#ok i messed around with this colouring for like an hour

[ctubbolore]

OOOIGUHHH COUGH SYRUP I MISS YOUUU. last year i got sick and spent 3 days working on a drawing and I really want to post the full thing it but it's like. there's things I like about it and things I reeeeeaalllyyy don't like about it so.

#berro.rambles #berro.doodles #maybe ill find some time to redraw it but im not certain ill like it #we dont talk about that camera ok? #also the piano keys- i found them really difficult to draw. ended up taking me several hours ans 10 different reference images #and id already drawn and coloured the hands so it was too late to fix it and i drew the keys around it #idk a whole mess. im bad at planning literally Anything out #probably to be deleted

[mncxbe]

I believe Ur requests are open rn, so can I request bad men (pls include jouno I'm so down bad for him rn 😭) taking Ur V card? How would they act, etc yk?

Anyhow, Ur writing is beautiful and I wish you a good day/night 🤍

tysm anon^^ you're really sweet and yes ofc I can write for that. hope you like it♡♡

also the way I resisted including my fav dilfs I cannot. internal battle fr

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First time♡

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒚𝒂, 𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒐, 𝑻𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut♡/ itty bitty fluff

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

bro does not go easy on you just because it's your first time

he will be gentle at first until you get used to his size and all but after that he'll edge and overstimulate you until you're a babbling mess under him♡

wants to be on top so he can see your pretty face

doesn't really care about the whole making the first time special. every time should be equally special^^ so don't expect anything too fancy

for aftercare you cuddle

"Shit baby. Look at you taking me so well" he praised, leaning in to place a chaste kiss on your tear stained cheeks.

It's only been half an hour since the two of you got in bed but your boyfriend had you cumming countless times already. Legs wrapped loosely around his waist, your glossy eyes rolled back in your skull as you pleaded him to stop.

But how could he stop when you were chanting his name like a prayer with each of his thrusts?

A heartfelt chuckle rolled past his lips as his thumb pressed on your aching clit, rubbing gentle circles on it.

"What was that bella? Want me to stop? Can't have that until you cum one more time. You can do it f'me yea?" he cooed, smiling down at you.

You only nodded in response, too fucked out to form a coherent thought. And so your sweet boyfriend kept rolling his hips against yours, reaching your sweetest spots until your high washed over you again; leaving you panting softly.

When he eventually pulled out, Dazai rolled to the side and slid his arms around you, pulling you flush against his frame. The sheets were damped by your sweat, cold against your skin.

"Was it good bella? Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

You sighed deeply, feeling your breath slowly return to its normal rhythm.

"If I liked it? God damn you Osamu it was amazing" you smiled, kissing his damp forehead. "I love you"

"I love you too baby" he whispered softly, smiling contently. Not long after you both fell asleep, relishing each other's embrace.

𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒚𝒂

he's so gentle and caring

puts his whole chuyussy into it; there will be scented candles, silky sheets and he probably buys you a fancy lingerie set

takes his time with you with foreplay and when you actually do it he's so tender. holds your hand. constantly asks if you're ok

he does not stop until you cum at least twice

"Good girl. You're taking me so well baby"

for aftercare you either take a warm bath together or share a glass of wine while you debrief the sex; what you like and dislike and what he should do different next time

overall an amazing experience

The sweet, syrupy scent of the candles placed on the nightstand lulled you into a blissed out state. Your gaze was hazy as you took in the imagine of your boyfriend underneath you, ruby coloured locks standing out against the pearly white sheets.

Chuya's thumb gently caressed yours as he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"You feeling good princess?" he hummed, watercolour gaze carefully observing your expressions.

You rolled your hips against his at a steady pace, meeting his thrusts; and nodded, a sultry smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

At first your boyfriend wasn't too keen on letting you be on top. After all, it was your special night. Why would you have to work for it? But after coaxing two orgasms out of you he finally agreed and helped you straddle him before burying his cock deep inside you again.

As for now you were chasing your high again, manicured nails softly grazing the skin of his chest as you let your head fall back and mewled so sweetly for him.

"Chuu..." you began, struggling to keep your pace but failing miserably. Chuya's free hand came to rest on your hip, guiding your movements.

"That's it baby you can do it. Just a bit more ok?" he groaned and squeezed your hip.

After you both came and you stumbled off him, laying on the damp sheets beneath, Chuya let out a mellow laughter.

"You did so good baby. Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yea, I did. And you?"

"Obviously" His fingers brushed a few stray strands of hair from your face; he couldn't help but smile when he saw the content expression on your face, a mask of pure bliss.

"How about we take a bath sweetheart? Sounds good?"

You only nodded in response, eyes shutting tight as you shifted closer to him. Your boyfriend rested his hand on your head, gently caressing your hair.

"Okay then. I'll go get the tub ready"

𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒐

just like Dazai he likes to overtsimulate you but he's a bit more gentle

the fact that he picks up on your reactions- hitched breaths and heartbeat- helps him adjust his pace

the perfect mix of praise and degradation sjsjjs

loves to hear you moan

any position is good for him. as long as you feel comfortable

for aftercare you just cuddle♡

Jouno could feel your heartbeat spike as he pushed himself deeper inside you. You were so sweet and warm; he was utterly entranced.

"Ah fuck Sai" you mewled, causing your boyfriend to shudder lightly, his strong arms threatening to give out. You made him so weak.

You've both been at it for a good while but Jouno showed no sign of stopping. And how could he when your walls were wrapping around him like a vise, milking him of all he's worth? The pretty pleas and mewls that rolled past your lips were like music for his ears, a sweet symphony just for him, that only added to the cocktail of pleasure.

But of course he couldn't let you see the effect you had on him, so he picked up the pace, causing your eyelids to flutter shut.

"What a pretty doll I have. I could swear this ain't your first time judging by how well you take this dick" he chuckled, relishing the feeling of your velvety walls fluttering around him. "Shit baby. You gonna cum again? You like it when I talk to you like that don't ya?"

"Y-yea" you babbled out, fingers sliding to the nape of his neck as you pulled him in for a sloppy kiss.

A small groan left Jouno's throat as you both reached your high, the tight knot in your abdomen snapping into a delicious pool of heat.

Your boyfriend gently rested his forehead against yours, mumbling sweet praises until you both regained your breaths.

After a few seconds he tried to roll to the side but you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back on top of you.

"Just stay like this for a bit. It feels nice" you hummed sleepily against his shoulder, earning a soft sigh from your partner.

"As you wish baby" he smiled, his lithe fingers finding your, loosely interlocking with them.

𝑻𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂

another gentle boy; when I tell you he's more nervous than you

Tachi really wants to make your first time special so he asks you 1000 times if you're sure you wanna do it

takes his time with foreplay and when you get to do it he takes it slow. maybe a bit too slow. he just doesn't wanna hurt you

but as soon as you tell him you're good he'll pick up the pace

please for the love of God praise him

he whimpers (sources: trust me bro)

for aftercare he brews you a cup of tea and you talk about how you felt

"But you sure you felt good right? Right??"

"You sure you're ready sweet thing?" asked your boyfriend with a concerned expression.

"Yea. I am, don't worry about it. I just need you so badly" you whispered in response and he nodded, slowly pushing himself inside you.

And oh you felt divine. Tachihara couldn't contain the loud groan that fell from his lips when he bottomed out and slowly started moving, rocking his hips against yours in a steady rhythm.

"You ok there pretty?" he asked, taking in your features; you looked so beautiful sprawled beneath him like this, silky hair a tangled mess from all the foreplay.

You bit your lip and nodded in response as you urged him to pick up the pace; and naturally he did.

Soon after you were both panting, His eyes were shut tight, mouth slightly agape as he whispered sweet nothings against the shell of your ear.

"You're so good f'me sweetie. You feel like heaven." he said in a sultry voice between sweet moans and whimpers and you swore you could've came just by the sight of his blissed out expression. Your boyfriend's hands worshipped every inch of your heated skin, fingertips slowly tracing down your body to rub little circles on your puffy clit.

"Baby wait wait I'm-" you attempted to protest but were cut off by his gentle touch.

"Shh sweet thing it's ok. Need ya to cum f'me like a good girl"

The moment he spoke those words a wave of pleasure washed over you, causing your thighs to squeeze his narrow waist.

Nails digging into the plush skin of your hips Tachihara let out a groan, thrusting a few more times before releasing his cum deep inside you.

"God that was..." he sighed, eyelids fluttering shut for a moment as he took a deep breath in. When he opened them again and saw the mess the two of you made, his cum dripping down your thighs as you desperately squeezed them together he got out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom to bring you a towel.

"Here you go babe. Lemme clean you up" he smiled gently, brushing the puffy material against your sensitive skin. "Was it good?"

"Of course it was babe" you replied, returning his smile "But I could use some sleep now"

"As you wish"

He slid back underneath the covers, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he nuzzled his head against the nape of your neck.

"You were amazing darling. I'm so happy I got to be your first" he hummed, sending warm tingles down your spine.

What did you ever do to deserve someone as sweet as him?

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #bsd smut #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #dazai bsd #bsd headcanons #dazai smut #dazai x fem reader #dazai x reader #chuya smut #chuya x reader #bsd chuya #jouno smut #bsd jouno #jouno x reader #jouno saigiku

[sunlightmurdock]

Ok rooster & mav's daughter...maybe they're just hooking up currently but she's been in the trenches with her feelings for him for yearsss and then he gets hurt or something during training & she's a mess and mav says he's going to be ok but she's so torn up and it forces them to DTR right in front of mav who is confused beyond belief & not angry yet because of the shock

Omg omg yes!! So I’m just imagining a scenario in which Bradley’s in the hospital after a big accident and Maverick has been sat in the waiting area for like eighteen hours straight, waiting for Bradley to be allowed visitors after an emergency surgery

And you’re there sat beside Maverick feeling sick to your stomach because you straight up just almost lost the love of your life and can’t say anything about it, and it’s been absolutely eating you up inside, to the point that you just can’t hold it in anymore.

So finally you let out a really big breath and put your head in your hands and say, “Dad, I need to talk to you about something.”

But maverick is too busy staring at the door to Bradley’s room and gnawing at his nails to notice. So, you try again, just a little louder.

“Dad. I need to talk to you about something important.”

Maverick’s brows crease together as he cranes his neck to watch the doctors speaking together in Bradley’s hospital room. Your heart feels like it’s in your throat and you feel like you’re going to explode if you don’t get this off of your chest.

“Mav. I need to tell you something important, right now.” But it’s too late, because a doctor just left Bradley’s room and Maverick leaps to his feet as they start to walk over to the two of you.

The doctor smiles politely.

“He’s awake, he’s doing well, but he’s very tired from the medication,” And then he turns his attention towards you, smiling sincerely as he nods in your direction. “He’s asking for you.”

And your eyes just go wide. Maverick’s head whips around, looking swiftly between you and the doctor.

“For — For her? — For you? Why would he be asking for you?” Maverick stumbles, the colour draining from his face. He starts speaking faster and faster and you just know that he’s on the verge of losing it.

You’re stuck, holding your breath for a second as you try to figure out how to approach this topic. Unfortunately, you handle stressful conversations about as well as Maverick does, and you pick the ‘rip it off like a band-aid’ approach.

Taking a big, deep breath, you pause for just a second before letting it all go. “I’ve-been-sleeping-with-Rooster-for-a-year-and-a-half. Sorry, dad.”

Maverick is never rendered speechless for long. There’s a split second where he’s shocked into silence, just staring at you, and you use that to your full advantage. He’s left behind as you duck around him and rush for Bradley’s room. He stares back at the doctor in front of them, both dumbfounded by what you just said.

You slow down as you walk into Bradley’s room, sucking in a sharp breath as your hands fly up to cover your mouth.

He smiles weakly, his face battered, bruised and cut up. His hands, his knuckles, his arms. You know he must be in so much pain under all of that morphine. He swallows, “Hey, baby.”

“Rooster, you big dumb idiot.” You whimper, rushing for him and crawling into the bed beside him. He groans softly and you remind yourself to be gentle. You’ve never had to be gentle with him before. “Oh my god, look at you.”

“I’ll be alright.” He tells you, his eyelids heavy from all of the medication that he’s on.

Blinking back tears, you swallow thickly. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

Bradley’s brows knit together as much as they can without causing pain, he gives a small shake of his head and lifts his hand as much as he can with the broken ribs. You lean closer so that he can hold your cheek in his palm.

“I thought about you. The last thing I remember thinking is that I just couldn’t do this to you.” He admits quietly. You can hear a small tremble in his always strong voice. You look up at him, eyes brimming with tears. Faintly, you can hear Maverick being told to calm down in the hallway. Bradley’s drugged up enough to not have noticed yet.

You lift your hand to touch him and pull it swiftly back to your chest. You’re not sure what you can touch anymore, what won’t hurt.

“I love you.” Bradley mumbles. He takes a big breath, the first one he has been able to take since the accident that isn’t painful. Modern medicine is incredible. His hand drops from your cheek and wraps around yours. You take his hand in both of yours and bring it up to your lips, gently kissing his knuckles.

“You’re just loopy. It’s okay.” You whisper, hoping that really he isn’t. He closes his eyes and gives a tired shake of his head.

“I feel so fucking tired,” He mumbles. He gives your hand a small squeeze. “Promise you won’t leave.”

Your eyes widen as you hear the door push open behind you. Maverick stands in the doorway, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight of you two so close together. He’s still processing.

Slowly, you turn your attention back to Bradley and lift one of your hands to gently smooth his hair back. He leans into your touch.

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” You kiss his knuckles softly once more and Bradley hums happily.

“I’m not loopy. I do…” He stops and inhales tiredly, not quite a yawn. He’s beyond exhausted, he doesn’t even notice Maverick’s presence. “I do love you. I have. I did — before this.”

Blinking back tears, you rest your cheek against his hand once more. You lower your voice to a whisper, so that this moment is just for the two of you. “I love you too.”

He’s back to sleep quickly. You stroke softly at his hair, keeping your fingers entwined wit his as you shift delicately to turn around to look at your furious father.

“Not now, Mav.” You breathe out, quiet.

Maverick shakes his head. “No. You’re right. Not now. But we’re going to talk about this. We’re going to have a big conversation about this.”

He walks slowly into the room and settles into the chair beside Bradley’s bed. His hands curl into fists, you watch him prop his chin on one and turn back to check on Bradley.

“He’s lucky he’s already in the hospital.” Maverick mutters bitterly.

“Dad.” You warn, turning quickly and shooting him a swift glare. He sits back and folds his arms over his chest.

#bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #miles teller #bradley bradshaw smut #rooster x you #rooster bradshaw imagine #thots night (:

[bruisedboys]

OK SO I SAW YOU ASK FOR JAMES THOUGHTS AND UGH I HAVE SO MANY

ok but rugby!james coming back from an away tourney… LIKE ALL LOVEY. he’s so boyfriend.

omg I had so much fun writing this. tysm for the request!! ily 🤍

fem!reader 0.7k words

You’re lying on yours and James’ bed when it happens. Wallowing in misery, missing your lovely boyfriend, feeling as if the minutes are ticking by slower every day. It’s awful. You’re so miserable you almost miss the click of the front door, the scuff of shoes on the mat. The next noise, however, is hard to miss.

“Darling?”

You shoot up, head spinning but the dizziness gets blatantly ignored. You scramble off the bed just as James’s voice rings out again.

“Where are you, honey?”

You go sprinting out of the bedroom, so fast you almost trip on your own feet. You save yourself with pure adrenaline and the desire to squish James with the biggest hug of his life. You’re emerging into the living room in mere seconds, breathless and frazzled and looking frantically for your boyfriend who’s been gone far too long, in your opinion.

And there he is, standing just shy of the front door. He’s prettier than you remember, prettier than the James you’ve imagined in your head for the past four days and ten hours. Your heart skyrockets.

“James!” You say, and go barrelling towards him.

He catches you halfway, dropping his bag carelessly in his haste to scoop you up in his arms. Like always, his arms go around your waist and yours go over his shoulders.

He’s laughing giddily and you’re so happy you can’t speak. He buries his face in your neck, smelling of all things James. His heady cologne, his Camellia and Lily shampoo, a hint of grass and sweat. You breathe him in, run your hands over his soft hoodie that sports his team colours, feel his lovesick sigh wash over your neck.

James finally manages to break your euphoric silence, but only because he’s squeezing you so hard you let out a half-groan half-gasp.

“Jamie,” you gasp, pushing at his big arms. “Y’gonna break my ribs.”

James grumbles but loosens his grip, pulling away slightly so he can look at you, his hands a familiar weight on your waist.

“Hi, darling,” he says, breathless and eyes bright.

His hair’s a mess, somehow longer than four days ago, all curly and messy and falling over his face. You beam and get on your toes to push a lock away from his forehead.

“Hi, Jamie,” you say, equally giddy. You can barely speak around your smile. “I missed you.”

James pulls a face. “I missed you more, actually,” he says matter-of-factly. “Lemme kiss you, pretty girl.”

You let him, though he doesn’t really give you a choice. He presses his lips to yours in a kiss so fervent you almost go stumbling backwards. James’s hands are firm on your waist, holding you in place like he never wants to leave your side again. The kiss says he’s missed you. He’s really missed you. It makes you totally giddy.

You giggle when his tongue swipes across your bottom lip. You pull away with swollen lips and a hand on his chest.

“James,” you chide. You giggle again when he tries to chase your lips, pushing at his chest gently. “I know you missed me, but don’t you want to tell me all about your trip?”

James shakes his head. “It’ll bore you, angel.” He puckers his lips, looking awfully kissable. “Let’s just kiss forever.”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, loverboy,” you drawl, tapping his firm chest twice. “I think you need a breather.”

You pull away, step out of his hold and leave him pouting in the entryway. “Are you hungry?”

You know he’s about to make some stupid flirty comment before he even opens his mouth.

“Hungry for you,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.

You groan loudly and slap your hands over your face.

“James, please,” you say, anguished.

James laughs, a pretty, familiar sound that has your heart doing backflips. Before you know it he’s got his arms around you again. You refuse to take your hands from your face, burning with embarrassment and lovesickness.

“I’m kidding, sweetheart,” James says, his mouth a hair’s width from your ear. “I’ll tell you about my trip, if you want.”

When you don’t budge he slides his arms up your arms and tugs at your wrists. “Come out, will you? Wanna see your pretty face.”

You do as he says, only because you miss looking at his face too. He beams.

“I knew it,” he says after a moment of studying your face.

“Knew what?”

“You’re still the prettiest girl in the entire world.”

You groan.

#★ mal writes! #ღ james #james potter #james potter fluff #james potter x y/n #james potter imagine #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter x reader fluff #james potter drabble #james potter blurb #james potter blurbs #james potter fic #rugbyplayer!james potter #rugbyplayer!james #✉️

[orikiys]

🔖 、 A LETTER TO MY EX

ᘛ 𓏧     ࣪    𖠵 희승 ☓ fem!reader. ꔪ ﹏ ᘒ angst implied exes warning loneliness can’t-move-on-ex not proofread & 798 words

remember the first time when we asked each other our favourite colours? i feel like yours has changed drastically. from blue to orange then back to blue and now? what is your favourite colour now? i forgot i can’t ask you that anymore. i don’t have the authority to ask. who am i to you now? just the past that you’re trying to forget so hard? i remembered another thing, i remembered the way you would convert time differences just so you could remind me to eat on time, to take my multivitamins on time, to give me a good luck message an hour before i left home, just so i didn’t feel alone.

now all i feel is dread. i’m surrounded by it. engulfed within the cores that no matter how hard i try to escape, an image of you never fails to pop up in my head. when i go to work, i see myself glancing at my phone out of habit as i used to when you texted me ‘have a good day!’. i still remember the first time you called me, i even remember the place where i picked up your call. it’s silly, it’s childish even, but i find myself walking down to that place sometimes and wondering what would have happened if i never picked that call? would we still be dating? would we still be in the phase where we asked each other our favourites?

you might not know this, but i added your city to my weather app a month after we broke up. it marked exactly a month since i’ve stopped receiving your phone calls, since i’ve stopped receiving any text messages from you. exactly a month since i’ve stopped knowing you. but i knew that no matter if it's been a month or five months, hating you might be the hardest journey. i still check the temperature of your city every day. but i have to stop myself from reminding you to carry an umbrella with you, because i don’t know where to find you anymore. you’ve gone. you’ve gone somewhere far away that even if i try to trace those steps they’ll just lead me to nowhere.

i still remember when i made snow angels and sent it to you. you called me a real life angel. upto this day, i can still see the shy smile on your when that ‘angel’ converted into a nickname. but now? even hearing that word anywhere makes me go into a deep hypnosis of what it felt like dating you. it felt complicated. each day i felt different emotions. one day i would be re-reading your texts a hundred times till they’re embedded into my brain and on other days i would be cursing you out for reasons i don’t wish to remember.

dating you had that spark in it, until it didn’t. until it just felt like carrying a burden all to myself. it felt suffocating to even open your texts just for me to see a simple ‘ok’ or just for me to see you’ve left me on read, again. just the way you left me all alone by myself. i thought we were special? i thought we were meant to be? but guess it was just me.

i tried to scab the areas you hurt, healed and then hurt again. but how could i scab my heart? it’s too precious. too fragile. but clearly it didn’t even take you a single regret when you broke that heart of mine. you were like the song that was always stuck in my head and like the words i never had a filter on. you just kept flowing all around me, making me lose myself into a tangled mess. i ended up embracing that mess in hopes you would call me your lover again.

i still wonder how it all happened. how the invisible cracks began to spiral the way more quickly until we could no longer bridge with words or actions. we started doing the bare minimum for each other and felt that it was enough. it wasn’t some sort of god’s plan but maybe it was all written in that book of fate because the more i think about it, the more i feel that this breaking apart couldn’t be fixed no matter how much the two sides tried to. except, none of the sides tried. we just stopped caring. there was no realisation until i felt you slip away from my grasp. until i had realised that i’d been wrapping my arms around something that was gone. a sense of nostalgia. perhaps the faded away moments. but i knew that i would answer if you reached out again. no matter the years it took. but i won’t ever forgive you for the way you threw that relationship out your head like an empty piece of cardboard lying at home. i won’t forgive unless i forget.

sincerely,

your angel

#ॱଳ͘ #k-labels #kflixnet #heeseung x reader #enhypen x reader #heeseung angst #heeseung imagines #heeseung fic #heeseung oneshots #enhypen scenarios #enhypen angst

[lululandd]

Ok I can't stop thinking about the froggie statues in the plants. (Find all the froggie figurines!) Reader should keep a teeny tiny one in her pocket so that when (if?) Ghost eventually invites her inside, she can sneak one in his apartment. 🐸

at peace;

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader

wordcount: 1205

warning: fluff, froggies, simon riley is a fucking mess, part 2 of this fic

note: also on ao3

summary: what tendy said.

The last time he felt nervous to the point of nausea was a year ago, when he learnt of Graves and Shepherd’s betrayal. But today he felt even worse than that. He saw a glimpse of her daily, sometimes once every two days. The woman saunters to his balcony, waters his plants, wipes the little frogs clean—apparently he missed a little purple one by the orchid—and goes back upstairs. 

He bought different kinds of teas the other day, not knowing what kind she would like, and now the possibility of her not liking tea at all made bile rise up to the back of his throat. Why is he feeling like this? She’s just his neighbour. He’s just being polite by repaying her for making his fire escape look decent. He’s killed men numerous times before and felt nothing, but why is asking his neighbour to come insi—

Realisation hits as he ran for the sink.

He’s never invited anyone in before. Not even Johnny knows where he lives. This would be the first time since he moved here that he would invite someone inside. He looked around the place. Is this how normal people live? Could it be too… pristine? Too immaculate? Should he have at least one picture on a shelf? He glanced at the gloomy state of his apartment and decided he needed to add a little more…. life to it. 

He was caught off guard on his way back from his third trip to the store. He had a little shoe rack and some books on the backseat of his car. 

“Hey neighbour!” He heard her speak.

Fuck.

“Allright?”

She nodded. The woman had a cup of something he can’t distinguish but recognise the café it came from. “You need help?” She gestured at his car.

“Yes.” He answered without thinking. The word just fired out of his brain like a bullet; straight out of his mouth. He didn’t need her help, didn’t want her help. There’s a very empty picture frame on the desk next to the telly and he’s fairly sure she’d be weirded out by. “In a bit.”

She visibly backed off and he thought he had said the wrong thing when she just nodded, “I’ll swing by in an hour? That allright?”

“Yeah.”

He fixed his empty frame problem, placed the books down, and arranged all the extra knick-knacks he bought to somewhere he thought would look normal and presentable. It was after spraying his living space with some air freshener that he started questioning what he was doing. Why was he doing this? To what extent is he going to pretend he is a functioning human being? Would he have done the same thing if Soap was to come over?

A knock on his balcony door lets him know if he would pass as being normal to a civilian. He was greeted with a decent sized tupperware of brownies half shoved into his face. “So what am I helping with?”

Shit.

In his daze to make his place seem normal as possible he had cleaned and put everything in its place. “Sorry, fixed it actually. Fancy a cuppa instead?”

She handed him the brownies so she can take her shoes off. She left them outside by the plants, and saw they were just like them, colourful. He gestured to the sofa as he walked to the kitchen, “Any requests?”

He was unimpressed when she skipped the sofa entirely and walked with him to the kitchen. The girl probably doesn’t trust him with her tupp—

“Any would be fine, I’m not picky.” She instead sat on the dining chair that previously held his dying plant. The plant that started all of this.

“There’s a couple. White, black, earlgrey, chamomile, matcha, as—.”

“No way. Matcha? Do you have that whisk thingy too?” She moved her wrist around.

He opened a drawer and grabbed the wooden whisk and proudly held it up. “You want matcha?”

To his dismay she shook her head, “I’ll just have whatever you feel like having right now.”

“Guest’s choice.”

“I brought brownies. Host’s pick.”

“Matcha goes great with brownies.” He lied. He just wanted to see her eyes light up like earlier.

She nodded enthusiastically, “Whatever you say, you’re the tea expert.”

Fuck. She was just being polite and leaves everything to him because she thinks he’s knowledgeable. He needs more info about tea if he— If he what, actually. Why does he keep thinking about what she wants and what she thinks of him? Would he have thought the same if it was Price thinking he knows more about tea than he really does?

He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that when he turned around to hand her the tea, she wasn’t in her seat anymore. She was looking at the books he had put on the shelf. He had to walk over to hand her the mug.

“You a fan?” She pointed at his freshly purchased Dune books, he sees the sparkle in her eyes again and he has to disappoint her for the second time today.

“Haven’t read ‘em yet. Thought the covers looked interesting.”

“So you just… bought the whole hardcover set because they looked… pretty?” He notices the many crinkles at the edge of her eyes when she smiles. He would like to coun—

“Gotta match my new garden.” He nodded at the balcony. It was utter horseshite from his part but he must admit that the books did make the view prettier. He needs to take that into consideration when buying things now.

The way her face lights up to look up at him mimics the first time he had offered his space to her. “You mean it?”

He took a sip of his tea with one hand and crossed his heart with the other. He hoped this would distract her from his face because he was sure he was blushing. Where’s his mask when he n—

No.

Ghost doesn’t belong here, not now. Ghost will be needed someday when someone bothers her. Ghost will be sorely awakened that day when she tells him she shouldn’t be coming over anymore, but for the time being Ghost doesn’t belong here.

He reminded her about the brownies and glad that whatever bollocks he spewed earlier turned out correct. Matcha did go with brownies. The girl said so herself.

“I’m Simon, by the way.”

—

He got a call from Price that night, and for the first time, he was sad he had to leave. His mind wandered to his books and wondered if he will ever even read past a quarter of the first one. As he walked over to look at them, he noticed something.

There was a skinny little frog covered in glitter—standing upright with an unamused face—hidden behind the books and the empty basket he had up there. He then moved the frog front and centre, where it really belongs.

Or, that’s where he thought it does, until a week later. The glitter caught his eye as he scans the room one last time before leaving, so he snagged it from its perch and slips it into his inner jacket pocket, comfortably held against his heart.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #call of duty imagine #call of duty #scuffed writing

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The Hacker - Part 4

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Status: Ongoing

All feedback is very welcome and appreciated!

Warnings: angst, flashbacks, mentions of past trauma, murder, violence, mentions of abuse, swearing, mentions of rape (nothing happens, it is just said in a sentence), mentions of drugs, reader is slightly insecure and unsure of herself. Depression. Bucky and Steve reassuring the reader. Fluffy ending.

Please let me know if i missed any warnings and I will add them.

Part 3

Series masterlist

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You wake up on the floor, back sore, eyes swollen from crying. You slowly get up and trot to the bathroom , staring at yourself in the mirror.

Your eyes are bloodshot and swollen. Your cheeks are red and your throat sore from sobbing so hard. You turn away, unable to look at yourself.

You get into the shower and wash off the terrible memories as best you can. After your shower, you throw on some sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt and head to the kitchen, hoping nobody is yet awake at this ungodly hour. The sun is just starting to rise and you rub your temples. trying to alleviate some pain from your pounding headache. In doing so, you don't realize that the kitchen is occupied by Bucky, who is sipping on his coffee watching you.

You don't notice as your eyes are closed and you waddle to the medicine box in the first aid kit under the kitchen counter, searching for anything to stop the throbbing pain in your head.

As you pop your head up from the counter and turn around to grab a glass of water, you shriek when you hear a low grumble behind you "Good morning cyberpunk"

You jump in the air and the bottle of pills goes sprawling across the room like sprinkles. Bucky laughs and apologizes as he helps you pick up the medicine from the floor.

"you're really jumpy, you know that? Steve told me he scared the shit out of you yesterday too." Bucky says with a light chuckle.

"Rough night?" he asks, eyeing you suspiciously as you have not yet spoken, let alone looked at him. He helps you pick the medicine off the floor and back into its container.

You don't reply as you finish cleaning the mess and take the medicine. The coffee machine rings, indicating your coffee is ready so you turn around and grab it.

Unable to even form a sentence, let alone think after last night's flashback, you turn to walk to your office when you feel Bucky's hand lightly grab onto your wrist.

You turn to look at him. His eyes are searhing yours, filled with worry.

When he stares into your eyes, he sees nothing. He doesn't see that usual spunk behind your eyes and that mischievous glint that always lingers. Instead of your usual beautiful eye colour, he sees an empty grey. He sucks in a deep breath - he recognizes that look, he's seen it in himself for many years.

"Hey, are you ok? You haven't even said one snarky remark today. What's going on?" he says to you lightly.

You sigh and shake your head "Please leave me alone, Bucky. Not today." you croak. You look away from him and pull out of his grasp as feel your throat closing in on you, tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

Bucky says nothing as you slowly walk away from him. He knows something is wrong but doesn't know how to approach you about it. What happened to you that stole the light from your eyes?

He stares at your back, desperately thinking of what to say to you and how, until you slowly disappear around the corner.

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The next few weeks pass by in a blur. You're on autopilot.

The day after your flashback marked the 7th year of that fateful day. The day you murdered your father and ran away from your life.

You had still participated in missions, as requested by Steve, but you were not your usual spunky self. Your tone was monotonous, void of emotion.

This didn't go unnoticed by the others, thinking you were having an off day. That off-day turned into an off-week then an off-month. They were getting worried, having private group meetings to discuss how to help you and figure out what's going on.

You only ever went from your room to the office and back. You hardly ate, clearly having lost some weight. You didn't sleep; your eyes were sunken and deep with fatigue and weight from the trauma.

Tony decided he had had enough. Screw the deal. He went into a deep-deep-dive of the web to find anything he could about you. Hours later, he found it.

"Guys!!" Tony yelled, running into the conference room they had all gathered in.

"What did you find?" Steve asked, getting up from his chair, arms crossed, his face laced with concern.

"She's dead."

The entire team gasps, streams of what? when? how? isn't she in her office? flying through the room. Tony calms them down and throws up the death certificate onto the screen.

"Legally, she's dead. That's why I couldn't find anything about her."

"Nobody searches for a dead woman." said Bucky, looking up at the screen in disbelief.

"That's not all... that's not her legal name on that document. It's a very well forged document, I don't know how she did it, but it was good enough to fool the US government." Tony explains.

"Her real name is Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. I found her because she was a missing person for a while, until they removed her from the list because nobody was looking for her. I know it's her because of the photo."

Tony pulls up the missing persons poster. A photo of your 16 year old self on the page.

"The reason she was declared a missing person is because someone called the police one night. When they arrived to the apartment, her parents were both dead. Y/N was missing. They assumed she was kidnapped but had no leads. No family or friends came forward to speak to the police. It’s a corrupt and poorly run police department, they deemed it easier to remove her from the missing persons list and hope nobody remembered her... it worked, she made herself dissapear." Tony explains.

"She's been hiding this entire time. Where? How?" Bucky asks. His eyes are wide with shock and disbelief. He couldn’t fathom how you must have felt. The fear, panic, loneliness. Not knowing if you will ever truly be rid of your past.

Where were you for 7 years? How did you survive?

The team look at each other, not knowing what to say or how to approach the situation.

"We can't just ask her. We literally breached the one condition she had for our deal." Steve says, throwing his hands down on the desk, exasperated.

“There’s something else I forgot to mention.” Tony speaks up.

“Look at the date of the police report. The 7th anniversary was a few weeks ago….”

The team look at each other but say nothing.

Bucky jumps up from his seat. “We can't let her continue like this. Look at her. She is literally a walking zombie. I can’t watch her wither away." Bucky says, walking away from the conference room, ignoring the looks and protests from the others. He heads straight for your room, noticing immediately that you're not there, he turns and walks to your office, the only other possible place you would be hiding.

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You stay in your office all day. You're not working, you can't think, you can't move, you feel like a zombie. You sit there on your desk chair, staring at your empty screens.

Time ticks by as you sit in your office. You're paralyzed in place as your mind replays every traumatic event from your past, over and over again. You can't get out, no matter how hard you try. You're trapped.

You hear someone in the distance calling your name. It sounded like they were underwater. It felt like you were free falling while the walls are closing in on you. The voice kept calling and you lean towards it as it gets louder and louder until you feel someone shaking you and yelling your name frantically.

Bucky. He's kneeling in front you, shaking your body and repeating your name over and over again.

You gasp in a deep breath as if you've been holding your breath in this entire time. You look around until your eyes meet Bucky's.

"Hey, Y/N, talk to me, I'm right here. Come on, doll please don't leave me hanging, you're scaring me."

"I - um... I don't... what?..."

"it's okay, it's okay just look at me. You're back, you're here, you're OK. Let's go to your room." He says quietly, trying not to scare you as he helps lift you to your feet.

Your knees quiver as you begin to fall, slipping from his grasp. Bucky grabs you with ease and picks you up bridal style.

"Easy, easy. You haven't left your office in days. You haven't eaten or slept either from the looks of it. I'll carry you." He whispers to you as he holds you gingerly as if you're made of glass.

When he gets to your room he places you on your bed and sits next to you.

Bucky says nothing to you. He doesn't pressure you to speak or do anything until you're ready. He just sits with you, rubbing circles on your hand with his metal arm. The cold is welcoming, helping you ground yourself. It's Bucky's silent way of letting you know that you're not alone.

You're in a daze, the aftershock of your horrific flashback. You didn't realize that Bucky had left, until he returns with a snack and some water. He places it on your bedside table and sits back down next to you.

"You don't have to stay here. You can leave. I'm fine." you manage to say, almost robotically. Your body is running on fumes at this point.

"I know I don't have to, but I want to. You don't have to say a word to me but I'm going to sit here and stay with you until I know that you're okay." He says to quietly, placing his hand over yours and squeezing.

After a few minutes of silence, you finally look at him and croak "Flashbacks."

You feel Bucky's hand stiffen and squeeze yours harder. He, of all people, understands flashbacks the most out of anyone. He may not know the full extent of what they’re about.l but he knows it must have been traumatic enough to leave you in a zombified state for a month.

"I'll be fine. Please leave." you say quietly, getting up and heading to your bathroom.

"Please don't shut me out." he pleads, slowly grabbing your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him.

You realize that now he's seen you like this, at your worst and most vulnerable, you have to talk about it. You've kept this to yourself since you were 16. You let out a long breath and gather the courage you need to explain yourself to Bucky. Sitting back down on your bed, Bucky entwined his hand with your while his metal hand is rubbing up and down your back:

"My childhood home, more like a shit-hole apartment on the outskirts of the city, was horrific. Abusive and alcoholic father, my mother forgave him every time, no matter how many times he beat her unconscious. Until I was old enough for him to turn his anger on me."

Bucky sucked in a sharp breath, eyes sharpened with anger as he listened to you.

"He beat me almost daily. Scars litter my body, so I hide behind my oversized clothes. One night, I accidentally dropped a plate and it shattered on the floor, glass everywhere. He was furious so he beat my mother so bad I was sure he killed her. I ran to my room, called 911 but he got to me first and dragged me back to the kitchen. He beat me within an inch of my life. I laid on the floor and watched him laugh at me. He pulled out a gun and aimed it at my mother. I ran to stop him but I was too slow, in too much pain. He turned it to me and with the last ounce of energy i had left, I tackled him. I wrestled him with all of my remaining strength and managed to turn the gun on him. I pulled trigger. 6 times until I heard the empty chamber click.”

"I couldn’t comprehend what just happened. I was running on pure adrenaline and survival instincts. I grabbed whatever I could find and ran away. I lived on the streets, homeless for 4 years. I cut my hair and dyed it a different colour every month to constantly change my appearance. I never stayed in one place longer than 3 days. I ate what I could find and steal. The winters were the harshest. Being a young woman, alone on the streets is a fear I can never forget. You can trust nobody but yourself. As soon as you trust someone, they're either trying to pimp you out, drug you or rape you."

Eventually, I turned to the one thing I could to numb everything. Drugs. Didn't matter what it was as long as it fucked me up enough to escape my mind. At some point, I was meeting up with my dealer begging him to help me. I needed a way out and I had nobody to turn to. He said he knew a guy who knew a guy who knew a guy and next thing you know, I'm a computer whiz with a knack for hacking. They recruited me, got me off the streets and gave me a second chance at life. I made a living off of doing some odd jobs hacking into bank accounts and servers and stealing money and selling private information. I know, it's a crime, but I was desperate, I had nothing and nobody left. I did what I had to, to survive. Then, one day I get too cocky and try hacking into Stark Tower and I succeeded. That's how you found me."

You finish your story, waiting for Bucky to pull away and call you all the names your father always sneered at you. The name you thought you deserved to be called: a murderer, a coward, a disgusting homeless hood rat, a waste of life.

"Please don't tell the others." you plead, a tear escaping your eyes and falling down your cheek.

Bucky turns to you and raises his hand and wipes away the tear.

Suddenly, you hear a cough. Your heart sinks to your stomach as you spin around to face the door and freeze. Staring back at you is the rest of the team.

Did they hear everything I said? This can't be happening, I have to get out of here.

As you get up and try to find a way out, Steve and Bucky notice your panic. Bucky goes to grip both your arms to help you sit back down.

You manage to yank your arms out of Buckys grip and Steve lifts his arms to grab onto you to calm you down but you flinch back, terrified.

You feel caged and trapped. Your mind flashes back to that dreadful apartment with your father looming over you. You fall to the floor, arms flailing out to protect yourself.

"No! I'm sorry no please, don't. I promise I'll leave and never come back. Please, don't hit me." you plead, sobbing on the floor.

Steve looks to Bucky, a pained and shocked expression on his face.

"Hey, doll, look at me, it's just me and Steve, we won't hurt you I promise. Please, look at me. I need you to follow my breathing." Bucky instructs and he slowly lowers himself to your level on the floor, keeping a distance and placing a gentle hand on your outstretched arm.

You're shaking, still rambling and pleading. You feel Bucky's light touch on your arm and you flinch again, anticipating the pain you assumed would follow.

"It's okay, doll. We're here to help you, not hurt you." Steve says as he lowers himself to the floor, sitting across from you.

You’re brain fog begins to clears and you look up at them, eyes bloodshot, still shaking. You stare into Bucky's eyes and listen to his instructions as you manage to calm your breathing. He's stroking your leg with his metal arm in soothing circles, the cold metal creating a distraction.

Steve hands you a cold damp towel and places it on your forehead.

Once your breathing has levelled and you seem to have calmed down from your panicked state, you look up to your bedroom door. The rest of the team seem to have backed away earlier on, not wanting to overwhelm you with too many people in your space.

Bucky calls you and you turn to stare into his blue eyes.

"I would never hurt you. Steve will never hurt you. We will never let you get hurt ever again. I will protect you with my very being." he says to you, eyes glistening with pain and hurt for you.”

"Listen to me, I know this has been a stressful few weeks, but you can trust us. I promise. I will never leave your side. Do you understand me? Do you believe me?"

You nod your head, tears spilling from eyes and your emotions overflow you. He doesn't hate you, he didn't name call you or judge you. He cares for you. You haven't felt this type of care and comfort in years.

You grab onto him and hug him tightly.

"I trust you, I believe you. Thank you." you cry into his shoulder.

You feel Steve’s hand running up and down your back as you're hugging Bucky.

You have never spoken those words to anyone before. You have never been able to trust anyone but yourself.

Bucky gives Steve a look, communicating with each other through their eyes. A common thing after years of friendship. He gets up and leaves you two alone.

Bucky tugs you closer into his chest. You feel the warmth from his body and the raw emotions from his hug. Like he was creating a barrier around you, shielding you.

You let go from the hug and look up at him. Bucky wipes the tears from your face, cups your cheek with his palm. He asks you what you want him to do to help you. You ask him for a distraction, a movie perhaps?

He smiles gently and tells you to pick whatever movie you want as he grabs some snacks. You agree with a large smile across your face, your heart swelling with emotion at his kindness and warmth.

You and Bucky create a makeshift fort on the couch in the living room of the compound, with as many blankets and pillows as you can find. Bucky wraps his arm around your shoulders as you sit on the couch and plays the movie.

You had fallen asleep and wake up lightly to the smell of a fresh forest and bourbon and strong arms carrying you. You begin to stir as you hear Bucky chuckle and tell you to go back to sleep. He lays you lightly on your bed and covers you with your blankets. As he starts to walk away when you grab onto his wrist lightly, weak from the fatigue of the days events.

"Stay. Please." you whisper. Your eyelids are heavy as you try to open them enough to see Bucky.

You feel his hesitation but he sighs and you feel the bed dip on the other side.

"I'll stay until you fall back asleep." he whispers to you. You feel his hand gently play with your hair as you fall into a deep sleep.

Once he's sure you're in a deep sleep, he gets up and leaves your room, gently closing the door behind him as he crosses the hall to reach his bedroom door facing yours.

He chuckles to himself. I've never felt like this towards someone. I mean I love Steve, but it’s brotherly love. This is more. I don't want to be just her friend. I want to protect her, be there for her, let her trust me. I can't even consider anybody harming her without my blood boiling. She's gorgeous, she's brilliant, she has a snarky personality that I love because she challenges me. She makes me smile even on my worst days, without even trying. I will forever keep my promise to her and protect her with all my being. She will never get hurt again. I can't let that happen, I care too much about her -- I... I like her... a lot...

He sighs with a smile at his realization. What does he do now? He wants to be there for you, make sure you feel safe and protected around him.

He shakes his head as he gets into bed. He falls asleep thinking of you.

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Gorgon partner headcanons

Right right right right

Ok ok So Gorgons.

I have a personal headcannon for these guys. I will say they are descended from the original 3 Gorgon sisters.

They have snakes for hair, scaled skin, walk on two legs that can shift into a massive snake tail.

Can be male or female, do have the ‘paralysing stare’ but unlike their divine ancestors it only stuns for a short period of time, paralysing the attacker rather than turning them to stone.

They can also control it thanks to a third, transparent, eyelid

They come in numerous colour patterns and live mostly in warm environments around the Mediterranean sea. In fact there are hidden villages on Gorgons hidden.

Live very Modern-Ancient Greece. But more feminism, lots more feminism. They ancestors were all women by the way.

How were the species born? By the three original Gorgons mating with humans or through divine parthenogenesis.

Anyway to help genetics, and because they are all related, Gorgons tend to mate with humans and no matter gender they can sire or carry eggs. Any child will also be a gorgon.

Now that I have gotten my hypothesising out of the way, onto the stuff.

SFW:

At first Gorgons are not extremely physically affectionate. In fact you may be hard pressed to even know if they like you at first. But do not be fooled! Their hard outer shells hold extremely squishy insides.

They are probably internally going absolutely fucking crazy over you. Overthinking every move they make, each interactions they have with you.

Outside face: -.-

Inside: Ok ok, be cool. The pretty human is talking to you- gods their eyes are beautiful, should I tell them? No that would be weird! Maybe I can mention it in a roundabout day- Oh.My.Gods they called my scales PRETTY!!!!!! MARRY ME YOU GORGEOUS HUMAN!

Yeah poor little guys are messes, they are quite reserves as a species.

Very much on the gift-giving and acts of service way of showing affection. But more along the way that if you mention needing something done they’ll do it. Like if you mention you have an issue with your car they’ll fic it or arrange for it to be fixed the same hour. Also very much on the spectrum of if you mention you like something they will make sure you have it every day. Use this power wisely.

Most Gorgons you meet will also have large vegetable and fruit gardens and also some form of animal. As a species a big part of their courting to be able to feed and provide for their mate. They also live in a part of the world great for crops.

They also build their homes partly into the earth. These homes are highly decorated and built with the intention for the Gorgons lifestyle. Whether its just for themselves, just for partners, or for future families. Homes also tend to be connected underground, making multigenerational neighbourhoods.

Once you actually enter into a relationship with a Gorgon things rev up.

Gift giving leans away from more practical to more indulgent, as do acts of service. They also slowly become more communicative about their emotions. Its still rather laconic but they’ll say emotionally devastating shit that will rock your world outta the fucking blue.

Like shit you’ll be washing up the dishes after dinner and they’ll turn to you and say some shit like “I am descended from the divine, and even I feel myself go mad from the beauty of your smile.” And then will turn back and begin drying the fucking dishes like nothing happened.

Meanwhile your ass is standing there having had your shit rocked on a spectral level and your deciding whether to cry, kiss them or make them see stars right then and there.

ALSO! Also also also. Snakes for hair.

These guys have snakes for hair that are semi-independent. I sort of debate on them being extensions of their gorgons mind but being individual in a sort of way.

These little guys are key to their Gorgons emotions. The hair will give it away peeps.

Whilst they will stay relatively neutral before a relationship properly occurs the snakes will pay more attention to you than anyone else.

Once the relationship begins the little snakes will be all over you. Hissing and nudging and kissing your face little snakey kisses when you’re close.

And gods if you pet them?? Good luck getting your hand back babe, the snakes are keeping it, pets forever.

Also as your Gorgon gets more comfortable with initiating physical contact it will be hard for them to stop bless them. They’ll probably use the old adage of ‘but baby I’m cold blooded!!’ to eek out more cuddle time.

Also in the cold months they will stick to you like glue. It doesn’t get freezing in the Mediterranean but the poor babies are cold blooded. Any unnecessary trips outside are vetoed and they make more use of the Thermal Hot springs they usually build their towns around.

They will damn near climb into your clothes if a breeze hits them. They don’t like the cold >:(

NSFW

Iiiiiittttttss Sexy time!

Hahaha lets go.

First lets talk About the paralysing stare, because if you want they can and will use that as a part of sex.

You’ll be conscious, and you’ll be able to blink, but besides that your are paralysed baby.

Its kind of an ingrained kink in the species. Shows a deep bond of trust between a mortal mate and their gorgon. It also scratches that ‘predator’ urge in the backs of their heads.

Having you so pretty and still, letting them do whatever they want to you, letting them move and control you like a good little doll. It gets them so fucking horny.

They’ll love a bit of kinky hide and seek as well. Tracking you by the scent of your arousal in the dark, tongue licking at the air, tasting your arousal as they track you, hissing every fantasy of what they’ll do to you when they find you…

And when they do, they’ll fuck you on the spot, taking you hard and fast until you’re a gibbering mess, only then they’ll drag your limp and shivering body back to their nest.

Yeah you won’t be leaving for a while, but what bliss guys, what fucking bliss.

In bed they’re all over you, long scaly tail trapping your legs as hey take you, licking the sweat from your skin and moaning about your beauty. About your pretty pussy/cock/ass and how good you feel.

You run so much warmer than them, everything feels so hot and wet and they adore you, relishing in your warmth. They wanna stay permanently inside you/you inside them so they can keep experiencing your warmth.

They also will bite you a little bit, just a little. No they’re not venomous baby, please just let them bury their fangs into you, they promise it’ll feel so good.

Also, if you do want kids, they will make that happen. Both male and females can lay and carry eggs. The moment you say you want a baby with them they are ready to load you up with eggs, filling you so prettily and making sure you’re fully and happy.

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Dom DIO X Sub Fem Y/n

CONTAINS: (ddlg, spanking, degradation, humiliation, facial, sexting, mention of 18+ media being sent, if you squint very hard slight praise, yandere themes, y/n is a brat, brat-tamer DIO, yandere DIO)

First person, italic used for thoughts & texts

{Oh btw I also did a little insignificant playlist that you can listen to when you're reading it or maybe if you want to listen to it on a daily basis then go ahead!}

“Daddy I’m back~” I said as I stepped in his luxurious penthouse.

Everything was in the colours of black and crimson with some touches of gold, the night skyline was absolutely breathtaking seen from above.

I didn’t find him anywhere so I decided to go and take a look in his office and when I opened the door I saw him sitting in his black leather chair with his back facing me “Well look who’s back~” then he said to me in a particular relaxed but still imposed tone “Sit down.” so I said as I sat down “Is there something wrong daddy?” then he replied to my question, menacingly, “So… how’s your ex doing without your presence hmm…good?” A voice inside of my head told me that he knew clearly that I had sex with my ex this evening but then that voice died out and I responded with “Y-yes he’s doing good without me…” “I stuttered fuck!” then he said “Then why were you at your ex boyfriend’s house this evening?…” then my blood froze as he turned around to face me then he stood up and there I saw his towering self, eclipsing me, “You respond to my messages and calls immediately but this evening you weren’t answering so I decided to track your location down and I saw that you were at your ex’s house…” he said teasingly as he approached me then he raised my head with his hand under my chin “You’ll be punished severely for it my naughty little slut…Now go to my room and wait for me.” he said in a menacing tone “Ok daddy…” I stood up and then I went straight to his room.

I waited for him patiently feeling a sort of suspense raising inside me. “What will he do? I wonder…~” I said between me and myself then all of a sudden the door opened “You’ve got some explaining to do…” he said in an imposing tone as he came towards me. He had only his black pants and white shirt on, his amber eyes were burning with wrath and his golden locks were flowing with each of his perfectly calculated steps then all of a sudden I was bent over his lap and then the first spanking of the night strikes my ass, I mewled out his name in pain then he spoke “What did I say about fucking other boys…” I said in a weary tone “I’m sorry daddyyy!~” he said furiously as he continued to spank me “You’ve been a very bad girl…”; after half an hour of spanking he took me off of his lap and bent me over the bed and rammed his entire length inside of my pussy and still gave me more of his generous spankings as he fucked me.

His pace was brutal and sadistic truly meant to hurt, then I saw that he took my phone from my purse and decided to take a video of myself getting fucked all the way out then he said “Say hi to your ex!” He roared angrily; I just moaned loudly begging him to have mercy on me then he chuckled darkly then I heard him say “Lay even a finger on her and I’ll kill you…Got it?” then he finished recording the video and continued to fuck me.

As he released himself inside of me he took his raging shaft out and took my phone again and took a quick pic of my wet womanhood spilling with his essence then he inserted it into my mouth, I felt myself gagging onto his enormous raging member.

I felt like if I was in a photoshoot for how many pictures he was taking of my messy self sucking on his throbbing cock “Was my little slut starving for daddy’s cock?…I mean after fucking your worthless ex you must be desperate for my precious touch~” He said tauntingly and as a response I hummed in ecstasy as his cock hit the back of my throat constantly then he chuckled menacingly looking down at my drooling mess.

He decided to start fucking my ass then he took a video of it; he gave a playful spank at my ass cheek “Ah!~” I moaned then he said “Ahh…my naughty little slut serves me so well…she’s literally made for me…~” he furiously said “Her existence is only meant for pleasuring my deepest carnal desires…” he said angrily as he finished recording.

I was going in overdrive with pleasure as his cock plowed in and out of my mouth then he decided to take some pictures of me sucking his cock dry “You look so pretty while you suck my cock~” I looked up at him “Aww such a cute little thing that you are…And to think that you are only mine~” he chuckled tauntingly “Hmmm?” he hummed and he faced at my phone and then he noticed three notifications from my ex, he immediately grabbed my phone and saw some texts coming from him that read “go fuck yourselves!”-“I hate you both!”-“I will kill you both!” then he laughed darkly at the ominous threats, he then said “Yeah keep on sucking my cock…Ngh- good girl~”. He just kept on going until he felt that he was going to come then he took his cock out of my throat and came all over my face and breast “Ooooh fuck yeah my sweet little girl…~” then he picked up my phone once again took one last picture at my messy self covered in his thick cum and sent it to him and then to my ex then he said out loud what he was texting to him “She belongs to me…touch her and I’ll make sure you’ll regret the day you’ve met her.” then he picked me up by my waistline and began kissing me roughly and passionately then he broke the kiss and said to me “Swear that you’ll never see any other guy but me…” then I said “I swear daddy~” then he said “Good…” then I said “I’m feeling sleepy daddyyyyyy…~” then we went to sleep together and before I fell asleep he patted my head and said “You’re such an obedient girl…you deserve a reward.” I then replied “Really?!” He then said “Yes…Tomorrow I’ll take you out wherever you like.” then I said “Thank you so much Daddy Dio I love you!” He then said as he gave a kiss on my forehead “I love you too my dear…” and then we both went to a peaceful slumber.

#yandere dio brando #dio brando x reader #dio brando fanfic #dio brando #dio x reader #dio x you #dio x y/n #dio smut

[valkyrayn]

drabble | marius having no clue on how a washing machine works 

because payton had been the one doing the laundry for him for the most part of his life. since he’s moved out the mansion to live with rosa, now he has to figure out how this laundry thing works. 

never has a machine looked so intimidating

their bed is a mess. if it was an ordinary bed, it would’ve broken in half from how hard they were fucking on it last night

rosa had left for work, leaving him with the task to clean up their ‘mess.’ she’d offered but he said ‘i got this babe.’

he regretted it now. he’s far from getting it. with arms braced against the machine, he leans down to read the labels.

what are these buttons even for. spin? what does it even do? water level? how much water does one need to fill? high? low? medium?

dry? hmm. maybe that would work? he needs to dry the sheets. it’s drenched with—the mess that came from their rigorous, sexual activities

ok maybe just drying isn’t going to work. drying wouldn’t get rid of the smell. that much he knows.

damnit why did he have to fuck her through the mattress like that? why did he, in that post-orgasm stupor, confidently offered to wash the sheets, as if he’s done it before?

he knows how to. in theory. but now looking at the labels again, maybe he doesn’t.

he probably should’ve searched the internet on how to do it but out of habit, his fingers had pressed call on payton’s contact number.

“hello, master marius?”

marius clears his throat, unsure on how to start. “I need help.”

marius mumbled the rest of his sentence, or more like sped through it that payton misses it completely. “sorry?”

“howdoiusethewashingmachine?”

“master marius, sorry but I didn’t catch that.”

“payton, please.” he’s on the verge of crying from embarrassment

“how do I…use the…washing machine.” he slaps a hand over his face and groans, wishing for the floor to swallow him. he really should’ve just googled it. 

silence at the other end of the phone, and then a throat clears. “you want to switch this to video?”

marius can’t tell if that’s a better idea or not. he contemplated for a few seconds and then switched the call to video. immediately, he regretted it.

“how much laundry are you doing? what kind of fabric is it? did you separate the colours?”

he’s not about to show their sex stained sheets. absolutely not.

“it’s…i don’t know. cotton?” 

payton blinks, watching marius grin awkwardly in the screen, refusing to turn the camera around. clearly there was no point of switching this to video

payton clears his throat again. “can you show me?”

“no.” marius replied a little too quickly, averting his gaze, staring awkwardly at anything but payton. 

“master marius, I cannot help you if I don’t know what material you’re dealing with. you could risk—

“it’s the bed sheets!” 

the goddamn silence again. marius looks at payton from the corner of his eye, avoiding full eye contact. great now payton’s gonna put two and two together and figure out exactly what it implies.

“the covers too?”

“…yes.”

“those are different materials. separate the cotton from the silk and wash them separately.” of course payton would know exactly what materials his bed sheets and covers are, he did pack it for them after all.

marius is reeling. how? what? wash separately? 

“what detergent are you using?”

“i don’t know. the normal one?”

“with fragrance? is it plant-based?”

marius scrambles through the laundry cabinet, trying to read the labels on the bottles.

“fuck i don’t know. it says lavender. that’s plant-based right?”

“no. that means it has fragrance. you can’t use that, it’ll trigger your allergy.”

“what the fuck? what is plant-based then?”

“oh and make sure it says detergent, not softener.”

marius pauses in the chaos, brain flatlining.

“what the fuck is a softener?!?!”

after almost an hour of back and forth of payton asking questions and marius asking questions back for having no idea what anything means, they finally came to a conclusion that it’s a lost cause—for now at least.

“I’ll have vincent send it over to you.”

“certainly, master marius.”

“please don’t tell rosa about this.”

“I will not.” 

when vincent came through the door, he had specifically asked for the ���coitus-stained sheets and covers’ to which marius responded with a mortified look on his face

“i’m gonna kill payton.” he should’ve said not to tell a soul, vincent included. 

the next time they stained the sheets again, marius resigned and called payton over to finally teach him how to use the goddamn contraption

Pax is gonna have to build an auto washing machine that can separate the materials and choose the washing modes by itself because fuck this shit seriously

why is doing laundry this complicated??

he doesn’t outright admit it but payton do enjoy teaching his young master the ways to conquer laundry activities. ever since he’s moved out of the mansion, he found that he actually missed him and his theatrics

so times like these are precious

even if it means having to learn about the fact that this young boy and his fiance are sex fiends and the sheets and covers need to be washed at least once a week, every week

so teaching him how to do it himself from now on is for the best. because there’s no way in hell he’s doing it again

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just a fun drabble i had lying around in drafts. originally written for twitter so that explains the shortness. i just love the people in marius’ life like vincent and payton and do enjoy writing them. 

also i guess you can say the sequel to this is ride your king where it mentions that marius has learned how to do the laundry at the end 😌 

#drabble #marius von hagen #lu jinghe

[lunnybunny12]

Eddie Munson X Reader

You play?

A/n: never written for Eddie before and not proud of this might edit this doen the line if i make a part 2 

Masterlist 

Requests are open

"You come across a mess hall, filled to the brim with all sorts of faces and creatures from far off lands that you had never heard of. everyone is holding frothing gords if ale and overall having a good time." 

It was quiet. Then again the shop was always quiet on weekdays... and weekends when you thought about it. 

"This is SO boring!" Jessica groaned. "We've been doing  this for hours"

You glared at her. " Were not even doing a campaign. I'm just running through the story"

"It's still boring"

Dnd was never Jessies thing. It was just something she pretended to care about to keep you happy. She'd go along with it as long for short periods but she eventually tired of it. 

You pinched the bridge of your nose and walked to the back room where tom was sat checking the computer. 

"Oh let them complain." Tom chuckled " You won't see her again after today. Then you can clock out and forget all about this place."

You raked your hands through your hair and sat next to Tom. 

Tom was the best boss you ever had. He was like if Santa Claus had a baby with John Candy. Very kind and sweet old man with a can-do attitude to boot. You always really liked Tom.

"I know, I'm just...."

"Nervous? Everyone gets nervous when they go to a new school. It's natural." He smiled and tapped your leg.

"What if no one likes me?"

Tom just laughed and looked at you through his thick glasses. "If no one likes you then THEY are the ones missing out. Not you. And with your looks and imagination? Their gonna love you in Hawkins."

"Thanks, Tom."  You stood and grabbed your bag from the coat hooks.

"Will I still have a job here next summer?"

"Hell,y/n you'll have a job here for as long as you like. But on one condition."

"Shoot."

"Find some friends... Make an effort. Ok?"

"Ok, Tom. I will" you said hugging him.  "Thank you"

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Hawkins High was small compared to what you were used to. 

Built wall to ceilings with thick, cheap cinder blocks, painted in the school's green and orange colour scheme that made your eyes burn.

Dotted around the hallways were large panels of cork, drowning in sheets of paper and laminated notices. 

You were about to walk past when you saw a piece of white paper with a devil on it that read "Hellfire club. needing new blood" 

"Hellfire club?.... the hell is that?" you mumbled to yourself.

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Halfway through lunch, you found a seat at an almost empty table and began scribbling in your notebook. 

"A goblin enemy? no. half-ork? Dragon born?..... Dragon born."

At the other end of the table, a pair of eyes were flickering over to you every few seconds. They scanned you up and down in curiosity.

"Eddie, stop staring at the new girl dude it's creepy," Dustin said. mouth full of food. 

"Hush Henderson, I am simply observing."

"Well "observe" them less creepily. Besides we need to be looking for new members, not girlfriends."

"I mean he's got a point there Eddie." Mike piped in from next to Dustin " With Lucas in the basketball team, who knows when he'll be coming next"

Eddie wasn't paying attention. He was still observing you intently. Your hands still jotting down whatever was in your head. He watched your lips move as you re-read your work. He was fascinated by you.

Your hair was done in your favourite style and the oversized jacket you wore made you look cute. At least to him anyway. 

"shit!" you whispered to yourself as you tugged your book bag to the seat next to you and rummaged around. 

The jibber-jabber of the freshmen was like white noise to the mettle head at that point. Twisting the rings on his fingers until he saw you pull a familiar red book from your bag.

He immediately sprang to his feet and walked to you. For a few seconds, he lingered behind you, reading what little he could see in your notebook. His eyes weren't deceiving him, what he saw you pull out of the bag was a pretty battered looking Dnd players handbook. 

With a smile, he flapped his arms about and mouthed to the boys " She plays!!" 

Both Dustin and Mike looked at him like he was crazy "What?" 

"She plays DnD!!" he whisper shouted from behind you.

At hearing the little conversation you giggled and looked at the man behind you. He was pretty tall, lanky with chocolate brown eyes and hair that would make the whole band of Queen jealous. He wore black ripped jeans, a blue denim jacket that had different band badges and pins on it (some you recognised), white sneakers and a black and white baseball t-shirt with the words "Hellfire club" printed on it. 

"Hellfire?" you mumbled

You must have been looking at him longer than you were supposed to because you were pulled from your thoughts when you heard the man joke " Like what you see, princess?" 

"Yes, I'm loving the Ozzy Osborn look. very cute"

Eddie laughed and looked a little pink.

"Sorry about him," Henderson said. " He's just excited you play DnD"

You looked directly at the man in front of you and said "Dungeons and Dragons? Is that what Hellfire is? A DnD club?"

The smile that rose on your face when you realised what Hellfire was made Eddie smile right back. 

He straddled the seat next to you and got insanely close to your face. In response, you laughed and covered your face trying to hide your blush. 

At getting a closer look at him, you thought he was pretty. Deep brown eyes, a nice smile, practically invisible stubble and just an overall kind vibe. 

"It is indeed little lady" Eddie smiled  "Eddie Munson"

" (Your full name)... you guys looking for new members?"

#stranger things season 4 #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #hellfire club

[gallawitchxx]

weekly tag wednesday thursday!

oooh baby, look at all the hotties that tagged me to play yesterday: @darlingian @creepkinginc @suzy-queued @metalheadmickey @too-schoolforcool @lingy910y @crossmydna @sgtmickeyslaughter @iansw0rld @juliakayyy @thisdivorce & @energievie !!!! THANKS HOTTIES! how fun!

how is your day going?: so far so good! i honestly laid in bed for hours this morning - much longer than i intended to. but i think that's fine!

are you okay?: life has been super whumpy lately & i haven't been riding the waves all that gracefully. but yeah, i'm okay! this too shall pass.

what is your favourite shade of your favourite colour?: i don't really have a favorite color, but i love turquoise that's more blue than green.

are you single?: i am Very Married!

are you happy about that?: yeah! my wife's the best! we have our shit, like all couples do, but i wouldn't be who or where i am today without her. i'm very lucky.

what age do you feel in your brain?: oooh... 970?

do you feel like the good times are behind you or ahead of you?: both! past, present & future good times for me, bayybeee!

do you have a best friend?: many! but in the traditional sense, yes. i have two besties who i've known since childhood & it's a blessed miracle that we're still loving up on each other after all of these years.

did you have a childhood pet?: i had fish & a couple of cats!

do you sing or whistle around the house?: oh, i was literally just singing take me or leave me from rent (both parts thank you very much) while doing the dishes! so yes! my wife & i also are constantly making up dumb songs lolol.

do you light candles or incense?: yes yes both! more candles now, but incense when we used to *gasp* smoke weed inside hahahalksgjsl. but now we're strictly backyard stoners, so the candles work just fine. plus, i have tons of witchy candles too that i'm always working with for spells & such.

are you busy Friday night?: no? lol. what day is it? we have some weekend plans, so a friday night in sounds grand!

if you were a circus performer which act would you be in?: probably a fortune teller (typecast), but i think in another life, i'd want to be a trapeze artist & swing from the rafters!

what is your favourite outfit?: oooh this one's easy! a white mock turtleneck, my black Wildfang overalls, and sneakers!

what's the last thing you created?: i'm working on a writing project for work & still attempting my end of the Having a Ball collab with @callivich (hi calli, ily calli, thank you for your patience calli), but i suppose the last thing i created was this art of mickey's booty.

what is your favourite fic or book of all time?: it might need an update, but my forever favorite book is a tale of two cities by charles dickens. my favorite fic? shit that's hard. eerrrrmmmm - i truly cannot answer this, sorry lolol.

what are you looking forward to?: by this time next month (plus a few days), i'll have hugged all of my favorite people! HOW EXCITING FOR ME!

what can put you immediately in a better mood?: a movie night with the pals! a play sesh with my pup! a smoocherooooo.

do you like hugs?: love 'em! c'mere! let me squeeze you round the middle & bury my nose in your neck!

what is something you wish people understood about you?: oooh. um, i think that because i'm pretty positive all the time, people don't think to check in on me & see if i'm doing ok? this isn't a plea by any means lol - i'm good! - but it takes a lot of effort to keep a good attitude when the world can be so harsh. also! i'm a witch! don't mess with me! *wink*

tagging @heymrspatel @howlinchickhowl @whatwouldmickeydo @whatthebodygraspsnot @milk-o-bitch & @squidyyy23 - who may not ever see this, but who i almost put down for favorite fic! (i'm DAD's #1 stan!) & who i miss every day of my life! if you don't want to play, that's cool! imagine we're laying together in a field of green, looking up at a clear, sunny sky. ily.

#thanks for tagging me y'all! #weekly tag wednesday #tagged

[greypetrel]

What is the first thing each of your OCs does when they wake up?

Hi Mo! ✨

Ok, this got me thinking a little and it's become a morning routine description, oops? xD Alyra on top and the rest under the cut!

(hi, if you're reading, feel free to ask me about my blorbos! :3)

Alyra: Grabs the knife under her pillow better. Just to be sure, she checks she's alone in the room. She found out three assassins this way, don't blame her. She gets up, get dressed, has a quick breakfast up to her room as she reads her mail and reports. Cleaning up takes longer, she has a very precise routine (she's the one that in a modern AU will go fully Korean routine), carefully braids her hair so by the time she walks out she's in pristine condition. If she's with Morrigan, the first thing in the morning is greeting Kieran and teach him to wield a dagger. Mages can use some self-defense too, keep that dagger straight, you don't want to cut yourself. (it's a real dagger? Yes. He'll pay more attention like this). If she's with Alistair, the ritual includes waking him up when she's done with her hair. "You can't braid anyway, why would I wake you up sooner?" "You're so romantic, my heart is melting." "Don't let it trickle on the carpet, please."

Raina: Rolls over, groans loudly, begs Beowoof to let her sleep and to go to her brother (but scratches his ears anyway because he is a good boi). When said brother arrives and free her from the dog, she falls back asleep for some times more, if she's not particularly stressed or anxious. Stays in bed anyway. When she wakes up for real, it's a kiss to Merrill and one to Bela, and then she goes kick Fenris out of bed (he's very happy about it, yes, only besties threaten each other of very painful deaths. "Yes yes you can take my uterus first, please do if it'll free me of periods. Here, I'll raise my shirt for you, suit yourself.") and get some exercise together. He was the one to train her with some better form with her daggers, they kept the habit. By the time Garrett is back, everyone is ready for breakfast.

Garrett: Stretches and smiles to the new day, kisses Fenris good morning, dresses, retrieves Beowoof from Raina's room. Goes jogging as he walks the dog, enjoys the city in the hours of dawn when just the bakers and fishermen are up and about. He won't really miss Kirkwall, but he will remember fondly running around with the dog, greeted by the early workers and enjoying the sky painting in nice colours, enjoying the quiet and be able to think better than in the house. Plays some with the dog, buys some baked goods for everyone and then heads back home for breakfast.

Aisling: Rolls over and cuddles the person she sleeps with as she rests for 5 minutes more. When she's alone she fights her maid, Frida, that gets her out of bed each morning and scolds her because she stayed awake to the wee hours again and she is surly and groggy now and she left her room a mess. The scolding task was officially left to Cullen with a relieved sigh when he moved over to her room. A pity he sleeps as little as her, so poor Frida now has to wake up TWO people who slept to little and are groggy. After then it's breakfast time. Post Trespasser, she'll walk the dogs and go feed the animals as Cullen cooks breakfast for them.

Radha: She wakes up naturally each morning at the same hour. Doesn't stand too long in bed and gets up. She's very grumpy when she's just awake, and the first thing is always going to get some tea to wake up, which she sips while reading. After she has her tea, she is functional and can be spoken to and can properly start with her morning activities. The clan knows she's even less talkative in the morning, she makes herself scarce in Skyhold until she's functional. Solas learnt quickly that every greeting before tea is only met with a "No." (he finds her cute).

Max: Switches off her alarm clock, wakes Liara up if she's there with a horribly cheesy pet name. She uses a new one each day. Feed the fishes and hope they won't die, feed the hamster and then some light exercise, a shower, get dressed and fix her make-up. Then she goes to the kitchen to brew some coffee herself because nobody is allowed to touch her moka pot anymore after Gardner washed it with soap, and coffee is the only one thing her petty-italian gene will run strong about (she eats pineapple on pizza and breaks the spaghetti, would live on junk food and fizzy drinks, but coffee? Espresso or death). A cup of coffee, some biscuits as she reads the news, and she's good to go to.

#petrel replies #morning routines #this was fun xD #anders started a rumour that Alyra's hair won't get ruffled if you try #after the first time they went camping and she emerged from her tent in the morning in perfect conditions not a lock out of place. #Everyone else looking like they had a close encounter with a Pride Demon? NOT HER.

[goldilockswrites]

Hey this is what I commented about! Could you maybe write a fluffy story where All of måneskin come to your home town for the first time and you go on a walk with them all and take them into a forest as they all say things like “girl do you know where we are” and a really confused boyfriend (Thomas) , it’s ok if not but if you can then thanks 💗🌹🌷

The Part Of Me I’ll Always Need - Thomas Raggi

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Pairing: Thomas Raggi x Reader (she/her) + Guest Appearances from Ethan Torchio, Damiano David and Victoria De Angelis

Requested: Yes

Summary: Y/N’s boyfriend decides to surprise her, by bringing his bandmates to her hometown. The girl suggests they take a walk through the forest and have a picnic. As it turns out after a good hour of wandering it seems they can’t find the spot. Just as they begin doubting Y/N’s knowledge of the trees surrounding here house they find out she’s been planning a surprise all along.

Warnings:  Fluff (Is that even a warning?); Proofread, but there is a chance there are mistakes, since I typed this out at 2 A.M. 

A/N: Hey! Here is another Thommy story, brought to you by Monster and moi (I’m not actually sponsored, by Monster, but at this point with how many cans I’ve had I think it’s time they do.)  I hope you enjoy! :) Love, Axe <3

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The sunlight mustered a magnificent mosaic - gold reflecting from each leaf and branch. Each ray fell gently on bumpy surfaces, as if it was happy to be a part of this mural. Y/N sat in bed - an almost empty cup of coffee on her nightstand, an open laptop on her lap. Manuscripts upon manuscripts. Dull, borning, pretentious. She couldn’t help rolling her eyes; life was ugly, emotions weren’t always beautiful and gracious. There was darkness in the light; and there was light in the darkness, always. However these concepts seemed to be left out of most of these future best-selling authors’ works.

Three knocks distracted her from her work. Y/N put her slippers on walking over to the door. The cabinet in the small halfway was a mess - bottles of hairspray, make-up, jewellery, nail polish, sunglasses. She grabbed the colourful bunch - more keychains than keys hung on the silver ring. One of the eiffel tower, for when she was away, which seemed pretty pointless now that she was home and could see it every time she got out on her balcony for a smoke; one of the colosseum - it reminded her of Rome, the summer she met her boyfriend, the apartment they bought together; the third one was a metal sunflower, the fourth - a red paperclip. She swiftly twisted the key, unlocking the door.

“Buongiorno, mademoiselle." A huge bunch of the yellow flowers was clutched in a man’s hand, a backpack resting by his side. Thomas. “Sun! What are you doing here?” The girl left the bouquet on the ground, throwing her arms around the man. “Well, we happened to be passing by and I decided to come visit, my love.” Y/N glowed as the guitarist kissed her lips. She took a second to observe him.

His gorgeous green eyes fogged with exhaustion; his freckles - now lighter; hair slightly shorter. A wide shirt hung around his frame, most of the buttons left unbuttoned revealing his chest and leaving his tattoos on display.

“Anyway, enough about me. How have you been?” Thomas’ irises sparkling with excitement as they walked to her bedroom. “Well, Mr. International superstar, my life is far less entertaining than yours. All I’ve done the past few months was argue with book agents and try my best to make pretentious fucks, sound more like human beings and less than robots trying to figure out how the human world functions.” Y/N’s gaze wandered around the room landing upon a paint-coated canvas, wrapped in sparkly paper with a tulle bow in the middle. “Oh, I was also invited to this very cool exhibition and might have spoken to the artist about you… And we may or may not have made you a little… Well… Gift.” The girl grabbed the edge of the frame, sliding it to the boy. “Open it.”

His long fingers worked on ripping the paper, a slight shake to his hands. Soon it was all gone, the present revealed - a painting of Y/N and him. He immediately recognised the photo it was inspired by, a polaroid they had taken before tour - Thomas was on his knees on the messy sheets; his girlfriend positioned between his legs, champagne-coloured lingerie adorning her body; his lips were sunk into her shoulder. The room behind them - chaotic; an almost empty bottle of wine and an abundance of clothes thrown around.

“Do you like it?” Y/N placed her head on his back. “I fucking love it.” The sound of a doorbell going off interrupted them, just as their lips were about to touch. “Ugh…” The girl rolled her eyes, as she got to the door. Her own surprise awaited her on her doorstep - the rest of her friends stood in front of her. “Guys! What are you doing here?” She yelled excitedly, throwing her arms around Ethan’s neck. “Hey, kiddo.” He smiled at her. “How have you been?” “Pretty good, grandpa.” Y/N/N giggled. “What about you?” “Tired, but happy.” The drummer nodded. “So, we didn’t interrupt you and the cowboy, did we?” Damiano inspected the make-up that laid on the counter in the room.

“I told someone we should wait…” Victoria pointed towards the singer. “But he didn’t listen.” “No, no, problem at all. We were just talking.” The girl nodded. “Hey, Cobra!” The vocalist patted Thom’s back. “What did you and mademoiselle over here do, huh? You know I am too young to become an uncle, yes?” “Chill, Y/N was kind enough to give me a gift.” “So did you give her the souvenirs or not?” The bassist pushed the boy.

She always thought of the blond as her younger brother, so when he asked for help to buy gifts for his girlfriend, she couldn’t help, but wander into all the shops that seemed to have things that would fit the taste of the editor. In the end, the trinkets of all their destinations were stored in a beautiful velvet bag; the items inside varied from rings, bracelets and charms, to CDs and books.

“Not yet.” The boy smiled sheepishly, before he reached into his bag taking out the purple pouch. “Here you go, love.” Y/N smiled widely, almost tearing up. “Thank you so much, sun! You are so thoughtful!” She kissed his cheek. Her fingertips pulled the ribbons apart, opening the bag. Inside she first spotted an abundance of rings: butterflies, flowers, bees, lions; five CDs - all limited edition albums of her favourite musicians; and a compilation of Charles Bukowski’s poetry. “Flower…” Y/N/N teared up. “This is seriously one of the kindest things ever!” The girl threw her arms around the boy one more time. Damiano cleared his throat behind them. “I’d hate to ruin your romantic moment over there, but if you wouldn’t mind, Thomas, we would all want to speed some time with lil’.” “I am taller than you.” Y/N snickered.

“Of course, of course. Now where should we go?” “Would you guys like to have a picnic? I can get some pastries and coffee from the bakery downstairs and we can take a walk through the forest.” “That sounds like a genius idea.” Vic giggled. “How about we go get them and the boys get the luggage inside.” Y/N/N pretended to think for a minute, before laughing at the request and nodding in agreement.

“Jasmine” seemed small and dark - quite the uninviting view, from anyone unaware of the peace and charm the bakery actually had. No more than 1500 square feet; a chequered floor, teal walls and glass fridges filled with all sorts of sweets - cakes, cookies, muffins and macaroons. “Salut!” Maya lifted her gaze from the display. Her grey-ish hair concealed in a net; skin flecked with sunspots. “Salut, Maya! Ça va?” The girl answered cheerfully. "Ça va, et toi?” The elderly woman answered. “Tres bien. Merci!” Y/N’s gaze slipped from pastry to pastry, discussing what she should get with the bassist. In the end they settled on what to order, asking for it to be placed in a brown paper bag.

Outside the weather was even more sunny than before. The boys stood by the little building smoking cigarettes stuck deep in a conversation about some song. “Hey, boys! We got the food, do you want to get going?” Y/N asked, raising the bag in her left hand. “Of course.” Thomas jogged forward, grabbing the pouch from her and clutching her hand, sealing their lips, before letting her drag him in the direction she had in mind, the rest of the band following. It didn’t take long before they were wandering into a forest-like territory, which was in reality a park, steering off sandy and stone paths and walking through the grass.

Insects flew around them, small lizards making leaves and branches crunch under their bodies.

“Y/N/N, I am not saying I doubt your orientation abilities, but are you sure we are headed the right way?” Ethan was the first one to ask, feeling creeped out by the view of trees behind, in front and to the sides. “I am absolutely sure,we are headed the correct way. We are almost there.”

As if on cue a patch of bare ground appeared on the horizon. “Here we go!” Y/N gestured to the spot, ducks swimming around in the lake, flowers growing close to the water. The girl grabbed the guitarist by the hand, dragging him to the stone-covered ground. “Okay, there’s actually a very important reason I got you guys here exactly.” The girl took out a small box from her back pocket. “Thommy, you make me the happiest woman alive. I’ve never known happiness this strong, before I was with you. I love you and you are the part of me I’ll always need. Will you marry me?” The blond stared at her in disbelief, gaze darting from her face over to the silver band. Still speechless he took his necklace off, opening the pendant that hung on the thin chain - a flat ring inside; the band glimmered, seven small stones set on it.

“I- Y/N, I never want to let you go either.” The boy smiled, as tears filled both of their eyes. “Yes.” He said. “I will marry you.” The woman nodded, placing the ring on his finger with a shaky hand. Extending her own for him to place the ring atop hers. “Okay, can we finally eat?” Damiano giggled excitedly, clapping his hands together.

#maneskin fanfiction #thomas raggi fanfiction #ethan torchio fanfiction #victoria de angelis fanfiction #damiano david fanfiction #thomas raggi imagine #thomas raggi x reader #thomas raggi #ethan torchio x reader #ethan torchio imagine #ethan torchio #victoria de angelis x reader #victoria de angelis fanfic #victoria de angelis #damiano david imagine #damiano david x reader #damiano david #maneskin imagine #maneskin #maneskin x reader

[pinkuclown]

I need to get this out of my head.

Listen, I love it when people write and draw things about Shirakumo coming back where everyone is happy and everything is a lovely pink colour BUT I NEED ANGST

I need the three of them to go through real problems if this ever happened.

First of all: Was Shirakumo conscious while being Kurogiri? If he was, would he be able to remember his friends? Or would Yamada and Aizawa have to put the puzzle back together in his head for his memories come back?

I personally like the first one where he remembers everything, because there would be trust between Shirakumo and the other two.

Now according to that

Aizawa (I don't have too many thoughts about him)

It takes him a really long time to get comfortable with Shirakumo's presence again

If you didn't know the whole thing, you would though that Aizawa doesn't like Shirakumo at all

That's not true though

He's just afraid to get attached and lose him again

He avoids him most of the time

And obviously feels really guilty about it

and him being there is not helping at all

He still takes care of Eri

He eventually starts to get along with him after a couple of months

Yamada

He takes care of Shirakumo 24/7

Literally, they both live in the same house

Hizashi moved this radio studio to the house

Why? Shirakumo is VERY unstable when he's alone for longs periods of time

And by long periods I mean 3-4 hours

Hizashi gets tired of this sometimes

But hey, it's his friend after all right?

Shirakumo is the one that needs help right now

"It's ok, we can do this" he repeats to himself on every night Shirakumo can't sleep

He sometimes feels like a single mother taking care of the child she didn't want in first place

He would never hate him, but sometimes he wants things to be like when he wasn't around.

And can't help to feel like shit. Like, damn

He knows that Shirakumo's having his fifth panic attack of the day but he literally offered to take care of him? Even though he was warned about everything, he still signed up for it

Because leaving him with the hero security shit wasn't an option

Shirakumo

His quirk is now the same as Kurogiri's

When he was "brought back", he went in coma for almost two months

His family was notified during that

And when he woke up, he literally couldn't walk or even talk

Like when you haven't played a game in a long time and you forgot even the simplest things

With Recovery Girl and Eric's help, it took him a month and a half to properly communicate and like six months to stand or walk without help

The only thing that he has to wear is a flexible metal piece to support his head into his column

Hizashi was with him during the whole recovery. Aizawa usually checked on them but mainly Hizashi, it was almost all in his shoulders after all

He was later informed about Nemuri. He was sad of course, but not really surprised since she never showed up in those almost ten months

He's not the sunshine boy he was before

As I said before, he remembers everything: before and after the accident.

Even some fragments of an old man using his body as an experiment

He knows he used to be nothing like he is now, both mentally and physically

that really messes up with him

Shirakumo usually struggles a lot with his appearance. Reflective things are in the top 5 things that he now hates

He is much more irritable than before, but he tries his best to not kill those loud blondes dudes from both hero courses

And struggles a lot with nightmares

He feels guilty. Everyone is so worried about him and he hates that

He wants to pretend that he's ok even tho he can go days without sleeping

He also hates that Hizashi won't rest as well

When they're at UA, Shirakumo stays with Yamada

And sometimes Eri, because she's the other one person that Shirakumo gets along with. She thinks that Shirakumo is really sweet and calm, and she also enjoys coloring books with him

When he's with Yamada, it's like watching a puppy follow someone everywhere

When his friend is teaching, he brings a chair and sit with him at the desk and sometimes helps student with their English homework

He still wants to be a hero

So after being fully used to everything, Principal Nezu lets him join the hero course, despite him being like 20 by that time

It's not his fault after all

Edit: for the first year, Shirakumo had a lot of migraines at random times. He also could be walking normally and from one moment to another, he would have been taken to see Recovery Girl because he randomly passed out in the hallway

So yeah, that's all I have to say for now

If you're still here, thanks for reading

#loud cloud #bnha oboro #bnha shirakumo #shirakumo oboro #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #present mic #yamada hizashi #hizashi yamada #eri chan #eri bnha #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #kuroboro #oboro shirakumo #mha oboro

[sequinsmile-x]

Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Thirteen

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

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Sorry it's been almost 2 weeks since I last updated this one, I hope you enjoy it <3

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A full list of warnings for the fic can be found on the Series Master List and will be updated as we go along

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September 2008

Emily yawns as she looks at the clock on the nightstand, sighing as she looks at the time. They’d just been about to settle down for dinner when Strauss called, demanding Aaron went back to the office for some paperwork that apparently couldn’t wait until Monday. He’d turned down Emily’s offer to buy a burner phone and leave Strauss some very colourful voicemails and headed back to work. It was taking longer than they’d hoped and she decides to try to get some sleep. 

She’s just about to turn over, to switch off the lamp, when the door creaks open and she hears a tiny voice.

“Daddy?”

She sits up and looks over to the door and is met by the sight of Jack in his rumbled pyjamas, his hair a mess from where he’d been sleeping. He had his favourite stuffed animal, a bear she’d given him the first time they’d met, hanging from his hands and tear tracks on his face that make her heart twist. 

“Hi sweetie,” she says softly, “Daddy had to go back to work for a little bit.” 

“Why?” He asks, looking unsure as he gazes around the room, and she’s suddenly very aware this is the first time it’s been just the two of them alone together. 

“His boss needed his help with something.” 

He sniffs, wiping at his nose, “The dragon lady?” 

Emily covers a laugh with a cough and makes a mental note to make sure she was more careful about how she spoke when Jack was around. She decides to change the subject, hoping he doesn’t notice. 

“Are you ok, Jack?” 

He looks down at the ground as if he’s embarrassed, “I had a bad dream.” 

Her heart twists again, and she feels overwhelmed by the need to make it better for him. To cheer him up and fight off anything that wanted to hurt him, even if it was his own imagination. 

“Oh, I’m sorry honey,” she says, itching to reach out for him but knowing it had to be his call. He stands there staring at her as if he wasn’t sure what he wants, and she smiles at him, “Did Daddy ever tell you about my magic hugs?” 

He furrows his brows, looking so much like Aaron it makes her smile, “Magic hugs?” 

She hums in response, nodding at him as she sits up even further in bed, enthusiasm injected into her voice as she softly encourages him. 

“Remember when Daddy was sick a few weeks ago, he had a cold?” She says, and Jack nods, taking a tentative step closer to the bed, “What do you think made it better?” 

“A hug?” He asks, stepping closer again, and she nods in response even though she knew it was more likely the Tylenol she’d made him take. Although Aaron would argue it was the 12 hours he’d spent with his face buried against her collarbone.

“Of course.” 

Decision made, Jack finishes his journey across the room and climbs into bed with her. She pulls him into a hug and kisses the top of his head, the ache in her chest easing as he settles into her embrace. 

“Do you want to tell me about your dream?” She asks, and he shakes his head, burying his face into her neck, reaching out for her hair and wrapping his fingers into it, “You just want to cuddle?” He nods, and she kisses his head again, rocking him slightly in her arms. 

“Emmy?” He says eventually, and she looks down at him, smiling as their eyes meet. 

“Yes, sweetie?” 

“You pretty,” he says, still playing with her hair, “Like a princess.” 

She’s surprised by the way she blushes. How the compliment from the almost 3-year-old means more to her than most of the things any romantic partner had said to her over the years. She clears her throat, leaning down to kiss his forehead. 

“Thank you, Jack.” 

___

When Aaron gets home the apartment is quiet.

He makes quick work of making sure the door is locked before he abandons his briefcase over the back of the couch. Any frustration he felt towards Strauss for taking an evening with his family away from him is gone the moment he opens his bedroom door. 

Emily and Jack are fast asleep on her side of the bed. The toddler is curled up around her, one hand grasping her pyjama shirt and the other his favourite teddy bear. It makes him smile, love for both of them almost knocks him off of his feet. 

He does a quick version of his nighttime routine before climbing into bed with them. The dip of the mattress wakes up Emily, and she groans, blindly reaching out behind her for him.

“Aaron?”

“It’s me, sweetheart,” he replies quietly, “Go back to sleep. Sorry I was gone so long,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to her head, wanting to make sure he didn’t wake her up entirely. “Although, I’ve been gone a few hours and there is already another man in your bed.” 

She chuckles, the sound hoarse with sleep, and she shifts to look at him, her eyes barely open. 

“He had a nightmare,” she explains, sleeping reaching for him and patting his cheek when she sees his face fall, “He’s ok, I fixed it,” she says, not a trace of her earlier anxieties anywhere to be found. 

Aaron can’t help but smile at the way she’s phrased it, or the sleepy smile on her face. He gathers her into his arms, shifting them so they were closer to Jack, the little boy just within reach. 

“You fix a lot of things,” he replies, running his hand up and down her back to lull her back to sleep. 

“You say the cheesiest shit,” she mumbles, “Although you might have some competition Agent Hotchner, according to your son I’m pretty like a princess.” 

Aaron chuckles, shaking his head as he presses a kiss to the top of her head, “He’s not wrong, sweetheart. Go to sleep.”

“Love you.”

“I love you too,” he replies, and he feels her get heavier against him, her breath evening out against his neck, “More than you know.” 

___

“Is it bad that I’m hoping for a case?”

Emily chuckles and turns in her chair to look at Derek, smirking at the pile of paperwork on his desk. 

“Last time I said something like that to Aaron he threatened to make me go to a psych eval,” she quips, and he laughs too, leaning back in his chair as he shakes his head at her. 

“How did you get out of that one?”

She raises an eyebrow at him, biting her lower lip as she tries to contain her mischievous smile, “I don’t think you want to know the answer to that.” 

“Oh gross,” he says, grimacing when she simply laughs louder at him, “I don’t need to know about what you and Hotch get up to.” 

She rolls her eyes, swinging back and forth in her chair, “We’re both adults. And besides,” she winks at him, “You asked.” 

Derek narrows his eyes at her, and opens his mouth to respond, something she was sure would have been inappropriate on the tip of his tongue, but he’s cut off by Aaron. 

“Em?” 

The use of her first name in the office makes concern spark in her belly, and when she turns to face him, her smile slips away entirely at the look on his face. 

“Aaron, what’s wrong?” She asks, already standing up, rounding her desk to stand next to him. She has to put her hands in her jacket pockets to stop herself from reaching out for him. 

“That was Jack’s school, he fell off the jungle gym,” he says, his jaw tight, his emotions ready to snap, “They think he broke his arm.” 

She feels a physical ache in her chest at the mere thought of Jack being hurt. It briefly makes her freeze, but she snaps out of it - knowing she had to be there for Aaron. She gives in to her instincts and reaches out for him, placing her hand on his arm and squeezing. 

“Did they take him to the hospital and call Haley too?” She asks, and he nods in response, “Then we’ll go meet her there. Go to your office and get your things.” She says, turning to look at Derek, “Morgan-”

“I’ll keep things running here, and if Strauss sticks her nose in I’ll say it was a family emergency.” 

She sighs gratefully, offering him a smile, “Thanks, Derek,” she says, reaching for her bag, “I owe you one.” 

“All I ask is that you stop telling me stuff about your sex life,” he deadpans, winking at her to let her know he was just trying to make her feel better. 

She laughs tightly, the brief flash of levity desperately needed, and she’s already walking away when she responds. “I will when you stop reacting.” 

She meets Aaron at the glass doors and walks to the elevator with him. She spots the keys to his car in his hand, and she takes them from him, before slipping her fingers between his. He looks at her, his eyebrows furrowed. 

“If you think you’re driving, you’ve got another thing coming,” she says, raising an eyebrow at him as the elevator doors open. 

He concedes with a sigh and a brief nod. Grateful that she was here, that she knew how to quietly look after him. 

“Come on,” she says gently, squeezing his hand as she leads him into the elevator, “The sooner we leave, the sooner we get there.”

___

The nurse makes her wait in the waiting room. 

They’d arrived at the same time as Haley and approached the desk together, all of them saying Jack’s name in unison at the slightly startled-looking nurse at the reception desk. Emily had been poised to use her badge if necessary, her hand already reaching for it when the nurse allowed Aaron and Haley to pass before stopping her. 

“Mom and Dad only I’m afraid.” 

The words kept going around in her head. As did the look on Aaron’s face as he narrowed his eyes, ready to yell at anyone who would listen that she needed to go through too. She’d simply squeezed his hand and told him to go, that she’d be fine. It had taken a second but he’d listened, following the nurse with his ex-wife next to him.

She wished she could have gone with them. That she could have seen Jack herself, the quick text Aaron had sent her to assure her the little boy was fine doing nothing to make her feel better. Instead, she sits in the hallway, her leg bouncing up and down as she twists her engagement ring around her finger. 

It doesn’t help that this was the same hospital Aaron had stayed in after Foyet’s attack. That this was the same waiting room she’d sat in, covered in his blood, as she struggled to come to terms with the fact she could lose him. 

She has no idea how much time has passed, seconds feeling like hours, by the time she hears her name being called out. 

“Emmy!”

She stands up at the sound of Jack’s voice, relief she doesn’t think she’s ever felt before flooding through her as he runs towards her, slowing down to a walk at Haley’s insistence, a broad grin on his face and a bright purple cast on his left arm. She looks just past him and Aaron and Haley are behind him, struggling to keep up with the little boy. 

“Hi, sweet boy,” she says, leaning down to scoop him up into a hug. She’s as careful with his arm as she can be as she settles him on her hip. She cringes as the hard cast connects with the side of her neck, but he doesn’t react, and it settles some of her anxiety. She kisses his cheek, “Were you brave for the doctor?” He nods enthusiastically, using his good hand to reach out for her hair, tangling his fingers in the dark locks as he so often did when he needed comfort. “Look at your cast.” 

“I got to choose the colour,” he says as Aaron and Haley catch up with them. He frowns slightly, “You weren’t there.” 

She tenses, his innocent observation enough to make her chest tight. An accusation she knows he doesn’t mean as she has taken it finding space to take residence near her heart. 

“You saw how busy it was back there Jack,” Aaron says, walking over to them, his hand gentle at the small of Emily’s back, “There wasn’t room for all of us, so Emily stayed here whilst me and Mommy went back with you.” 

“I wish Emmy was there. Emmy’s hugs make everything better,” Jack says, “Like magic!” 

Emily chuckles at that, kissing the side of his head, “I think my powers aren’t quite strong enough to fix broken bones.” 

Haley smiles as she watches the three of them, pushing down the pain she feels, how she feels on the outside of this moment. She knows that Jack doesn’t mean he wishes Emily had been in the treatment room with him instead of either her or Aaron, but with them. He didn’t understand the complications or see the broken pieces that were all slowly slipping back into place. He just saw his family. Three adults who loved him and made him feel safe. 

Jack had been infatuated with Emily as soon as Aaron introduced them, something that seemed to be mutual. Emily had a natural talent for making children feel comfortable around her and it turned out Jack was no different. It was something that Aaron had mentioned after Emily had joined the team, a half-hearted compliment as he complained about her presence when he still didn’t trust her. 

It wasn’t what Haley imagined when she finally found out she was pregnant with Jack. Months, years, of waiting for the test to come back positive leading up to that moment. When she looks back at it now, it was clear that things between her and Aaron were already starting to fracture even then. Cracks appearing across the landscape of their marriage until they could no longer ignore it. And then it broke entirely. 

It wasn’t what she’d imagined, but it’s what she had. She was glad Aaron had someone who loved him as much as Emily did. That he was with someone who understood him, who was able to draw out the parts of him Haley had once thought were lost. 

Maybe it was time she found someone who could do that for her too. 

She clears her throat, holding back a smile as Aaron and Emily look at her, seemingly only just remembering she was there.

“It’s the weekend,” she says, adjusting the strap of her purse over her shoulder, “So as long as you’re ok with it and leaving work early didn’t cause an issue, he can still go with you?” 

Aaron nods, tightening his hold briefly on Emily, “Yeah, that would be great Haley. We’ll let you know how he’s doing.” 

“Thank you,” she replies, walking over and kissing Jack on the cheek, not wanting to go to the effort of having to shift him into her arms for a hug and then back into Emily’s with the added complication of his arm cast, “You be good for Daddy and Emily, ok?” She says, cupping his cheek and kissing his forehead, “No falling off of anything else this weekend.”

“Yes, Mommy,” he says, nodding in agreement, as if he’d had plans to free dive off of their stairs and would simply rearrange, “Love you.”

“Love you too, baby,” she steps away, smiling at Aaron and Emily as she does, “You’ll drop him home at the usual time on Sunday?” They both nod in agreement and she takes one last look at her son before exchanging goodbyes and heading out of the emergency room. 

They stand in silence for a moment, broken by Jack sighing as he rests his head on Emily’s shoulder. 

“We should go home,” Aaron says, smiling down at them. He doesn’t miss how tightly Emily is holding herself, the tension that had formed when she’d had to stay behind at the nurse's insistence almost visible. “Get this one to bed after his long day.” 

She knows what he hasn’t said, that they’ll talk once Jack is asleep. Go through the things she isn’t sure she knows how to put into words but knows she has to. 

“Yeah,” she says, turning and letting him guide her towards the door, “Let’s go home.” 

___

Jack falls asleep before they get home, worn out by his injury and the drama of the afternoon. Aaron successfully gets him back into the apartment and up the stairs without waking him. He puts his son to bed, his broken arm resting on a pillow, before heading downstairs to find his fiancee. 

He doesn’t have to look far.

Emily is sitting at the kitchen counter, a glass of wine in her hand that she’s sipping, and another on the counter next to her that is clearly intended for him. 

He joins her, dropping a kiss on the top of her head before he sits on the stool next to her. 

“Are you ok, love?” He asks, picking up his glass of wine with one hand, and placing the other on her back.

She chuckles humourlessly, “Surely I should be asking you that question. Your son got hurt today.” 

“Em,” he sighs, “I saw your face when the nurse wouldn’t let you through with us.” 

She licks her lips, turning so she’s looking at her wine instead of him. “Being a step-parent is hard,” she chuckles again, shaking her head at herself, “Not that I’m even officially his step-mother yet,” Emily says, smiling sadly at him, her lower lip trembling with the force of the emotions she tries to hold back, “I love him.”

“I know you do sweetheart.” 

“I love him so much I know I couldn’t love him more even if he were mine,” she says, shaking her head at herself as a tear falls onto her cheek. She wipes it away furiously, “When we have our own kids, I won’t love him differently to them,” she adds, and he reaches out for her, wiping one of her tears away much more delicately than she had, “It’s all just so complicated. And for once I wish it wasn’t.” 

He runs his hand up her back and gently massages the back of her neck, “I’m sorry.” 

“What?” She turns to look at him, before sighing, reaching out to place her hand on his leg, “No, honey that’s not…you don’t have anything to be sorry for. I love you and Jack so much, and fuck by extension I love Haley too. But, there’s always going to be something to consider. I grew up having to consider everything. Every interaction I had, every word I said. Was it the right thing to do? Would my mom or dad get mad,” she chuckles slightly bitterly and shakes her head, “I wouldn’t trade our life, or you, for anything. Today was just a rough day.” 

He nods in agreement, “When we’re married, we’ll figure something out.” He promises, “It would be crazy if we went somewhere and you could do something for our kid but not him.”

She smiles at him and it shakes again, “And if Haley doesn’t agree?” 

“He’s my son too, Em,” he says firmer than he means to, closing his eyes to steady himself before he tries again, “We’ll talk about it. But I’m sure Haley would agree that Jack having more people that love him, who can look after him, isn’t a bad thing.” 

“I guess you’re right,” she says, sounding more sure than she feels. She still feels unsteady, the impact of the day, of Jack’s injury and then the firm reminder of her place in his life, enough to make her feel on edge. “This is going to sound juvenile,” she says, her lips set in a firm line, “But can I have a hug?” 

Every time he thinks he can’t fall more in love with her she proves him wrong. He smiles at her, standing up and turning her on the stool she’s sitting on so she’s facing him. 

“You never have to ask,” he replies, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into his embrace. She loops her arms around him as do her legs, and she buries her face in his chest. “I love you, sweetheart,” he says, frowning slightly as she makes tight fists in the back of his shirt, “Everything will be ok.” 

She closes her eyes tightly, desperate not to cry any more than she already had that evening. 

“I know,” she replies, hoping he doesn’t hear the shake to her voice, “I love you too.” 

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