks anything but pleased.

“They were mine first,” He whines, throwing you a dirty glance that falls completely flat given the immense adoration that lies just behind it, “And I told you (Y/N), ‘m thirsty, want your milk. Wanna make you feel good.”

Giving you his most convincing puppy dog eyes he leans back in, he latches on efficiently and sucking with an increased vigor you feel a feeling of fullness swell in your breast as your nipple tingles. It’s a feeling you’ve gotten used to but so rarely has it ever turned you on as when James is the cause of it.

He hums in satisfaction as the warm milk seeps into his mouth, it encourages him in his efforts causing him to latch on tighter. A little too tight.

“Easy there baby,” You hiss, “M’tits are sensitive.”’

He complies immediately, loosening his lips around your nipple the sensation becomes pleasurable once more. The pleasure helps distract from the discomfort which, at least in the tit James it latched onto, seems to be dwindling. The other breast is left aching until you feel a similar sensation coming from your nipple.

“You’re leaking.”

Casting your eyes downward you see that he’s right, you’re leaking slightly out of your unattended nipple. It's not unusual for it to happen but usually you just brush it away with a warm washcloth, not wanting to have a sticky mess on your chest.

Carefully, he brushes the pad of his thumb over the over sensitive bud.

“Can’t let it go to waste,” He brings his thumb to his mouth to suck it clean, the visual is almost enough to make your head spin.

You can’t remember the last time you saw James subby, ever since you’ve had Harry it's been sleepy handjobs and once you fully recovered, him pushing you up anywhere he could and taking you right there. It’s like parenthood awoke something far more dominant inside of him but as he latches back onto your tit you’re reminded how beautiful he is when he submits to you.

You wrap your arms around his neck, letting your fingers dance along the nape of his neck as you feel yourself unwinding with every second he sucks at your tit, bringing you relief.

“You full yet?”

He gently lets your tit slide from his mouth before responding, “Does it still hurt?”

The genuine concern in his voice has butterflies erupting in your stomach, you learned a long time ago just how sweet and caring James is but sometimes it hits you harder than you were expecting and you’re left feeling just as giddy as you did in the beginning of your relationship.

James seems to have sucked you dry, or at least to a point where your tit no longer burns with the feeling of an impending explosion.

“No s’all better baby, did such a good job,” You guide his face up towards yours, “Got a little milk on your lips,” You lean in, kissing the milk off his swollen lips.

It’s sweeter than you expected but maybe everything was sweeter coming off his lips.

You take your time admiring his face, hazel eyes that look a little more brown than they did yesterday, lips an impossible pink. Thick, long lashes you remember envying for as long as you’ve known each other cast their shadows along his cheekbones. He’s perfect.

You run the pad of your thumb along his bottom lip before letting him suck it into his mouth, when he couldn’t get to your tits sucking on your fingers always used to help James calm down. For the life of you you can’t remember the last time he’d sucked on your fingers. If it’d been in the last seven months you’d probably just been too tired to remember.

Letting your digit slide from his mouth James hauls himself over you, careful not to brush against your breasts, to lay on your other side. He moves with a surprising grace considering just minutes ago he’d been in the throws of sleep, you’d forgotten how well he moved.

“Other one now,” He murmurs, eyes glued to your tit as his hands move to cup it, giving him better access to your nipple.

“You sure baby? I can just pump this one and you can go back to bed, s’okay.”

“No,” His brows furrow with his empathic response, if he wasn’t already on top of you you’re sure he’d pull you closer in fear that you might escape, “Mine.”

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