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keikikait · 3 months

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ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ (ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

this is part 2 of my previous fic, which you can find here

for my other gojo smut, click here!

pairing: gojo x f!reader (not au, gojo is 29, reader is early-mid 20’s)

word count: 2.5k

summary: you’re home from your teacher retreat to nikko, ready for the new term. what you’re not ready for? gojo to come home to you.

warnings: (FOR THIS PART) SMUT - 18+ ONLY! MDNI, dom!gojo and sub!reader, protected sex (pill, not mentioned but its there) degrading (he uses the word slut), hair pulling, nipple play, spitplay (bye….), light edging, finger/thumb sucking (don’t look at me), use of the words [cock, cunt, and tits], slight oral (f receiving), a bit of angst & a bit of mean gojo, nickname use [baby, pretty girl, doll], no use of y/n

a note: i know i said this would be out next week but it was my day off so i wrote it all today. this is less angst, more smut, but i can’t help myself so there is some angst. also, im sorry i made gojo such an asshole, i promise that he will get better! part 3 will be out soon my loves.

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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Your eyes are already open when your alarm goes off.

You didn’t sleep at all. There was no point, even after you finished crying your head hurt too much to sleep, even with some painkillers. You laid there, wide awake all night thinking about Gojo. Did he think of you, too? You turn the alarm off and slide out of bed, your slipper-covered feet shuffling as you make your way around your apartment.

You brush your teeth and look in the mirror. Your eyes are puffy and swollen, mascara smeared down your cheeks. You pop some spoons in the freezer to cool as you clean yourself up and get dressed. Your phone sits untouched on the bedside table, still plugged in.

You sit on the side of your bed, pressing the now cold spoons against your swollen eyes. You take deep breaths, trying to relax. You had every right to be upset, after all. Gojo has no reason to string you along, whispering sweet nothings in your ear at night about how you’re his girl, his doll, his everything. But that’s exactly what that was. Nothing. Maybe, you think, this is some kind of karma. Some sort of punishment for your arrogance, for thinking you could have what everyone else wants, Gojo, and here—at last—it was.

You put on some de-puffing undereye patches that you keep in the fridge and clean your entire apartment spotless to distract yourself, music blasting from the phone in your back pocket. You finally throw out that dead fern you got as a gift from the school board when you first started, and you finally clean out your fridge of the now moldy condiments you tried once on a whim. You’re washing dishes when the front door opens and, suddenly, Gojo steps inside. He had opted for his dark blue circular sunglasses today, an odd choice for the winter but you didn’t mind it. “Hi,” you say, surprised, pulling off the bright marigold gloves and setting them on the side of the sink to dry. For a second, you think about the absolute state of your eyes. The swelling and puffiness had gone down, and even though he had never seen you cry, you think about the fact that even if he noticed your eyes he wouldn’t care enough to ask questions.

“Hey,” is all Gojo says in response. You wait to see if he says anything else, or if he is going to try to explain himself, but he doesn’t, and eventually moves across your apartment to head to the bathroom. You hesitate before you make your way after him, passing his duffel bag on the floor of your closet, which was unzipped and filled with enough clothes that it was clear that he was going to stay for a while.

You feel pathetic admitting it to yourself but having Gojo there — not just in your apartment, but in your room — feels nice. He doesn’t speak to you yet, but his very presence steadies and refocuses you. As grateful as you are that he came back to you, you are also a little disappointed in yourself, by how dependent you are, how weak. Who were you without him?

Eventually, he faces you, peering at you over the top of his glasses. “Hey, pretty girl.”

You swallow hard, willing yourself to be strong, to finally confront him about all of the false promises and the date with Himiko, but you can’t. Not yet. “Hi, Gojo.”

He smiles, reaching you with just one step and collecting you in his arms, wrapping them tightly around your hips. He leans down and kisses you, for the first time in almost nine days, and you feel yourself giving up, giving all power to him.

After a few seconds, he pulls away, smirking. “I missed you. I’m sorry that I didn’t come home last night…I got carried away.”

You’ve noticed over the past eleven months (yes, you kept track) of your situationship that he uses that term a lot; carried away. He uses it when he gets a little too handsy during the free periods at work and when he stares at you a bit too long during staff meetings. He uses it when he forgets to call or text you and when it seems like you’re the last thing on his mind. Maybe you are.

You smile, shrugging. “Don’t worry about it, baby. I’m just glad you’re here now.”

He grins, gently running his hands up your back, lightly scratching his nails against you, making you shiver. “Of course. I always come back home to you.” He bends at the knees and picks you up, carrying you the short distance to your bed before laying you down and climbing on top of you. Excitement fills your body as he leans down and starts placing soft kisses along your neck. You arch into him, whining and tugging on his sleeves, and he chuckles. “Relax, doll. Quit acting so desperate. You’re not in charge here, remember?”

You feel drool pool in your mouth and you quickly swallow it. “I’m sorry, Gojo, it’s just that —”

He interrupts you, sliding his thumb into your mouth to shut you up. “I know, baby, I know. You went eight whole days without my touch and now you’re acting like a desperate little slut,” You nod, hoping he won’t tease you this time. He smirks at the dumb look on your face before saying, “Open.” You do, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out a little. He pulls his thumb away and draws back briefly before spitting into your open mouth. You swallow it without his command. You know what he likes.

He grins, kissing your lips once more before kissing down your chin and neck, slowly sliding off your t-shirt. You whine and squirm under him, and after he pulls your shirt off he clamps his hand over your mouth. “Shut up. If you keep whining, I won’t fuck you at all. Is that what you want?” You shake your head vigorously, that’s the last thing you want. He removes his hand before continuing, “Good. Don’t speak unless I tell you to,” You nod, relaxing into your sheets as he kisses down your chest. He pushes your bra up over your tits, groaning as he squeezes them in his hands. “Fuck. I missed my girls.” You would normally scold him for objectifying you, but at this moment you didn’t care. You wanted his hands on you, and you wanted his dick inside of you as soon as possible.

He takes the sunglasses off and brings one of your nipples to his mouth, lightly brushing his lips against it to tease you. He sticks his tongue out and drags it along your nipple in circles, loving the way your thighs fall open and the little sounds you make. He finally, finally sucks your nipple into his mouth, pinching the other one hard just to feel you squirm. He rolls your bare nipple between his fingers while he lightly nibbles on the one in his mouth. Your head is spinning, and all you can do is tug on his hair as he teases you. He lets go of your nipple with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting it to his lips. He picks it up on his finger and rubs it on your face just to humiliate you.

He kisses down your torso, tugging down your pyjama bottoms and tossing them onto the floor. He kisses your thighs as he pushes them up and against your chest so you’re nice and spread out for him, just as he likes. He notices the wet spot on your plain blue cotton underwear and smirks, rubbing at it with his thumb. “Someone’s eager, aren’t they?”

You take it you can respond to him now. “Fuck, Gojo, please! Please stop teasing me, I already went eight days without you.” The whine in your voice makes him feel so big, so powerful. He barely touches you and you’re already crumbling at his feet. Maybe he should keep you there.

He makes that condescending tsk tsk tsk sound that normally annoys you, but now you can’t help it and you whine and squirm even more. “You’re so desperate, baby. You can’t even handle a little teasing?” He presses his thumb right against your clit, the wet spot spreads even more. “I guess you do have a point, though. I haven’t made you cum since we left for Nikko.” He kisses right above the hem of your underwear before pulling it down, the blue fabric now dangling around your ankle. He moans, pushing your legs back even further and spreading your cunt.

He spits directly onto your pink little hole, watching as it mixes with your juices. In this moment, you’re his. You’re his everything, his girl, his doll. In this moment you actually mean something to him, when you’re spread out and begging for his attention. He runs his pointer finger down your slit, collecting some spit before dragging it back up to your clit and lightly circling it.

You almost cum on the spot. Days of pent-up horniness and teasing and you’re as sensitive as ever. You bite your lip, looking over at him with nothing but love and affection in your gaze. “Please, Gojo. Please don’t tease me. I don’t know if I can handle it.”

He gets comfortable, moving your thighs over his shoulders as he lays down on the bed. “You’ll take what I give you. Don’t disappoint me.” He circles your clit with his finger one last time before leaning down and sucking it into his mouth. You arch your back, your hands finding solace in his hair as you writhe and moan. He moans at your taste, gripping your hips hard as he gets lost in your cute little cunt. You grind against his face, and he lets you, loving the feeling of your clit against his tongue. He teases your hole with his fingers, sliding his thumb in as he swirls his tongue around your clit in circles. You clench up tight, mumbling praises along with I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum! before he pulls away completely. He laughs at the noise you make, and at the way your face contorts and tears well in your eyes. He slaps the inside of your thigh before standing up and unbuttoning his pants. “Oh, come on. Be a good girl for me, okay?”

You move up on the bed, your back supported by your pillows as he climbs over you. You’ve seen his dick a lot, more times than you can count, but the sheer size of it always surprises you. Thick and long, slightly curved to the left, with a pretty pink tip to match. His balls are big, too, full of cum and practically begging to be in your mouth, which waters as soon as you see it.

Gojo looms over you, pushing you onto the bed as he slides in between your legs and gets comfortable. He rubs his tip against you, getting it nice and wet so you don’t struggle with the size as he fucks you, at least not too much. In a moment of pure intimacy, he reaches his hand up and rubs his thumb against your cheek, looking at you with an almost adoring gaze. You go to say something to him but all words escape your throat as he pushes his cock into you. You both moan in unison as he slides in and out slowly.

“God,” he groans, leaning down on his elbows and getting right in your face. “I missed you so much, baby. I know I’m such a dick to you, I just can’t help it, you look so cute when you’re angry…fuck, you feel so good.” He isn’t vocal in bed very often, and your heart swells as you get to watch him come undone and make such pretty noises as he does.

In the heat of the moment, you forgive him. You know you’ll probably regret it, but you can’t stay mad at him when he’s looking at you like you’re the only woman in the world for him. Your smile is cut short by your moan as you manage to say, “It’s okay, Gojo. Please just stay here. Stay here with me.”

Gojo nods, propping himself up on one flat palm as his hips pick up speed. Normally he loves foreplay, he can tease you and edge you for hours, but the time spent without you in his arms and without you wrapped around his cock was too much to bare for him. He knows he fucked up, but he can’t take it back. He’s Satoru Gojo, and he has a reputation he needs to uphold. He’s all run, and you’re all fight, and that’s part of the reason why he feels so drawn to you.

He looks at you, moving to his elbows and reaching up to grab your face and pull you into a kiss. He pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, biting his lip as his hips move even faster. He drops back down to his elbows, your chests pressed together as he shakily moans, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, doll, I’m gonna cum.”

You nod, pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck as you cum around him, clenching down on his cock. He buries his face in your neck as he cums after you, cumming inside of you, like he always does. His breathing is ragged as he lays there, his cock twitching inside of you as his cum spills inside. Gojo eventually moves away from your neck, some of his hair matted to his forehead, slick with sweat. You push the hair back and smile at him, kissing his forehead gently. Even if he didn’t love you, you still loved him. And you think you always will.

He pulls out, immediately getting you a towel splashed with some warm water as he cleans you up. He’s gentle with his aftercare, making sure you’re comfortable, and collecting your water bottle from the living room. You pee before getting dressed, laying with him on the bed. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, pressing your face into his chest, and sliding his hand into your hair. He holds you there for a while, your breathing in sync before he leans down and kisses your forehead.

Gojo puts on a cooking show to watch on your TV, setting the remote aside as he holds you close. He strokes your hair, and your mind starts to drift, and you wonder if he cares about you in the same way you care about him. Are you not good enough for him? Is there something wrong with you? Are you not what he wants? Are you not what he needs? You wake up every morning, hopeful for what’s to come with him, but you spend most of your time thinking about what you’ve already had and what he’s already said to you. You’re missing all these memories—maybe they were never even yours.

Nothing hurts like he does.

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part 3 is here

#keikiwrites #jjk smut #gojo smut #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #dom!gojo #sub!reader #f!reader #✿: gojo!

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mentality-project · 3 months

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Carry Me Home - Part 2

Morpheus x fem!reader

While being tucked into bed by the King of the Nightmare Realm was lovely, waking up with a hangover from Hell was not.

A pitiful groan works its way up your throat as you roll over to the cool side of your bed, trying to find relief for your overheated skin. You kick off the blanket as you snuggle into the cold, trying to will your body back to sleep as you chase after the last scene of your dream.

After a few more moments of tossing and turning, you admit defeat and blink open weary eyes. Once the waking world comes into focus, the sight of painkillers and a tall glass of water on your beside table greet you.

It could only be Morpheus’ doing. You weren’t capable of such forethought last night. With a grimace on your face, you drag yourself upright enough to pop the pills in your mouth and chase them down with a gulp of water. Its at the temperature of ice water despite the lack of condensation and you could cry from the relief it brings your parched throat.

“Fuckkk…I love you, Morph.” you mumble against the rim of your glass as you lean back against the headboard.

“He loves it when you say that.”

The speed at which you turn your head towards the raven perched at the end of your bed nearly gives you whiplash.

“How the fuck did you get in?”

“The bathroom window was open.”

“Oh.”

You and Matthew sit in comfortable silence as you continue to sip your glass of heavenly water.

“What did you mean by that?”

“What?”

You shoot Matthew a death stare over the rim of your glass.

“Oh, the boss loves it every time you say you love him. Makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.”

You nearly snort water out of your nose. “Dream? Warm and fuzzy? Seriously?”

“I am being serious!” Matthew’s feathers puff up with indignation, "Every time you say those words, Dream becomes a much more lenient boss. He takes whatever opportunity he can get to be close to you." "That's..." you clear you throat, wishing there was some water left in your glass, "That's a lot of information before breakfast."

"Sorry, kid. Rough night?"

"Fun night, rough hangover." you manage a grin as you set the empty glass back down, "Wanna stick around for a cuppa tea, Matthew?"

"I'd love to."

"Cool. Be a dear and boil the kettle for me, would you? There should be enough water in it. I'm gonna have a quick shower first, feel free to help yourself to whatever's in the kitchen."

"Don't have to tell me twice."

Matthew swoops out the door as you drag yourself off to the bathroom.

--- You hear the sound of the kettle switch flicking off and the rumble of boiling water as you round the corner, drying your hair off with the towel draped around your shoulders.

"Feeling better?" Matthew asks from his spot on the kitchen counter.

"Definitely," you sigh as you hang the damp towel over the back of one of the chairs, "What kind of tea do you fancy today, Matthew?"

"Earl Grey, please." "Milk, sugar?"

"Yes to both." You take two mugs out of the cupboard, pausing as you notice the small parcel by the kettle. It has your name on it.

"What's this?" you ask as you tug at the string to unwrap it.

"Hangover cure from the Boss."

"Dream was here?" you blink over your shoulder at Matthew.

"Nah, he had me send it over. Under strict instructions to make sure that you drink it. Not allowed to come back until you do."

No wonder Matthew agreed to stick around for breakfast. You almost snort with laughter as you unfold the wrapping, which turns out to also be a handwritten note from Dream. Upon seeing the size of the cloth teabag, you swap your mug for a tea bowl and begin to read as you pour the hot water into it.

Your Grace,

The corners of your mouth creep up into a smile. Could it be? Do you share an inside joke with the Dream Lord now?

According to the dreams of the best apothecaries in the Waking World over the last millennia, this tea contains the best herbs to help alleviate the aftermath of overindulging in alcohol. I hope it is of use to you. - Morpheus

You are practically glowing as you lift the note to your lips and press a kiss to the parchment.

"I love you." your whisper, watching in amazement as the note dissipates into sand and stardust.

You lift the bowl to your lips, taking care to blow a couple of times before taking a careful sip, eyes widening in surprise.

"Huh...not bad."

"Where's mine?" Matthew squawks in an accusatory tone.

"Sorry, sorry."

You get to work brewing Matthew his cuppa, changing your mind about the kind of mug you originally picked and deciding on a wide teacup to make drinking more convenient for him. You ratio the water and milk out so the tea is at the perfect drinking temperature before placing the drink in front of him and heading over to the toaster.

"Would you like some toast, Matthew?"

"Sure, I'll have a slice."

"What do you want on it?"

"Got any butter?"

You retrieve the tub of butter from the fridge, along with some avocado and smoked salmon for yourself - that combo with a sprinkle of black pepper has you in a chokehold lately. After you butter Matthew's toast accordingly, you rip it up into bite-sized pieces before sliding the plate towards him. Matthew murmurs his thanks before digging in with gusto. You lean your head against your palm as your elbow presses into the countertop, watching Matthew as you chew your own mouthful of toast, contemplating. Eventually, you're brave enough to break the silence.

"Why'd you tell me all that stuff?"

"Hmm?" Matthew buries his beak in his tea, the hum being the only indication that he heard you.

"About Morph, and how...how he feels about me...?" "Honestly?" Matthew stares you down and you stare back at him, "there's only so much one can take of watching the slowest slow-burn ever." You gulp down on your tea so fast you start to choke on it.

"C'mon kid, between you and me, you know you've gotta be the one to say something. The Boss has all the time in the world. He's Endless. By the time he works up the courage to make first move, you'll be dead and buried. No offence."

"None taken." you mumble around a mouthful of toast. There's not much conversation after that and you're quite content to eat the rest of your breakfast in silence. Matthew's given you a lot to think about. -- "Hey Boss, how's it going? (Y/N) drank that tea you sent her, all of it. And...Boss? Hey, you okay? Boss?"

Matthew tilts his head at the sight of Morpheus on his throne, but for all his trying, Morpheus doesn't appear to hear the loyal raven.

No, he's far too occupied with the lingering feeling of your kiss pressed into his cheek from his stardust, fingertips still on his cheekbone as if he's trying to keep the feeling there. In his other hand, the parchment materialises, your words scrawled in the smallest print as if it is a secret:

'I love you.'

#not my gifs #the sandman #netflix the sandman #morpheus x fem!reader #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #dream x reader #dream of the endless #lord morpheus

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maurauderswhxre · 23 days

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whispers in the smoke || r.c

pairing: rafe cameron x f!reader

Summary: A solitary after party smoke session night at Tannyhill welcomes an unusually peaceful talk with the broodiest kook in obx.

Warnings: smoking, light cursing, mentions of alcohol and drugs, partying, slight talk about insecurity.

words: 3.6k

a/n: this is my first fic! show some love and lmk what you think abt it ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚

The loud music that once blared through every hall of Tannyhill mellowed into a slight hum and tune as people cleared out from the house. Scattered red solo cups, beer cans, confetti, and small grains of sand decorated the floor in an orchestrated mess. Walking your way through the trashed house, you try and find Sarah. A small part of you hoped she wasn’t blackout drunk, knowing the pain and the struggle it is to carry her up to her bed from her previous recklessness and ignorance of how much liquor she could hold.

You passed by a few people who were too hammered to realize the party was over and a few maids who diligently started cleaning up the mess left. Smiling at them appreciatively, you made your way to the backyard, where you found a very drunk Sarah Cameron bent down and talking to what seemed like the head of a broken garden gnome.

“I'm sorry.. Charlie. I will fix you. I promise…I swear. I-I will find out who did this to you,” she slurred as she placed the cracked head on its neck, trying to make it stay. A giggle left your lips as she babbled the broken ceramic empty promises. The sight was too funny for you not to take your phone and take a picture of her. Shaking your head, you walked over to her and bent beside her.

“Sarah, I think it’s time to leave Charlie and go to bed. You’re drunk, and I’m pretty sure you’re going to pass out drunk in your backyard any moment,” you spoke to her, trying to distract the blonde from the broken gnome. She turned and looked at you, her brown eyes glossed over and brimming with tears. God, you were not drunk enough to deal with this.

“But I can’t. He’s broken, and h-he needs to be fixed,” she pleaded like a small child whose balloon had just popped.

“He will be fixed. I will fix him, okay?” you said as you slowly grabbed her arm to get her to stand up. She got up, stumbling a bit, as you guided her back inside the house, her incoherent babbling filling the once-quiet house. After a rather tedious task of making it safely up the stairs, you walked her to her room and tucked her in, placing a trash can next to her and a bottle of water.

She called out your name, making you hum in acknowledgment from the bathroom as you looked for a bottle of painkillers.

“You promise to fix Charlie?” she mumbled, voice laced with slumber.

“Yes, I do. Now sleep. We’re gonna go get breakfast in the morning, okay?” you said, walking back and placing a bottle of Tylenol on her bedstand. Hearing a lack of response, you looked at her and found her fast asleep. You made sure she had everything she needed before going to the bathroom.

You sigh tiredly as you grab the spare pjs you kept in her cupboard due to the frequent sleeping over and changed your clothes. Tying your hair back, you dug in your bag for your lighter and carton of cigarettes; stowing them in your pocket, you walked out of the bathroom and headed to the window that let you out to the roof. After some struggle, you opened the window and carefully crawled onto the roof, sitting comfortably, taking out your cigarette and lighting it. The hot smoke invaded your mouth and burned your throat as you took a drag. The familiarity of the bitter taste on your tongue as you blew out the smoke left a slight smile as you looked up at the cloudless night.

The black blanket had a few dispersed stars that glowed in the moonless sky, mimicking the fireflies down near the grass. A cool breeze wrapped around you as you smoked in solitude, floating freely in your realm of thoughts, and your brain racked with all the memories of the party that evening. Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice the head that popped out of the window and saw your silhouette against the dark sky. However, that presence was soon made known through a rough grunt, which startled you out of your trance to look at the now-emerging figure of Rafe crawling out of the window. He sat down with a huff and rubbed his head, wincing lightly. A smile broke out on our faces as you brought the cigarette to your lips and inhaled the dizzying gas.

“Thought you left with Barry; I didn’t see you around the house,” you said as you blew out a thin ribbon of smoke that floated lazily around you. “I was on my way to go, but I found you on my roof,” he spoke, digging into his pocket to grab his cigarette and light it, the flame of the lighter illuminating his sharp features. “And I don't trust you or Sarah enough to leave you in the house after drinking your weight in margaritas,” he added as he blew out the smoke that invaded his mouth.

“Hey, I can hold my liquor. Sarah can’t” you defended yourself taking a drag. “If anything, I don't trust you around me after your little coke business,” you retorted, laughing out the smoke.

“Oh, really now? Keep those same words when you ask for a discount next time you want a line,” he remarked, smirking as he brought his lips to the filter, hollowing his cheeks and inhaling the hot smoke. Your eyes lingered on his lips a second too long as you reluctantly looked out over the glittering lake.

“I’ll have you know that you just lost a very loyal customer,” you gasped lightly, placing your unoccupied hand on your chest as you feigned hurt.

Rafe raised an eyebrow and looked at you with a smirk, taking a long drag on his cigarette. "Okay, and what are you going to do? Go ask Barracuda Mike instead?" he asked, making a joking grimace. You both chuckle, remembering Barracuda Mike and the shitty, cut-with-baby-powder products he sold.

"I mean...I can if I want to," you teased back, knowing damn well Rafe had a point. You couldn't get your drugs from anywhere else unless you wanted to be dealing with a bunch of random dealers.

Rafe chuckled, taking another drag of his cigarette.

“I know you can, but I also know you won't.” He said, eyeing you playfully. Rafe was always great at reading you.

“Fine,” you said, rolling your eyes. "I'll stick with you, but only because I have to get my fix somehow.”

“That's what I thought,” Rafe replied, taking another drag of his cigarette. You both sat silently on the roof, smoking and watching the stars.

"So cocky," you mutter back as you take a long drag on your cigarette. The warm tobacco fills your throat, and the dizzying nicotine sends your head spinning. You look out over the water at the sparkling lights of distant boats that signal the liveliness of the summer night. The nights that both keep you up at night and give you a sense of comfort.

The silence between you and Rafe is deafening. You've known him for years, yet it never got easier to speak to him when you were alone together. How you guys acted when you were around people was nothing like how you were alone. It was like you were different versions of yourselves almost. Rafe takes another drag of his cigarette, the ember illuminating the sharp features of his face. You've always thought he was handsome, but you've never let yourself dwell on those thoughts.

You two sit there, smoking cigarettes and staring at the sparkling lake together.

“You know, I like you the most out of Sarah’s friends.” He said, breaking the silence.

You look over at him, coughing out the smoke you inhaled, surprised by the sudden statement. "wha..." you mumble, unsure of what to say. It takes you a moment to process his words, because the truth is that you've always had feelings for him, even though you never admitted it to anyone - even yourself. So this sudden revelation was not helping your case. Suddenly, you feel an intense heat wash over your body, and you're not sure if it's from the cigarette or embarrassment. "Thanks?" you ask, your voice shaky as you try to gain your composure.

"I mean it," Rafe says, looking at you intently. You can't tell if he's serious or not, since he has a habit of teasing you sometimes. But that compliment felt different than the other times he'd teased you. Was he saying what he meant? Before you can ask him or respond in any way, he takes a long drag of his cigarette and then blows the smoke out in a cloud in front of him. "You're the only one out of her friends that actually cares for her. And she seems to be less of a bitch with you around, so.."

"She's not a-," you start to say, quickly cutting yourself off at the end. It's no secret that Sarah can be difficult to deal with sometimes, and you tend to take care of her when you go out together. You can't help but feel your cheeks warm as you realize he's being serious for once. You try to play it off like it's not a big deal, but deep down, you know you're starting to get flustered by his words. "Oh, so you think I'm a good influence, huh?" you ask, sounding playful and taking a drag. In reality, you're not sure what to say. Rafe always surprises you when he acts like this, making you wonder if there might be hope for more than friendship between you two.

Rafe chuckles at your response and takes another drag of his cigarette. "I mean, putting aside doing drugs and all, yeah, in comparison to her other friends, you are," he says with a sly grin. "And I meant what I said earlier - you're the only one who cares for her. I see how you sometimes look out for her when I'm around. It's kinda nice. And you're always there for her, even when she's being...well, a total bitch."

As you blow out the smoke, you can't help but feel your cheeks heat up. As he continues, a slight flush creeps up to your ears. He notices this and smirks, taking another drag of his cigarette. You can't help but feel your heart race as the conversation continues, and you can't help but notice how handsome he looks in the moonlight. The way the light plays off his features is almost mesmerizing.

"I guess so," you whisper, sounding casual even though your voice is slightly shaky. You tap the cigarette to let the white ashes float down from the burning end.

“What? You sound so conflicted and confused,” he laughs as he crushes the butt of the cigarette into the roof tiles and looked at you.

"Nothing," you mumble, looking at him and smiling before using the last bit of cigarette. You do the same as rafe and extinguish it; you bring your knees to your chest and hug them. "It’s just…it’s odd to see you so relaxed and all." You pause momentarily, feeling his gaze on you as the silence settles. It feels intense but not uncomfortable. Just awkward. “It's new. I like it,” you continued, your voice small and whispering, almost as if you were talking to yourself.

The silence lingered for a few seconds more as if Rafe was also trying to gather his thoughts. You could tell he was a bit flustered as well, but it was different from yours. His words carried a weight that couldn’t be missed, and there was an intensity to his gaze that couldn’t be ignored.

“I'm not always a dick,” he said, chuckling dryly as he looked at you; his face wore an expression you couldn't deduce.

“I didn’t say you were; it’s just you’re a little more heated most of the time with whatever you’re dealing with,” you said, trying to explain yourself. You looked away momentarily before slowly turning back to him. To your surprise, his gaze was still on you, and it felt like he was staring into all the secrets you held deep within.

“Yeah, well, there’s a lot to deal with sometimes….especially with my family,” he said, looking away for a second. You could tell that he wasn’t comfortable talking about his own emotions, and you knew better than to probe.

“I know,” you muttered, scooting a little closer to him. “I know you just care about your family and want to take care of them, and I know that Rose, Ward, Sarah, and Wheezie all appreciate it.”

"Thanks,” he responded, putting his head in his hands and rubbing his eyes. "It’s just…it’s not the easiest thing to do."

You nodded, understanding what he meant. Taking care of a family as large and seemingly dysfunctional as Cameron’s was never easy, but you respected the responsibility Rafe carried on his shoulders.

“And I don't think anyone else can do a better job,” you say softly with a small smile as his beautiful eyes meet yours.

His gaze flicks back to you, and you can feel the tension in the air. A slight rumble of thunder echoes in the air, but neither of you pays any mind to it right away.

Rafe looked away from you, focusing on the distant, sprawling scenery before you. You could feel the intensity of his eyes on you, but he didn’t say anything. A comfortable silence fell between you two as you sat side by side, looking up at the stars and listening to the crickets as the summer evening stretched before you. Suddenly, Rafe’s expression shifted slightly as he looked back at you.

“Can I ask you a question?” he said quietly, breaking the silence.

You could only nod as you wondered where he was going with this. Did he want to change the subject? Had you said something wrong?

“Are you gonna tell Sarah you had to find her in the backyard talking to a broken garden gnome?”

You laughed at his question. It was reasonable, considering the situation. Rafe chuckled and nodded his head at your response.

“You saw that?” you said, laughing as you recollected the memory of drunken Sarah. “Oh definitely, it's such good blackmail material,” you giggled; Rafe couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Maybe it was the buzz of the alcohol and drugs that made him see a halo of soft light around you, or perhaps it was the way you captivated his heart and mind since you started spending more time at Tannyhill. Whatever it was made him feel a slight burn of yearning in his chest as he took in your appearance; your hair was tied up messily, and small remnants of glitter and eyeliner glistened on your cheeks and eyes as they caught the light. And that smile you had upon your face made him feel so warm—what he would do to keep that smile on your face.

Reluctantly, Rafe pulled himself back from the cloud of admiration he got lost in and ran his hands through his hair. He laughed in response, shaking his head at how the scenario had unfolded. “I can only imagine how that conversation will go…”

You giggle lightly and before you could reply to to him again a low thunder rumbling sounded again, indicating more rain to come but once again ignored by the buzz of the chemistry that filled the open air.

As you sat on the roof, the rain began to fall in a light drizzle. Neither of you wanted to go back inside and leave the tranquility of the night air, but the threat of a heavier shower made you feel like you should.

"We should probably go in soon,” he said, as your jokes and laughter seemed to lighten the tension in the air.

“You’re right,” you muttered, feeling the cool rain drop on your skin. "We shouldn’t push our luck.”

You looked around, feeling the dizzying buzz of the alcohol mixed with the nicotine from the cigarettes. Rafe stood up, his gaze still on yours.

You looked up at him as he outstretched his hand, which you took gratefully smiling appreciatively as he pulled you up onto to your feet.

“Thanks,” you said softly as you looked at him. He didn’t drop your hand; his warm calloused hand covered yours entirely.

“You’re welcome,” he whispered, his tone hushed as the soft rain fell around them. His gaze remained on yours, his breath quickening as he took in your intoxicating presence.

The two of you carefully walked towards the window back, carefully avoiding the puddles of rainwater that had started to make the roof tiles slippery. The rain had begun to pick up in intensity, the quiet pitter-patter of the droplets turning into a loud pounding sound as they hit the roof.

He went inside the first and helped you inside. As you entered the house, you felt the rush of humidity hit your face. Rafe closed the window behind the two of you, blocking the sound of the rain and the sight of the summer showers. You could feel the heat of his body as he let go of your hand, leaving you standing on your own.

As you stood there, feeling the warmth of the house enveloping you, you couldn't help but notice the way Rafe's eyes lingered on you. There was an intensity in his gaze that sent a shiver down your spine, and you found yourself unable to look away.

As you stood in the warmth of the house, the residual chill from the rain still clinging to your skin, you couldn't help but feel a slight flutter in your chest. The electricity in the air was palpable, and the tension between you and Rafe seemed to crackle with anticipation. You tried to brush it off, attributing it to the intoxication of the night and the rush of adrenaline from being caught in the rain, but deep down, you couldn't deny the growing attraction you felt towards him.

Rafe, too, seemed to be affected by the charged atmosphere. His eyes lingered on yours, his gaze intense yet soft, as if silently communicating a thousand words. You felt a heat rise to your cheeks under his scrutiny, and you couldn't help but fidget nervously under his gaze.

"So, uh... that was quite the adventure, huh?" you quipped, breaking the silence as you attempted to lighten the mood with a playful remark.

Rafe chuckled softly, a crooked smile playing on his lips as he nodded in agreement. "Yeah, definitely wasn't expecting a rooftop rendezvous in the rain tonight."

You laughed, the sound ringing through the air as you shook your head in amusement. "Well, you know me, always up for a little spontaneous adventure."

"Clearly," he replied, a teasing glint in his eyes as he took a step closer to you. "Although, I think we might need to work on your timing. Getting caught in a downpour wasn't exactly part of the plan."

You rolled your eyes playfully, nudging him with your elbow as you shot him a mock glare. "Hey, I'll have you know that I'm an expert at improvisation."

Rafe grinned, his gaze softening as he looked at you. "I have no doubt about that."

The air between you seemed to crackle with tension as the moment stretched on, neither of you willing to break the spell that had enveloped you. You could feel the heat of his body radiating towards you, his proximity sending a shiver down your spine.

And then, without warning, Rafe reached out and gently cupped your cheek, his touch feather-light against your skin. Your breath caught in your throat at the sudden intimacy, your heart pounding wildly in your chest as you met his gaze, your eyes locked in a silent exchange of longing and desire.

"Hey," he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours. "You know, for someone who claims to be an expert at improvisation, you sure seem caught off guard right now."

As he leaned in closer, his gaze intense and unwavering, you felt your heart skip a beat in anticipation. The air around you seemed to crackle with tension as his lips drew nearer to yours, a silent invitation hanging between you. Before you could formulate a response, his lips met yours in a gentle yet electrifying kiss. It was as if the entire world had faded away, leaving only the two of you suspended in a moment of pure bliss. It was like a spark had been lit between you, a profound connection that left you breathless and wanting more. Remnants of smoke and alcohol could be tasted on his lips, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

At that moment, as the rain continued to fall outside and the soft glow of the house enveloped you, you couldn't help but feel like everything was falling into place. Lost in the moment, you melted into his embrace, your fingers tangling in his hair as you kissed him back with equal fervor. All you could think about was how right it felt to be in Rafe's arms, lost in the warmth of his embrace and the sweetness of his kiss. You knew deep down that this was exactly where you were meant to be.

a/n: hope you liked it, like and repost is highly appreciated xoxo ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚

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ioniansunsets · 6 months

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would you be willing to write about School AU Jock!Sett whose mama is the school nurse? i want Sett’s mama to get Sett to take care of you who visit the sick bay monthly for insane period cramps please 👉👈

✖ School AU! Sett Comfort ✖

✖ Word Count: 670

✖ Tags: Mutual Pining

✖ A/N: I imagine him as Vastayan still! Wasn't too sure if you wanted a scenario or headcanons so I wrote a little scenario for you. Have fun I got a little carried away and wrote a lot!

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It was horrible. Absolute shit. You almost trip from the pain as you make your way to the nurses' office. The familiar smell of antiseptic hits your nose as you step in.

" Oh my are you alright? It's that time again huh?"

You nod as the sweet nurse helps you to the bed. You were a regular here, whenever it was that time of the month, you found yourself crippled in the infirmary beds. Over time you slowly figure out that the pretty Vastayan was the school's star player, Sett's, mom. His constant injuries making sense as to why his mother was the school nurse. Poor lady sees him every other sports game. It almost felt like he was getting hurt on purpose to be sent here sometimes.

" Sett! Come help."

She calls out to her son who was slacking off in the other bed. There's a small mumble as he gets up, the sound of the chair against the floor grating against your ears.

" I'm tired ma- Oh hey, its you again."

He whines as he gets up, his head pops through the curtain, about to complain, before he realizes it's you. He has gotten used to seeing you around, you were, too, a regular here anyway. He never really learnt your name, but by now he knew the routine to help you out.

Running off he comes back within minutes with a hot water bottle, painkillers with water and some chocolates from the secret stash in the infirmary. That damn jock was really fast! You thank him as you grab the array of things from his hands. He sits down by your side, almost affectionately patting your head as his ears seem to twitch, seemingly excited to be of use to you.

" Let me know if you need anything, the great Sett's got your back."

He laughs, giving you an almost cheesy wink. His signature cocky smile plastered across his face. It almost draws a laugh out of you. Seeing you smile again brings a warmth to his heart. Sett doesn't really understand what it was. Maybe it was just how you seem so genuinely appreciative of his help, or how you tolerate his boisterous activity. Or was it something more?

" Let me know if you wanna be alone alright?"

How could you chase him away, his messy hair falling to his face as he turns to smile at you. Sett's fluffy ears flicking to the side. His boyish charm was too much you let him stay. Sitting by your side, Sett does some homework on the desk beside you, just accompanying you while you suffer. Hoping his presence somehow comforted you. You don't even know why Sett's mom always gets him to help you out. Maybe she was just using him as some free manual labor for making her treat his bumps and bruises so often to be honest. After a few moments of silence he turns back to you.

" I read somewhere that having someone like, rub or hold your stomach or something helps...so if you uh...need some help I got you alright?"

It was almost adorable, his hand behind his head as he rubs his hair messing it up further. He read up on how to help you? How sweet! If you weren't blushing, Sett sure was. He had no reason to try and help you so much, was it him trying to do his job properly as his mom's helper or was it because of you? You couldn't figure it out but you gave him the OK anyway. His large warm hand lightly pressing against your abdomen. Surprisingly it helped. A lot. As the pains begin to fade, you can't help but drift off to sleep, exhausted from the cramps. Sett never left you side even through that, his left hand resting on you as he continued with his homework with his right. He was there for you, whatever small casual relationship the two of you had in this small room in the school.

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forestshadow-wolf · 8 months

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What if one time ghost got smashed in the face by an enemy with a lead pipe or something. HARD.

Soap was on overwatch. He had to watch ghost drop like a stone in water. He shot the enemy and rushed down to ghost's position. He drags him behind cover before assessing the damage.

Now getting a better look he can see that the skull plate is cracked. Not just cracked, broken. There's a horizontal fracture that runs through both eye sockes and over the nose bridge. The point of impact was spiderwebbing outward, and there was a fragment missing from it. He calls for exfil.

Ghost regains consciousness a few seconds later. His eyes unfocused, his ears ringing, what the hell happened? Spots fill his vision. His entire face is screaming at him.

When the get on base ghost is escorted to medical by one john mactavish. Ghost leaves medical with twin black eyes, a broken (shattered) nose, a fractured cheek bone, and he is heavily concussed. They want to keep him for a few days to make sure his brain doesn't swell, but he's already halfway out the door. They try to atleast give him some stronger painkillers but he declines. Soap promises to watch him.

Ghost's head feels like it's trying to implode on itself. It's so hard to think. He lets soap herd him into their room, onto their bed, and then soap is gone.

He returns with 3 advils and a bottle of mango nector juice. He uncaps the bottle, pops the pills, and downs them in one go. The rest of the juice follows next. Soap throws the empty bottle away, and then suddenly he's right next to ghost in bed, coaxing him to sleep.

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traningdummy · 1 year

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Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy

Agent Whiskey X Male Reader

(Sorry for the delay, first time writing a dom male reader, sorry if it’s off or weird)

It was another day in the bar, people coming in left and right, people meeting friends, drinking down sorrows, or trying to seem like adults but are actually kids. The usual for Y/n he was used to it all at this point, especially the flirting from patrons.

Most days men and women would try to hit on him but he didn’t respond to their advances, usually annoying them enough to leave after getting their drinks and that’s how he liked it. Being alone is his favorite part about being single, he has never fallen in love until recently.

Yet his co-workers call him a hopeless romantic, by how he describes his love life, crushes, or anything close to a relationship. Yet his eyes have been set on one man, a man from Kentucky who flirted left and right like his life depended on it.

Was it his accent, his funny cowboy hat, and his style which always included a leather jacket? Y/n never got his name just hearing Whiskey or Jack it always confused him, but his thoughts were drowned out when the man walked in.

His smile never came off his face, winking to men and women left to right. He sat at the bar and gave Y/n a wink as well.

“Well hello sugar, could I get a shot of whiskey?” Whiskey asked and he nodded, getting a shot glass and poured in the liquor.

“There you are sir, would you like to pay now or have a tab?”

“Put it on my tab.” He told him, he nodded and put it on and Whiskey left. That left Y/n to the other patrons at the bar, he worked around getting drinks, orders, and shooting down people’s flirts.

But he kept his eye on the cowboy, watching him go around flirting with other people and getting a lot of numbers. But every once and awhile he would come back to the bar, getting another drink or to chat with Y/n.

“So how many now?” He asked and the cowboy chuckled and took out a few papers.

“10 and going up, now how about another shot handsome.” He asked him, he nodded and got the cowboy another shot and watched him leave.

“Damn that’s a fatass.” He muttered watching him walk away, he shook away his thoughts and cleaned some cups making sure he would have enough for the late beer rush.

•••

It was near closing time and the cowboy was still inside the bar, Y/n started to close up when he tapped his glass.

“O-one more.” He murmured to him but Y/n took away the glass.

“Sorry Whiskey but that’s enough for tonight, do you have a ride home?” He asked him, but he shook his head and pulled his keys out.

“I have my car, but I don’t trust myself to drive home.” Whiskey told him, Y/n nodded and took out his keys, he contemplated before sighing.

“I’m going to regret this aren’t I?” He murmured to himself, “How about tonight you stay at my place for the night?” He asked the man, he nodded and stood up, his balance fading before Y/n grabbed his waist and put his arm over his shoulder.

“You know, you're really handsome.” Whiskey complimented him as he closed up the bar, locking the door and picking up Whiskey again.

“I know that’s all I hear from the patrons.” Y/n told him and took him to his apartment, he unlocked the door and laid Whiskey on his bed. “You can sleep here, and since we’re about the same size you can put on some of my pj’s.” He told him, but Whiskey had passed out already.

•••

The next morning Y/n had woken up on the couch, he sighed and stretched, popping his bones before checking up on his guest. Whiskey was snoring like a dad, so he left him alone making some breakfast and left him some water and painkillers.

He had to do some paychecks, before he left he wrote Whiskey a note, then he left the apartment going back to his bar

It wasn’t long until Whiskey had woken up, groaning holding his head. He looked around, surprised that his clothes were still on, he walked out of the room and saw the plate of food and water with a pill.

“Hell.” He muttered and sat down, eating the food and drank the water with the pill. He then saw the letter and read through it.

“Dear Whiskey, you are free to shower and take some clothes if you need to, from Y/n.” He read out, he smiled and took a shower using Y/n’s products before changing and left the apartment.

•••

Y/n had finished paychecks and came back home to see Whiskey setting up a table, on the table was a wine bottle with two glasses.

“Well welcome back darlin, please take a seat.” He told him, he nodded and sat down and Whiskey pushed him in before he sat down across from himself.

“So what’s all this about Whiskey?” Y/n asked the other man who poured himself a glass of wine.

“Well I have been fancying you for quite some time now, so I wanted to have a nice dinner with you.” He told him, pouring another wine glass and handing it to him.

They raised their glasses before drinking, and they began to start a conversation. It went from talking about each other to dating lives, the two were pretty intoxicated at that point.

“Wait, you haven’t popped your cherry yet?” Whiskey asked Y/n, who shook his head drinking from his glass.

“Nope, never even dated another person before.” He told him, he nodded and took another sip of the wine. Whiskey watching Y/n’s every move, from how his eyes kept wandering from his wine to Whiskey’s lips, how he seems more open than he usually is.

“Hey there cowboy, are you okay?” Y/n asked him, he nodded and took another sip of the wine before realizing they had drunk the bottles he had bought.

“Yeah, but how are your lips so perfect?” Whiskey asked him, he didn’t react but gave him a sly smile.

“Why don’t you come see for yourself?” He asked Whiskey, and that was the final string cut. He came over and sat in his lap, eyes going from his lips to his eyes. “Oh come on, I’m not playing any games.” He told him before he kissed Y/n.

This was the feeling Y/n was missing, lust, love, affection, he finally feels whole. It wasn’t long till the two moved to his room, Whiskey under him as he kissed his neck and began to unbutton his shirt revealing his body.

As he kept praising his body Whiskey felt his blood rush to his aching cock, it twitched as he moaned Y/n’s name. “Y/n, please take off my pants.” He whined to which he obliged and took off the other man’s pants seeing the bulge in his briefs.

“Well what do we have here?” He asked himself and slowly took off Whiskey’s briefs, his hard cock sprung out hitting his abdomen. He put his hand on it and stroked it slowly, enjoying the whimpers and moans of the man in his hold.

“P-please go faster, please.” He whimpered to Y/n, he decided not to and just took it as slow as he could enjoying the whole experience. Slowly pulling up and down, rubbing his thumb over the tip using his other hand to fondle his balls.

“I-I thought you never have done this before? H-How are you so experienced?” He whispered out to him, but didn’t get an answer as Y/n kissed all over Whiskey’s body leaving hickeys all over.

“I have seen some videos, those were like training to me.” He whispered in his ear before kissing him, he didn’t even try to fight Y/n’s tongue letting him ravage his mouth and body.

“Is my cowboy enjoying this? Does he like when I stroke his dick while I suck all over his perfect body?” He asked him, he nodded desperately, not able to speak properly besides a few whimpers and moans.

“C-close.” Whiskey muttered quietly, to Y/n and he smiled before stopping his hand. He let out a whine of protest but stopped when he was flipped over, feeling a cold liquid go on his ass.

“Now here is my main course, I hope you enjoy yourself.” Y/n said and began to eat him out, leaving Whiskey moaning like he was in heat. He was overstimulated but he was enjoying every second of it.

“Now here is your dessert.” Y/n muttered to him and he felt his cock at his hole, he turned himself and held onto him. “Come here baby.” He whispered and lifted him up before entering his dick slowly, but Whiskey wasn’t having it and shoved the whole thing in.

It caught Y/n slightly off guard but smiled when he saw his face, all red with blush, his brown eyes hazed with lust, his hair all messy and wet, hickeys all over his body. He then slowly thrusted in and out of Whiskey watching his facial expressions, before laying them back on the bed.

“Save a horse, ride a cowboy.” He mumbled and watched as Whiskey rode on Y/n’s cock, moaning like there was no tomorrow.

“C-Cumming!” He moaned and came on both of their chests, he then stopped and caught his breath. Until Y/n flipped him over onto the bed, his eyes filled with lust and hunger.

“H-Hang on darlin, I still need some time to rest!” He moaned when he thrusted hard, hitting his prostate over and over as he went in and out over and over chasing his own high.

“Don’t worry cowboy, I’m almost there.” He murmured to Whiskey who could respond besides with broken moans and whimpers, and finally he pulled out and came on Whiskey’s chest.

The two were panting hard but Whiskey had enough strength to pull Y/n for a kiss, this one filled with love and passion. Yet when it was broken the two held each other, falling asleep with smiles on their faces.

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familyvideostevie · 2 years

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Steve taking care of you when you're sick. He'd be so sweet and soft with you.

this is self-indulgent bc ive got cramps right now, so here's a wee blurb of steve being lovely to you when you're on your period! fem!reader, fluff __

You cuddled in bed for an early evening nap about an hour ago and blink awake to the soft sounds of the TV through the closed door. It's almost dark out and the passage of time is disorienting for a second.

The day has been a wash. You've done everything you needed to and no more but your sour mood and achy body make you feel rather useless. The persistent dull pain in your abdomen and lower back makes every position uncomfortable and you know there's not much to be done but hope it fades soon.

But it sounds like Steve is home. He must have popped his head in and seen you sleeping and known to leave you alone -- you'd warned him yesterday that you were liable to be a bit testy until your period finished. He's never minded.

So you know he won't mind you now. The TV sounds only a bit louder when you open the door -- he clearly kept it low -- and see him spread out on the couch watching a nature documentary. You shuffle your feet and he tilts his head back immediately to look at you over the arm of the couch. A slow smile spread across his upside-down face before his brows draw in worry.

"There she is," he says. "Did I wake you? Sorry, I tried to keep it low."

You walk towards him, fingers tracing the shape of his face when you reach the couch. "No," you tell him as he closes his eyes for a second at your touch. "Well, yeah. But it was time to get up anyway." He reaches up to bracket your wrist with his long, warm fingers and slowly brings your hand to his face, planting a soft kiss on your palm. It's an uncharacteristically tender gesture from him. Not that Steve isn't tender with you all the time -- he just isn't always so forward with it. Except when you're not doing well.

"How are we feeling?" he asks. We. Like your pain is his, like he can take it from you if he so chooses. Like you're a team against anything that hurts. Which, you think, you certainly try to be. You wrinkle your nose and consider how your traitorous body.

"Better than this morning," you say. "Cramping still." He starts to sit up to undoubtedly find you some painkillers or a heating pad but you put a hand on his chest before he can get very far. "Can we just..." you begin. "Just sit on the couch? Order takeout, maybe?"

Steve settles back into the cushions and nods. "My plans tonight are to be wherever you want me." You complete your journey around the sofa as he keeps talking. "And I think we still have some ice cream in the freezer if you want." He makes a grabby motion at you. "Well? Are you gonna come here or what?"

You laugh, but another wave of pain washes over your lower half and you wince. Steve all but pulls you down into the couch on top of him. He lets you adjust yourself, legs tangling with his and your ear on his chest, right above his heart, so it beats in your ear as look at the TV. You wiggle your hands under his back so you're holding him tight.

"Comfortable?" he asks, amused. You hum. "Do you want me to--"

"Yes," you say into his sweater. Steve knows the drill by now. One hand settles itself on your neck, gently stroking your hair. He slides the other under the soft material of your sweatshirt, palm flat. His pinky and ring finger dip below the waistband of your sweatpants so he's covering as much of your sore lower back as he can. And he's so warm. It still hurts, sure, but it hurts less because of Steve. Or at least that's what you've decided.

"What're we watching?" you mumble. He lightly kisses the top of your head. "Can you turn it up?" He reaches for the remote, careful not to shift you too much.

"Penguins. You'll probably cry."

You scoff. "So will you." He laughs and it vibrates your whole body. "PIzza later?"

"Whatever you want, baby," he says, voice soft. "Except mushrooms."

You know if you looked up he'd be grinning. You squeeze his torso in retaliation. "How dare you keep a girl from her vegetables!" you tease.

"If you had good taste I wouldn't have to." His fingernails scrape your scalp lightly and you hum again, enjoying the banter and his touch.

"I love you," you say. Steve knows it, you tell him so every day. But you love him extra right now as he tries to fend off your cramps and teases you about your pizza toppings.

"And for some reason I love you even though you like mushrooms," he replies, but you hear his heart pick up just a bit under your ear.

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Bad Medicine | Chapter 9

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synopsis: A wealthy Italian mobster sets up his daughter to marry the head of one of the last remaining mafias in California. The union was supposed to create and heal the damage between two families, but all it does is cause more harm than good.

word count: 5.2k

warnings: guns, drugs, mentions of prostitution, mentions of physical assault, mentions of sexual violence, mentions of torture, mentions of suicide, physical violence, brief handjob, nudity, guns, character death.

“Sunshine.”

It was barely above a whisper, but Y/N still heard it. She hadn’t left Rooster’s bedside since they patched him up and brought him in here. She pulled up a chair next to his bed, and watched the slow rise and fall of his chest. Guilt was eating her alive for him getting hurt, for distracting Jake from his phone and not being able to go help his brothers.

“Sunshine.” Rooster said again. Y/N sat up straighter in her chair, watching his head move from side to side. She reached for his bedside lamp, and flicked it on, “Sunshine! I’m here! It's okay!”

Her heart was breaking in her chest as she watched Rooster move around in bed, having a nightmare. She knew the signs all too well having had many herself. She gently grabbed Rooster’s hand in her’s and squeezed it, taking her other hand and shaking him gently.

“Bradley, it’s okay. It’s just a dream,” She said softly.

“Sunshine!” Rooster yelled, before sitting up with a start causing Y/N to jump back. He started coughing and wincing, holding his side and looking around the room, “W-water.” Y/N nodded and grabbed the glass of water on his bedside and helped him take a sip from it. He gently pushed her hand away when he was done drinking.

“Thank you,” He said breathlessly and ran a hand through his matted curls, “Fuck,” He reached for the bottle of painkillers on the bedside table, dumping a few in his hand before popping them in his mouth. He swallowed them down and cleared his throat, “Why are you in here?”

“Oh, I uh. . . I want to make sure you are okay.” Y/N fiddled with her thumbs as she sat back in the chair, keeping a distance between her and Rooster. The man nodded and laid back in his bed with a grunt. It was silent for a moment, Y/N still looking down at her hands in her lap and Rooster looking at the ceiling, still trying to catch his breath.

“You have a lot of scars,” Y/N finally said. Rooster looked over at her, catching her quick glance at him.

“Pissed off a lot of people,” Rooster shrugged. He shifted a bit in bed, pulling down the blanket a bit to show the scars on his chest. Y/N leaned forward a bit, her fingers itching to reach out and trace over them, “These ones are usually hidden, unlike some of them.”

“I have scars too,” Y/N said.

Rooster knew this. He had seen the photos that Bob had dug up, and remembered seeing them the first night she was here. Her scars were almost worse than his. Rooster saw his as battle wounds, victory marks of surviving. He watched as she fiddled with the hem of her shirt. He could basically hear the gears turning in her head as she carefully lifted her sleep shirt up, exposing the scars underneath. He sucked in a breath coming basically face to face with what she had worked so hard to hide.

“C’mere,” Rooster said and held his hand out to her. She gently took his hand and with one swift movement, he pulled her down to straddle his lap, her hands going to rest on his shoulders, “These are more than just scars,” His voice was quiet, and he gently ran the pad of his thumb over the brand mark on her ribs, “These are survival marks. You fought, you survived.”

“Sometimes I wonder if I should’ve,” Y/N sniffled. Bradley gently cradled her face in his hands and wiped a stray tear away from her face.

“You reminded me of sunshine,” He said softly. She opened her mouth to say something, but he pressed a soft kiss to her lips instead. Rooster pulled away first, and leaned his forehead against hers, “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” Tears welled up in his eyes. Y/N knew that the pain medicine must be kicking in again, and she gently ran her fingers through his hair.

“It’s okay, Bradley, it’s okay. Let’s go to sleep,” Y/N whispered to him and kissed his forehead.

Rooster sniffled and nodded, “Don’t leave me.”

“I won’t,” She whispered. Y/N turned the lamp off and then gently climbed off his lap, laying to the side of him on her back. Rooster shuffled, mindful of his injury, onto his side, laying his head on her chest. Y/N wrapped her arm around his body, keeping him close.

“Sing to me?” Rooster mumbled. Y/N didn’t even open her mouth to ask what song, when Rooster started singing to himself, “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.”

— — — ♱♱♱ — — — ♱♱♱ — — —

The next morning, Y/N woke up before Rooster did and quietly left his room. The boys were sitting around the table, and she had apologized to them for what had happened. Each of them told her it wasn’t her fault, except for Jake, who remained silent. He had just pushed it away, not bothering to bring it up anymore. Rooster wason strict orders to rest, which he didn’t mind, he saw it as a chance to catch up on Netflix shows he had abandoned.

Y/N wasn’t paying attention as the tailor was working on Reuben’s black wedding tux. Her mind was running a thousand miles per hour over everything that had been revealed in the past couple days. Francisco was very much alive, and in the area. Jake had heightened his security around the mansion and the various clubs. She was never out of his sight or Reueben’s.

Y/N had also demanded that they work on a plan for getting Sophie. Y/N feared for her friend’s life, and also begged to see the security footage of her. She had broken down, getting physically sick at the sight of her friend going through the same horrendous torture she had once endured. But, Y/N had also shown that she could be a huge asset in getting both Dante and Francisco. Francisco had shown to be a creature of habit, doing much of the same things he had done before; prey on the weak, and innocent.

“You keep thinking that hard and your brain will catch fire,” Reuben spoke, nudging her with his foot. Y/N jumped and looked up at him. He smiled and shook his head, “You okay?”

“Best I can be,” Y/N shrugged.

“Jake said he didn’t hear you screaming last night. Nightmares must be going away.”

“Or, I was just too drugged up to even imagine that monster.”

“Whatever floats your boat,” Reuben shrugged and stepped back up on the pedestal the tailor had him on. Y/N admired the nice fitting suit, the velvet vest and tie stood out drastically against his skin and made his eyes pop. Reuben was always one to spend extra long on his appearance. He was comparable to her brothers, and she often joked with others that he was.

“Payback,” Y/N called out to him.

“Hm?”

“Would you. . . would you walk me down the aisle?”

“What?” He asked, unsure if he had heard her correctly, “Me? What about the Don?”

“It’s my wedding, and I want it to be someone I love.”

Reuben looked down at his shoes, trying to hide his smile. He looked back up at her and nodded, “It would be an honor. Ya know when I got stuck with your dumbass, I took it as an insult, I thought I was getting punished for something. But turns out, I got placed right where I was supposed to be.”

“There’s no one else on this planet that I enjoy annoying more than you.”

Reuben laughed, tilting his head back. The tailor stepped back, looking over the suit once more, before directing him to go change. He came back out in almost similar attire, dark gray dress pants and a navy blue shirt. They both thanked the tailor before heading out of the small tux shop in the center of San Diego. Reuben walked out of the store first, doing a quick survey of the area, before ushering Y/N out, keeping her head down as she walked to the black SUV parked out front. Y/N sighed as she collapsed into the passenger seat, putting on her seatbelt as Reuben climbed into the driver’s seat.

“I’m gonna get real tired of this shit, real quick,” Y/N said as Payback started on the journey back to the mansion.

“It’ll only be for a little bit. These fools are smart, they’ll find Francisco and Dante and we’ll get Sophie back and you’ll have that big ass white wedding you’ve been dreaming of since you were six.”

“What did you want to do, ya know, before this?”

“I was in the Navy,” Reuben answered simply, and her eyes widened in surprise. He looked over at her and chuckled, “What? How do you think I got the nickname ‘Payback’?”

Y/N shrugged, “Thought it was cause you’re cheap.”

He rolled his eyes, “I got discharged for fighting. We used to do matches on the deck after hours. Hit someone a lil too hard. . .” He grimaced at the memory, “Afterwards I decided to take the fighting thing a little bit legit, and needed some cash. It was Gianni who scoped me out during a match. I had no idea who he was until later. Hired me right on the spot.”

“What about your family?”

“Heavy with the questions today,” Payback laughed and Y/N just shrugged, “I got no one. My parents and brother died in a plane crash. My old lady left me when I started working for the Don.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N said looking down at her hands in her lap, “We’re your family now, you know that right?”

“I do,” Payback answered as they pulled into the driveway of the mansion.

“You’re back! How was it?” Javy asked, running into the front room, Rooster slowly walking in behind him. He was slowly getting stronger after his injuries. Y/N had pushed him into staying in bed, but he was going stir crazy looking at the same dark colored walls all day.

“Good, but why are you out of bed?” Y/N asked, looking at Rooster. He shrugged with a shy smile on his face.

“Payback,” Bob said, from the hallway towards the offices, “Jake wants to talk to you about something,” The man nodded, excusing himself and walking down the hallway to the office. Y/N sighed and looked at the two boys in front of her.

“Well, since they’re busy for the day. . . what can we help you with?” Javy asked.

“I gotta get these place settings done for the reception.” Y/N said.

“Perfect! As long as I get to sit next to one of your hot cousins-” Javy started speaking but was cut off by Y/N.

“How do you know what my cousins look like?” She asked him. Javy just smirked and tapped his temple, then grabbed her hand pulling her into the dining room to start working.

— — — ♱♱♱ — — — ♱♱♱ — — —

Jake watched out the window at the passing buildings as they neared the tech district of San Diego. He hated having to go into the city. If he could do all his business at the mansion or various safehouses and buildings he had scattered around, he would. The city was a giant playground, perfect for people to hide. Bob had told him that he had to go meet with some knew tech investor, Jake had been pushing it off for weeks. It was all a part of Jake’s father’s plan to make Seresin Industries even more legit than they already were.

“Get in bed with the politicians, grab a seat in the boardroom. It’s all a part of the game,”

His grandfather had once said to a very young Jake. Jake didn’t even know what it meant, but he would soon learn of the dark secrets his family had, and the trail of bodies they seemed to leave. The older Jake got and the way things had started to shift, it was more important than ever that he made himself a spot in the boardroom. The more endorsements Jake got, the more legit they took them as players in the city.

The guns and prostitutes were the main source of income for the Seresin Mafia and had been since their great grandfather had taken over when the FBI had started shutting down the mobster in the ‘40s. Jake loved the influx of freshly pressed bills he would get after a deal or a night at the club, but he knew all that would only last for so long. He was tired of losing ground and battling to stay afloat.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Reuben spoke, snapping Jake out of his daze.

“No,” Jake sighed, shifting in his seat, “I always wonder what life would’ve been like if that Mafia families just. . . crumbled, like the CIA and the FBI and all them fuckers wanted. None of the secret deals shit that on behind the scenes.”

“I reckon you’d be out of a job, and still pulling 8Gs,” Payback smirked and Jake rolled his eyes, “One way or another this shit would’ve still been happening. Just cause the American Crime Families crumbled, doesn’t mean the European ones would too. Al Capone had to get his money from somewhere.”

“Mr. Seresin,” The driver spoke as they pulled up in front of a large gray skyscraper. Jake looked up and read the side of it; ‘Simpson Technology’. Payback got out first, using his ear piece to talk to the other guards standing around. Sometimes, Jake felt like he was more heavily guarded than the president. Jake thanked his driver, as Payback opened his door, ushering him out of the car. Even though Jake saw Reuben as a friend, he was still just a guard. Rooster was still recovering from his injuries, so Reuben had taken over protecting Jake.

“Thank you,” Jake said, getting out of the SUV and fixing his navy blue suit.

He took one step towards the glass sliding doors, when a hooded man ran up to them, gun outstretched, pointing at Jake’s head. Reuben moved quickly, grabbing the hooded man, punching him several times. Jake was frozen in fear, as he watched him fight the man.

“No!” Jake yelled as the hooded man punched Payback in the throat, and fired three silent shots into his chest. Jake moved quickly to catch Payback, breaking his fall to the ground. The hooded man turned and raised his gun back to Jake, but a shot rang out, burying itself into the man’s forehead.

Screams echoed all around them, as people fled in fear from the sound of the gun. Jake's hands went to Payback’s chest, blood staining through his shirt and onto Jake’s hand. Payback coughed up blood as he looked at Jake. Jake shifted, so he was holding Payback’s head in his lap, still pressing his hand to his wounds. But, Jake could see it in Reuben’s brown eyes, no matter what they did, his time was ticking by quickly.

“Y-Y/N. . .”

“I got her,” Jake said. Payback nodded as he sucked in a ragged breath, his body going still. Jake clenched his jaw, fighting back tears as he looked around at the crowd frozen in fear. He wanted to yell at them to go the fuck away, but instead looked down at the man who he had considered a friend.

The sound of sirens grew close, and Jake felt himself being pulled from Payback’s body. His mind was clouded as a guard shoved him into the back of an SUV. Jake’s green eyes never left the sight of Payback’s body on the ground as they drove quickly away from the scene. He knew this was probably all over the news, and he reached into his pocket, shakily getting his phone out and messaging Bob to pull whatever he can off the airways. He felt warm tears fall down his face as he typed the message out, angrily wiping them away. He put his phone away and let out a shaky breath. Jake had seen death before, he was no stranger to it, but to hold someone in his arms as they took their last breath, was something new to him. Jake looked down at his shaking hands covered in blood.

“Stop the car.” Jake said softly.

“I’m sorry Mr. Seresin, we have to get you back home-”

“Stop the fucking car!” Jake yelled. The driver stopped quickly and Jake threw the door open. He stumbled out of the car and leaned over, emptying the contents of his stomach. When he was done, Jake stood up and wiped his mouth, before getting back in the car. He nodded at the driver to continue on their way home.

— — — ♱♱♱ — — — ♱♱♱ — — —

Y/N was sitting in the living room with Javy and Rooster, giggling uncontrollably as Javy showed them all his “wedding moves”. Y/N was sure that Javy’s moves might do better in a strip club than at a wedding with her grandmother in attendance. But she loved Javy’s energy. He was carefree and a good person to keep her mind off of things. Her laughter was cut off by the front door opening and Jake walking in. The very first thing any of them noticed was the blood on his pants and black button up. Y/N and Rooster stood up from the couch as Javy ran over to him.

“What the fuck happened?” Javy asked. Jake didn’t acknowledge his friend as he walked straight over to Y/N. She held her breath as he gently placed his hands on her face, running his thumbs over her cheeks, before kissing her lips softly. When he pulled away, she looked up at him.

“I’m fine,” Jake said, his eyes locked on her. He looked away for a moment, over his shoulder at his friend, “Get out.”

Javy nodded and walked to the couch, helping Rooster up. Jake kept her face in his hands the whole time until the two of them left. He then moved over to the built-in bookcase and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a rocks glass. He leaned his hand against the side of the fireplace, watching the flames dance in its cage.

“What happened?” She asked quietly, “Is-is that-”

“It’s not mine,” Jake said, “Go to bed.”

“What? No! Jake, you’re covered and blood and won’t tell me-”

Jake clenched his jaw as he threw his glass into the fire, the flames roaring at the added fuel. Y/N jumped at his outburst. She watched him for a moment, as he had his back towards her, before taking his command and going upstairs. He listened as the soft pad of her feet descended away, and he suddenly felt a new pair of eyes on him.

“Is there news?”

Bob let out a sigh, “Yeah. Your face was plastered everywhere from the San Diego times to the goddamn Sun. Did what I could but Jake. . . you gotta tell her before she finds out on her own.”

Jake shook his head, “I know.” He let out a breath and turned on his heel towards the stairs. He patted Bob on the back before taking the stairs to his fiance.

Bob hung his head as he looked down at the tablet in his hands, and pressed play again on the footage. It never got any easier losing a person you care for, especially one who wasn’t meant to die. Bob’s eyes flooded with tears and he locked the tablet, before tossing it down on the couch. He ran his hands through his hair and shook his head. How did everything get so messed up, so quickly?

Jake knocked softly on the bedroom door before pushing it open. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the storm he was about to be hit with. Payback meant more to Y/N than anyone else in this house, hell, in the world did. He thought back to his Naval training on how to break the news to someone's partner that their aviator wasn’t coming back. He never thought he would have to use such training, but here he was.

“Hey- what are you doing?” Jake asked her softly. He poked his head into the bathroom, noticing the candles and the steam rolling off of the bathtub as it filled up. He looked up at her, noticing the silk red robe she was wearing.

“You’re covered in blood and won’t tell me why. You have this scared little boy look on your face, it’s freaking me the fuck out,” Y/N explained, “Strip down.”

“Y/N. . .”

“Jacob,” Y/N said, “I might not like you, and hate this whole situation but I’m not stupid.”

Jake nodded and held his hands up, walking over to the bed and starting to strip down. He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the bed. Y/N leaned against the doorway, watching as his back muscles flexed as he pulled his belt off. He unbuckled his pants and kicked them down his legs. She had only seen him half naked a handful of times, but she had never seen him completely naked.

His body was one sculpted by God himself, making him look like a saint straight from the Vatican. Jake was usually so confident being naked in front of women, usually they were down on their knees, and not standing at eye level with him. He felt exposed and wanted to cover himself up, but Y/N walked over to him, taking his hand and leading him into the bathroom. Y/N let go of his hand, and Jake kept his eyes trained on her. He watched as her small hands went to the strings of the robe, pulling them until they came undone, and the robe cascaded to the ground.

Jake’s eyes took in her whole body. He had seen her naked before, but he had never really looked her over. Her tan skin had scars, the most noticeable one ran down her chest starting at her collarbones and ending right above her navel. His eyes also took in the branding mark that Francisco had left on her. The large letters ‘FS’ were scared into an intricate pattern. Jake had always wondered why she didn’t have them covered up or fixed. He knew her family had enough money to pay for some sort of surgery to fix it.

The confidence that was flowing through her veins was something she hadn’t felt in a long time. She turned around and stepped into the jacuzzi bathtub, letting the warm water take over her body. She sighed at the feeling and then held her hand out to Jake, inviting him to join her. Jake softly padded over to her, stepping into the hot water, and resting his body in between her legs, pressing his back up against her chest.

Neither one shared a word, as Y/N quietly and softly washed the blood and stress away from him. Jake was trying his best not to completely break, not being able to remember the last time someone had cared for him like this. Y/N hummed softly as she grabbed a wash cloth, lathering it up with soap, running it over his shoulders and chest. Slowly she started trailing her other hand down his body, placing soft kisses on his neck. Jake shifted slightly, both in a feeling of comfort and discomfort. He gasped when her hand swiped across his cock.

“I have to tell you something,” Jake started, grabbing her wrist.

“Shh, it can wait,” Y/N whispered, wanting to continue. Jake let out a shaky breath as her hand wrapped around him and lazily started working him up and down. He shook his head and lifted her hand off of him, bringing it to his lips, and placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist.

“Not tonight, baby.” Jake murmured softly, “I promise, soon.”

She pressed her lips to his shoulder, nodding her head. The two of them sat there, until the water turned cold and the candles slowly started to burn out. Y/N got out first, drying herself off and putting her robe back on. She helped Jake out, wrapping him in a fluffy white towel, drying him off. They walked into her bedroom, noticing that Emile had placed some clean pajamas for Jake to wear on her bed. Jake slipped on the pajama pants, and climbed into bed with her, laying his head on her stomach as she ran her finger through his damp hair. She watched as his eyes fluttered, slowly lulling him into a dreamland. Y/N could feel him starting to relax, and slowly pulled herself away from him. His green eyes shot open and reached his hand to her.

“Stay,” He rasped. She paused for a second, looking at him. They were yet to sleep in the same bed, side by side. They were basically playing musical beds, if Jake was in her room, she was in his and vice versa. But there was something so inviting about him being so vulnerable. She smiled at him softly and nodded. Jake shifted over in the bed, and patted the spot next to him. She climbed in the bed and Jake’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her close.

— — — ♱♱♱ — — — ♱♱♱ — — —

Waking up to the sight of Jake fast asleep on the pillow next to her was one of the best sights she had ever seen. She softly ran her hands down the side of his face and kissed his cheek softly. She saw the corner of his mouth pickup in a smile, and his eyes fluttered open. He turned to look at her, his green eyes searching hers.

“Morning,” Y/N said softly. Jake nodded, pushing himself up slightly, and placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

“Goodmorning.”

Y/N and Jake walked downstairs to the dining room, hand in hand, rested smiles on their faces. Bob and Rooster shared a look, taking in the sight of their leader and his girl. Every time they had seen them together, there was a look of anguish and hate on their features. But something had changed in them, and everyone was starting to feel it. They no longer had to feel like they had to keep Jake and Y/N separated in fears that they would kill each other.

Jake pulled a chair out for her to sit next to him. He placed a kiss on her forehead, as he prepared a plate of food for her. Jake sat down in his chair as Bob pushed his iPad over to him. Mickey, who Y/N had been introduced to the other day, gave them all a rundown of some information they had gathered yesterday about Francisco and Dante’s whereabouts. Jake kept glancing over at Y/N as they talked, gauging her body language. He knew it was useless to hide information about Francisco from her anymore, she would beg until she knew any way.

“From what we’ve gathered so far, Sophie is still alive.” Mickey said, looking over at Y/N, “Right now ATF is trying to set-up a meeting down at the docks between Dante’s crew and another crew on the radar. The hope is that Francisco is there and we can-”

“Is that supposed to comfort me?” She asked, cutting Mickey off. She looked up from the manila envelope that was laid in front of her. It entailed more information and pictures of Dante’s latest movements, “I’d have more comfort knowing that either Francisco or Sophie were dead.”

“We’re working with a local crew,” Rooster said, “We’re hoping to get someone on the inside who can give us more information on his setup. We spooked him once, he knows we are on to him.”

“Perfect,” Jake nodded and then looked over at Y/N, “We’ll find her, baby. I promise,” Jake picked up her hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. She smiled shyly and he set her hand back down. He looked back at Mickey, who was now sitting next to Bob as they talked over different possible plans on breaking up the meeting between the two crews.

“What the fuck happened at Simpson Tech yesterday?” Javy said, walking into the dinning room. He held in his hand the morning paper, and Jake’s face on the front of it.

“Coyote, not here,” Jake said, his eyes quickly glancing over to Y/N.

“Your dad has been blowing up my phone with screenshots of articles and videos of you outside of Simpson Tech. And then this,” He tossed the paper down on the table, “Was on our front door. How the fuck were you just going to let that slide that someone held a gun to your head!?” Javy yelled.

“Javy-” “What?” Y/N and Jake both spoke. Y/N dropped her fork and looked over at him.

“Someone tried to kill you? Where was Reuben?” Y/N asked him. Jake looked down at his iPad and then back up at Javy. Javy’s jaw dropped slightly and looked over at Y/N, silently understanding why his friend didn’t want to talk about it outloud.

“What happened?” Javy asked softly.

“I don’t know,” Jake sighed, “I barely stepped towards the building and this man just ran up on us. Payback tried to fight him off but. . . “ Jake looked at Y/N, who’s eyes were locked on him, “He shot him three times in the chest. There was nothing we could do.”

“Is this a sick joke?” Y/N asked, her eyes becoming glossy with tears, “You’re fucking joking?”

“I’m sorry,” Jake whispered to her.

“You sat there last night–let me wash his blood off of you, almost fuck you and you couldn’t bring yourself to tell me that Reuben took bullets that were meant for you.”

“It wasn’t like that, Y/N. I stopped you.”

“Shut the fuck up Jake,” Y/N seethed, “What the fuck is wrong with you? You have the audacity to sit there and make this about us?”

“What was I supposed to do!”

“I can’t fucking believe you–” She said, standing from her chair, "-how do you claim to be my protector and then get the one person who actually gave a shit about me killed?"

“Y/N, I didn’t pull the trigger.”

“You might as well have.”

Jake watched as Y/N railed into him with unmatched fury. “I don’t know what to say, Y/N. You would have found any and every way to blame me for it, no matter what had happened.”

“That sounds painfully familiar, Jacob, it’s almost like you spent weeks blaming me for anything and everything you could. You saw every fault as mine, but I never got someone you cared for killed. That’s the difference between us isn’t it? When I say I’m going to protect the ones I love, I do it.”

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Azul 18

Summary: There’s a delicate period in the health of the recently overblotted that one must watch over. So delicate, in fact, that Azul was required to be quarantined in your dorm.

(You know, I was always disappointed with the fact that the housewarden’s health was just, strained and not ravaged by the fact that their own magic was this close to killing them.)

“Where am I?” Despite being disorientated, Azul’s first instinct was to try and don on his stance from his office. It’s easy to see his muscles aren’t working with him, so all you had to do was gently push him back down.

“Relax, don’t stiffen your shoulders like that.” Seriously, he shouldn’t strain himself. He’s still on painkillers. “Back to bed with you. Doctor’s orders.”

You even have the paper with you to prove it. You would give it to him but his mouth was running, albeit a bit sluggish. You’ll wait a bit, for a lull so you can dump the info and go. Doctor did say he’ll be waking briefly before slipping back into sleep.

“Bed? Wait, this isn’t Octavinelle. And is that the sunset? What time is it? Wait, what happened to me? To my Mostro Lounge?”

Whenever kids ramble too much for this bodies to keep up with, you liked to gently pop their mouth with your hand. Though, since you don’t exactly want to feel his lips on your skin, he’s not someone you know after all, you tapped them with the nutrition shake you had planned on leaving on his bedside. That shut him up real quick.

“Shush. You’re at Ramshackle. Yes, the sun’s setting. It’s the weekend. You overblotted. And your little restaurant is fine running without you.” You did have doubts to be perfectly honest. You half expected Jade and Floyd to make some unexpected renovations but no, they’re going about their business as if Azul never overblotted in the first place.

You pulled the drink back, dropping it on his lap before giving him the doctor’s note.

“Doc said you could relapse, so you have to be away from any and all magic, including magic users. This, of course, includes using your magic, so don’t think about it. Until your body is no longer a sponge for blot, I’ll be your babysitter for a bit. Oh, and drink that. Doc also said you can’t have solids, so that’s about the only nutrition you can get.”

You have a concerning amount of nutrition shakes on the account that you barely have time to cook. The ghosts are merciful, making your meals for you.

Azul looked strange, on this old bed covered in new fluffy white sheets. He didn’t have his glasses, his hair was a mess and he looked more ragged than when the ink finally seeped out of him and he fell onto the seabed.

Records of overblot, from what you can find, always placed emphasis on the state during rather than the aftermath. It’s natural, given the havoc any overblot can cause. It’s not just the victim that’s in danger, but the people around them as well. The more powerful you are, the more dangerous the overblot. Rarely does anyone make note of how the recovering individual is still at risk at relapsing, should the conditions be too stressful. Or magic rich, given how raw their nerves are after having their magic and blot mix and invade their person.

“…” Azul deigned to not give you an answer, simply squinting at the paper as though it’ll give him more answers than what’s already present.

“Well, if you don’t need anything, I’ll be leaving. I still have cleaning to do, A janitor’s work is never done.” But at least you’re being paid handsomely to keep quiet about this incident. Soon you’ll be able to renovate this place from the ground up into something truly lavish.

You heard the familiar click of a bottle being opened. Azul tipped his head back and chugged it all down. Well, as much as he could chug it down, given he can’t raise his elbows past his shoulders. He shuddered and flopped back onto the bed. You collected the bottle from his loose hands before making your way out.

“Why,” Azul coughed out, just the act of swallowing all that was enough to exhaust him, “are you helping me?”

Funny how the other two housewardens asked this very same question. And you have a suitable answer to give. One that will register clearly in their heads without badgering you with questions.

“Because,” you looked over your shoulder, tossing the empty bottle into the trash outside the room, “while you’re here, you have no choice but to think of ways to make it up to me. You pulled a lot of bullshit back there.”

You can’t exactly admit to him, or anyone in this college, that it’s simple manners to care for the sick and injured. Sick and injured means they’re weak, and everyone in this damn place never want to be anywhere near that word, let alone implications. And it doesn’t help that they side-eye any sort of kindness that doesn’t have strings attached.

Better to speak their language. Makes it easier.

“And? What if I decide I don’t owe anything to you?” His eyes narrowed, as expected, but they’re not baffled at least. Within his line of expectations.

“You will.” One things for sure, even if you admit you have no way of making them repay, the other two have done so without much complaint.

“Excuse me?”

“You will. Repay me, that is. You do realize I’m not the only set of eyes watching you, correct?” And just as you said it, flickers of golden dust kissed your windows. Faeries have a finesse with magic that no other person can replicate. But still, they know they can't linger around this room for too long. “Besides, folks like you aren’t keen to be parasites upon the mercy of others.”

Azul already looked like a fragile piece of coral in that puffed up bed, but the sigh that left him made him look thinner than a morgue sheet. “I give up. I really can’t escape making a due payment, can I? I suppose I was too harsh in my…decision to take your dorm from under your nose.”

“Yup.”

“And attempt to convince you to negotiate with your little friends into working for me.”

“Bribe, Ashengrotto. And the faeries are still pissed at you for that.” To imply those faeries are somehow under your command, that opinions mattered less than yours was an insult to them. And what is it with him and trying to soften the blow into his own deeds? Does he really think that type of framing will do him any favors?

“Of course they are. Foolish of me to forget their delicate temperaments.”

“Oh trust me, you would’ve made them angry one way or the other.” Faeries aren’t too keen on greed, but fate certainly has a way of attracting those unsavory individuals to them. “So no need to worry about that. Just rest. You’ll be here for a while. Think of it as a vacation, or something.”

A vacation that will drive you mad with how little there is to do here, but still. He has no choice but to adapt until the doc gives him the green light to attend college again.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #twst-drabbles exclusive #drabble #octavinelle #azul #azul ashengrotto #janitor au #reader insert

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en-chi-la-da · 10 days

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general animal death talk below

last night my dog sissy finally passed away

when i say finally i don't mean it like "god FINALLY i've been WAITING for her to GO already", i mean it like, i've been expecting it. "she's a tiny elder dog so i shouldn't be surprised when it happens", it's happening > it happened > time goes on. she's lived a long life, a solid 21 years (her birthday is in january) which was way longer than i was expecting her to go to be honest (although it is the estimated lifespan for the chihuahua breed WHATEVER) she was a strong little geezer. never broke a bone, rarely got sick, it felt like she was indestructible, looking back on it all.

unfortunately, she did get sick once again, so it actually wasn't from her old age catching up to her (again, that's what i expected to happen). she became lethargic and weak, very hot, was not eating/drinking or getting up to use the bathroom, when she did it was only to pee, and lots of sleeping. when we got her checked out she was dehydrated, ran over 103-degree F fever, and they told us that after an ultrasound they had found some cysts that had developed in her lower body (her digestive tract i believe). they said her body was trying to fight off an infection, most likely from the cysts, but they couldn't tell if they were cancerous or not or if one of them had popped or something. in the end, she wasn't looking good.

long term, we would've had to pay for numerous tests and surgeries for them to figure out what exactly was affecting her and try to treat her, although with her current state and how old she was, the vet estimated that most likely, her body wouldn't be able to handle all of that. short term, the quality of life route, we administer painkillers for a predetermined amount of time until she passes on her own or we run out. or, euthanization right there in the clinic. i saw no point in the medicine, why try to keep her around, just so we could watch her continue to suffer in her own bed? so she could keep not drinking or eating? so the infection could keep spreading? so i could end up one day coming home to find her dead body? horrible and ugly and the last thing i want to remember her by.

it felt like the best course of action, all things considered. she gets to pass painlessly, and i get to say goodbye and hold her in my arms one last time. honestly, i hadn't even started crying until it was over. when i felt her stop breathing and the vet confirmed that her heart had stopped. sure, at this point i had already accepted the fact that she was dying, there's not much we could do about it without hurting her more, it's the cycle of life, it was her time to go, i knew it was going to happen eventually - still, despite everything i was telling myself, to just get through it, for her sake - all my feelings in that moment still hit me like a truck. never before had she felt so small.

her life and her death will remain with me for the rest of mine, and i can only hope to see her again one day, but not for a long, long time.

i'm okay now, for the moment. honestly, ive just been rewatching all the videos i have of her, continuing to think of her and remembering her life with me. all that's left is to let the grieving process pass, i suppose. this is the last pic i got of sissy - this was from only a day before she started getting sick, can you believe that? i have others of her obviously, but this one i'm more comfortable with sharing.

on 4-15-2024 i said goodbye to the strongest chihuahua i've ever known and had the pleasure of raising 💖 may she rest in peace! :')

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Desert Rose

Chapter 14 ~ Thank you

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 2

✧ Word Count : 3.7k

In this chapter ~ Rose's boredom grows to be unbearable as she is advised to lay in bed and rest by the older man Hershel. However, it doesn't last as long as she assumes when she receives quite the unexpected present, and from the quiet archer no less.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ROSE POV *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I woke up the next morning with a lingering sting still present near my stomach, sore to the touch. But I quickly reminded myself that I had dealt with much worse in the past. This surely wasn't the first time I've been shot; being a cop clearly had its ups and downs. But all I wanted was to finally get up and out of this bed to help look for Sophia, however the pain in my side was surely preventing that much to my dismay.

Rick kept the promise he made and came in early this morning to check on me, and after reassuring him about fifty times that I was okay, he left to plan another search for Sophia. I knew in the back of my mind that he probably felt that he was to blame for what happened to me, so now he was trying to make up for it in every possible way. But in all honesty, it was just my dumbass standing too close to the animal. Still, I would much rather be in here rather than Carl who only stood inches away from the whole scene.

A sudden knock came from the other side of the door, snapping me out of my thoughts once it reached my ears.

"Come in." I called out softly.

The door opened, seeing Hershel pop his head in with a small smile, "Good morning. I just wanted to check a few things and give you these." he said holding up what looked like painkillers.

I smiled gratefully and took them, "Thank you."

He nodded before moving around to the other side of the bed, checking everything under the sun. My middle that was still bandaged up, my pulse to see if it was getting stronger, my head to see if I had a fever, and about five other things I didn't understand. He worked thoroughly and quietly, making sure everything was feeling okay by me before nodding silently to himself.

"Well, it seems like you are doing a lot better. I can go ahead and take this IV out of you now." he said as he carefully moved towards my arm.

"Thank God. Can I finally get out of this bed?" I asked him.

He chuckled a little to himself, "You act as if you've been in this bed for weeks."

I scoffed a little, "Yeah, well that's what it feels like. I am not the type of person to sit still." I replied.

"Well, let's just wait until the painkillers kick in. Your body went through a lot the past few days and you need time to heal. But later in the day if you're feeling up to it you can go outside, but don't do anything too active." he advised, removing the small needle from my arm.

I tried not to uncomfortably squirm as I looked away from the area, "I'm telling you right now, being in this bed all day hurts worse than the actual shot."

I felt him place a small bandage over the spot where it started to bleed, looking back up at him in time to see a thin lipped smile cross his face, "Rick mentioned you were stubborn."

My mouth dropped slightly. What an asshole. But the older man didn't say anything else as he quietly left the room. So, Rick was talking some shit about me behind my back to people that I hardly knew. Awesome.

I sighed and leaned my head back to stare at the ceiling, counting the small specks of paint that made little patterns in different places. This felt like torture. I hated feeling trapped and I was itching to go outside and feel the sun on my skin. Getting some fresh air would be nice and it would also be nice to know actually where the hell I was instead of being briefly told that I was on some farm.

But I found myself just sitting alone in the silence with nothing to do because I forgot to ask Glenn to grab my stuff when he was here last night. The last thing I needed right now was more sleep, and all I really wished for was something to keep myself busy if I wasn't allowed to leave for a while. What I would give right now for my notebook.

I was then pulled out of my small trance once more when another knock came, revealing Daryl as he slowly entered the room. Though I couldn't help but notice he obviously had something hidden behind his back.

"Hey, yer up." he stated while lingering near the door.

"Wow, thanks Captain Obvious." I replied, smiling sarcastically.

He gave me a small glare in return, still just standing by the door shifting uncomfortably like the thing in his hands was weighing him down heavily.

"I don't bite," I said jokingly, "Come over here."

His eyes met with mine again as he nodded small, hesitantly making his way over to me once he knew it was okay, sitting down on the edge of the chair with his hands still behind his back. He looked nervous, so I immediately assumed something was wrong.

"You okay? What are you hiding from me?" I asked to try and lighten the mood.

He cleared his throat, "Well, I uh...I brought ya some stuff." he admitted quietly.

My eyebrows raised in amusement, "More flowers?" I asked.

His cheeks instantly flushed red while he avoided my eyes yet again. I hadn't forgotten the conversation we had before Carl came into the room yesterday, but I didn't want to bring it up again. He seemed to not be completely comfortable talking about it, so I just let it be.

"Nah, some other stuff." he said while pulling something out from behind him. I instantly recognized this as two of the books I took from the CDC, feeling myself smile warmly at the sight.

"I noticed ya didn't have anything in here to keep ya busy while you rest so...yeah." he spoke.

I took them from his hands, "Thank you, that's very sweet of you." I said before putting the books down on the nightstand, right next to the Cherokee rose that now stood tall in a glass of water.

Turning back to face him again, his hands were still behind his back, "You have something else?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Uh yeah...it was something I found when we were lookin through them cars on the highway. I didn't know when to give it to ya, but I figured you'd be bored in here so..." he trailed off.

I waited patiently for him to reveal whatever he had to show me with a smile on my face. I couldn't bring myself to understand why he was so nervous. I thought it was about the sweetest thing in the work he thought to bring me things while I was stuck in here.

He then slowly brought his hands out from behind his back to reveal a real sketchbook. My smile disappeared from my face as I stared at it with wide eyes trying to figure out how he managed to find one. I had been looking for one since the beginning and couldn't seem to find one anywhere because apparently, they're scarce in the apocalypse or something.

I slowly took it from his hands as I examined the cover of it thoroughly, running my hand over the smooth surface. It looked almost brand new.

"I also found these," he said as he handed me a fresh watercolor palette, "I found em in the same car, they must have liked to draw and shit too." he finished while I slowly took the paints from him as well.

I almost couldn't believe the things he sought out just for me, truly at a loss for words. But I could easily tell that my silence was starting to worry him, because he then began to ramble.

"I just uh...thought...you would like em. If ya don't like it, it's okay, I can take it back. Glenn said somethin bout how ya said you were lookin for a new sketchbook or somethin and when I saw it, I just grabbed it in case ya wanted it but-"

I then quickly cut him off and discarded the new things, wrapping my arms around his neck and bringing him into a hug. He was clearly shocked at my actions because he stopped talking completely and his muscles tensed like he had just been burned. But then he soon started to relax after a few long seconds and began to hug me back, placing his hands hesitantly around my waist.

Not letting go of him, I whispered, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." however many times I could. Wanting him to know how much I truly loved it.

Eventually I let go of him after giving him one final squeeze, pulling away to see his face. He was smiling shyly, with his ears turning a bright red as he huffed out an awkward laugh.

I looked back down at the supplies once more to admire them, "I love them Daryl, thank you so much." I spoke gratefully.

He smiled even wider, "No problem." he muttered.

I paused as an idea suddenly came to me, "Well now, since you got this for me you have to tell me the first thing I paint in here."

He sat there for a minute thinking before shrugging as if it was too hard to decide, "I dunno, yer the artist." he smirked.

"Just whatever comes to mind." I replied.

He thought about it again as he rubbed his hands together nervously before an idea came to him, "How bout the house?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "I could do that later when Hershel actually lets me leave this room." I joked.

He chuckled before nodding his head, "Alright, well...I gotta head out and look for Sophia some more, but I wanted to see ya before I left."

"Oh yeah, yeah of course, just be careful out there okay?"

He gave a small smile, "Always am."

Nodding my head, I watched him get up and begin to head towards the door, stopping once I called his name just one last time. "Thank you again, it really means a lot to me." I told him.

He winked back at me before turning to head out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. I let out a breath of air I didn't realize I was holding in, flopping back on the bed as my heart raced in my chest. I lifted my left arm up to check and see if I was having a heart attack. I wasn't. It might've just been a certain man making me feel all giddy inside like a goddamn teenager.

But I merely scoffed to myself at the thought, knowing there was absolutely no way he felt the same.

My eyes flew through chapters and chapters of books but nothing was curing the utter boredom that I was feeling inside this stuffy room. I placed the book down with a slam on the bedside table before swinging my legs over the side of the bed at an attempt to stand. Hershel didn't give me the okay, but hours had passed and the painkillers were working, leaving me feeling much better for the most part so fuck it.

Slowly and hesitantly walking outside past the screen door, I tilted my head up and let the sunshine hit my face, it felt nice, refreshing after not being able to get out. My eyes then opened and gazed upon my surroundings, the acres of land, noticing this place was really beautiful. I would have a lot of fun painting this. The ideas only flowing the longer I stood on the porch.

But my attention was quickly drawn to my left after a moment or two, noticing Maggie and Glenn having a quiet conversation together. Their hushed whispers seemed almost harsh, but I couldn't make out what they were saying from where I stood. Though it didn't last long before Maggie started to walk away towards me, with Glenn looking defeated from behind her.

Her expression seemed to brighten when she caught sight of me out and about, a smile forming on her face as she approached. "Hey, you're up! How are you feeling?" she asked.

"Painkillers really work wonders." I replied.

She laughed at that and nodded her head, "Oh I bet. But actually I'm glad I got a chance to see you. I gotta run and finish these chores, but when I'm done do you want to maybe...hangout?" she asked me.

I smiled at her and nodded, "Yeah, yeah I would like that."

She smiled back, "Great, I'll see ya later." she said before walking off towards the barn.

Turning back to look at Glenn, he had a confused and upset look on his face as he followed Maggie's retreating figure with his eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern as he was clearly replaying the conversation over and over again in his mind.

I found myself walking over and taking a seat next to him, nudging his shoulder with mine. "What's wrong?" I asked.

He looked over at me and gave me a small smile before shaking his head, "Nothing."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Don't lie to me."

He sighed, "Okay...okay. This is what I was going to tell you last night but everyone was there so I couldn't... so you know how Maggie and I went out on that run?"

"No, I think I was still unconscious for that part." I deadpanned.

"Oh right, sorry." he muttered before continuing, "Well, Maggie said that they needed more medical supplies because they were running low, and so she asked me to come into town because Rick recommended I go with her. Anyway, we get there, and everything is going fine, and I pick up something that I needed but she came around the corner and I panicked. So I dropped the thing I actually needed and picked up condoms on accident." he rambled.

I was silent for a few seconds as I stared at him, "Okay, I'm really confused as to where this is going."

"Oh, I'm getting to the weird part don't worry. So, I'm holding the condoms and then she asked me if she was sure, you and I weren't together since I was getting the condoms-"

"Woah, what?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, she asked if we were together because I came to see you when you were still passed out. Anyway I said no, that we were just friends and then all of a sudden, she offered to have sex with me."

I waited for him to say more as he gestured wildly with his hands, but I got nothing in return. "So...did you have sex with her?" I asked him.

"...Yeah," he responded.

"Okay, you got laid. I'm failing to see the problem here." I said.

He sighed, "The problem is, she doesn't actually like me. We just finished talking about it when you came outside."

My lips pulled together in a sympathetic smile as he just hung his head, "Glenn, I'm sorry." I said while wrapping one of my arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a side hug.

He hugged me back tight, squeezing me slightly before I hissed out in pain the minute I felt an excruciating pain in my side. He let go of me immediately and looked at me in shock, "Sorry, shit I'm sorry." he apologized quickly.

I waved him off, "No, you're good." I breathed while gently smoothing my hand over the bandage.

He sighed again and let a few moments of silence pass us before shrugging, "I just don't know what to do."

My eyes glanced back towards his face, seeing how much this was truly affecting him. "...Just give it time hon, I'm sure she'll come around." I assured.

He gave me a small smile and nodded before the conversation ventured off to talk about some other things to get his mind off of Maggie. I hoped they could work it out because I could see how this was slightly hurting him. Even though he didn't know her very well, he still had some feelings for her while she claimed to have none whatsoever.

Although the longer we spoke, the more I could tell he had something else on his mind, something else that was bothering him. I didn't ask though, if he wanted to tell me, he would when he was ready. That is one thing I didn't like to do to anyone. I absolutely hated to pry. If the person truly wanted to tell you, they would when the time was right. All I could do right now for him was listen, seeming to be the one thing he needed from me the most.

Though after a little while we split off as I eventually ventured further away from the house to start working on the painting that Daryl suggested. I walked a little further out towards the tents where everyone was staying at the moment to get a better full view of everything, briefly seeing Lori standing there hanging up some laundry to dry. I smiled at her as I passed, but then stopped myself and backtracked, wanting to properly do something I should've done last night.

"Hey Lori?" I said as I walked back over towards her.

"Yeah?" she responded as she hung up another shirt, clipping it in place.

"I never got a chance to say thank you."

Her brows furrowed, "Thank me? For what?"

"For giving me that blood transfusion," I said simply, "I know it was really important, and...I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you."

She stopped there for a second as her expression softened, before walking over to me and giving me a hug. I almost didn't expect her sudden actions, but smiled a little to myself as I wrapped my arms around her.

"You're welcome honey. I'm so glad I could help you." she said while pulling away. "It's good to see you up and moving already." she pointed out.

"I was going stir crazy in that small ass room." I joked, "But hey, if you see Hershel, you didn't see me out here at all." I finished with a wink.

She nodded as she raised her hand up to zip her lips shut without saying another word. I smiled at her again gratefully before heading back to the perfect spot to start on my painting.

This seemed to be the exact moment I realized how truly beautiful this house was, the way the sun was hitting it was making it even prettier. I started with a sketch of the structure to get the basic idea and started painting the plants around the exterior first, adding different shades of green to the grass below. The light purple flowers popping up around the area gave the whole thing an even more perfect effect as I added those in as well.

I even made sure to add the line of fences in the background, not wanting to miss a single detail as my eyes glanced back and forth between the page and the surroundings. Feeling myself get lost in focus only made me remember how much I loved to do this. It was a good distraction and something I would surely love for the rest of my life, calming me in a certain way I wasn't able to explain.

I was working for a good long while before I felt someone walking up to me, looking back up to see it was Maggie coming at me with a smile on her face.

"Hey," she greeted while taking a seat next to me, "What are you painting? The house?" she asked, looking over my shoulder.

"Yeah, Daryl gave me the suggestion and I thought it was a pretty good idea." I said as I turned the paper so she could get a better look.

She smirked and nodded her head without saying anything, though I quickly noticed the look on her face, "What?" I asked.

"Nothing," she shrugged, "He's just so soft with you."

My eyes narrowed, "Huh?" I asked as if I couldn't understand.

She laughed at my blank expression, "I said he's soft with you. Just today he was snapping at people and telling them off, but when he's with you he smiles, he actually laughs, and gives you presents..." she trailed off.

My eyes glanced down at the sketchbook before turning back to her, "So you were eavesdropping?" I asked.

"No, not eavesdropping." she quickly defended, "I just happened to be passing by." she said, smiling innocently.

"Uh huh." I muttered, going back to painting as I attempted to ignore her suggestive eyes.

"I'm just saying, when you hadn't woken up yet, he was real worried about you. We all saw it." she said.

"You're preaching to the choir, believe me," I stated, "But everyone was kind of worried, I don't plan on reading too much into that."

"Okay that's fair...but I personally think it was something a little more than that." she told me.

"Whatever you say."

I then seemed to quickly change the subject, getting to know her more while I continued to paint the house. Although, I was a little surprised when she told me herself about what happened with Glenn, but I pretended I didn't know a thing as I listened to a different perspective. She then told me that the whole experience was eleven minutes of her life she was never going to get back, and that made me laugh louder than it probably should.

I knew this was hard for Glenn but for some reason I had a feeling it was all going to work out okay. She was actually very sweet, and I knew she would come around and love Glenn just like the rest of us did.

But after a while she then had to go off with her sister to do some more stuff around the house, and told me we would talk more later which I was looking forward to. I liked her, and we already got along much better than I ever expected.

Though after she left, my mind seemingly wandered back to Daryl. I couldn't help but think about how nice it was of him to get me these things just because he figured out how badly I had been wanting them. And if that wasn't bad enough, Maggie's words also seemed to replay a bit in my mind no matter how much I didn't want them to.

I had to agree, he was a little different around me then he was with anyone else, but I always assumed it was because I actually knew how to talk to him and when to give him his space. But I liked the kind of relationship we had; he was just a great person to have around I've come to find out. I just really hoped he was being safe out there.

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th0rns-n-r0ses · 3 months

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painkiller ~

steven adler ~ fluff ~ 801 words ~ ~~~~~ At around midnight, you hear the front door unlock and a little bit of grumbling and shuffling around. Your mind had zoned out before, but you wake up from that trance and your attention snaps to the foyer. Out of it, you see your boyfriend, Steven Adler, emerge. He’s rubbing his head and mumbling a bit. He hasn’t noticed you quite yet, but seeing him act so natural is a little soothing. He moves into the kitchen and takes out some painkillers and a glass of water.

You get up off of the couch and walk over to Steven quietly, not wanting to startle him. But your next action catches him off guard. He jumps a little at the feeling of your hands moving up his body, from his hips to his shoulders, giving them a massage.

“Oh! I didn’t see you there.” Steven turns around and gives you a gentle smile, then a peck on the lips. He pops the painkillers into his mouth and sips some of his water.

“How’d the show go tonight?” You ask in a sweet tone, still rubbing his shoulders. He lets out a little groan of pleasure, as his muscles are tense and he seems to really need that massage.

“You know. We knocked ‘em dead, baby, but my head is killing me.” Steven chuckles and rubs his forehead a little, then lets out a small groan.

“Let me help you, Steven.” You move your hands off of his shoulders, then take his hand and lead him to the couch, then sit down on it. You look at him and pat your thighs. He gives you a kind smile, then sits down on the couch slowly, trying not to agitate his headache. He then leans over and down a bit, then lays down, his head on your warm and soft thighs.

“You know me too well.” Steven smiles softly and reaches a hand up, letting it rest on your cheek, then trailing it down your face and jaw. His fingers reside under your chin for a moment, his thumb stroking your chin a little. Steven then moves his hand away and lets it rest on his chest, along with his other hand. He smiles up at you as you look down at him with a loving gaze and a gentle smile, your hands gently and slowly stroking his golden hair. He makes a gentle sigh and his eyelids flutter a bit.

��Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He sighs and closes his eyes and snuggles into your thighs a bit more.

“Every day. But it never gets old, sweetheart. Have I ever told you how adorable and handsome you are?” You let out a quiet giggle and keep petting his hair gently. Steven makes a happy little noise and his nose and cheeks turn a light pink.

“All the time, my love. But I think I love it more and more every time you say it. Hell, I love you more and more.” Steven opens his eyes, giving you a nice look into those sparkly blue eyes of his, those which are filled to the brim with love and affection for you.

The room goes quiet after your little sweet talk, and Steven closes his eyes again. You remain there for a while, his head on your lap and your fingers in his soft hair. He eventually falls asleep there, snoring a bit, and a gentle smile on his lips. You slide out from under him, moving quietly. You crouch over and pick him up bridal-style, and his arms instinctively wrap around your neck. He gently mutters in your ear, a few words escaping the dreams he’s having. And it seems that all of his little messages are for you and you only, as he mumbles your name into your ear, followed by “I love you”s. Steven’s sweet tone makes your heart warm and nearly beat out of your chest as you hold and carry him. He’s a bit heavy, but you won’t have to carry him for long, as you just need to get him into the bedroom.

You slowly walk upstairs, trying not to wake him. When you reach the bedroom, you lay Steven on the bed and take his jacket off of his shoulders and lay it on the coat hook behind the door. You snuggle up behind him, wanting him to feel warm, safe, protected and loved throughout his sleep. After you get situated, you pull the sheets up on top of the both of you, making sure you’re all cozy together. Before drifting into sleep, you give him a kiss on the side of the face, then you snuggle up against him and drift off into a sleep, full of dreams of you and Steven. ~~~~~

#steven adler #guns n roses #80s music #80s rock #hard rock #glam rock #ir0nr0se

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can you come up with some cutesy mushy love prompts?

Cutesy Mushy Love Prompts

Is this mushy enough?

WARNINGS: Mention of crime. Cursing. Mushy, mushy stuff.

SCENARIOS

1) Noticing that whenever your spouse walks into the room, your eyes track them, noticing every little thing about them. You find a new appreciation for how their eyes light up, and their lips stretch into that intoxicating smile.

2) I have music playing in the background–something soft and sweet, just like I know you like it. Being honest, I only turned it on hoping that you’d come in here and dance with me. Even if the dishes aren’t being done/the food might burn.

3) If there’s one thing I do before bed every night, it has to be calling you. Letting you know that I miss you, and that I can’t wait to be back in your arms. Even if there’s a thousand other things on mind, I’ll never forget you.

4) Picking a flower from the grass, I notice it goes with your eyes/clothing/hair. The smile that graces your lips and the sparkle in your eyes as I slide it behind your ear makes it all worth it.

5) I never thought that proposing would be something I’d get to do in life. Maybe I’d never find the right person, or the timing would never just feel right, but there’s no other way to describe you. There’s only one thing left to do.

6) It’s our first dance, and I’m trying not to cry into your shoulder/hair/chest, and I don’t know how you’re keeping it together, but I’m just so happy.

7) It’s raining, enough to where inch-deep puddles keep popping up all over the concrete. We should really be inside, but you take my hand and start to sway in the rain, cold fingers against my cheeks, wrists, chest, hair, anywhere you can get a hold of. There’s not a single other person in the world I’d do this for, I hope you know.

8) Hell, I don’t know how to bake, and everytime I have in the past, it’s turned out to be an absolute disaster. But, it’s your birthday/promotion/other big event, and I just have to make you a cake or something. As long as nothing burns down.

9) I’ve got a headache that just won’t go away, but you’re content with curling up into my side–making sure that I’ve got painkillers on my bedside table and perfectly decided snacks. Every time I try apologizing that we couldn’t make it out today, you press your finger against my lips.

10) It’s already twelve o’clock in the morning and you’re still working. Patience gone, I go and try to find you, and–oh. You’re sleeping on your desk, drooling with a pen still loosely falling from your grip. After wiping the grin off my face, I manhandle you into a hold to drag you to bed/the couch.

11) It’s my birthday–nothing special really. Just a passing day where nobody remembers anything and everybody pretends they care for one day, right? After work, I expected the usual–dinner on the couch, and curling up in bed, but you took my spare key and placed a damn cake on my counter, sitting behind it with a cheshire grin and a happy birthday on your tongue.

12) Some say growing old is a bad thing, but I think it’s beautiful. Waking up every morning with you and seeing the way you’ve changed over the years, whether it’s the different light in your eyes or the crinkle at your eyes that wasn’t there before. You’re beautiful.

13) I know that we said that you’d do the dishes, but at least I can give some moral support here with my hands wrapped around your waist, your back to my chest.

14) Agonizingly, the sun’s streaming through the curtains straight into my eyes. But before I can curse it out, I notice that it’s highlighting your features. The slope of your nose and the soft parting of your lips as you snooze. Maybe the sun can do this some more, actually.

15) Rain might be soaking my hair and making my shirt cling to me in all the wrong places, but there’s hair in your eyes and you’re grinning so electrically. There’s nowhere I rather be–even inside, dry, and warm. Not when your laugh’s ringing through the night sky like this.

16) You want a pet. I don’t want a pet. But when you look at me like that with those big eyes and clasped hands, I can’t say no. I really need to get better at this.

17) We’re at the altar and my hands won’t stop shaking; there’s a knot in my throat that won’t disappear no matter how hard I try to swallow it away. You grin and reach out, fingers wrapping around my own, and like tangible courage, the words just come like that to me.

18) You want to compare our hands after someone commented on how small/big your hands were. It’s not my fault that my first idea was to lock my fingers with your own, okay?

19) Remember yesterday when I told you that staying up until the birds sang their God-awful song was a bad idea? Yeah, now I can see that you’re really regretting it. Well, here’s a coffee? I hope it makes up for the way that I’m pretty sure your eyebags have eyebags.

20) I never knew what it was like to be loved, at least, not like this. But you make me realize what I missed out on in all the little things you do; making me breakfast, not because you have to, but because you want to. Picking out little things that you’d think I’d like. Delivering lunch to me at work because I stupidly forgot my bag in the kitchen. Pressing kisses to my cheek, and curling up next to me at night.

DIALOGUE

21) “I love you.”

22) “You make me feel loved.”

23) “I never knew that someone could make me feel so… happy.”

24) “You’re beautiful, you know?”

25) “There’s no other place I’d rather be, okay?”

26) “I’d do anything and everything for you.”

27) “Can I help?”

28) “Dance with me?”

29) “You know it’s raining, right? Why do you want to dance?”

30) “That’s awfully close for someone in dish-water-flinging distance.”

31) “Never thought I’d be one of those people who dance in the kitchen. Guess I was wrong.”

32) “I’ll be home soon.”

33) “Wait for me?”

34) “Just close your eyes, and I’ll be there before you know it.”

35) “Let me worry about you.”

36) “Please go to sleep early tomorrow.”

37) “Did– did you break in? To sing me happy birthday?”

38) “I’m willing to be a felon for you.”

39) “Oh my god, you’re serious.”

40) “This is… for me?”

41) “You look good in that.”

42) “Here, I got something for you.”

43) “If you start crying, I’m going to start crying.”

44) “My makeup will start running, please–”

45) “Oh, here come my waterworks.”

46) “I’m sorry, you’re just so beautiful.”

47) “I think my brain’s turning off because of you.” “That a good or a bad thing?” “Good. Definitely good.”

48) “I love it when we cuddle, you know?”

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