#requesting someone to come over and hold my head like you were drawing blood from my jugular

[canisalbus]

Fun fact! I'm a veterinary assistant and when drawing blood from a jugular vein we hold cat and dog heads like burger to keep them still and make sure they can't see the needle c: idk what you will make of that info but thought I'd share

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#good addition #thank you anon #now I know that burger head hold is an established veterinary maneuver #answered #anonymous #the more I think about it the more appealing it sounds #requesting someone to come over and hold my head like you were drawing blood from my jugular

[he-calls-me-kitten]

I literally just read through your entire blog and I am so impressed with how you write for the obey me characters. Could I request the obey me characters with a reader that's half succubus/incubus so they have certain needs once in a while but just try and hold it till it physically hurts? But it comes at random no matter the time or place. Whether it be in school, at a meeting, what was supposed to be a fun shopping spree ect.

Aww thanks for reading my little rambles :') and for being so sweet. Also wow I love this ask so damn much. Going into heat will never not be hot.

Desperate Measures

Obey me characters x Sub GN!MC

It had been growing inside you for quite a while now - this knot in your stomach, a dull constant ache. But you'd trained yourself to deal with it. You could handle it pretty well, especially given that you were half succubi/incubi.

However, you knew it would grow to the point you couldn't hold it anymore. You just had to make sure you were alone when that happened, away from friends and family. And you'd have to relieve yourself over and over for the next three days.

Atleast...that was the plan. But now you were leaning against the wall, barely keeping yourself upright with the pounding in your head and the desire spreading rapidly into your blood. This was worse than anything you'd experienced before. Your hands made way into your underwear, trying to provide yourself some sort of relief.

Yet, that wasn't even the worst part. You weren't alone. He was there, right next to you, feeling your arousal that hung so heavily in the air.

"MC..." He called out your name and the flame inside you lapped at your heart. Fuck, you need him. NOW. One glance and you knew he'd readily relieve you. He was holding back, just waiting for you to ask. You watched his face flush red as you desperately whispered his name.

"Lucifer..."

He didn't need to be asked any further. He promptly fixes your dishevelled state before taking you straight to the student council. He locks the door securely as you hold onto his arm for support.

"Noone is supposed to come here for the next three hours." You see him pull off his gloves with his teeth, unbuttoning the RAD uniform. "Will that be enough for you?"

You nodded wordlessly, rubbing your thighs together to hide your excitement. He unbuckled his belt and zipped down his pants before he pulled you into his lap.

"Next time just summon me. What were you thinking doing in the hallway in uniform?" Lucifer muttered in your ear, his hands cupping your sex.

"Heat...too much at once...sorry..." You mumbled apologies as he unbuttoned your shirt and let his cold hands skim over your perked nipple. He smirked. "I haven't done this in a while. Be prepared. I might get rougher than you're used to."

🥀

"Mammon..."

He draws a sharp breath as he realises what he might have to do. He promptly puts a protective arm around you and takes you to the closest storage room he can find.

"Oi, could you not look at me like that?" He struggles to meet your needy gaze, his heart pounding. "You're driving me crazy, MC..."

"I'm sorry I couldn't help it..." You turn your gaze downwards. And now it's worse. Mammon holds your face with both his hands before kissing you tenderly. The way your tongue darts out at him catches him off-guard.

He meets your intensity eagerly. At the back of his head, he imagines what would happen if it was someone else who saw you like that. And he hates it. Mine. He repeats quietly as he bites into your neck.

His hands move downwards, pulling you tight towards him, his erection pushing between your thighs. You moan into his mouth. He lets out a guttural growl. "You better not to go anyone else when you're like this, get that MC?"

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"Levi..."

"M-MC!" His head is turning to mush even as you try to explain what's going on. Only he already knows it and is losing his mind seeing you like this.

"Please help...Levi..." You plead. He should have been the last possible choice. He wouldn't even know how to do it well, so it relieves you. Aren't you better off asking Asmo?

And yet he says none of this out loud. He helps you to his room, his body trembling and burning at your proximity and what he knows is about to come. You rush out of your clothes, sitting in his bathtub. His heart is about to jump out of his chest looking at your eager eyes.

"L-lean back." Levi cushions your head against his hand, on the edge of the tub. "This must be so uncomfortable I'm sorry..." You simply shake your head and close your eyes. He takes the hint. Gingerly, he lets his unworthy lips touch yours.

And in the very next, he loses all restraint. Your entire bodies are entangle, his whimpers and desperate kisses against your skin already driving you insane. He thrusts into you like there's no tomorrow, like his life depends on it.

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"Satan.."

There are a dozen potions and a hundred spells he knew, all that could have helped you out of this. And Satan could have definitely used any one of those. But calling his name out like that...was foul play.

"Are you sure you want me to relieve you?" He tucked a stray hair behind your ear, as you both hid behind a bookshelf in the library. His touch sent you reeling for more. "I may not be able to stop once I start, MC..."

"I won't stop you." You held onto his hand as he tried to pull away. "Use me as you will. Just please, touch me, Satan." Something snapped in his mind.

His hands were fast and greedy as he almost ripped the buttons off your shirt. You threw your head back, overwhelmed by his vigor and ferocity. You felt his teeth sinking into your skin to leave marks all over.

But then he was deliberately slow. While he did want to relieve you, make you more comfortable - he didn't want to let this side of you go. He wanted to savor your taste,touch and moans longer. Much, much longer.

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"Asmo.."

The absolute delight on his face is unparalleled. It's as if he'd been waiting for this very day. Honestly, he was the best possible person to run into in your situation. Who can better take care of you than the Avatar of Pleasure himself?

"Oh, MC. Tsk tsk, why did you wait so long?" He scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the comfort of his bed. He wants your smell to linger. He wants to lay in it at night, jerking himself off again.

You throbbed with desire as he stripped himself off and unbuttoned your uniform painfully slow. You whined his name to hurry him up. "So impatient, so adorable..." He chuckles.

He sits up pulling you to his lap. You didn't even need prep at this point, you are already dripping on his sheets as he suckles on your chest.

"So smooth and tight...ah MC you really are something else aren't you?! Ahaha I think I might get addicted to your body like this...what will you do about it then?" He bounces you on his dick like his favourite fuck toy.

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"Beel..."

He's worried more than anything else as he carries you to your room. You look so much in pain, can you get you medicine? How can he help?

He doesn't understand what's wrong until you let him see your dampening underwear. "Hm? Oh..." He goes quiet as he blushes. Your smell is slowly intoxicating him.

He presses a finger to the growing damp spot, making you yelp, "B-Beel..." His face inches closer, he wants to drink you in like Demonus. His tongue lashes out, slurping you up through the panties.

You moan and rut into his face as he pulls down the underwear and sucks you off relentlessly. It's a never ending cycle - the more he sucks, the more aroused you are and the more you release.

"Use this now, Beel. Please..." You carress his bulge through his pants, letting your feet lightly run over it. And he's more than ready to do it at command.

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"Belphie..."

"Come to bed." He takes you by the hand and plops himself down the bed first, asking you to be on top of him. Turns out he required assistance too.

"You caused this, MC." He smirked, raising his hips to rub his erection on you. "So turn youself around. Let's help each other out."

You groaned and did as he asked. Even now, he wouldn't stop being a brat. You felt him pull down your pants, groping your ass.

It seems he was using anticipation to turn you on, and it was working. You felt heat pool between legs, dripping and ready as he pushed his fingers deep inside you. You gripped his erection making his groan and grip your thighs.

"You're such a tease, MC." He bites into your soft flesh. "You're no different." You snap back and you both break into smiles.

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"Solomon..."

He runs his thumb over your trembling lips. As much as he wants this, he's conflicted. The way you are pulling him closer, your fingers dancing on his neck - how painfully tempting.

"I have spells to calm you temporarily. And once we go home I can make you a potion to suppress-" You shut him up with a kiss. He couldn't hold back his arms from wrapping around you, lifting you off the ground.

"I'd much rather have you...please..." You whisper urgently into his ear, placing a kiss right under it. His desire grows tenfold, his fears now put to rest. "Then I'll be delighted to oblige."

Seconds later you are both naked and entangled under his sheets, the door to his room locked shut. He devours your moans hungrily, as he fills you up with himself. Over and over and yet it wasn't enough for either of you.

He littered your skin with bites and marks, holding your hands above your head. Hours upon hours and yet he never stopped once. "S-Solomon, too much, I can't.. can't cum anymore..." You lost count of how many times you've done it but he simply kisses your forehead. "One last round, MC, I know you can do it..."

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"Simeon..."

He lets you lean on him, as your knees sway and buckle under your weight. Your cheeks feel warm and tingly on his shoulders. He knows what you're asking but he's not sure he can give it to you.

But his head gets clouded with deep-set anger and jealousy as he pictures you with anyone else. "Not here,MC, let's go somewhere quieter."

You sit in his room, between his legs, his hands wrapped around your waist. "Does this help?" He whispers as he lets his hands carress your chest, over your shirt. You nod as his touch turns more eager, more aggresive. One of hands unbuttoning you and slipping inside.

"Mmh...Simeon!" You yell out his name as he takes the shirt right off you, kissing your neck to your shoulder. His breath is so ragged and heavy, his restrain is admirable. Especially given the growing bulge against your hips.

"Your expression..so pretty...I can't stop watching you, MC." You watched him stare at you in the mirror, his hands now spreading apart your legs, palming your crotch. The lust in his eyes was overwhelming.

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"Barbatos..."

The man is overflowing with the need to serve, to please. He asks no questions about it. Simply lifts you up in his arms and carries you off to his chambers. He sets you down gently on his bed, taking his gloves off. He wants no layers between your bodies. None.

Your needy eyes drive him crazy as he hurries to undress you. You cover up your naked self, embarrassed and excited. "Don't worry, MC, I'll do my very best. I'll make you enjoy every minute of it."

It takes him barely fifteen minutes to get you overstimulated and crying out for release. He's building it up to the epic end; you can tell by his smile. "B-Barbatos please...too much...just let me please...just..."

"As you wish, MC." His tail appears out of nowhere, wrapping around your legs and spreading them apart, right before his penetrates you all at once. His mouth latches onto your neck. He feels the vibrations as you scream his name in pleasure.

"Please be sure to come to me, if such a problem arises again. Am I understood, MC?" He mumurs into your back, after he's flipped you around. You simply nod, your words incoherent as he pounds into you again.

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"Diavolo..."

He wouldn't have cared about the people or place if your need was too dire. He's the Prince after all, who would dare speak up against him? And especially when he's simply trying to help out a student in need?

"Diavolo...there would be better." You had to point towards the washrooms as he was already lifted you into his arms, making your legs cross behind his back, arms draped around his neck.

He was silent at first. Eyes dark with lust and desire as you lifted your arms for him to undress. "I didn't know humans are...this beautiful..." He let his fingers run down your bare chest and stomach.

"...so soft." He mumbled as he pressed his face against your chest. "...so good." His tongue savored the taste of your skin. "Mhmmm Diavolo..." Your voice was so much prettier like this. Should he always keep you in this state?

It was a miracle how you fit his whole length inside you. Diavolo traced your abdomen, he could see himself bulge inside. It drove him mad with excitement. You were already leaking out and he hadn't even started thrusting yet.

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me solomon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me beelzebub #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me Simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos

[ltbarnes]

Back to December (1/2)

Summary: Your new job as an assistant for the CEO of a big, shiny company was supposed to be a good thing. Instead your ex from uni who completely ghosted you out of nowhere several years ago happens to be one of your superiors. It doesn’t help that he’s only gotten more handsome over the years. But you hate him for leaving without an explanation, and he seems to hate you too. Everything is just fucking great.

Pairing: ex!Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

Word count: 6.9k

Warnings: OFFICE AU (Ghost is not ceo but he’s up there in the company somewhere), exes to enemies to lovers, harassment, past emotional violence/threats, ghost was a rugby player in uni lol, blood

A/N: I’m finally dipping my toe into another fandom 🫣 I’ve been obsessed with the cod men for months now so I suppose it’s time. this is the first part of two, maybe three. we’ll see where my imagination takes me!!

Part 2

Masterlist

So many years spent wondering what the hell happened that night, and there he is on the opposite side of the meeting room table gathering his papers into a neat pile. Simon always was organized, you remember.

He hasn't seen you yet. Or maybe he doesn't recognize you. You don't think you have changed that much, but you never know. More as a person than your appearance, you guess.

Maybe that's why you haven't fell down to the floor crying yet—you would have just a few years ago. Seeing your ex-boyfriend for the first time since you were 20 might do that to you.

But you just feel anger. Anger over the fact that Simon has the audacity to have grown into his looks that way, and that he's successful and has this great scruff on his face and that he just left and never said a word to you again. How dare he have a good life when he just abandoned you and your relationship that night all those years ago without giving you a reason for it.

Your new boss clears his throat, sitting down at one of the ridiculously expensive chairs right next to you. You didn't notice him come in, and you certainly haven't gotten used to his intimidating presence yet.

"Garcia, you have about...fifteen minutes to go through your presentation. I have another meeting with Hill soon." Mr. Price pauses to look down at his wrist watch for two seconds in the middle of his sentence, before nodding towards the beautiful redhead standing with a small remote in her hand.

For some reason this company seems to be where models who get tired of their careers come to work. You didn't exactly get that memo. It's only your second day here, and you feel intimidated by everyone. Maybe that's the way an assistant should feel.

"Y/l/n, you keeping notes for me?" Your head tilts up dangerously fast at the mention of your name, taking a few seconds too long to process his request, before nodding obediently.

"Yes, sir."

Your fingers click too loudly against the keys as you frantically try to draw up a document with the correct font and size. It's too quiet in here. You haven't done anything wrong, yet it feels like everyone is waiting for you to misstep. Your anxiety is a bitch.

"Riley. Riley, what the hell?" you hear someone whisper angrily. It's not until you hear a pen clatter to the floor that you dare to look up his way.

Honey brown eyes stare right into your goddamn soul. Your breath hitches, speeding up the pace of your anxiety-ridden heart even further. More than what's acceptable for sitting still in a work meeting. But your momentary weakness over catching his attention soon disappears, to be replaced by your anger again.

You look away with a clenched jaw, focusing on the keyboard right beneath you. Simon is still staring at you. You can feel it. Feels like it always used to do, but this time you don't want it. In your ideal world Simon Riley would not sit opposite you, would not stand up to join the beautiful, model redhead to hold a presentation where he keeps stumbling on his words all the time because of your presence. At least you think it's your presence, but you're not sure if it's in a good or bad way. For you it's bad.

But it does make you feel good that he keeps having these space outs—tripping over his words, forgetting them all together. It is not a good presentation on his part, and Ms. Garcia is getting increasingly more irritated at him for his lack of delivery. You hope she scolds him for it afterward. God knows you would like to throw every curse word you know at the man.

Should you be this angry after all these years? Should you have let it go a long time ago? Should you have stopped acting as if being with another man after him is betrayal? Probably. The last question is probably the answer to why you haven't really moved on from your hurt.

It just makes you so mad—for a year he was your entire world. Simon hugged you from behind each time he encountered you out in public and played with your hair as you fell asleep in his arms and woke you up with his fingers tracing patters on your hip. He fucked you until your bed broke and made love to you so gently you might as well have been made of glass to him. Two weeks from your anniversary he stopped talking to you. Not one thing of his was left in your dorm the next morning, and you didn't see him on campus even once during the term he had left of school. The few friends you had in common didn't talk to you anymore.

It broke your heart, to be abandoned like that. That night was already shit, and Simon just decided to make it ten times worse. You were in shock and all you wanted was his comfort. To find out he had left? You barely made it through that next semester.

For years you have pondered over what part of you was so unlovable that Simon couldn't even bear to say another word to you. Maybe his inability to function properly during this meeting wasn't due to shock, but instead disgust over having to be in the same room as you. Fuck, you are mad, and yet so scared that you have to meet him every single week from now on. You're not strong enough for that.

"That was...something. I expect you to be better prepared next time I see you, Riley," Mr. Price says, clicking his pen while pointing it towards Simon. "Don't know what the fuck that was," he mutters under his breath while rising from his chair.

You follow swiftly. The chair is too loud as it's pushed back. You cringe. Gathering your laptop and your papers is ungraciously done. Price still waits for you though, for some reason, but he sighs and puffs while doing so. Everyone else is quiet, besides the slap to his arm Simon receives from Ms. Garcia. They're probably dating. Two perfect, good looking people having perfect sex in their perfect apartments. You hate them both.

You try not to look at him as you walk out behind Mr. Price. But you still say a 'have a good day' that is too quiet to the room, answered with a few nods and some 'you too' back.

A small squeak of surprise escapes your lips when your boss comes to an abrupt halt in front of you. A millisecond is all it would take for you to have crushed into him, and that squeak leaves heat travelling to your face. He turns around, facing the room once again, with his usual glare.

"Don't bloody stare at my new assistant. I don't want another HR-situation with this one. Especially talking to you, Riley."

Price pins his glare on Simon, who gives him an equally harsh glare back. You are just about ready for the floor to break so you can fall through to the bottom level and run out of here. But you're frozen in your place, clutching your belongings to your chest tightly enough to make a computer-sized dent in your skin.

Without another word, your boss turns around and heads out of the room. You couldn't have moved any faster if you wanted to—already tight on his heels while your heart rate desperately tries to calm down. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. What the hell are you going to do? Ignore Simon and hope that you manage to avoid him for however long you'll work here? It feels kind of impossible, but the last thing you want is to talk to him. You couldn't.

You've just put down your things on your desk right outside of Price's office when he speaks again. His voice always manages to make you jump in your place, head flying up to meet his gaze.

"If Riley, or anyone else, gives you any trouble—you tell me," he says, unflinching and stoic.

You gulp, frozen in your position. "Oh—I, okay. Thank you." The words come out quieter than you wanted to.

"You seem like a good kid. Don't want these fucking fools to chase away 'nother one of my assistants."

The door to his office is closed the next second. You just stand there, dumbfounded and a little confused, but still flattered in some way. A good kid—you'll take that.

Popcorn crunches underneath your sneakers as you push yourself past the people going up and down the stairs, trickling out of the stadium with happy smiles on their faces and lively conversations exchanged now that the game is over. They won. The players are still out on the field, celebrating their victory with slaps to each other's backs, jumping up and down, impromptu attack hugs. You are giggling too, watching them.

Simon has torn his shirt off, sweaty, blond hair a mess as he shakes his head. Johnny just poured water all over him—the guy always gets so overexcited. And goddamn, your man looks good as he has that rare smile on his face.

The game was a really good one on his part. Everyone in the team calls him 'Ghost' because of how quickly and seamlessly he moves despite his size. And the big tattoo of a man wearing a skull mask on his arm. But once  he's out on the field, the players never expects his speed. At least one player during each game runs right into him, as if he was invisible. A ghost.

He hasn't noticed you yet, where you stand leaning against the railing. It's freezing out. The first really cold September day, and you didn't think to bring a proper jacket. But you don't really care, because seeing Simon and your friends this happy has plastered a permanent grin on your face.

"Riley, your girl!"

Someone shouts and points at you, alerting your boyfriend of your presence. His head whips in your direction, brown eyes pinpointing you in your place before a 6'2'' man starts barreling towards you. Simon throws the water bottle in his hand away carelessly as you giggle furiously over his excitement.

"Fuck, love," he says as he reaches his hands out, lifting you over the railing within a second. You yelp in surprise.

"Wha—Simon! Put me down!"

Simon just holds onto you tighter, pressing you close to him with your feet still in the air. How is he this strong? "Not a chance, Princess. We fucking won. I'm celebrating with my girl."

You chuckle, holding onto his shoulders while looking down at his sweaty face. "I know. I'm so proud of you."

A shy grin grows on his face, slowly setting you down onto the fake grass. "Really?"

"Really. It's the best you've ever played. Wanted to shout to everyone that it was my boyfriend doing all the best throws out there," you tell him, now looking up at him instead. God, he's tall.

Simon's mouth comes crashing down onto yours, giving you a sloppy kiss that makes you laugh.

"I lov—I loved having you here." Simon pauses in the middle of the sentence, as if he was supposed to say something else. "You're my fucking lucky charm, you know that?"

"I'm not so sure about that. You have lost quite a few games with me here as well," you tell him, ruffling his messy hair with your hand.

"Don't matter. I feel lucky anyway." A boyish grin adorns his face as he leans down to press a kiss to your head. "Now, tell me why in the hell my little lady is out here freezing her arse off 'cause she didn't bring a jacket? Like I told her to do?"

You groan, giving him a glare. "Stop. I should have listened to you, you were right, and all that. I know."

"Well, better for me, 'cause I get to rub my sweaty arms all over you now to warm you up."

"Go shower, you idiot." You push at his chest gently, rolling your eyes. He pretends to stumble backwards, holding his hands up.

"I will. Just wait a few seconds here, will you?"

Simon keeps walking backwards, waiting for your nod of confirmation, before breaking out into a jog towards the locker rooms.

You embrace your torso with your arms, rubbing up and down with your hands to warm your skin. There's so many players left on the field, still messing with each other like rugby teams usually do. Some you recognize—like Johnny and Gaz. They're your friends too. Others you have seen in passing at parties, in class. Some you only know because Simon complains about them to you. The fly-half never was his favorite. Graves, something? They're constantly at each other's throats.

Simon comes running out onto the field once more, this time with his jacket in hand. You sigh, scratching the skin above your eyebrow with a small smile.

"Si—you didn't have to. I'm fine," you say as soon as he's within earshot.

"Shut up. I'm being a bloody gentleman, just like my mum taught me."

The jacket is laid gently around your shoulders. You tug it tighter around you, because despite your words it is cold. And you love his jacket.

"Look at you. So fucking adorable."

You smile up at him, scrunching your nose. You love this fool. You love Simon Riley, have done so for many, many months. Haven't told him yet though. But it can wait—you have all the time in the world.

Simon is avoiding you. A week of not seeing him even once, despite the fact that you work on the same floor. You haven't attended any more meetings since your second day, but you still would have expected to run into him in the break room, or in the hallway. Hell, you've even delivered paper copies to his office and still haven't seen him.

You don't know what you feel about that. You are mad at him and you definitely don't want to be forced into an awkward encounter with your ex-boyfriend, but still not knowing why he left has chipped away at every ounce of confidence you had in yourself. Even now at your grown age. It's been several years since. It's pathetic. Maybe Simon realized that on a Friday night in December during his senior year of college—you are pathetic.

God, why are you still that 20-year old girl? Why are you sitting at your desk, 3:30 PM on a Wednesday, obsessing over every flaw you can come up with all because of a stupid man?

The anger you held towards him last Tuesday has morphed into deep self-hate. You begin to understand his perspective. He doesn't want to interact with the silly little girl he broke up with ages ago in her silly little assistant job. Simon is a senior executive in this company, for god's sake. He doesn't even have to send a second glance your way.

"Y/l/n! Coffee!" your boss yells from within his office. But the yelling and cold tone still doesn't offend you like it would any other person—it's just the way he is. Price has actually been pretty nice to you. You like him as your boss, despite his less than chipper attitude.

"Yes, sir," you shout back, rising from your seat.

You smooth down your dress, fiddle with your hair in the reflection of your laptop, before taking a deep breath. It's just a short trip to the break room. No big deal. Nobody actually cares that you are the new girl.

It's practically empty as you arrive, besides a man reading his newspaper in the corner while seemingly on an important call. Seems a little arrogant, but you know he's high up in the company. At least you think he is. Price doesn't like him. He told you so the first day.

A sigh of relief escapes your lungs as you walk to the expensive, Italian coffee machine. You press the double espresso button. No sugar, no milk. Just straight, black coffee for your boss. Kind of reflects his personality. It buzzes loudly as coffee drips into the cup, you standing there waiting patiently. It has started raining outside. You'll probably be soaking wet tonight once you come back to your apartment.

Someone comes standing beside you, taking a mug off the highest shelf. You catch a glimpse of his expensive suit before glancing upwards. Your lips part, almost just as shocked as you were last Tuesday. You can't catch a fucking break, can you?

"Johnny?"

The now bearded man, with a full head of hair as well, which he definitely didn't have when you last saw him, turns around towards you with a stoic expression. It doesn't change once he gets a good look at who said his name.

"You work here too?" you ask before gulping.

"Y/n," he says, a frown growing in between his eyebrows. "I work here, yes." The Scottish accent that you used to like listening to is now impossibly deeper.

"Uh, I—how you doing? It's been...a while." You glance away, cowering under his gaze. Soap always used to be so kind to you, treated you as if you were one of the boys. Insisted you call him Soap, something only his friends were allowed to call him. Now there is a hidden undertone of distaste in the way he looks at you. "See you've gotten rid of the Mohawk."

"I'm alright. Good to see ya', Y/n, but I gotta go back," he tells you. For some reason you feel like he's actually not all that happy to see you.

"Oh. Okay." The disappointment in your voice is clear. "We'll probably see each other again soon, I guess."

Johnny has already started walking away when the words leave your mouth. You hear him mumble a halfhearted 'Take care, lassie" before leaving you there dumbfounded and upright hurt with your boss's coffee cup. What was that?

You always knew Johnny was as loyal of a friend you could be, but...you didn't know he hated you that much. Especially when you didn't actually do anything against him. Not that you did anything against Simon either. That you know of. But, you know.

The short interaction leaves you jarred for the rest of your work day. You still get things done, but the look on Johnny's face is in the back of your mind the entire time. What did you do that was so bad that John goddamn MacTavish hates you for it?

It wasn't enough to work with the man who broke your heart, but your ex-friend as well. His best friend. You will never be welcomed here if half of the company leaders consist of people who have a grudge against you spanning years.

When the clock strikes 6, Price sends you home. He will probably stay for another few hours, you think, because there has been empty takeout containers in his office the morning after every day this week. You tell him to have a good night, he answers with a grunt, and then you and your bag take off through the hallways.

Your heels click against the floor as you walk through the mostly empty office space. Some rooms still have their lights on, casting shadows over the mahogany desks and the important people sitting behind them.

You halt your steps as you hear two voices wrapped into a conversation with each other. Someone must have left their door open. You don't want to eavesdrop, but it gets hard to resist when you recognize Johnny's voice from earlier.

"You can't avoid her forever," he says.

"Well, don't you think I fucking know that?"

You freeze as you instantly recognize the deep, rumbling timber of Simon's voice answering Soap. Fucking hell—they're talking about you. You can't not eavesdrop now.

"It's just—it's fucking hard, you know? She just walks in here all..."

"Met her in the break room earlier. Making coffee for Price."

"Yeah? She said somethin'?" Simon's voice sounds curious, eager almost.

"Asked how I was doing, the usual. Didn't know I worked here, it seemed like." A sigh sounds from the room, and you press yourself even closer to the wall. Please, for the love of god, don't let anyone walk by. "I couldn't just act like normal. I can't be fuckin'...nice to someone like that. When I know your past."

"What—you were fucking rude, or what? Just ignored her?"

"No, for fuck's sake. Left pretty quick, though. I just don't have any respect for things like that. You know that."

"Yeah." Simon lets out a bitter chuckle. If you could see him, he'd probably be shaking his head now. "I'm still fucking angry, you know? Can barely stand to be in the same room."

You bite down on your lip, shaking your head to yourself. You can't listen to the two of them talk about how much they hate you. How they don't have respect for 'things' like you. It's nauseating. Your limbs shake with poorly contained anger, but still the urge to cry is even stronger.

But there's no other way out than past his office. So you brave it—practically sprint by with your hand covering the side of your face in hope that they won't see who it is. You don't think they do. The blinds were down.

A single, pathetic tear slips down your face as soon as you exit the building. Cars fly past you, lights blaring everywhere, noise unending. You just want to go home. But you know the overthinking won't stop there.

As the obnoxiously loud alarm disturbs your sleep that finally came about three hours before, you groan into your pillow and wish for it to be anything else but Thursday. You want the weekend. You want to sleep in and wallow in the fact that you probably won't have this job for very long after what you heard Simon and Johnny say about you yesterday.

You don't even bother putting on heels this morning. An old pair of ballerina shoes and a thick, fuzzy sweater over your dress is what you drag yourself to the office in. It's cold and you're exhausted and sad. You can't stand people not liking you—it takes over every part of your being. And when it's Simon...

There's a meeting going on. Price gave you a list of everyone's coffee orders and made you run over to the shop across the street. You see Simon's name taunting you at the top of the list. A cortado, extra sugar. Fuck, he's still the same.

It takes twenty minutes of queuing before you manage to get to the counter. Another ten to have everyone's order ready. The bag is ridiculously heavy as you carry it out of the coffee shop. The meeting will probably be over by the time you arrive, and then Price will curse you out and you will cry, because today you cannot handle even the smallest criticism.

You're a little sweaty by the time you reach the fourteenth floor of the building, which is fine, but the panting doesn't exactly add to your charisma that somehow seems to repent your coworkers from your person. For a minute you stand outside the meeting room, gathering yourself enough to be somewhere near presentable. Not entirely, but as close as you will get.

The door is shouldered open with a little force. More than you thought it would take. Nobody really gives a thought to your presence—they continue the meeting as if you weren't there at all, and you like it that way. You try to match each coffee to the right person on the list. But there's thirteen of them, and you have yet to learn everyone's name.

You feel Simon's eyes on you the entire time you spend in that room. He's anything but subtle, staring right at you without shame. He doesn't even answer as someone calls him by name. And it's pure spite leaving him for last. His order is the only one you know by heart, but keeping him waiting for a few extra minutes is deserved, you think. Maybe it just gives him more fuel to hate you, but if he's going to hate you, you might as well give it right back.

His ring-clad fingers clasp around the paper mug, slowly bringing it up to his lips as if taunting you with the existence of them. God, they are so full and pink and—no. Don't even go down that route. It'll all make it so much harder to live like this if you keep thinking about how fucking attractive Simon has become with his still blond hair slightly unkept from running his hand through it during the day and how his shirt strains against his muscles and the fact that he is still so, so tall.

"This is cold."

The room falls silent, at least you think it does, as Simon's harsh voice echoes throughout the confines of the four walls. The coffee belonging to the person sitting beside him is steaming. You know he's lying. He sets down the mug on the table, glaring up at you with such distaste in his eyes. You never thought that look would be reserved for you.

"Can't even get a bloody coffee order right, can you?" Simon's chuckle is deprecating, shaking his head to himself as if his irritation almost amuses him.

But you just flinch. He doesn't see it, but you think the rest of the room does. His tone fucking hurts. And that he would publicly humiliate you like this?

"Oh, uh..." You want so badly to have a good comeback, something that will make him shrink in his chair, but all you can get out is a stupid 'oh'. Standing there all small and speechless makes you feel dumb. "I'll get a new one."

Your response seems to catch his attention. His gaze flickers up, back to you, and the cruelty falters for a few seconds to be replaced by something likened to...regret? Probably not.

"Riley can drink his cold goddamn coffee. He'll survive," Price chimes in, waving with his pen as a signal for whoever was speaking before to continue.

You nod, clenching your jaw to stop the trembling, before escaping out of the room as quickly as possible without it seeming suspicious.

A shaky, deep breath is inhaled and exhaled as soon as you get out. It was already a bad day, yes, but nearly crying because Simon told you his coffee was cold? That's just childish. You need to pull yourself together if you're going to keep this job. Price clearly doesn't like weakness.

The rest of the day is calm. Mostly you're reviewing Price's schedule, emailing people back and forth about changing meetings and setting them up. He even gives you an extra break, which is so well needed and probably out of pity, but you'll take it.

You realize that you are so fucking petty when your final task of the day, once again, is to deliver some kind of contract to Simon's office. You know he's out on a meeting with a client—you heard him walking past earlier, talking to that client on the phone. You gather your belongings, say goodbye to Price, before heading towards Simon's on your way down.

Stepping inside feels like walking right into his arms. His cologne hangs heavy in the air. Fuck him for still using the same scent.

The entirety of his office is neatly organized, everything in its place. So you move things. A sharpener gets to change its designated spot from desk to shelf. Files labeled under 'F' gets shoved in between 'S' and 'T'. You even go as far as taking out some of the files from one folder, placing it in another. The printer gets unplugged.

Doing something to his old copy of The Fellowship of the Ring that stands proudly on display in his bookcase crosses your mind, but you do want to stay alive long enough to see the end of the week, at least. You remember one time when he slept with it as if it was a stuffed animal. You're being petty, not suicidal.

Your final masterpiece in your rampage is the unscrewing of a wheel on his desk chair. Just the thought of Simon pushing his chair back only for it to suddenly tilt makes you giggle. God, you really are a child.

Any sane person wouldn't even notice half the things you've done in here. But Simon is not sane. This can throw off his entire day, week even. You know from firsthand experience.

Yeah, Simon goddamn Riley broke your fucking heart and now has the audacity to punish you for it. You won't take that.

Simon has been in such a bad mood the entire day. You heard him cursing all the way from his office. Some poor intern got yelled at in the hallway (you really are sorry for that), and you overheard a few of your colleagues mention that he didn't speak to anyone during the entire morning meeting. Price apparently cursed him out for it in front of everyone. That's a little funny, at least.

On one hand you feel proud of your ability to still piss him off without him knowing. On the other hand, you're not too happy yourself. Your situation hasn't exactly changed—half the office still hasn't talked to you, and the ones that do keep strictly work related conversations. You're lonely.

Despite it being Friday, you get off when the sun has already set. It's pouring rain outside and you don't have an umbrella. You really don't have the energy to deal with that as you gaze warily out of the window from your desk. You could take the subway instead of walk all the way home, but you would still get soaking wet during the trek to the station.

"Goodbye, Mr. Price. Have a good weekend," you say, popping your head into his office with a sweet smile on your lips.

"Call me John," he answers without even looking up from whatever report he's reviewing. Still that monotone voice as if he's always tired of hearing people talk.

"Oh. Uh—okay, John," you stutter out. What? He never lets anyone call him by first name.

"Get home safe," Price tells you. Has he grown soft? What's happening? "Have a fuck load of reports needing organization on Monday." There it is.

You smile to yourself, shaking your head lightly, before mumbling another 'bye' to your boss. He lifts his head in a subtle nod as answer. Actually, you might have a chance to stay here if he likes you. He is the CEO after all.

The hallways are dark except the few offices still lit up like every night. These people barely have a life outside of work, it seems like. It's kind of sad. Then again, you don't either, if what counts as a life is having friends and significant others and people who care about you. But at least you have time for doughing in your couch and taking a walk around the neighborhood.

But your daydreaming and overthinking of course leads you into trouble. Rounding the corner forces you right into another person, making you stumble backwards a few steps before a clammy hand grabs your arm to stop you from falling.

"I'm so, so sorry," you say, looking up at the man standing in front of you. It's that executive-something Price doesn't like. Shepherd? An American.

"Don't worry that pretty little head of yours, darling," he says, without backing away from you. He keeps that close distance, letting you feel his dank breath properly.

You gulp, before attempting to release your arm from his grip. He doesn't budge. Your heart rate speeds up instantly.

"Haven't talked to you properly before, sweetheart. Just seen you strutting 'round these hallways in your dresses." He looks down at your wide eyes, before they slowly rake over the rest of your body. Your chest starts to heave up and down as if you've just come back from a run. It's clear he wants something more than just a simple conversation with the new assistant.

"I'm—I'm sorry. I have to go. Train," you stutter out, attempting to tear yourself away from his harsh grip around your arm. You can't.

"Don't be like that, darlin'. I just wanna have a talk, that's all," he tells you, his warm breaths hitting your face.

"Please, sir, I really have to go. We can talk on Monday."

Shepherd raised an eyebrow, gaze flickering down to your chest again as if you can't see it clearly, before tapping your cheek condescendingly with the palm of his hand.

"Alright, sweetheart. Come into my office on Monday. Appreciate it if you'd wear one of those pretty dresses. Makes my day much better, having somethin' sweet to look at."

A wet kiss is pressed to the back of your hand—something that he might think is gentlemanly, but sends shivers down your entire spine out of disgust. You're frozen still as he squeezes your hip before he leaves, leaving you to hear his dress shoes clink against the floor.

The further away he gets, the harder it gets for you to breathe. Panic grows in your chest, tears already threatening to fall as you finally get yourself to move, rushing towards the elevator and pressing the button too many times.

He was so close. And the way his grip tightened as you tried to step away, the squeeze of your hip. It's too much like last time. Too much like that fucking December night all those years ago.

Clear pictures of Philip and his friends flashes past the forefront of your mind as you rush from the elevator, already heaving from your tears. It's empty, thank god, since the guards are posted outside of the main entrance. Philip morphs into the man from just a minute ago. Pushing you against the wall at that party, grinning right in your face as you tell them to stop.

The backdoor leading into the alleyway beside the building is where your feet leads you towards without consulting you. It's better, maybe. You don't want anyone to see you like this.

But those goddamn revolving doors acting as the main entrance starts to move, you hear that, and soon enough someone steps inside with haste in their walk.

"Y/l/n!" someone shouts angrily. You know exactly who it is. "Why the fuck did you move all my stuff? I swear to god—"

Your back is facing away from him, but maybe he still sees the way your shoulders shake from behind. Maybe that's why he falters in his steps. Maybe that's why he decides to cut the first real sentences he's said to you directly since you started working here short.

The last crumb of composure turns to dust, and your hand flies up to your mouth to muffle the first real sob from your lips. You escape through the door, out into the cold, rainy alleyway as your cries turn too forceful to stop.

It's wet and dirty and crawling with grovel as your knees hit the ground harshly. You manage to turn yourself around to lean your back against the cold brick wall instead. It'll all bring you grief later, but right now your legs can't carry your weight.

With a bang, the door flies wide open once more. Long legs bend down, big hands on your arms.

"Y/n. Y/n, c'mon. Why are you crying?"

Simon's voice is drowning in urgency, his shakes of your shoulders almost forceful. But you can't stop crying. And you're still so fucking angry with him.

"Don't touch me," you sob, pushing his hands away from you. The rain grows heavier the same second, soaking the entirety of you as you sit there on the dirty ground.

"Alright, alright. I won't," he breathes out, holding his hands up beside him. Those big, veiny fucking hands that you have missed every day since he last put them on you. "But you gotta tell me what's wrong."

"Why?" you almost yell, tilting your head up, away from the palms of your hands previously hiding your face. You get raindrops right in your eyes. "You hate me, don't you? Can't even stand to be in the same room as me!"

"Y/n," he growls, as if he's scolding you with the simple mention of your name. "You know bloody fucking well I don't hate you. Now tell me what the hell's making you sob like this. You're sitting on the ground, for fuck's sake."

You dry away your tears, despite it being so futile in this rain, while letting out a bitter chuckle. "All due respect, you're the last person I wanna talk to."

Simon lets out a shaky breath, one filled with frustration. "So fucking stubborn..."

He shakes his head. "Just—just let me drive you home, at least, okay? The trains from this station are cancelled. Blowing up to a storm."

The words you were about to force out through your tears disappear completely. Instead you just stare at the man now looking down at you with something likened to concern. Still has that frown in between his eyebrows.

"I'm not going to get in a car with you, Riley," you mumble out. If you had your way it would sound angrier, more assertive, but your voice fails you.

"Riley, huh? That's where it's at?" Simon scoffs, as if he didn't call you by your last name a few minutes earlier. "Just get up, c'mon."

"No." You shake your head, looking down in your lap. In reality you're not just apprehensive because of your anger towards him—he's a man at the end of the day, and you are his ex-girlfriend who he dislikes very strongly.

"Are you—for god's sake." He shakes his head again. "I'm not going to hurt you, Y/n. I would never harm you. Not any woman," he tells you. How can he still read you this well?

You don't answer. Just take your wet sleeve to dry away even more tears. How to stop crying in front of your ex seems to be an art you haven't mastered yet.

"Okay, I'll make you a deal. You let me get you a taxi home, after you get out of this fucking rain and step inside. That alright with you?"

You nod with a sniffle, reaching for your bag beside you.

"C'mon."

Simon nods towards the door, reaching his hand out. You take it, because there's no chance you would manage to get up all by yourself. But that's the only reason.

He holds the door open for you, letting you slip inside again. Exactly how much the rain soaked you hits you as you step inside, instantly freezing cold and uncomfortable. And goddamn your right knee hurts. Falling down to the ground did come with consequences, it seems.

"Fucking hell," Simon mutters under his breath as soon as he gets inside, dripping water down onto the shiny floor. His suit is entirely soaked too.

You see a glance of yourself in a mirror as you take off your heels. There's mascara underneath your eyes. You try to remove it furiously with your fingers.

"Don't have to do that. Nothing that I haven't seen before," Simon speaks up from behind you, looking at you as well through the mirror.

You glance up at him, just for half a second, before lowering your arms slowly. And then you rummage through your bag with trembling hands, finding a napkin you kept from a restaurant. You dry away the mascara with that instead.

Simon looks at you, really looks at you, as you stand there dripping water onto the floor and makeup ruined and your clothes dirty. You feel so vulnerable underneath his gaze. What is he trying to find?

"Bloody hell, Y/n. You're bleeding for fuck's sake. That's a fucking gash."

He points at your knee. You look down, seeing the outpouring of blood running down your leg from the open wound right below your knee. It does look very, very bad. Like, you're slowly becoming nauseous by looking at it. How didn't you notice it earlier?

"Oh."

"I'm driving you wether you like it or not." Simon stalks up to you, grabbing a hold of your arm to put it around his shoulder. His arm sneaks its way around your waist. Fuck.

"Do I get a say in this?" you ask. You know what the answer is, but you also don't understand. What is this? Why is he doing this for you? A few days ago he was talking shit about you with Soap and humiliated you purposely in front of your co-workers. Now he's getting worried about you crying and driving you home from work?

"No."

Part 2

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[maximoffwitch]

I love johanna mason, could you do something like reader was In the hunger games before her and they met when Johanna won, and they got close like close and then the 75th hunger games come and both of them get pick to go in. You can choose which districts she from, but maybe just her and johanna In the arena together. (Sorry, it's a lot)

The Calm in the Storm

pairing: johanna mason x reader

warnings: blood, canon typical violence, slight mention of ptsd

word count: 1.6k

summary: You have an effect on Johanna that no one else does. In other words, Katniss should thank you for saving her life from the rage of your girlfriend.

a/n: thanks anon for sending this request in!! this is my first time writing for johanna and the hunger games so it might be a little ooc or rough lol, but i hope u all enjoy this lil story :))

“Someone’s here,” Katniss alerted, immediately drawing an arrow from her quiver.

You stayed behind the younger girl, barely peeking over her shoulder as Finnick looked on through the leaves.

When Finnick had first approached you about the alliance with the District 12 tributes, you were hesitant. But as he further explained Plutarch’s plan, the more willing you became.

Despite being the same age as you, Finnick was your mentor when you won your games, so you trusted his gut. After all, he was a big reason you were still alive.

“Johanna,” you barely heard him mutter. Before you could even register the three distant figures, Finnick took over running. “Johanna!”

“Finnick!” Johanna’s voice echoed across the beach, piercing through your foggy thoughts.

“Johanna?” you whispered to yourself before you pushed past Katniss and took off running behind Finnick, leaving a bewildered pair of victors behind you.

As you got closer, you noticed she was covered in blood and you felt your chest tighten. “Johanna,” you swallowed the knot in your throat, fearing the possibility she had been severely injured.

“It’s not mine,” she reassured, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. You saw her guard soften for a brief second before shooting right back up as Peeta and Katniss approached.

“Well, I got them out,” Johanna turned back towards Finnick. “We were all the way deep into the jungle, where I thought it was gonna be safe.

“That’s when the rain started. I thought it was water. Turned out to be blood,” she explained as Wiress continued to repeat “tick tock” over and over again.

“Hot, thick blood,” Johanna moved the older woman out of her way, clearly not wanting to be touched. “It was coming down. It was choking us. We were stumbling around, gagging on it, blind.”

You took a few steps towards her with the hopes of trying to calm her down. Wiress continued to mutter the same two words, starting to irk even you.

“That’s when Blight hit the force field,” Johanna took a deep breath, and you tentatively put your hand on the small of her back. She visibly calmed for a moment, closing her eyes and leaning her head back. “He wasn’t much, but he was from home.”

“Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock,” Wiress put a hand on Johanna’s shoulder, and you could see the annoyance written across Johanna’s face; her patience was wearing thin.

“What’s wrong with her?” Katniss furrowed her brows.

“She’s in shock,” Beetee explained from the water. “Dehydration isn’t helping. Do you have fresh water?”

“We can get some,” Katniss answered.

Wiress braced both hands on Johanna’s shoulders, desperately pleading, “Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.”

Backing up from the pair, you watched as Johanna threw the older woman to the sand.

“Hey! Get off her!” Katniss yelled, moving quickly to push Johanna. Your eyes widened. You knew this could end dangerously for both women if the situation wasn’t deescalated. Quickly, you shot Finnick a glance, urging him to do something, to which he gave you a small nod.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Johanna protested, as she tried to defend herself.

Before more shoves could be thrown, or before weapons could be drawn, Finnick stepped in separating the two, “Hey, hey, hey,” he pulled away a screaming Johanna, moving her towards you.

“I got them out for you!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Finnick murmured, his arms still wrapped around her.

“Let me go, Finnick!” she yelled, trying to shrug him off.

This time, it was his turn to shoot you a glance over her head, telling you it was your turn to take over.

“Let me go,” Johanna ordered, and you raised your eyebrows at Finnick, who relented, releasing her, “I’m fine.”

“Jo,” you held out your hand with the smallest of smiles, “come on.”

As she looked down at your hand, you saw a wave of tension leave Johanna’s body. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed your hand and let you pull her towards the water.

“Let’s get you washed off,” you suggested, the two of you already waist deep in the water. “Lie back.”

Johanna rolled her eyes childishly and grumbled, “I’m not a child, (Y/N).”

“I know, Johanna,” you agreed with a hum, running your thumb across the back of her hand you still held. “Just let me take care of you.”

Johanna visibly softened, squeezing your hand as an apology. You were the only person who put her as their first priority. Even Finnick, though he had a huge heart of gold, had Annie. But you, you always looked out for her.

The two of you met the year after Johanna won her games when you were both mentors. Though many were put off by her abrasiveness and sarcasm, you knew that it was all just a facade. You, too, had spent the years after your games and during your mentoring creating a persona for the capitol.

You were drawn to Johanna’s intelligence and strength, not to mention her beauty of course, so you made the effort to get to know her, the real Johanna.

While she was wary of you at the first, cautious of your charm and outgoing nature, Johanna realized that that was your own coping mechanism for dealing with your trauma.

As both of you let your walls down for each other, you became closer and closer, realizing what you had was beyond friendship. You loved her, and she loved you.

You were the one to comfort her after she woke up screaming from nightmares, or to train with her in the late hours when she couldn’t sleep. And you always listened and validated her feelings, even when they were being yelled and cursed aloud.

And Johanna, she was the one to protect you from anything and everything, even Finnick, when he pinned you during sparring. She was the one who held you when you cried, soothingly whispering calming words. And Johanna, no matter what, always said ‘I love you’ before the day ended.

In a world that didn’t care, the two of you found solace in each other.

Johanna followed your order and lied back in the water so she was floating, your hand offering support on the small of her back.

“Close,” you hummed as Johanna shut her eyes. Carefully, you splashed water over her face and cleaned off the blood that coated her skin. “Open.”

Opening her eyes, Johanna was met with the sight of you and she swore she could cry.

Despite cuts and dirt littering your face and sweat clinging to your hair, she swore you looked more beautiful than ever. You wore an endearing smile as you looked down at her, gently guiding her head back so her hair was soaked in the water.

As you ran your hand through her hair, watching the blood dye the blue water, Johanna hummed.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you lightly scratched her scalp.

“My thoughts are worth a lot more than that, (Y/N/N),” Johanna smirked, causing you to chuckle and roll your eyes.

“Do you think it’ll be worth it?” Her voice became more solemn and her lips pursed together.

“What?”

“Saving Katniss,” she let out a dry laugh as she moved to stand up right in the water. “This whole Mockingjay rebellion.”

You stayed quiet for a moment, her question raising all the doubts you had when Finnick originally proposed this plan to you.

“I hope so,” you whispered, pulling her closer by her waist so you were nearly hugging. “I’m done being a piece in their games, aren’t you?”

Johanna nodded but didn’t say anything. Furrowing your brows, you used the pad of your thumb to wipe a streak of blood that was still on her cheek.

“Love?” you prodded.

“Do you ever wonder why one of us wasn’t the Mockingjay?”

“Johanna,” you sighed, trailing off.

“I mean I get why not me,” she continued. “Nobody likes me. But you…?”

“Hey!” you protested, wrapping your arms around her neck. “I like you.”

Johanna bit back a genuine smile. “Thank god for that,” she cupped your cheek and connected your lips. Despite the saltiness from the water and the faint metallic taste lingering from the blood rain, you could still taste the pine from the District 7 Johanna carried everywhere – one more thing from home.

“Hey, lovebirds,” Finnick shouted from the beach, causing the two of you to break apart, and you rested your forehead against hers. “Katniss has something!”

Johanna sighed before pecking your lips quickly, wanting to savor the moment.

“Come on,” you took her hand as the two of you waded towards the shore. “It sounds important.”

As you reached the dry sand, Johanna pulled you back before you could reach the others. “Hey.”

“Yeah?” you turned back around, concern laced in your voice.

“I love you,” she stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You grinned, wrapping her in a tight hug. “I love you too,” you whispered into the crook of her neck.

“Let’s go see what the girl on fire wants,” Johanna teased as you separated.

You could only roll your eyes as she smirked, the two of you rejoining the group.

As Katniss explained that the arena was some sort of clock, you remained close by Johanna’s side, basking in the warmth she radiated. Listening to the explanation, you felt everything to click into place, only causing your anxiety to heighten. Johanna, being able to read you like a book, discretely interlaced your fingers with hers and gave your hand a quick squeeze, helping ease your nerves slightly.

Amidst the chaos and brutality of the games, you were grateful to have her to ground you; and for Johanna, you were the calm in the storm.

#my writing #johanna mason x reader #johanna mason imagine #johanna mason #johanna mason x you

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Kinktober day 1 | Xavier Thorpe x Vampire!Reader

Kinktober day 1: blood kink

Word count: 0.7k

Warnings: 18+, p+v, blood sucking,

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The first time your eyes fell on him across the quad, you wanted him to be your dinner. He stood with his back to you, engrossed in painting a raven on the wall. Each stroke of his brush was smooth and supple, and though his artistry mesmerized you, you couldn't help but imagine how delectable and sweet he must be — his blood, that is.

A soft breeze swept through, filling your sharp senses with his scent and making you want him more.  

You didn't take much time luring him into your bed. One single glance into each other's eyes, and the dominos cascaded in a line.

Xavier groaned as your fangs pierced into his neck, his face scrunching in momentary displeasure from the intense pain. His hands clutched your school skirt with a vice-like grip, eagerly waiting for the pain to subside and transform into pleasure. 

You kept one hand bracing the side of his neck you weren’t drinking from, keeping him in place on your bed as you lapped at his neck, savoring every crimson drop as it graced your tongue. He tasted just as divine as you had imagined: sweet and addicting.

Feeding on students was strictly forbidden at Nevermore Academy, forcing Xavier to conceal the telltale marks of your fangs outside his bedroom. Fortunately, the school uniform's high collars concealed most of the evidence.

A moan caught in Xavier’s throat and his hand released your skirt, finding purchase of the curve of your ass as he started to feel the pleasure from the bite. Endorphins filled his whole body and went straight to his dick, quickly stiffening in his pants. 

He pulled you closer until your chest was flush against his, making you feel it.

You pulled back from his neck with quizzical eyebrows. ‘’Does this turn you on?’’ you asked, looking down at him with your mouth dripping blood from the corners. 

You knew it was possible, but you had never bit someone who got hard from your bite.

Xavier brought a finger to your mouth, catching the red liquid and holding it before your lips, waiting for your tongue to suck it clean. You hummed around his finger, a sound that only intensified his desire. ‘’You have no idea,’’ he confessed, his hips rising eagerly.

You popped his — clean — finger out of your mouth, your eyes a deep red, and met Xavier’s movement, eliciting a soft moan from him. 

Although you were cautious to not draw more blood than necessary, Xavier had taken a habit of taking B12 vitamins so his body wouldn’t go into deficiency anemia from your blood-taking habits. You never had a ‘feeding partner’ before, you didn’t want to unintentionally hurt Xavier. 

What you didn’t see coming was Xavier becoming addicted to you feeding on him. 

You thought he was just being caring and making sure you were well-fed. However, it soon became evident that he yearned for your fangs with a growing hunger, especially during sex. It was a magical trick to make him cum fast. He would moan so loud when your fangs sank into his neck. 

You kissed and nibbled along the side of his neck. ‘’Is this what you want?’’ you asked, slowly bouncing on Xavier’s lap, your whole body pressed to his. ‘’You want my bite?’’ 

At your words, you felt his cock twitch inside you.  

He nodded, silently pleaded, then tilted his head to the side in offering. 

You teased further, your tongue caressing over a bite mark. ‘’You want my fangs to sink into your soft skin and suck your blood until you cum inside me?’’ 

Xavier whined, consumed by need and desperation. ‘’Y-yes. I need it. Please.’’ 

A smirk drew on your lips, then snapped your fangs out and dug into his skin, giving him what he wanted.

His hips stuttered and bucked into your core when the initial pain hit him. ‘’Aah.’’ 

You gasped against his skin, blood spilling and dripping from his neck and down your chests. No matter how many times you had done it, blood-drinking was always messy. You dipped your head down to lick the trail of blood, salvaging the mess you had made while moving your hips, and Xavier threw his head back, exposing the fresh bite. 

He was so beautiful.

You attached your mouth back to his neck and Xavier cried out in pleasure as your fangs entered his neck. One of his hands went to your hair, as if he was afraid you would stop, and the other had an iron grip on your asscheek, his stress bitten nails digging into your permanently cold skin. 

His body was on fire, bucking his hips messily and urgently as he was getting closer and closer to his climax. ‘’I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna—’’ Xavier cut himself off with a loud moan, his release washing over him in waves of ecstasy as he released ropes of cum deep inside you.

—

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[eldritch-nightmare]

heyy!! can i request LJ and Candypop ( ,,if you write for him) sharing a fem!reader? (headcanons or something else) i don’t mind <33

a/n: I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT CANDY POP WAIT omg he's one of those creepypastas that i heard about but never really looked into so. first time writing him so i hope i did him justice for you! i wasn't sure if you wanted something more lighthearted or something darker so i did my best to keep it balanced.

LJ and Candy Pop sharing a fem!reader.

warnings: my knowledge of candy pop comes from the creepypasta files wiki page so just a heads up if i get something wrong, opted to make reader a creepypasta here but it's very vague, lj and candy pop are like frenemies in this i suppose, sorta hints that the reader might've been forced into this relationship, my hand slipped and i dropped a 'good girl' in here somewhere i couldn't help myself, possessive behavior from both of them, implied unhealthy relationship.

Man, what's it like having a 7ft tall imaginary monochrome clown that terrorizes children and a 7ft tall colorful Night Terrors possessed jester be in love with you? It's probably a strange experience.

They both argue over who caught feelings for you first. LJ swears up and down that he fell for you first, but Candy Pop claims it to be love at first sight. Honestly, you've just chosen to believe that they both fell for you around the same time.

The two of them were definitely hesitant to share you, though that was more on Candy Pop's side than it was LJ's. Listen, sharing a body/soul with the literal demon king makes you a bit possessive over things, okay?

You don't particularly mind either way, to be honest. They're both a bit... much to handle at times, but you guys make it work. Like... literally. You had to plan out an entire schedule and everything because they kept bickering about how much time the other spent with you.

LJ gets you on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays while Candy Pop gets you on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Sundays are days you spend alone because it's always good to have some time for yourself.

Of course, they don't... follow the schedule that often. Why would they? They aren't confined to the mortal chains of schedules.

They are both equally romantic in their own right, and you won't lie, you certainly have enjoyed a few of the spontaneous dates they've taken you on. Sometimes, they'll even get together long enough to plan out an outing for all three of you. They can get along, see?

Now, we can't forget that they are both murderous entities. One is an imaginary friend turned serial killer and the other is... something. A demon? A poor possessed soul of a jester? Whatever he is, he's deadly. Shall I provide some examples?

Example one: Laughing Jack was abandoned by the one person he was created to befriend, so trust me when I tell you that he has some deeply rooted abandonment issues. He's all fun and games until there's even the slightest possibility of you leaving him. Even if someone makes an offhand remark about how you should leave him, his entire persona does a complete 180.

Suddenly, his hold on you is just a bit more tighter than it normally is, and you can feel his nails digging into your skin, threatening to draw blood. It's a subtle, silent threat of what he could do to you if you ever tried leaving him.

Example two: Candy Pop, as a whole, is somebody you have to be wary around because his mood can flip like a switch. He'll be happily humming away about some random topic one moment, and the next he's pushing you up against a nearby wall and looking at you with such a crazed look that it's almost hard to believe that this is the same person who claims to be in love with you.

He's the type to remind you of where you belong. You belong by his and LJ's side, so don't you ever forget that, okay? You really don't want to see what'll happen if you do.

In the end, though LJ and Candy Pop have a habit of bickering with each other, they'll make one hell of a team if it means keeping you in their grasp. You don't fit with anyone but them, and you don't need to fit with anyone other than them. They're the perfect match for you, and you'll come to see that sooner or later. So, all you need to do is be a good girl and stay by their side, got it?

It's Sunday. Sundays are supposed to be your day. You had plans to hang out with the other girls, maybe even play dress up with Sally if she was up for it. So, why the hell were you currently stuck in bed, sandwiched between a clown and a jester?

You have no clue because you just woke up and they were already here. Sure, you could just… wiggle your way out of bed but then they would wake up. Do they even need to sleep? They aren't mortal like you are, so sleep doesn't seem like a necessity to them. But it's not like you can just stay in bed all day either. You had things you wanted to do!

So, with a very silent sigh, you slowly start to sit up, untangling yourself from the mass of limbs trapping you to your bed. You were able to sit up with relative ease, the hard part would be crawling over either LJ or Candy Pop to get out of bed. That would be… that would be difficult.

Even if you were to try and crawl over one of them, you weren't able to because before you could even decide which one to crawl over, you were being pushed back into laying down again by Candy Pop.

You let out a small 'oof' as soon as your back hit the mattress.

"Where do you think you're going?" You hear LJ ask, and with one quick glance at him, you can see a slight pout on his face. It was almost enough to make you forget about the feeling of his nails gently grazing your stomach.

If he just decided to dig them into your--

"She's not going anywhere." Candy's voice murmurs directly next to your ear, effectively cutting off your train of thought. You only belatedly realize that he had buried his face into your neck, his hair brushing against your face, "Right, angel?"

Well… it seems like you're not going to be getting rid of these two today, so whatever plans you had for the day were going to have to be put on hold until next Sunday. You just hoped the two of them didn't make a habit of this.

#anon #laughing jack x reader #candy pop x reader #laughing jack x you #candy pop x you #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta #literally slapped a photo of candy pop into pixlr and hyper zoomed on his eyes to look at the pixels to figure out the exact shade of them #and i didn't even mention his eyes in this so it was a pointless endeavor #i spent 4 hours writing this i think bc i kept getting distracted so if it's a mess im sorry

[wrenwreads]

she’s enough.

having her around? edmund knows for sure he’ll be alright.

pairing/s: edmund pevensie x fem!reader

warnings: nothing

genre: fluff, edmund pining over his bsf

word count: 591

a/n: got me giggling while i was writing lmao 😭

“It’s not fair.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as her best friend plopped himself flat on her bed.

Her parents had let her stay with the Pevensie’s at a professor’s house for shelter — who would have thought they would end up being leaders of a kingdom.

She had been crowned Queen Y/N the Eloquent. Her ever so good skills in speaking benefited their home like no other. They had fixed so many conflicts without drawing out blood with her help, the siblings wondered what they would have done if Edmund didn’t accidentally smack her in the head back when they were 4.

“What is it this time Eds?” she sighed, leaving the stack of books she was carrying from her own personal library to sit down next to Edmund’s body.

“It’s just Peter— and Susan— not to mention Lucy. Why is it always me! Why not y— them this time?! As if I can’t do anything like that. It's just I need time—“

“Eds! Edmund! Breath, please” she pleaded, concerned at the speed the words were coming out of his mouth. Edmund only remained quiet, his face flat on her bed. She sighed, standing up from her position, she — lightly — hit Edmund on the shoulder.

“Sit up!” she hissed.

Another hit.

“Sit up, you twat!”

The insult had the boy standing up in an instant, shooting daggers at the smile Y/N was playfully displaying. “Who’re you calling a twat?”. Edmund sounded offended, Y/N knew him too well that the question had an action behind it for her to fall for. “No one. Well… someone with the last name Pevensie…”

“Peter, then?”

“No,” she dismissed, shaking her head jokingly. “More like Edmund—“ she shrieked his name in surprise. He had been quick, reaching towards her in seconds — his long arms wrapped around her waist as his fingers dug to her sides.

“Edmund! Stop—“ she could barely get the words out, her laughs drowning the whole room. Edmund laughed at the attempt, tightening his hold. “I suggest you take back your words, my lady. Or you’ll be trapped forever!” Edmund announced between his own chuckles.

“Never!”

Their laughs only got louder. The sound escaping the room. Two fauns just happened to pass Y/N’s closed bedroom door, the two looking at each other knowingly. “I am really having a hard time believing that those two will always be best friends.” One said to the other.

“Hopefully, one of them will gain some courage. Who knows, maybe we’ll get Narnia’s first prince in three years' time.” The other replied.

The two laughed, knowing the prediction is highly unlikely — but not impossible.

Back inside, Edmund had stopped. His arms still around her waist as the two took a moment to catch their breaths. Y/N had rested her head against his chest, the rhythm of his heartbeat instantly calming her down.

Edmund watched in adoration at Y/N allowing herself to rest against him. Despite knowing each other for more than a decade — maybe even more — he still doesn’t believe someone as delicate as the girl in front of him trusts him enough to do so.

Maybe in the future he’ll finally tell her what he found so unfair. Why his siblings would continuously pester him about his buried feelings when they too had them one way or another.

For now, having Y/N allow him to wrap his arms around her, it’s enough. Knowing she confides in him as he does to her, it’s enough.

Having her around, she’s enough.

thank you sm for reaching the end. i appreciate it a lot. feel free to tell me what you <3 constructive criticism is highly valued. also accepting prompts or requests atm. love u lots xoxo

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[captain-yeet]

The Fine Line

Summary: Requested by @thiccboinbackpack, all is going well until a new recruit into the Volturi tries to stir the pot. All of the coven learns what happens when someone draws even a speck of blood from Felix's mate.

Word count: 800, short and sweet.

Warnings: Violence, explicit language

Author's Note: I love this person for suggesting this to me because YESSSS. I am a 🥰weakling🥰 for some hyper protectiveness.

Executions were a smooth operation for Felix, same shit different day. Some poor sod doomed for damnation by the Volturi get sentenced, he executes them, time to burn the bodies and clean up, repeat.

Now that he had a mate in the castle - a human mate no less - he took extra precautions around the time of sentencing.

"Promise me you will stay right here?"

You'd nodded, humming in agreement. "Don't worry Felix, I'll keep out of trouble."

The trial was mundane. Another vampire thinking that because they're immortal they didn't have to bow down to any rules or laws. The masters give their sentence. A swift twist of the head. Demetri at his side to assist by holding the accused in place, and another successful trial ended.

Everything was in order.

Felix liked order. Needed it.

As he was disposing the body Heidi came careening into the room, all her decor and poise gone. She locked eyes with Felix and he knew that something wasn't right.

"It's Y/N. There was another vampire - I didn't see. I didn't see him slip away from the rest of his coven."

If his heart could still beat it would have frozen. Wasting no time he dashes out of the room, following the trail of Heidi's scent to find his mate. Climbing staircases and numerous hallways the smell of blood made his throat burn.

Her blood.

His mate's precious blood.

Two lower guards had an unknown vampire pinned to the ground, his mate backed into a corner. A single cut on her cheek and a burst lip sent him over the edge; not in hunger, no, but rage.

Taking long strides to where she stood frozen in place, he took her chin gently, making her look at him. "Did he do this to you?"

You nod weekly, eyes wide in shock. Frozen. Like a deer in headlights.

His gentle, soft and caring mate in a state of such fright... It hurt him.

The culprit had to pay.

"Bring him into the throne room."

"Felix, please don't-"

"Darling, it's alright," he soothed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His body felt like a live wire. Electrified. Ready to burst. "Demetrius..."

His friend knew him like the back of his hand. Being around someone for two thousand years will do that to a relationship. By the dark tone in Felix's voice, the blond already knew what was coming. "Just tell me what you need from me, brother "

"Take Y/N to my room. Keep her there until I return."

Felix locked eyes with Demetri. With a curt nod, he scooped up Y/N and whisked her away to safety.

Leaving Felix with the freedom to succumb to his most primal form. A predator whose mate was just harmed by a lesser life form. And like any other predator, the urge to tear apart this pathetic excuse of a vampire's stone flesh piece of piece powered each step he took towards him.

The rogue vampire blanched at the menacing expression Felix wore. "No, wait, stop! I was just hungry, come now. It's just a human-"

The pleas were cut off by a large hand crushing his windpipe. Squeezing so tight a meek squeak was the only sound the vampire could make. Bending down to eye level, pure rage glowed in Felix's eyes. "My human. Mine," he snarled."

The other guards released the rogue vampire. Anyone who knew Felix recognised that glowering stare by a mile off and knew to steer clear of it.

Quicker than the vampire could keep up with, he was spun about and pinned to the ground, arms held behind his head, freeing his throat. Growls filled the room, Felix being driven on by the need to protect. To kill. To destroy. Effortlessly, he tore the arms from the vampire's body, the sound of a cracking boulder echoing in his ears.

Ignoring the vampire's screams, he lifted him off the ground and sunk his teeth into his neck, ripping away stone flesh until the head rolled free of his shoulders. No one hurts my mate and lives.

Y/N was curled up in Felix's bed when he returned. His expression impassive. The rush of the kill coarsing through his long-dead veins. A small half smile lite of her face. "You killed him, didn't you?"

"Of course I did," Felix huffed, joining her side in the blink of an eye. "You're only the most precious thing to me in the world."

Y/N snorted. Her eyes shimmered with love and adoration. Crawling to her knees, she pressed a kiss to his forehead. "My big protector," she sighed against his skin.

A low, content sound rumbled through Felix's chest. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around her body, pulling her close to him. "Always will be."

#twilight saga #volturi #felix volturi #twilight fanfiction #its been a whileeeeeeee

[lynnlovesthestars]

201 one-liners of /everything/.

hi, i made this list of prompts you can use while you submit requests! I was asked in dms if I had one, and i guess it's time to share it!:)

There's a bit of everything: fluff, hurt/comfort, smut [...]. Just add the corresponding number in your request!

"look at me. breathe. you're safe now."

"c'mon, breathe, breathe, don't you dare die on me. don't you dare--"

"hey. i need your hands steady, i can't stitch this up myself. i can guide you, but you need to breathe."

"it'll all be over soon. you can do this. stay awake and breathe with me, okay? one, two--"

"can't--breathe--"

"i wonder how much more pathetic your screams would be if... say, you couldn't breathe? i've this nice little leash here..."

"he's not breathing, oh god, someone help, he's not--"

“you wanna tell me where you got those bruises from?”

“I know you’re bleeding. I can smell your blood, and you’re pale. now you wanna tell me what happened and who hurt you? or do I have to find it out myself?”

“who did this to you?”

“I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at the scum that thought he could do this to you, and I will make him pay for it.”

“stop squirming and it will hurt less.”

“I’m sorry for yelling. I supposed I got so angry that I lost it, but I wasn’t angry at you. I was angry at that sick fuck, and at myself for not seeing the signs sooner.”

“is that really what you think of me? you think I would — you think I would hurt you?”

“you don’t have to be afraid of me.”

“no, I won’t allow you to put yourself in danger like that again. and if I have to tie you up or chain you down to this very bed to make sure you stay put, I will.”

“you can hate me all you want, but I’m not letting you hurt yourself anymore.”

“eat. this is not a question, you have to eat something and I’m hoping that you won’t make me force you.”

“it’s okay, you can cry.”

“I am saving you whether or not you want to be saved.”

“you’re a stubborn brat, but you’re my stubborn brat. I will not let anybody touch what is mine.”

“I told you to listen to me. you should’ve listened to me.”

“I don’t want you to apologize to me, I want you to stop doing this to yourself.”

“let me see [the wound]. I said let me see.”

“you don’t realize how much you mean to me, do you?”

“I know it hurts, but I need you to be brave for me right now.”

“stop it. stop fighting against me. I am helping you.”

“I’d burn the world down for you.”

“look what you made me do. none of this would’ve happened if you just listened to me.”

“I saved you. all these deaths? it’s worth it. I would do anything and everything to keep you safe.”

'When did this happen?'

'What the fuck [name]. And you didn't tell me?' 

'How long were you planning on hiding this?'

what are you do-" "look, now we match!"

 "you're cleaning this up, right? since this was your idea."

. "feeling better?" "it feels like i've been slapped but on the inside." "so... no?"

 "who let you look so cute today?"

 "since we're dating, does that mean i can hold your hand whenever i want?"

 "i've been looking for my x-" "my x, you mean."

"i've always wanted to come here with you."

 "this song reminds me of you."

 "oh no, my head, it's falling conveniently onto your shoulder!"

"shut up and kiss me already."

"i've waited for so long just to say that to you."

 "your hands are colder than the one time i lost a bet and i had to stick my hand into the snow for five minutes."

 "you love me?" "i always have."

"what's that even supposed to be?" "it's a drawing of you, idiot."

"here comes the airplane!" "i can feed myself." "too bad."

 "i know it's not the best but-" "i love it."

 "i can hear your heartbeat- why is it going so fast all of a sudden?"

"You don't miss me, you only miss the thought of me,"

"That's not love! That's obsession,"

"Well done. You've officially pushed away everyone that's ever given a fuck about you,"

 . "I'm better than this," // "No, you're not!"

 "I don't miss you,"

 "I just want to die,"

 "I tried apologizing, I tried fixing it, I gave you space! What can I do to make this right!?" // "Nothing! This will never be right- I will never forgive you!"

"Trust me," // "I wish I could,"

“I remember the first time we met.”

“I know it’s your favorite.”

“Everything okay?  You don’t seem like yourself.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Let me get that for you.”

“I’m here to listen.”

“Let’s go out.  Just the two of us.”

“I don’t have to ask, I know.”

“Well, I don’t, but you do.”

“I did it for you.”

“No one’s ever done this for me before…”

“Only you can call me that.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“It’ll take more than that to get rid of me.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“We’ll get through this together.”

“Don’t worry, I knew what you meant.”

“I’m not going anywhere.

Perhaps i should phrase myself better. You. Wont. Lay. A. Single. Finger. On. Her.

Yeah, I killed him. I won't apologize for that.

He had it coming.

"He was asking for it." "For a beat-up?" "Yeah."

I don't care if you want me here or not. I'm staying.

He said what?!

"He had it coming." "you killed him." "Exactly."

Are you falling in love with me, hon'?

You're playing a dangerous game, darling.

You’ll stay by my side until I tell you so.

„You’d defy the gods, only for me?” „i would destroy the gods for you.”

You can change what you do but you cant change what you want.

If I cant have you no one should.

You don't want to make me jealous, honey.

“You think I stare at you just for fun? Well, think again.”

“I didn’t brush my hand against yours for you to snatch your hand away like that. My feelings are frankly, hurt.” 

“Your presence is just so… It fucks me up, but like, in a good way.” 

“I have a crush on you. And by crush, I mean like… I would literally die for you if you asked me to.” 

“I want you to be mine but I also feel like you don’t want to be mine and that makes me very, very upset.”

“You think I did all of this for your attention? Well, unfortunately… You’re right. I’m an idiot in like. Or in love.” 

“The only reason why I’m letting you get away with shit like this is because I like you, you dense fucking cabbage.” 

“I think it would devastate me to find out you don’t like me back.”

“Keep in mind that this isn’t something I do for just anyone. There’re a lot of things I’ve done that I’ve only done for you.” 

“The issue here is that you think I’m not head over heels in love with your dumb fucking ass.” 

"What if someone sees us?"

"I would love to just take you out on a date."

"Let's meet at our spot."

"But I don't care about what anyone else thinks!"

"Not sure I can go the whole day without kissing you."

"I would love to hold hands with you."

"They will be mad if they ever find out."

"Let's go somewhere where we no one knows us."

"I'll just keep dreaming of our first real date."

"Can we really keep going like this?"

"It's not easy, but I'm right here with you."

"Are you sure that you're ready to tell them?"

"I would love everyone to know about us."

"You're not my dirty little secret. And I never want you to think that."

I need you.”

“Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”

“Spread”

“I want to watch you take off your clothes.”

“Lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch.”

“You want to do this right now? Even though we could get caught?”

“You look so beautiful tied up to my bed,” 

“I want you to be rough with me, please leave marks on my skin,”

“Say my name,” “Louder,”

“No, I’m the one that’s supposed to be making you feel good,”

“Don’t stop, whatever you do. I like that, a lot.”

“I love hearing you moan,”

“I want to hear you beg for it.”

“I want to kiss every inch of your body before I fuck you,”

“I don’t have the patience to remove your clothes right now,” 

“Your pussy tastes so sweet,”

“I can’t wait until we're alone. There are so many things I want to do to you right now.”

“Bite me,” “Where?”

“Were you just touching yourself?”

“The game is, either of us is only allowed to touch the other with their mouth.” 

“I love how your body loses control when you cum.”

“Fuck me like a starved animal or leave.”

“Show me how you like to be touched.” 

“Harder, Deeper...”

“I missed being with you like this,”

“I’ve been excited to see you all day.”

“You’re my perfect match,” 

“No one else can compare to your loveliness,”

“The way you smile like that always turns me on,”

“I’ll keep you warm. Hold me closer.”

“Kiss me again, like you mean it.”

“Are you my secret admirer, the one that’s been sending me all the flowers and notes?” 

“You're supposed to be washing my hair, but this feels more like a massage.”

“Hold my hand tight. I’ll protect you.”

“When do you think help will come?” “Not for a while, I guess we’re stranded here alone for the time being.”

“I’m sorry, you’re so pretty I forgot what I was going to say”

“I fall in love with you every time I look in your eyes”

“Why are you staring at me?" + "Because I think you're beautiful”

“I’ve never felt safer than I do in your arms”

“Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better”

“C'mere, I don't mind letting you sleep on me”

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting”

“How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?”

“I'm right here; I won't leave your side. Go back to sleep, darling”

“You are the whole of my heart”

“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you”

“I love you, I always have and I always will”

“No. I’m not letting you go it’s too early to get out of bed”

“You’re the most beautiful thing I ever met”

“I’ll always be here for you”

"i'd sleep so much better if you were here every night."

“I was never a morning person, but then I started waking up to your face and you know… Maybe mornings aren’t that bad, after all.” 

“I fucking hate you.” “No you don’t. Take that back right now.” 

“You know I’d do anything to have you stay by my side, right? Anything.”  

“Oh, fuck. Do that again.” 

“You’ve given me so many reasons to walk away.” “Then why don’t you walk away? It’s not like I’m keeping you hostage here.” “You still don’t get it, do you? It’s because I love you.” 

“…Damn it all to hell, if I don’t get to have you tonight then I’m never going to be able to have you.” 

“Let me call you mine, just for tonight.”

“I think you and I make an amazingly stupid pair.” “I know! Our two brain cells combined together make for quality entertainment and a unique kind of stupidity.” 

“I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

“Bet you they don’t make you sound like that, do they?” 

“Fuck, you’re such a wreck, and because of me, too.” 

“You are driving me insane and I’m this close to losing my shit because of you.”

“Is hating me your only personality trait?”

“Never scare me like that again!” 

“Oh, don’t worry. I have every plan to make you submit to me.”

“I’m not even gonna lie, I’m just so fucking obsessed with you.” 

“That could be us.” “That is us.”

“Was it worth it?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you— slow down, you’ll get what you want soon enough.”

“I want you to remember every single second of this.” 

“Bet you they can’t make you feel the way I do.” “Bet’s on.” “Wait, what? That was not my intention—”

“Hm, but I think I like having you spread out like this. Such a gorgeous sight.” 

“…You’re an addiction I never want to quit.” 

“I had nothing to live for, but then you came into my life. So thank you.” 

“Why’d you— why’d you do that?” “B-Because I promised you I’d do anything to keep you safe.” 

“I swear if we get caught then I’m actually going to kill you.” 

“Just when I was about to give up…”

“I trusted you with my life.” “Well, I’m sorry but you’re clearly very gullible.”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel the same as I do, then I’ll leave you alone.” 

“Does me doing all these things not account for anything?” “I never asked you to do those things for me, though, did I?”

“I… I think I’m happy.” “You think? So you’re not one hundred percent certain?”

“Who’s laughing now?” “…Clearly not you. You’re crying, dear God.” 

“You actually came back.”

“I fell in love, so hard, and so fast, but a part of me knew it wasn’t going to last.” 

“Your heart’s always on your sleeve.” “Only around you, because you’re the only one who knows me so well. Too well, in fact.”

“You’ve got me acting like a fool.”

#dialogue prompt #prompt list #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #bg3 wyll #bg3 gale #bg3 astarion #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #bg3 headcanons #bg3 lae'zel #bg3 karlach #bg3 romance #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 smut #bg3 tav #gale bg3 #tav bg3 #karlach #asklynn☆: request #ask: lynn ☆

[dreamersparacosm]

can you do a little fic based off ❝  well,  honestly i’ve never really had sex before and was kinda hoping you would teach me.  ❞ with austin please?

sfw!

note ; *taps mic* hello i am back again with another friends to lover fic bc clearly i didn’t give a fuck abt what that anon had to say SKDJDJD (so sorry bae)

warnings ; talk of sex, losing virginity?

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“What the fuck?”

You shift your weight to your other foot, gnawing at your bottom lip, enough to draw blood, “Uh… well. You know. Like I’ve never really had sex before… and, I don’t know, I was kinda hoping that you would… teach me.”

There. It’s out. Can’t swallow that kind of statement back into your mouth. It lingers in the air, plagues the room and you feel it suffocating your chest. There’s really one of two ways this can go: one, your best friend in the entire world, your confidante, and possibly the boy you’d been in love with for years, agrees to have sex with you for scientific purposes. Two, he tosses you out onto the street, slams the front door behind you, and you never hear from him again.

You’re not sure which is the better option.

He blinks again, swallowing thickly as he scratches the back of his neck. You just stare back at him, unsure of where to move, or if you can even muster enough courage to get out of your chair and motion towards the door. “[Y/N] —“

“Listen, you don’t have to say yes —“

“Well, I’m not gonna say no.”

He leans forward from his position on the couch, spreading his legs open as he props his arms on knees. His ice-blue eyes bore into yours, and you almost shrink into the chair. “…You’re not gonna say no?” Your voice comes out as a squeak. Suddenly, you feel your entire body go limp. Just sitting there like putty.

“No,” He shakes his head, clasping his hands together.

“…Like no ‘no’ or no yes?”

“[Y/N]…” He trails off, giving you a stern look that stops you from continuing to chomp down on your lips. You stop twiddling your thumbs, look at him as he readjusts his pants that are now a little too tight for him. “Like, I just need more context. What are you doing this for?”

“I’m 30, Aus. Thirty. I need to have sex,” And it’s a lot for a Thursday afternoon. He’s not even sure if he’s fully sold, he raises an eyebrow suspiciously and eyes you. It’s not that he’s opposed to the idea — you’re hot, he’s hot, what’s the issue? — it’s just that he never expected his best friend to ask him to take her virginity. Honestly, you never expected it either. “I need to have sex or I’m going to die.”

He snorts at your exaggeration, “I thought you were waiting for marriage.”

“Do you see a ring on my finger?” You hold up your bare ring finger for emphasis, wiggling it in the air, waving it like a white flag that hopefully stops the questions from barreling off his tongue.

“These are fair points,” He muses.

“…So, you’ll fuck me?” You say, lifting your body a bit out of the chair, eyes gleaming with excitement. And he doesn’t want to say no, not at all, because he could never say no to you. It’s a little depressing for him, because the way he saw it, he imagined that maybe, just maybe, he would take your virginity on your wedding day. Not like this. Not with the implication that he’s taking your innocence for someone else to take advantage of. Not with the idea that you’re just using him to ‘get it over with.’

He just bites his tongue, leaves the poisonous words behind, shrugging nonchalantly, “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll fuck you.”

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thank you for joining my 3.5k celly! requests are now closed!

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[jupitercomet]

Don't know why, maybe because my brain is evil and loves to watch people suffer but all I can think about is Bob x Sweet Pea where someone breaks into the bakery and Sweet Pea ends up a little bloody and bruised and we find out why Bob is called Reaper because you hurt someone he loves he will come after you. But also a call back to one of the first blurbs where Sweet Pea is cleaning Bob up and now it's his turn to clean her up. But also I feel bad for wanting Sweet Pea to be hurt

okay, I'm actually gonna save feral Bob (and the origin of Reaper) for the series, so please enjoy a slightly altered version of the second part of your request!

warnings: language, mentions of violence, mentions of injury, mentions of blood, Bob is 6'5" because I said so

“Ow! That stings—”

Bob shuts you up with a glare, his hand holding your jaw still as he dabs at your cheek with a cotton ball soaked in rubbing alcohol. “I don’t wanna hear whining from little miss ‘startin’ bar fights’ right now.” His fingers squeeze your cheeks a bit more at the reminder and it causes your bottom lip to jut out in a small pout — though you already felt like pouting anyway.

“I didn’t know she was wearing rings,” you grumble, letting out a hiss as Bob moves to clean the tender skin around your eye.

“You’re not helpin’ yourself, sweet pea.” Though his voice is firm and hard, his hands remain soft as they care for the bruises and cuts on your face. “So unless you’re gonna explain to me what happened tonight, I think it’s in your best interest to stop talking.”

You deflate slightly at his words. 

Bob’s mad, you know that. He was mad when he picked you and Eloise up from the bar you got kicked out of. He was mad when he changed you into one of his long t-shirts, dropping the pants he’d grabbed with a cluck of his tongue at the sight of your torn up knees. He was mad when he lifted you onto the kitchen counter. And now, as he cleans you of blood and dirt, Bob is mad.

“I’m sorry.” 

It comes out small, meek, in a voice you almost don’t recognize as your own. Bob looks up from your cheek bone and sighs, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as his thumb strokes your jaw. “I'm not angry with ya, but I need to know what happened, sweet pea.”

You let out a breath, moving to play with your fingers nervously, but all that does is draw Bob’s attention to your split knuckles. He stops you, holding onto one of your hands himself, and gives you a prompting look as he grabs a wipe to clean them.

“I, um, well, there was this girl, right? And I guess you went on a couple dates with her or something, because she was talking to all her friends about it,” you purse your lips, looking away. The cotton ball Bob grabbed is hovering above your knuckles and he stares up at you with furrowed brows.

“But anyway, she was just… saying the most awful things about you. That didn’t even make sense either! Like she was upset that you were too considerate! How is that a bad thing? And all her friends were laughing, like you weren’t the most amazing person in the world. So I— I told her that I’m not surprised that someone that allows herself to be seen in public with a spray tan that tacky would have bad taste.”

Bob conceals a small snort, though you hardly notice, speaking animatedly as the anger you felt over the course of the night rears its head again.

“Then she said something and I said something back and then we were fighting— She swung first though, so it was self defense I think. And then she said something about you that I really didn’t like, so I… broke her nose.” You finish, nervously glancing at Bob through your lashes.

It’s silent for several moments and you hold your breath, unsure of what Bob is thinking. Suddenly, he lets out an exasperated laugh, dropping his head to the uninjured skin on your knee.

“How am I supposed to…” He mumbles it more to himself, pressing a soft kiss to your leg before shaking his head and looking up at you. “So you broke a girl’s nose?”

“...yeah.”

“Because she said something not very nice about me?”

“Don’t say it like that! You know what you’re doing when you say it like that,” you cross your arms with a huff. “If anything I should be mad.”

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” Bob raises his brows in mild amusement as he soaks another cotton ball in rubbing alcohol. 

You stick your nose out to emulate a sense of superiority over the significantly larger man, who's preparing to clean your knee caps. “Because now you have me questioning your taste in women. If you didn’t have such awful exes, I wouldn’t have to fight them— Bobby, that burns!”

“Well, it’s what happens when you fight people,” Bob discards the cotton ball, getting up to rummage through the first-aid kit. “So maybe you shouldn’t fight people, sweet pea.”

“She hit me first!”

Bob ignores your outcry, turning to you like you never spoke at all. “You want a Snoopy band-aid or polka dots?” 

You sigh. “Snoopy, please.”

He opens the band-aid quickly, smoothing it against the cut on your cheek, and he lets his thumb linger on the latex padding.

“Listen,” he starts, softening at the way you look like a scolded child. “I don’t care what she thinks about me, alright? Because she isn’t you. And I got you, so why would I give a shit about some other girl with,” his lips quirk up slightly, “a bad spray tan? I do care about you though. And I do give a shit about you getting hurt.”

The hand on your cheek travels down to your chin and he holds it so you’re looking at him. “So, no more starting fights.” He gives your lips a peck. “And no more breakin’ noses.” He gives you another. “Okay, tiger?”

You nod. “Okay.”

“Good,” Bob picks you up from the counter, supporting you with hands holding your thighs as he leads you both to the bedroom. “Now, when you did it, did you do it how I taught ya? Your form’s gotten a lot better, sweet pea. I’m proud of you.”

#bob floyd blurb #bob floyd x sweet pea #sweeter than sugar #under the hard deck #buggy's got a pen

[sirthisisa-wendys]

can i request shinichiro and waka (and others) being …..military…..?? wearing uniforms like Ghost (COD)???

OKAY OKAY I SEE YOU ANON

I SEE YOU

I know very little about call of duty (pew-pew), but I just know Ghost has this deep ass voice and mysterious allure. So I'm gonna do a fluff prompt with how the 1st Gen Black Dragons would be if they were in the military and had a S/O waiting for them back home.

Also yes, military uniforms be schmackin' *chef's kiss*. I wish I could draw them in one... Oh, well.

Watch Your Six: Takeomi Akashi/Keizo Arashi/ Shinichiro Sano/ Wakasa Imaushi x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.4k

tw: nsfw, fluff, angst

masterlist

Takeomi Akashi - The Mail Man

"Mail for you, Akashi!"

"Fuck yeah!" Takeomi rises from his seat at the small cards table, walking over to the officer holding his mail slip between his fingers. Takeomi takes the time in his hands and tears it open, not even glancing at who may have written him the prized item.

"Come on," Keizo encourages Takeomi to sit and read his letter with them, all leaning in to hear his reciting. "We want to hear it all, old man."

"She's telling me about the dog," Takeomi laughs after a while, his face breaking into a smile. "Sounds like she's finally getting the hang of ol' Dega."

"Anything else?" Shin wonders, his eyes wide as Takeomi scans the letter once more.

"Well... she seems to be getting along fine on the base. The other girls are fine. No news is--"

"Good news," they all recite, some sighing and leaning back in their chairs. Takeomi folds the letter back up and looks at his playing cards. For a brief second, he seems to consider the amount of money waiting to be claimed, but then he decides against it.

"I fold," he mutters. Everyone watches as he stands up, holding the letter in his hands as he rises from the table. "Anything you all want to share?"

"Nah," Waka replies. Keizo and Shinichiro echo the same sentiment, and Takeomi wanders off, thoughts of what he wants to write back bouncing around in his mind.

"He always does that," Shin notes.

"If I got letters this often, I would be eager to write back, too," Keizo adds, putting his cards on the table. "Royal flush, motherfuckers. Pay up."

Keizo Arashi - The Calling Card

Keizo stands at the phone station, his arms crossed as he waits for the line to pick up. It's night over where you are, but that doesn't stop him from giving you a ring.

"Hey, baby," you purr on the other line, no doubt rolling out of bed, evidenced by how sleepy you sound. It reminds Keizo of the good days when you would wake him up with a kiss and whisper his name until he cracked an eye open.

"Mrs. Arashi, sorry to disturb you during your sleep."

"No," you giggle. "No, you're not."

"You're right, I'm not," he replies, leaning on the wall. "How is everything going?"

"Everything's fine around here. It's been really normal lately."

"Yeah?" Keizo thinks about all of the ordinary things you could be up to. It'd been only a few months, but he wondered if you'd changed even a little.

"Yeah. How are you doing, love?"

"I'm alright." Keizo scuffs his feet on the concrete floor. "Missing you."

"I miss you, too." There's a brief silence in which Keizo wishes he could say something to reassure you, but he comes up with nothing. "Is Shin still getting those pictures from his girl?" A laugh builds in Keizo's throat, but he tries to stifle it.

"He is," he chuckles. "I've never seen someone more excited on mail day than him. Like a kid in a candy store." You laugh, possibly leaning on your elbow to soften the angle your head is at. He drops his voice low to avoid anyone overhearing. "What are you wearing right now?"

"Wearing?" you question. Then you hum, the sound stirring Keizo's blood. "I'm wearing my usual... one of your t-shirts. No underwear." Keizo stifles a moan by lifting his other hand to his mouth.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Mmhmm. You in your uniform?"

"Sort of," he admits, looking down at his clothes. "I'm sure you're thinking about..."

"Shh..." Keizo hears you shift around in the bed. "Don't want the Commander hearing this, do we?"

"No, ma'am," Keizo responds, smirking. "You're such a good girl."

"I can be even better for you." The words you say next are not fit for anyone but Keizo to hear, each one making him pray his deployment will end sooner rather than later.

Wakasa Imaushi - The Stoic Sniper

"Waka," a voice calls through his headset. "You've got two on your left." Wakasa points his gun to the left, peering through his sights before fingering the trigger.

"Hold." The others patiently wait for him to call the shot. Two figures loom into Waka's sight, and he exhales once, inhales once, then fingers the trigger again. "Hold." Wakasa's mind tries to shift to happier times, less devastating moments in his life, but his training fights every single memory back. Memory is a weakness I can't afford right now.

"Waka..."

Your voice floats to him over the crackling of the comms, and the image of your sweet face claims his mind eye.

"Waka, you're cold." He shivers instinctively, suddenly noticing the biting chill that's crawled over him for hours.

"I know, baby," he whispers to himself, trying to silence your tender voice before it took over his mind and drove him insane. "Be patient."

"Hold."

"Waka?" He flinches at the sound of your voice lifting at the end of his name, your doe eyes turning to him and rendering him useless. "Waka, you need to come inside."

"Not right now."

"Hold."

"Come inside and warm up with me, my love."

"Stop talking to me."

"Hold!" Ghost fingers float over his arms, raising the hair there. Goosebumps flush his skin, but he has to concentrate. No hallucinations, not right now. They would only--

"Take the shot!" Waka's finger pulls down, but seconds before the gun fires, your face flashes before his eyes.

"Waka?" Wakasa startles, his finger instinctively lifting off the trigger.

"Not now!"

"Take the shot, Imaushi!"

"Baby, what are you doing?" Waka wants to wave you away, to spin you out of his head and right into the phone where you were undoubtedly safe, but now it's too late and--

"Imaushi, take the fucking shot!" The gun rattles off right through your visage. And like dust in the wind, you dissipate.

Two thuds echo in the valley, and Wakasa gets up, takes off his tactical headset and balaclava, then stomps over to the water barrel and sticks his head in it. He screams as loud as he can before resurfacing and heading toward the barracks, only one thing on his mind.

"I'm taking my phone call now."

Shinichiro Sano - The Portrait Pocketer

Shinichiro lays under the sheets with his flashlight, eyeing the polaroid you'd sent with a devious grin. His hand snakes down to his pants as he imagines you coming out of the photo and wrapping your arms around his neck. You'd kiss him leisurely, slowly, savoring every second of his touches in case you'd never feel them again.

For Shin, it meant that each time might be the last time. So he'd better make it count.

He can practically feel your hot mouth roaming over his neck and leaving hickies that would last for days. Shin gasps, trying to hold the sounds in his chest, but his cock hardens so much that he can't possibly wait to pleasure himself.

He imagines your hips smacking against his while you ride him, your beautiful hands on his knees. If he closes his eyes really tight, he can even feel your cunt slip over his cock and down to his balls, drenching his dick in your slick. The sound comes to him, too, like popping and moans and...

Shin's fingers work quickly over his cock.

The shy man remembers the way your mouth feels and how much he enjoyed watching you gasp for air before going back down on him. Trails of spit would connect his dick to your lips, and you'd struggle for air but - ever the trooper - go back down on him without complaining. Shin recalls fucking your throat as you hung over the edge of the bed, an experience he looked forward to enjoying once more.

That's what he'd do.

As Shin cums in short bursts of pleasure, the plan manifests in his mind. He'd walk in the door, drop his bags, kiss you like you'd never been kissed before, then clamp a hand on your pussy while walking you back to the bedroom. The door would shut, clothes would come off, and he'd fuck your face before doing his due diligence and eating you out for as long as you wanted. Once all that was said and done, he'd sink his cock into your sopping wet cunt with that lustful look in his eye and fuck you seventy ways to Sunday.

In the morning, after Shin wakes with a start and cleans up all of the photos he'd fallen asleep with, he turns to Takeomi and mutters,

"I can't wait to go back home."

"Oh, hell yeah," Takeomi replies, sighing deeply. "You and me both."

#shinichiro sano smut #shinichiro sano #shinichiro sano x reader #keizo arashi x reader #keizo arashi #keizo arashi fluff #takeomi akashi x reader #takeomi akashi #takeomi akashi fluff #wakasa imaushi x reader #wakasa imaushi

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Black Towel

Pairings: Thornhill x Weems x Reader (Platonic)

Word count: 1.2K

Summary: You end up in the principals office … but you didn’t do anything wrong. Well, nothing that deserved being here at least.

TW: periods (that’s really shouldn’t need a warning), talks of blood, reader being awkward

A/n finally I’ve written a period fic for this fandom. Hope y’all enjoy. Lemme know if u want more period fics by requesting.

You were in a hurry, you needed to get to class. You were running late and by the state of the hallways half the school was as well. The power must have gone out in the storm last night because it seems nobody’s alarms went off. You held your satchel closer to you and ducked your head. Little did you know someone’s eyes were trained on you.

You managed to make your way into one of the lesser jam-packed halls, realising a little too late as to why everyone was avoiding it. It was the hallway with the principal's office.

You hurried past the doors wincing when you heard them open. You managed to try and lose the principal in the crowd, but she seemed hell bent on getting to you for some strange reason.

Rounding another hallway, you leant against the wall and panted after the small amount of running you did, maybe you should listen to coach Vlad and do more fencing.

Unfortunately, you didn’t hear the clicking of heels until it was too late. The principal came and stood in front of you with a soft look on her face which surprised you as you expected her to be mad with the way she was chasing you.

“Ms L/n could you come with me to my office please?” She asked kindly and you gulped and nodded still feeling nerves about what was going to happen, detention probably. The hallways were suspiciously empty as you walked back, everyone probably hiding from the detention you could see in your future.

Entering the room, the principal placed a hand on your arm to stop you.

“Wait here. Don’t sit down just yet.” She instructed before going back into her room through the door at the back.

You stood awkwardly shuffling from foot to foot. A moment later she came back and laid a black towel on the lounge and sat down patting the covered spot beside her. You shuffled over and sat next to her.

“Would you like some tea darling?” She asked and you nodded. Your stomach cramped uncomfortably, maybe something warm would help.

While she made the tea, she spoke to you.

“Darling, do you know why your here?”

“Because i was late to class?” You said averting your gaze and bouncing your knee.

“No darling. Students weren’t the only ones late this morning, I had to knock on staff residences doors as well.” She chuckled, “You’re here more so due to the stain on your skirt.” She said softly, coming back and handing you the tea.

“What…oh.” You said finding it hard to look at her again.

Now it made sense. The stomach cramps. The tiredness. You had your period and, in your rush, had managed to bleed onto your skirt.

You flushed a deep red and took the drink from her.

“It’s natural darling.” She said as if she was simply discussing the weather, “do you have cramps?” She asked sweetly, “I have some paracetamol if you would like it?” She continued and you nodded shyly, eyes locked on the teacup in your hands. “Alright.” You mumbled softly.

She took a sip of the tea and set it down on the bench, before she stood, she placed a comforting hand on your knee.

“Darling, you don’t have to be embarrassed with me, I’m not here to make you uncomfortable. Im here to help.” She said softly and you finally met her eyes, nodding your thanks to her instead of speaking.

She stood and went over to her desk draw and pulling out some pain medicine. She popped two out and handed them to you.

You nodded your thanks and took them, chasing it with some more tea. After a minute there was a knock on the door.

“Ah, she’s here.” Ms Weems said with a smile and stood, opening the door. The door swung on its hinge to reveal a slightly disheveled Ms Thornhill holding bag with another skirt in it.

She smoothed down her clothes with a hand and straightened her glasses.

You laughed softly. “Did your alarm not go off Ms?” You asked with a smile, and she chuckled.

“Me and half the school.” She joked before coming over to you and setting the bags down.

“How are you feeling honey?” She asked and you nodded.

“Im alright. The teas helping.” You said taking another sip.

“Good. Good. Well, I’ve put a couple pads in there and a fresh skirt for you. And I got Yoko to throw in some underwear.” She said and you flushed a deep scarlet.

“Oh honey,” she said with a chuckle at your complexion, “This happened to me one too many times in high school. Nothing to be embarrassed about. It's better than being called aside by coach Vlad of all people. For an old vampire the sight of period blood makes the man squirm. It's odd, because he’s both old enough to be mature about it and because he’s a damn vampire for Christ's sake.” She said exasperatedly and you chuckled. “He always finds some reason for me to come to the gym and deal with it. The mans a coward.” She smiled, pushing up her glasses again as you cracked a grin.

“I guess.” You shrugged “Thank you… both.” You said awkwardly.

“No problem honey.” Ms Thornhill said, not missing a beat, and Ms Weems nodded in your direction and sat back at her desk watching the interaction.

“There’s a bathroom in the back if you would like to change.” She said and you shot her a sheepish grin.

“Yes please, if that’s ok?” You said and Ms Thornhill stood and nodded before she guided you to the bathroom. You knew she was close friends with the principal, so it was no doubt she knew her ways around her quarters.

After shutting and locking the door you heaved a sigh. embarrassed didn’t quite cover it. You quickly changed into a fresh set of underwear and slipped on a pad and the fresh skirt.

You silently cursed Yoko for finding the one pair of neon Marvel underwire you had hidden in the back which were a gift from your aunt as a gag gift at Christmas after she had found out your obsession with Wanda and Natasha. You were closer with her than your parents and often stayed at her on holidays.

Once you were done you shoved the soiled clothes back into the bag and washed your hands. When you were done you walked back into the office and thanked them again.

“Like Marilyn … Ms Thornhill said earlier no problem darling.” The principal said and stood. “I’ve written you a note for class. Feel free to drop your things back at your dorm. I’ve given you fifteen minutes leigh-way with the note.” She said and handed you the crisply folded paper between her index and middle finger. You nodded and took it.

“Thanks.” You said again not quite making eye contact before you slipped out of the office, hurrying back to your dorm planning all the different ways to remove fangs without anaesthetic.

MASTERLIST

#period #period fic #menstruation #blood #sicfic #whump #fluff #weems #thornhill #principal weems #Ms Thornhill #marilyn thornhill #good Ms Thornhill #nevermore #student r #reader gets their period #cramps #comfort #comfort fic #hurt / comfort #emotional comfort #outcast r #Yoko tanaka #enid Sinclair #Wednesday addams #marvel referances #pads #self insert #fanfiction #fanfic

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Four Times You Held Karl Jacobs Hand and The One Time It Meant Something More

Requested? Nah

Warnings? fluff fluff fluff

Summary: You and Karl hold hands (just trust me okay)

Word Count: 1,428

One

You sit in the waiting room of the doctors office, your leg bouncing uncontrollably as you nervously look around. It was far too early in the morning for you to be this anxious already but couldn’t help it considering where you were. 

“(y/n),” Karl calls your name, making you look at him. “It’s gonna be okay.” 

He rests a hand on your shaking knee and goosebumps flood over you at his touch. You had been ordered a blood draw by your doctor so they could run some tests, and had to fast from food for the test to work. You had woken up far too early for the 9 am test and called Karl hoping he could calm you down. He offered to come with you to the appointment and that’s how you got here. 

“(y/l/n)?” The nurse calls out, stepping into the waiting room. 

You instantly look at Karl, nerves flaring up and he stands, grabbing your hand and walking you over to the nurse. She smiles at you kindly, telling you to follow her into the small patient's room. She has you sit down on the comfy recliner and indicates that Karl can sit on your right side.

“I assume you have a fear of needles?” the nurse asks kindly as she preps your arm. 

“Very much so,” you agree and smile meekly at her. 

“Well it’ll be over quickly and your boyfriend is here which always helps.” 

You go to correct her but she pulls out the needle she plans to use and you whip your head to face the other way. Your heart pounds half in fear of the needle and half in nerves because of Karl’s touch against yours. Karl smiles at you encouragingly, slipping his hand into your free one and intertwining your fingers together. 

“Squeeze my hand as hard as you need to, okay?” he tells you and you nod nervously. 

Karl holds eye contact as the needle pinches your skin and you flinch, squeezing his hand in yours. Karl doesn’t even make a face, simply rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand and keeping a neutral gaze with you. The nurse lets you know when she’s almost finished but Karl’s gaze has you forgetting the pain and fear all together. 

“And you’re all done!” the nurse cheers and you glance back at your arm to see gauze wrapped around and your blood sitting in vials on a tray. 

You sort everything out with the secretary at the front desk before heading outside, a sigh of relief escaping you. You look over to Karl and realize your hands are still entwined. The warmth of his hand is comforting against yours and you consider leaving it like that. However, you both chicken out, your nerves getting the best of you and let go of each other. 

“Wanna get breakfast?” 

Two 

“It’s gonna be fine,” you tell Karl, placing your hands on his shoulders and staring into his shiny green eyes. 

“What if I stumble and fall? What if I fuck up my words? What if no one knows who I am? What if-” he continues listing off the possibilities until you shake his shoulders lightly, forcing him to look at you again. 

“Honey,” you start, slipping your hands from his shoulders to his hands. You cup his hands in yours, squeezing them both in reassurance and Karl leans into your touch. 

“You are going to go out on that stage, strut your stuff, read that winner's name, and smile like the goddamn rockstar that you are.” 

Karl’s stare is so incredibly fond your heart plummets quickly before raising into your throat. It feels like an electric current going through you as his hands cling to yours. Someone calls his name and you offer another reassuring tap of your hands and he presses a kiss to your cheek before running off. 

You watch nervously as he heads out, strutting across the stage like the king he is, and stepping up to the microphone. Your smile overtakes your face, and you stand in the wings waiting for your best friend to come back to you. 

He hands the cards over to the producers before turning towards you, he runs over and you raise your hands up, his hands meeting yours in a high five that ends with the two of you holding hands once more. 

“I’m sorry,” you start grinning. “Am I right or am I right?” 

“You were right,” Karl concedes and the two of you stay grinning at each other. 

Three

“(y/n)! Slow down!” Karl calls out to you as you race through the arena. 

You were headed to your seats for the Harry Styles concert the two of you had been waiting for forever. You had bought the tickets the minute they went on sale and ended up with pit tickets, something you had been gushing about since the minute the charge went through on your card. 

The two of you head towards the pit, Karl trying to keep track of you as you bound farther away from him. Thankfully, you’re both in matching fits, going all out for the concert in the most dramatic way possible. 

Finally, you get there and settle into a good spot. You end up taking photos, talking excitedly with other fans, and waiting anxiously. The show eventually starts and you’re pulled into the excellence that is a Harry Styles concert. 

When the lights come up, your heart falls and a tear drops from your eye. Karl reaches up, brushing away the wetness from your cheek. You look up to him, offering a sad smile and he gives you a quick hug. 

He steps in front of you, trying to weave through the mass of people in the pit. For a moment you’re nervous about making it out, but Karl reaches back and grabs your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. 

The comfort of his skin on yours keeps you calm as he leads you out of the crowd and eventually out of the stadium itself. You’re halfway to the car when you realize you’re still holding onto each other tightly. 

“So,” you start and as if Karl notices just as quickly as you do, nerves beating you down once again and he lets go. 

“Favorite song?” 

Four 

“Wait!” Karl calls and you look at him confused. 

He gets out of the car and shuts the door quickly behind him. He walks around the car and opens your door, holding his hand out for you. You take it, smiling ridiculously as he helps you out of the car and shuts the door behind you. 

Your hands linger together for a bit before you both let go, shy smiles thrown each other’s way. You head into the grocery store, shopping for dinner and random extras for the rest of the week. After checking out, you head back to the car where Karl stops in front of your door again. 

You tilt your head at him and he holds his hand out to you again. You take it and he opens your door, helping you into the car and shutting it carefully behind you. You felt like a princess the way Karl treats you and your hands shake at the giddy feeling in your stomach. 

And One 

“Hey!” you greet Karl as he walks into your kitchen. 

He sets down his stuff, making his way over to you and wraps his arms around your shoulders as a quick hug. He heads out to your dining room, setting up the table before coming back into the kitchen. 

He pauses at the doorway, leaning against it and watching you cook. His eyes follow your figure, a soft smile on his lips and the thought crosses his mind that he wants to do this every single night forever. 

“Hey,” Karl says and you turn to look at him, your head cocking to the side. 

He strides over to you, slipping his hands into yours and focusing on the skin pressed into his. He looks down, for a moment imagining a wedding day like this before looking back up to meet your eyes. 

His head dips down to meet yours, and his lips feel like butter and fire wrapped all into one. They mold to yours perfectly and light you up from top to bottom. Your hands squeeze his as he deepens the kiss and it takes you a moment to gain your surroundings when you part. 

“Okay?” he asks, squeezing your hands reassuringly. 

“Perfect.”

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I don't know if you watched it but I have a Natasha Romanoff x Wife Reader request that's pure heartbreak and angst that takes place in the What If zombies episode/ universe

Pure heartbreak angst you say? Ok bet- also I watched it once don't remember a whole lot

Also idk how to write fight scenes

Also putting this on my Ao3 so if you want you can read it there instead- here's a link if you wanna read it there instead

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42440733

Warning(s): zombies so yeah- very descriptive at some parts on what zombies do, violence, detailed death, gore, not a happy ending

Natasha Romanoff x Wife!Reader (what if: zombies)

Natasha held your hand. Looking up at the stars. A gentle smile on her face full of life. A look if younger you saw would have thought this was a complete stranger. Someone who looked like Agent Romanoff. But it wasn't some stranger- nor was it apart of some undercover mission.

This is the real unmasked Natasha

Someone who was always tense on edge for anything to happen- was relaxed- looking over at you Natasha grinned leaning against your shoulder

"I love you" she smiled brightly. Biting her lip she looked down at your hand in hers- touching the ring on your finger

"I love you more" kissing the top of her head you leaned against it gently.

"Impossible"

It was the beginning of the end- no one knew it yet. Everyone was happy, cheering- you married the woman you loved. Your guys life was happy and full, nothing could go wrong.

Until it did.

It was like someone dropped a pin in a quiet room disrupting the place- one so big it left a huge impact on not just a small group.

But everyone alive

It was supposed to be a quick misson. Just figure out about the odd attacks in the city and get out. It was supposed to be the final mission before you and your wife Natasha's break.

A break for you both to share a home. A break for your life to begin with just one another. To start a family.

"Come on love" Natasha spoke holding your hand, smiling gently "it'll be quick just a quick check around the area then we'll be done" smirking she leaned in close "then we can be alone for our own.. mission"

Before you could respond Tony faked gaged ad he passed you by "ugh.. get it together love birds.

"So here's the plan" Steve spoke standing infront of you all. Standing the same familiar 'I'm Captain America' stance he has. "We get to the city. Find any survivors and figure out the type of damage is going on" looking at every individual person to ensure they were listening to everything he was saying.

"OK. Well everyone sit down and we'll be there in a couple hours."

-

Once you landed the doors opened. A horrible smell hit you all. Smelled of chemicals and death. Coughing you looked out of the smokey streets.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

It was like a ghost town

Stepping out onto the usually busy street, you all pulled your weapons out incase of anything to go wrong. Looking along the street, care were left stranded either parked or in the middle like some accident happened. Doors were open- windows smashed. Stepping close to one car you noticed blood on the inside and hood of the car

"Guys" you called drawing their attention to you "look at this" Tony who stood closest to you- leaned over to look inside. He sighed softly leaving straight up.

"There's no one inside. Just a lot of blood. To much for someone to survive." He spoke sadly. His eyes glanced down he stopped moving for a moment. "Wait." Walking on the other side of the car you followed close behind clutching the gun in your hand tighter ready if anythinf were to happen. You swallowed the lump in your throat

There was a blood trail from the car to the building beside it.

"Hey. Don't worry it'll be fine" Tony spoke patting your shoulder "lets just check- maybe I was wrong. Maybe someone did survive" walking up to the building he looked back to make sure you were following. "Ok. You go down that hall-" pointing down the left hall. The nerves were hit- a bad feeling sinking in your stomach the longer you stayed in this place but it wasn't so bad knowing a friend was nearby.

"I'll go down that one. Just yell and I'll come running" with that as you rounded the corner you separated from Tony you felt more at ease- going along the hall you glanced at each door before attempting to open it- jammed. Checking another same issue. Huffing you glanced down the hall- seeing a staircase. Walking up it you noticed a door slightly open. You walked to it before slowing down- taking a deep breath you barged in gun pointed incase of an attack- looking around the bedroom it seemed like a mess- the blankets on the bed half off draped on the floor- papers sprung about almost in a rush

A door on the opposite side was locked shut. The deadbolt kept it locked from the inside. Huming you took a glance at the table- some air conditioner hanging out the window- it looks like it might fall at anytime, a book caught your attention- glancing back at the door you came from you lowered your gun.

'Just a peak will be fine'

Picking up the book you stopped- an odd sound came from down the hall- a crunching sound yet- squishy noises were with it. You couldn't put a idea or name of what it could be- placing the book down you pulled your gun.

Stopping in place- you listened for that weird crunching sound to happen again. Going to the door you stopped at the handle. Giving it a moment you took a deep sigh before unlocking thr deadbolt and opening it as quietly as you could. Entering slowly nothing unusual was around- the sound never stopped as you entered out- the wood beneath your feet creaked every now and again. The smell in the room was awful- putting your hand to your mouth for a second to not puck or gag- you cursed under your breath slightly before you looked down the hallway- your gun drawn in defense. It was too dark to see anything grabbing your flashlight from you jacket you switched it on and shun it down. A person was crouched down- their back turned to you, over a laying down body- which looked to be female- stepping closely slowly you saw blood on the person laying down- looking back to the one with their back turned to you their shoulders shook. Like their crying

"..E-excuse me?" You spoke breaking the silence. The figure stopped moving- the noise stopped. They titled their head as if to listen as they slowly stood. "are- are you ok?" Turning sharply you gasped. The horrible sight- Their face bloodied- Jaw looked completely dislocated. Like it was hanging on a thread- bound to snap. Chunks of something on their chin dropped to the floor. Looking down at the laying person- you finally realized what that sound was.

They were eating the woman's face- the skin of her face ripped off- bones broken in. Then the groaning started from the woman. Looking at the person again you swallowed the lump in your throat "Stay right where you are" pointing at the figure the blood dropping onto the floor beneath them. With a groan it sprinted at you like an animal charging towards its prey- to feast upon the prey- you.

Shooting them didn't seem to slow them down even a little bit- not even in the legs- it was as if they either didn't feel it or- who knows what else it could be. Stepping back as it drew near you took another shot-

Click

Click

"What the fuck-" looking down at the gun your heart raced faster- you could hear it in your ears. You're out of bullets. Looking around the room the thing kept getting closer until it reached trying to swipe at you with its mangled arm- continuing to back up and dodge the thing until you hit the wall- "shit" huffing you pulled your knife out aiming when they struck again.

Which they did

Taking the knife you stabbed their arm- didn't even seem to faze them either- "what-" you spoke confused. It leaped for you again before a light beam hit it in the head. Toppling to the floor you heard a sigh

"I told you to yell if you needed any help."

You let a sigh of relief escape you "Oh thank god" walking over to him. Tony was gonna make a joke until he saw how shaken up you were- noticing the concerned look on his face you explained what you saw before he came in.

"Oh shit." Wincing Tony shivered in disgusted "that sounds disgusting" patting your arm comfortingly "don't worry. No face eating guys will eat your face I'll make sure of it."

"..thanks"

"Natasha would kill me"

"She would"

Gently guiding you away from the hall- the mess- Tony brought you to the front- opening the door he held it for you. Standing on the side walk the both of you stayed quiet for a moment to think of what to do next. The obvious answer is to find the others- but how would they go about this matter.

"He-" a rearing noise of something scraping them snapping was heard above you both. Looking up something seemed to be falling- pushing you out of the way Tony landed in a odd way- a Crack was heard in his suit making him scuff in annoyance "Oh come on."

"Wh- what happened?" You spoke pulling him up gently as you could- checking for any injuries you could possibly see on him

"The stupid thing knocked the 'beam' out." Tony replied rolling his eyes playfully from the use of your nickname for his hand repulsors. "I shouldn't have taking this one out before testing it properly.." He mumbled

"You mean to tell me. You brought that new hand beam thing you've been working on. And never tested it..?"

"I am now"

"Look. It's going to be fine." Tony said with a smile- "You'll be fine and get to have so-" red clouded your face- crunching and snapping was heard. Blinking your heartbeat in your ears ran hard- loud. Almost deafening. You didn't see the person yelling for you- or running towards you

Grabing your arm dragging you away the sounds of the groans- screams became static in your ears. With your free hand you reached for your face- a sob broke out of you. Wiping his blood off as much as you could you turned and ran along side the person holding your arm.

"-N! Get a hold of yourself!"

Blinking you glanced beside you Clint was yelling out dragging you along with him. You kept looking straight ahead never taking your eyes off the door as those things charged at you both from behind. The sickening metal breaking from Tony's suit echoed as his screams turned to gurgling noises. You didn't want to think of what that meant

Running in the state you were in you didn't even realize you were in some room- didn't hear someone call for you. You were in such a daze it wasn't until someone brought you into their arms you snapped out of it.

It was Natasha. Pulling away from a second Natasha looked you up and down to make sure you were fine. That there were no injuries. Sighing in relief when she found none

Bringing you into her arms Natasha held you as you sobbed- whispering comforting words to you. Blinking away her tears she pulled back to look at you smiling sadly

"It wasn't your fault."

You sobbed more Natsha held you close- her own tears falling on you once she heard what happened. What those things did to Tony. Clint walked around the room with a grunt trying to find anything that could help scratching his arm harshly as he went.

"Hey sorry to interrupt but have you seen Steve?"

With a solem shake of Natasha's head, Clint didn't want to ask what happened. "He saved me" was all Natasha said before bringing her attention back to her wife- holding you in her arms she rubbed your back. Clint went back to trying to find anything that could help.

"Wait." Natasha spoke pulling back a bit after you slowly stopped sobbing. "I think I saw some papers in the other room. Maybe it can give a clue for whatever the hells happening" pressing a kiss to your check she pulled away fully

"I'll go look. Y/N stay here and help Clint" with that Natasha quickly left the room

It was quiet in the room as you both searched high and low for anything that could help in this situation. Anything to explain why people were eating each other- or at least explain why nothing was stoping them.

"Thank you by the way" you said looking through some drawers a confused hum escaped Clint- looking over at him you dropped the pencil back in closing the drawer "for dragging me here- saving me"

Huming he nodded his head looking over at you "of course. I couldn't just leav-" coughing harshly Clint leaned against the wall groaning in pain holding his arm. Looking over at him you rushed to his side "it's- it's fine" pulling his hand away he looked at the bloody mark on his arm- furrowing his eyebrows in confusion "that uh- guy" swallowing he looked over at you showing the bleeding wound looking closer the indents surrounding it seemed like teeth marks.

"This sick guy I think almost bit my whole ass arm out." Sighing he leaned against the wall closer for more support. "Had a run in before helping you"

"..maybe he had rabies? Or something. You look really pale" you spoke slowly- his face pale sweating badly. "Are you feeling sick?" Moving to feel his forehead he moved out of the way huffing painfully as he did

Glancing at you sadly "Don't- Don't touch me" panting he held his wounded arm tightly to his chest- nodding your head you leaned back holding your hands up. Clint stumbled overhimself panting heavily- he didn't seem to be all there.

"I think I'm just- just hungry" Clint groaned out painfully. Blinking a couple times before he fell hard on the floor. Rushing towards him with a yell you helped him lean on his back. Putting your head to his chest to hear a heartbeat. You waited.

There was none

"NATASHA-" you screamed out- Natasha ran infrom the other room- her face paled at fhe sight of her bestfriend on the ground rushing towards the both of you she reached over to feel a pulse.

"What happened"

"I- I don't know- all the sudden he was in pain from some bite a guy did on his arm then collapsed." Searching around for a pulse. She stopped- tears fell before Natasha started to sob

There was no pulse.

Nothing to show any sighs of Clint being alive.

A slam was heard down the hall. Standing up you looked at the two one last time before rushing to see what was going on- too many of those things that have been attacking you all were in- those dead eyes trained solely on you. They started to run- rushing to the door you slammed it shut- using your body to keep it closed while you locked it.

"Nat- we have trouble" before she could get up something from the corner of her eye caught her attention. Turning to face Clint again she waited

Clint moved

"..Clint? Are you alive?" Natasha asked hopefully- slowly walking towards her best friend- he groaned lowly. "Hey- Clint you'll be ok-" reaching him Natasha stopped to glance at you- holding the door as the banging continued-

You had a bad feeling about this.

Reaching a hand out towards him Natasha cleared her throat- before she could touch him Clint jumped up the broken leg cracked making a sickening crunch- you both froze watching him. Turning towards Natasha he leaped- without thinking you rushed forward to grab Natasha yanking her out of the way. Yelling Natasha regained her balance

"CLINT- what are you doing? That's Natasha" you yelled standing infront of her- she stared frozen- Clint moaned painfully walking awkwardly towards you on his broken leg- as if he didn't feel it. As if it wasn't broken. Swiping at you this time Clint jumped forward- putting your hands on his shoulders to push him away the way he moved his head forward uncaring of you pushing him away- the way he moved his mouth

It was like he wanted to bite you.

"STOP THIS CLINT-"

Natasha yanked him away from you- his attention once again on the red head- pointing towards the door "hold that shut." Moving back at the pounding door you didnt take your eyes off the two. "Come on. What the fuck is happening" Natasha spoke tears going down her cheek- she watched her best friend die. Yet here he is- alive and attacking her and her wife. Charging towards her Natasha pulled her dual batons out striking his arms and side- it didn't do anything barely doing anything besides making him move back

Clint tackled Natasha down his face close to her side punching him she winced jumping up- bring a distance from him she glanced at the glass

"I'm so sorry"

Using the broken glass Natasha closed her eyes stabing down on his head- a hopefully quick end- the groaning stopped once she did. Leaning back she looked down at her best friend- the one she failed to protect. The one she killed in the end. Looking at her bloodied hands- she felt disgusted.

"We need to go"

-

Walking the halls as slowly as you two were seemed to be getting anyone nowhere. It's been at least 3 hours or so since Natasha lost her bestfriend- she was walking infront of you not speaking or making any gesture she was upset she was in work mode but even in her work mode- she seemed tired

"Are you tired?"

Silence

"Maybe we should take a break?"

Silence.

Natasha made no move to respond but at the idea of a quick break- Natasha walked into the room beside the two of you. Following she pointed at the chair in the middle of the room next to a messy desk. Sitting down you watched Natasha walk making sure the whole room was clear.

Natasha came back a moment or so later- silent- she stood infront of you watching you silently- it was clear she was trying to think of some way to voice her thoughts. So you gave her the time to figure it out. A couple minutes later she finally spoke

"You'll go to the tower I'm sure there's someone still there. That place is locked up tight. Tony made sure of it" Natasha spoke leaning against the wall with a huff. "Someone will help you" Turning to face Natasha your eyes narrowed

"You mean both of us are going-"

"I'm not going with this time."

Natasha shook her head- the confusion on your face turned to a look of horror when Natasha sighed shakily moving her jacket showing her bloodied side. Her breath quickened in a daze

"No"

Rushing towards Natasha your eyes stung. Blinking away the tears you refused to let them fall. Not now. Not here. Grabbing her arm you pulled Natasha to sit to look closer at the bite. "It'll be fine. You always pull through"

"You always do"

"Not this time Y/N." Natasha spoke softly- looking you over- looking at all the details of your face- memorizing every marking, every little crease in your face when your gaze shifted- the words you spoke to her slurred in her mind. Natasha can't figure out what your saying to her really.

"I love you" Natasha didn't know if she spoke the words aloud or was just thinking it- but by the way you stopped and looked at her she figured she did say it. Shaking she brought her hand up to your face brushing the tears away- "I love you so much. I want you to know how much you mean to me."

Her chest hurt.

Breathing started to hurt- it felt like she was getting sick. She's been shot and stabbed many times- tortured on many different occasions but none of them hurt as much as it does now- she's leaving you and there's nothing she or anyone can do to stop it. "I think-" wincing in pain she looked up at you "I think this is it for me"

"Don't say that-" you choked- "You'll be fine"

"I-" Turning to face Natasha- who in turn gasped out in pain- "I can't leave you- please" sobbing you held her shaking hands "Natasha you'll be fine!"

Pushing you away the veins around the bite in her side darkened- spreading up working at a fast pace- it wouldn't be long until it fully took over her- no matter how much she tried to fight back.

"What-" clearing your throat you blinked away your tears "what If we.. uh cut the infected area..?" With a shake of her head she shakily pulled the collar of her suit back showing the darkened veins spreading fast past her shoulder.

"Wouldn't work" taking a moment to get her breath again "-anyways. Its on my side" panting in a cold sweat Natasha looked like she was gonna puke.

"I- I feel sick"

Natasha wanted to kiss you- at least one more time but she didn't want to risk the chance of infecting you- so she settled with holding your hand for as much time she can- even if the feeling of your hand in hers made her hand feel like it was on fire. She would deal with it.

"Please. Leave. I- I don't want this for you" Natasha let go of your hand leaning back away- she's starting to feel hungry. Blinking slowly the words you spoke again slurred- she couldn't make out what you were saying but she knew them by heart just like she knew you. You wanted to stay. "No. Leave now. Please. This" gritting her teeth- it's getting harder to hold her limbs back "this is my final wish." Looking at her for a moment- the tears wouldn't stop coming- she couldn't hear what you were saying anymore- the words played of what you'd want to say played but it didn't feel real.

Cause it wasn't.

Her vision started to blur the shape that made up you shook your lips moving yet no sound could be heard "I-" biting her lip harshly she tasted her blood. "I can't hear you" sobbing her heart shattered "I can't see you" panting heavily she shook- "Why can't I see you? Why?" She wasn't sure if what she was saying was actually being said- she can't even hear herself. She can't hear anything but her own mind screaming this to stop- for it to make sense.

"Please." Natasha sobbed her vision going black- she can't make out a single thing "I just want to see you again." The feeling of you on her vanished. She couldn't feel anything. She wasn't sure if she was crying anymore

Was she?

Where was she?

Why does it not hurt anymore?

It became silent as Natasha sat slumped in her seat- her hand in yours became limp- colder then it was a second ago. The cries she let out haunted you- standing up you wiped your tears harshly.

"I love you"

You left without looking back

-

It's been days since you began walking. Clutching the knife and gun close to you as you walked. Any movement your eyes would train on to make sure it wasn't any of those...things around. You still couldn't figure out how to fight them enough to get away- didn't want to take a chance in a battle with an unknown enemy.

Any fight with the unknown is dangerous- even ones where you can see them but don't know how to actually take them down. Sighing you checked how many bullets you had in your gun.

4 rounds. Then your done.

A knife is good but not good enough to hold your own against those man eating things. Your friend died and came back. Did the same happen to your wife-? To Natasha? Did this thing spread? This.. sickness? Was a virus a better word for this situation.

You stopped walking- groaning noises was heard from behind the truck infront of you. Biting your lip you had two choices. Go around to see what's on the otherside and get to the jet or find another way.

"Fuck it"

What else do you gotta lose anyways. All you have now was the knife and gun in your hands. You prayed everyone else was safe at the tower. And outside of it. Taking a deep breath you turned to go around the truck. A handful of those man eating things stood wandering around some not moving. Just staring. Limbs eaten off on some. Some less gross to look at. But all covered in blood.

You took a step back hoping none would look over at you. One stopped moving leaning up to smell into the air- slowly turning to you. 'Shit' letting out a ear piercing scream it charged at you- the others turned to look as well. Running as fast as you could the building in your view. Safer in a building then out in the street where those things were chasing you. Shooting two shots at the two creatures that got too close.

2 rounds left

Barging into the door you quickly scanned around seeing a table rushing towards it you knocked the recently burnt candles off it- using the table you blocked off the door inside. With a soft panting sigh you looked around- the pounding on the door loud. The table won't keep them out for long- but hopefully enough for you to figure out what to do.

The place you found yourself in was a living room. Leading into the kitchen. Broken glass was littered acrossed the floor. Bloody hand prints on the wall or anywhere they could reach. Clinging to your knife you decided to stalk around to make sure you were alone.

It was a empty. No upstairs. Or even a back door. Going out the window seemed impossible- every tug and pull at them just served to be useless. It was like it wasn't supposed to be opened. Breaking it was out of the question as well. Don't want to attrack more of those thin-

The table creaked. You held your breath. Crouching down in the corner your eyes never left the door.

It was the end.

Everyone was gone. In a bloodied mangled pile- they must be at this point- there were no tears to shed at this point. Your will to move on stopped. Stopped when the love of your life died- when you lost your friends. Family.

There was no going back.

The banging on the door continued. Like someone was ramming their body against it. The slaming hit so hard the table moved partially out of the way

Then it was silent-you held your breath for as long as you could never looking away from the door- nor blinking. Afraid if you did it would be all over. Even when your eyes burned begging you to blink.

You refused- with a soft sigh you slowly stood up from your crouched position. Accepting.

The door creaked open

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Irritating People, The Family Business

Pairing: Crowley X Reader (he/him)

Requested by: anon

Written for: my 300 follower celebration (open)

Warnings: canon typical levels of violence, blood, injury, talk of stitches, reader being Bad At Feelings™

Word Count: 1,308

Summary: Y/N got hurt on a hunt. Crowley seemed to take it not as cool as anyone else thought. Arguments, some shouting and a confession here and there ensues.

"Oh for God's sake, moose! The blood won't stop flowing just because you stare at it!"

His mouth was awfully dry. Ironically, that was the first thing Y/N noticed upon waking up.

Or coming back to consciousness. The next thing he noticed was his pounding headache. Oh, and his side feeling like someone was pushing a candle inside his ribcage.

It didn't help that Crowley and Sam were arguing loudly right now.

"I'm not staring, I'm trying to figure out if he needs stitches or a hospital!" Sam was past pissed, Y/N didn't even need to open his eyes to see that. Where were they again? Last thing he remembered was fighting off the ghouls and one of them drawing a knife on him.

Suddenly there was a lot of pressure on his side. Y/N groaned weakly and attempted to roll away from the pain. It did not work. While one pair of hands was seemingly disposing a nice little car on top of him, another was holding his body in place.

"Maybe if you'd heal it, we wouldn't need to have this damn fight!" That was Dean. It solved the riddle of who was pushing him through the ground as well. His voice was coming from right over him so Y/N took a wild guess and said that the older Winchester was currently practicing his patchin-up-skills on him while cussing out Crowley.

Who huffed from somewhere behind his head. "I'm a demon. We destroy things, not put them back together. If I would put my magic hands on your boy, I'd do more damage than good."

"Then leave and let us work dammit!" Sam was speaking quietly by now which was always a sign for whoever he was talking to to run.

This time around, the room was quieter when he woke up. It was less painful too. To wake up - not the room. Luckily, it was his own room back at the bunker which meant that they travelled a great deal while Y/N had been sleeping. Or unconscious.

And Crowley was a smart demon apparently. The last thing Y/N heard before he felt the cold needle pierce his skin was Crowley taking off. Then, the world became black once again.

But it wasn't silent. People were taking outside, Sam's deep rumble against Dean's agitated exclamations.

Crowley had been working together with them on the job as they had suspected Lucifer-allied demons rather than the bunch of ghouls they got instead. Well, jokes on them, the ghouls were working with Lucifer as well and took great fun in using them as punching bags.

What was surprising about the situation was that Crowley actually kept being helpful. Sure, he'd never outright pushed them into the danger zone but that didn't mean that he hurried to save them.

Okay, apparently he did do that. Y/N had the distinct memory of someone smaller, someone more his size taking his weight before he hit the ground. He knew how it felt being carried around by the Winchesters and Y/N was pretty sure that it had been neither of them who stopped him from kissing the ground.

Which left Y/N with the questionable knowledge that it was entirely possible that the demon had carried him out of the lair. The feelings somewhere in his chest area that bloomed at that realisation were a whole old new cans of worms Y/N firmly pushed to the side.

"Feeling better, Love?" Crowley asked and pushed himself off the wall.

Y/N startled and immediately cursed himself for it. Movement irritated the stab wound. He really needed to remember that.

It didn't go unnoticed by Crowley either. He was next to him in a heartbeat, hands pushing him back down into the mattress. It was a surprisingly gentle touch. "Hey, easy Y/N. Don't want you pulling the stitches right after Sam invested so much energy into them, would you?"

The dry statement had Y/N snorting which of course only led to more pain. "Shit, stop making me laugh."

"Well what should I rather be making you do?" Crowley stepped back, sarcasm deeply laced into the words. Y/N wasn't entirely sure if that wasn't just the way he spoke.

But his body language didn't match the tone. He was stepping back already, his fingers troubling his sleeve and his eyes jumping between Y/N's ribs and his face.

Almost like -

No, Crowley surely wasn't nervous.

But-

"Are you worried for me, Crowley?" Y/N asked incredulously.

Crowley scoffed and momentarily was able to look him in the eyes. "What do ya think, love?"

Two times in a row. Two times Crowley now had used that endearment - no that nickname, endearments were for people that were, y'know dear to him - for him.

That didn't stop Y/N's palms from getting sweaty and his mind from producing rosy day dreams. Who knew, maybe Crowley actually did mean it like he hoped he was.

That thought process alone threw him enough off balance to blurt out what ran through his mind. "Wait, you do?"

"I think I'm in love with you, Y/N, of course I care about you," Crowley stated as if that was the most normal thing in the world. The only clue for his supposed inner turmoil was the fact that he still wasn't looking at Y/N's face and rather a point over his shoulder, "Now would you do me a favour and stop fidgeting around so your stitches stay where they are?"

Out of sheer self preservation he did. Or maybe that was just the shock. Y/N was pretty sure that his jaw might have met his blanket intimately now.

Nope. He was hallucinating. That had to be it. Dean gave him some of the good pain medication, that was for sure.

"You're not looking very smart right now," Crowley pointed out though Y/N didn't know how he could tell as he was still not looking at him.

For some reason that sold it for him. This was real and Y/N would be chopping his head off if Crowley was playing power games right now. "Did you just say that you're in love with me?!"

"Based on your reaction that's not what you wanted to hear so no, I said that I think," Crowley emphasised the word especially which was just ridiculous, "that I'm in love with you."

And because Y/N was just about as emotionally constipated as the hunters he was living with, he didn't confess his own undying (and embarrassing) love and instead huffed annoyed. "And how am I supposed to understand that?"

"My God can you be irritating," Crowley groaned and drew his hand over his face.

Oh yeah? Well how about that?

With a force Crowley didn't expect and Y/N bitterly regretted, he yanked the demon down by his tie and into a kiss. His stitches were burning up from the strain he put them through but the squeak Crowley let out was worth it.

Y/N pushed just about every ounce of hope and anger into the kiss and worked his way to Crowley actually returning it. It was a moment of struggle and the dawning feeling that Y/N just made a horrible horrible mistake but eventually his lips relaxed and he started moving them against Y/N's. A heartbeat later, there was a hand on his neck, gently tilting his head for better access.

"I think I'm in love with you too," Y/N said once they broke the kiss for some air.

Crowley raised his eyebrows. "Oh, do you now?"

"Don't be smart with me mister, I saw how nervous you were." Y/N grinned confidently leaned back into the pillows.

Y/N was pretty sure that Crowley would have slapped his shoulder now if he hadn't been injured. But he was so Crowley had to resort to exasperated glaring.

This was going to be fun.

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