#so for him to just be able to vent out that frustration and pain- even if it was just to destroy a ray

[youandiwerealive]

Heaven is bulletproof [rd]

Author’s note: dad!Rúben makes me feel SICK, I need to have his babies 😩 thank you to the anon who requested this, I hope you enjoy it! Mwah mwah

(Also I woke up a bit ago and proofread this in a rush, so there might be typos)

Wc: 3123 - English is not my first language! Feedback is always appreciated

Rúben has been tired. Even more than just “tired”, he has been exhausted, lately. He was used to having his days filled with practice and recovery sessions, but he was not used to doing all that and having to come home to a very pregnant wife, who could barely walk through the house sometimes - the swollen feet and the back pain being unbearable most of the days. Being eight months pregnant was really taking a tool on you.

On top of all that, he still had to deal with the hormones and the mood swings. God, Rúben had already lost count to the crazy amount of times that he came home to a crying wife. He would get so worried, asking you what happened while seeing you crazily sob about something that must have really upset you.

“We didn’t ate this banana yesterday and now it’s rotten” - you would innocently cry your eyes out, feeling so emotional, irrationally feeling sorry for the poor banana that was going to waste.

Rúben would sigh at your reactions - not because he was done with them, but mainly because of how exhausted he feels. It’s clearly not your fault, he knows it. He’s so grateful that your body is going through so much to prepare your baby to this crazy world. But he just wishes that things could be a little easier now.

His routine has been mental. He can’t barely sleep an entire night anymore, due to you constantly waking up and moving around in bed, not being able to find a position to sleep in without feeling pain. He wakes up feeling tired already, makes you breakfast, gets ready to go to the training center, comes back, does all the domestic chores and everything you need. It’s just too much. He’s been managing to deal with it, but he can’t deny that this chaotic routine really is destroying him - both physical and mentally.

If the man can’t have any rest, how can he play at the same level that he used to? Right, he can’t.

His performance has been getting worse, he couldn’t focus on the game, his tackles got sloppier, he couldn’t do anything straight on the pitch. He knew it, Pep knew it, you knew it. Pep would now put him in the bench in most of the games, and just that fact alone makes Rúben fully frustrated.

He’s been trying to keep it cool, to stay calm and collected, but his mind has been driving him crazy, he would always feel anxious lately and his bad mood was present at all times.

When he was around you, he tried his best not to disturb your peace, but he feels like he needs to vent - to talk to somebody about the huge turn that his reality took in just a couple of weeks. He reaches to his team mate and also one of his best friends, Bernardo - him being a father as well. He could try and talk to you, but you probably would just feel guilty about it and cry in response.

He spoke to Bernardo about how tiring this last month has been to him, how he wished he could just stop the world for a second so he could have a break - but he can’t. Everything is his responsibility now, and on top of that, he’s been getting a lot of hate lately from the fans, due to his lack of performance. People claim that he’s been showing “no professionalism” lately, and that makes him sick.

Bernardo advised your husband to talk to you about how he felt more often. You are tired and scared, but Rúben is too.

You started noticing changes in his behaviour - he doesn’t seemed so happy about this baby anymore. He would still help you with everything you needed, but now he had an attitude and a temper that would silently make you cry when he wasn’t home.

So, you decided to talk to him about it. He arrived home from his game, you assumed that he would come back in a good mood, since they won. Rúben played the second half, making an okay performance - definitely not the worst you’ve been of him this season.

Still, he came home with his face scrunched up in a worried expression - the only one that paints his face regularly now. He gets near you on the couch, kisses your head and gently touches your belly. It’s been like this for the last weeks. He doesn’t talk much, doesn’t give you as much affection as he would before. He leaves you in the living room, and goes to the kitchen - probably to start making dinner for you two.

You try your best to get up from your seat, even with the crazy amount of pain that you’ve been feeling lately, and follow him to the kitchen.

“I think we need to talk” - you blurted out to him. He looks up at you with his eyebrows lifted up, signalling you to continue speaking.

You take a deep breath and try to calm your anxiety and shaky hands, feeling like you could cry just by the thoughts that are going through your brain now - fuck you hormones.

“Uhm, I’ve been noticing that you’ve been a bit different with me and…” - you try to speak but your voice is already trembling.

“… and I just want you to be honest. If you don’t want me anymore, I can leave” - you try your best for your words to sound clear.

“What?” - Rúben asks with his face totally scrunched up in confusion.

“Leaving? What are you taking about?” - he sounds completely surprised now.

“Well, you’ve been acting weird, doing things with an attitude. You’re not as loving as you used to be and it changed very quickly. I don’t know what happened but I’m just begging you to be honest with me” - you’re fully crying now, hating yourself for being so emotional, but you really can’t stop this feeling in your chest that tells you that you might lose the love of your life at anytime now.

His heart breaks at the sight in front of him. Despite all the times when he tried so hard to not annoy you with his problems, he ended up doing worse: made you feel like he doesn’t love you anymore, doesn’t want you anymore. He reaches out to hug you tightly, engulfing you in his arms - the only place you can call ‘home’.

“I’m so sorry, babe” - he says, his voice with a hint of pain and shaking a bit too, now. He kisses your head and caresses your hair as you try to calm yourself down.

“What’s going on? Please, just tell me” - you beg him, as you clean the tears from your face.

He sighs, as he directs you sit on the sofa again, wanting you to be comfortable.

“I have just been really tired lately” - he admits as you two sit down.

“Is that what’s causing your attitude? Is it because you haven’t been getting much sleep? Is it because I move too much-“ - he tries to stop your rambling.

“Amor, I think it’s the fact that everything is happening at the same time. It’s you, the baby, the training, the actual games, the house chores, the lack of sleep, the constant hate comments on social media now… it’s like all eyes are on me, now. I have a thousand things to do by the hour, it’s just getting too much” - he explains softly, allowing some tears to run down his face now, something that rarely happens.

Just like he thought, you are feeling guilty about it, he can see it in your face. He caresses your back softly, trying to get rid of the pain there and the guilt that’s now pooling in your head.

“Why didn’t you talked to me before? Before things got this out of hand” - you asked.

“I didn’t wanted to disturb you. You are almost 9 months pregnant now, preparing yourself to bring our baby into this world. I didn’t wanted to upset you by talking about how tired I am, when I know for sure that you’re feeling a thousand times worse than me” - he continues caressing your body, lovingly looking you in the eyes.

“Still, Rúben. You should’ve come to me. I know I can’t help that much right now, but we would’ve found a solution. Like the house chores thing, we could hire someone to come here and do all the cleaning for us. That would help a bit already. And you really need to rest, so I can sleep on the guest room for a night or two, I don’t mind. That way you might actually have a full night of sleep” - your mind rushes to try and solve all the problems he listed earlier.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do that. I don’t want you to move to another room, there’s no need for you to sleep alone. What if you need something?” - his “always worried and protective” veneer now showing.

“If I need something, I scream until you wake up and hear me. If I don’t need anything, at least you sleep the entire night, without having to constantly wake up because of me always moving around” - you give him a reassuring smile, while holding his hand in yours now.

“Thank you. You’re right, I should’ve talked to you earlier, but I guess I was embarrassed. Didn’t wanted you to think that I was complaining about being more tired than you - the actual pregnant one, and I ended up fucking it up more. Did you really thought I didn’t wanted you and or baby anymore?” - he almost flinches at the words that came out of his mouth.

“Well, I didn’t knew what to think. Everything was okay and in this last month and a half I believe, everything got so different. I thought you didn’t liked the idea of us having a baby anymore” - you confessed with a sad tone.

“Babe, there’s nothing that I want more in this life than to have our baby with us. I want to hold him, while kissing you and tell you both how much I love you. You are my life, my family, Y/N. And if it’s not the two of us, it doesn’t make sense” - he gives you a loving kiss on the lips.

“We are each other’s home, remember? We are the other’s safe place. Don’t be afraid to open up for me, babe. I’m always by your side” - you tell him before you two kiss again.

Rúben complied to the solutions you’ve found. A nice and gentle lady comes by everyday to clean and organise the house, and Rúben has been spending some nights on the guest room - earning his well deserved rest. His mood started to get better, him feeling a little lighter. His performance on the pitch got better as well, and the hateful comments subside.

One day, when he was doing a recovery session after a game, his phone started ringing and he immediately picked up as he saw it was you calling.

“Hey babe, is everything alright?” - he asked.

“Rúben, you have to come home right now” - you manage to say, already in pain.

“Why, what happened?” - his voice already sounding worried.

“My waters just broke” - that’s all he needs to hear before he’s running around, gathering his belongings and explaining to the club staff that he needs to leave, that he’s going to be a father.

Rúben rushed to get home, and he saw you curled up in a lot of pain, accompanied by the cleaning lady who didn’t left your side until Rúben arrived.

He thanked the lady for helping you and he gets you in the car as he crazily drives to the hospital.

Once you’re there, everything is happening so fast, it’s like your minds can’t keep track of what’s going on. And it’s when you have to start pushing, that your mind gets tied in a knot, and you can’t react. You do a few light pushes, but the pain is unbearable, and you start doubting your ability to get your baby out.

“This is too much, I can’t. It hurts too much” - you say as you start crying, feeling weak and frustrated.

Rúben is right by your side and he holds your hand tightly.

“Amor, please look at me. You can do this, I’m right here with you, we’re in this together, remember? We’re bulletproof together baby, you’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met, you got this babe” - he motivates you until you start pushing again.

The pain is the only thing you can think about right now, and everything sounds muffled to you. Your ears catch Rúben’s praises as you push harder and harder, just wanting to hold your baby now.

“That’s it amor, you got this”, “you’re doing great love, we’re almost there”, “you’re so strong amor, our baby is almost here with us, just push a little more”

When it’s over, and you finally hear your baby crying, you burst into a crying mess too. Rúben is speechless at what just happened, kissing your head non-stop and looking at your baby while the nurses get her cleaned up.

It’s a girl. Matilde. Means “mighty in battle”, and she really made you two fight everything and everyone to keep sane in the last couple of months. She is the reason of everything now, you’re living a full circle moment when it all makes sense.

“You’re so strong, baby, I am so proud of you” - Rúben whispers in your ear, himself getting emotional now too.

You hold your baby for the first time and you two immediately start crying at the sight of her. So tiny, so adorable, so harmless and unaware of all the reality surrounding her. She doesn’t know how loved she is yet, she doesn’t know that she came to unite her mom and dad even more - if that was even possible.

After a while, you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, your body aching and tired from the labour. Rúben relaxes you, telling you to sleep without a care in the world, while he looks out for your daughter.

Rúben takes his shirt off, wanting to feel the skin to skin contact with his baby. He holds her gently and incredibly near his chest. He doesn’t want to put her in her crib, feeling completely drunk off her daughter, her smell, her touch, the new feeling that he now has in his chest. He’s holding his entire world in his arms right now, nothing matters anymore.

He gives her little kisses on her forehead and admires her features. The little hair that she has on her head, her little pointy nose just like her father’s and her big brown eyes. The baby looks attentively at Rúben as well, like she’s studying him too.

“Hey amor, it’s your dad” - he smiles at her, introducing himself.

“You’re so beautiful, even more than I could have ever dreamed” - he gently caresses her cheek with his index finger, making the baby smile.

Rúben can’t stop the tears from flowing slowly down his face. He’s in awe with his baby, looking so precious and perfect in his embrace.

“Mom and dad love you so much already, you have no idea” - he starts explaining to the newborn. “These last two months where a bit hard on us, you gave mommy a lot of work and pain, but it’s all worth it now” - he kisses her one more time, unable to stop himself.

“You were so desired, amor. We dreamed about having you for so many times. When your mommy was asleep, I would always hold myself as close as I could to her belly, where you were, so I could feel you moving next to me. I would always imagine how you would look, how would your personality be like. I would cry myself to sleep sometimes, anxious to meet you, doubting if I was going to be a good father to you.

And I promise you now, Matilde, I am going to give you this world and more. But listen, I am not going to spoil you with the newest iPhone, because I want you to value the greatest things in life. I am going to take you on adventures, I am going to show you new countries, other cultures, different realities. I’m teaching you everything I know about respect, loyalty, discipline and kindness. I’m going to play princesses with you, take you to football games of course, teach you how to play the guitar - like I learned a few years ago when we were on lockdown because of this boring virus. Anyway, that’s a story for later.

I promise I’ll always be your best friend, meu amor. I am going to teach you portuguese so we can gossip without your mommy to understand a word” - he laughs quietly at how silly he sounds.

“And you can talk to me about everything. And I mean everything, Matilde. You can talk to me about your friends, your insecurities, your fears, your mistakes. I don’t want you to be like those kids nowadays, that keep things hidden from their parents. I am here to help you and protect you, baby, it’s my life mission now. You can even talk to me about boys - but you better know that you’re only allowed to date when you’re 40 years old” - he smiles at the baby who looks at him like she’s understanding every single word he’s telling her.

“You’re my world, meu amor. I love you more than life, and I’ll never stop proving it to you” - he kisses her once again as she now grips his finger with her entire hand, looking incredibly small next to Rúben’s.

His world stopped. He doesn’t hear any sound except her baby’s, he doesn’t see anyone else beside her and her mom. He finally has his family reunited like he dreamed for so many times. And now, he doesn’t care about sleeping, he doesn’t care about mean comments. He doesn’t care about anything else.

What truly matters is being strongly held in his arms now, and that strong feeling in his chest will never fade away. Nothing can tear you down when you three are together, and Rúben is just now realising that heaven truly is bulletproof.

#ruben dias #ruben dias x you #ruben dias oneshot #dad!ruben #ruben dias fanfiction #ruben dias fic #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #thoughts about football players #football imagines #football fanfic

[mur4sak1]

How would elves behave during an argument?

A/N: Remember that English is not my first language so I hope I wrote in the best way <3

Characters: Rog, Galdor, Glorfindel, Maedhros, Legolas (bonus)

Rog: guys, this elf would be really scary. Contrary to what you might think, he would lose his temper very easily; he works all day in the darkness of the forges and when he leaves he just wants to have a good rest, so further stress from an argument would drive him out of his mind. He's the typical person who screams without thinking twice and says things he doesn't mean in anger. His way would destroy you every time, making you burst into tears from how bad he made you feel... but as soon as he saw a small tear running down your face he fell silent, forgetting everything that was happening; Was it him who made you like this? He was making the only person who loved him and who had always supported him in his darkest moments cry. He would stay still for some time, with a thousand thoughts in his head when a louder sob from you would bring him back to reality. He would apologize to you but he would do it without meeting your gaze, he is suffering too much for what he did and he wouldn't have the courage to see your destroyed expression. But you knew that he loves you more than anything after all. With difficulty you would get up and hug him as tight as possible, telling him that everything was fine, that you knew he didn't think those things and that you loved him... You couldn't see his face, but a tear fell from his eyes.

Galdor: NOW LET'S ALL GIVE A HUG TO THIS WONDERFUL ELF TOGETHER. He would always try to find a solution peacefully, without discussions and the need to argue, but if this happens you should not fear anything from him. He would NEVER scream, he would NEVER raise his voice, he would NEVER say anything mean to you just to hurt you or win the argument. I mean, it would be fantastic. Maybe due to particular circumstances you would have become so upset that you felt angry against the elf, but in any case he would have spoken to you in a calm and reasonable tone, making you understand that you didn't need to react that way. If the pain brought you to tears, he would hug you and console you like a defenseless child, helping you and trying to get you to vent so that he could fully understand what was troubling you so as to avoid misunderstandings. Galdor would have been able to understand and love you more than anyone else, always.

Glorfindel: It was rare to argue with the blond elf, but sometimes it happened and the situation became quite lively. Glorfindel always tried to keep his problems to himself and not involve others because he was convinced that difficult moments should only be faced with those you love. Furthermore, he certainly wanted to avoid all that useless gossip that many elves had on any topic that might attract their curiosity. Although his character was often extroverted and playful even in the saddest situations for this reason, when he argued with you it wasn't uncommon to hear shouts and snorts coming from your rooms. They would not be screams that expressed malice, but screams that asked to be listened to; it was natural for him to raise his voice when he wasn't listened to and in that way he expressed all his frustration and the pain that the discussion with you was bringing him. He always acted for your good and feeling attacked made him suffer, he wondered what he was doing wrong, what more did you want from him. But the intense mix of emotions inside him prevented him from acting rationally, forgetting how to express them and focusing only on everything you said. After a long time arguing like this you would have reached the point of being exhausted and progressively raising your voice would have left you breathless. You would stop to breathe for a fraction of seconds, with the certainty that everything would soon start again. But after rubbing your eyes, you looked at your elf's face and saw in him all the pain that he was trying to say to you through his tone of voice; his fists were clodes, his head was bowed, his forehead shiny with sweat and a few blond hairs stuck to it. In an instant you understood everything... You breathed a heavy sigh and quickly approached him to hug him, starting to beg him to forgive you and sobbing heavily between one apology and another... Caught off guard, after a few seconds he relaxed his arms and reciprocated the hug. Finally he let himself go to his feelings; he rested his head on your head and the wet of sweat combined with the wetness of a few tears. So he was able to express everything he felt and only at that point would you be able to clarify and return to being happy and in love as always "I just want to always be perfect for you".

Maedhros: I'm sure fights with the red-head would be very peaceful. Having grown up in a large family and in the role of an older brother, he had developed a lot of patience thanks to which he could easily handle any type of conflict with you. Contrary to what many might think, after Angbad Mae would not have vented the pain on you with shouts and insults, but quite the opposite. After the terrible torture he suffered, the only thing he wanted was to feel accepted and in you he found his salvation; in all the darkest moments where his mind couldn't differentiate reality from dreams you were there by his side to help him, without ever making him feel wrong and making him understand how strong he was to have overcome such a trauma. For this reason, he would feel like a terrible elf during arguments. He only wanted to offer you the support that you represented to him every day but instead he felt more like a burden to you. This would make him cry a lot, but in silence and alone, because he feared that with every little clash you would abandon him. He just needed time, time to understand that you would never, ever abandon him; you always told him that you loved him more than anyone else and that he needed your support to be able to return to the sweet, confident elf he once was, and you would do anything to help him. Needless to say, every time the arguments were resolved without even face them... there was too much love that bound your hearts to ruin it for superficial reasons.

BONUS. Legolas: So, I honestly see Legolas as the kind of elf who would be capable of walking away during an argument. Perhaps due to stress, lack of patience or lack of desire for confrontation, he could stop the conversation, pick up and leave the place where you were. But in reality his behavior would be the solution to the problem. In fact, the much anger that you had accumulated would have faded with distance and the passage of time and would have made both of you understand how much you cared for each other. Solitude would have helped Legolas to think clearly about the problem and find a possible solution to make them both happy. When you met again you would have made peace, both apologizing for your abrupt ways and organizing something to spend the evening together.

#silmarillion #silmarillion headcanon #silmarillion x reader #tolkien #maedhros #maedhros x reader #glorfindel x reader #glorfindel #galdor x reader #galdor #rog #rog x reader #legolas #legolas x reader #lord of the rings #the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #lotr x reader

[animeyanderelover]

Second may I request Tobirama nfsw hcs

Tags: @shumidehiro @naeho @swagenemyartisan

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, obsession, possessive behavior, Nsfw, choking, overstimulation, breeding, afab reader

Nsfw Hc’s

🌊Tobirama is a man who values the traditions passed down in his clan for generations and that also includes the manners appropriate at that time when it comes to anything sexual. It is surely for someone amusing to consider the fact that this man is a virgin despite his huge achievements. Tobirama truly holds his traditions dear though and only plans to have sex with his spouse. Whilst he is still a man with needs, he has a case of being workaholic so his focus is often only pinned on his work. He isn’t one to get tempted by desire that easily and it is mainly his darling that eventually causes his thoughts to shift. Obviously not in an instant way but in a more gradual one where he slowly starts appreciating you for your personality traits as well as your body. He never mentions anything about it though as he remains a strict and respectful man who refuses to ogle at you like some perverted creep. Even with his own body slowly being more sensitive and reactive when in close proximity to you, Tobirama is adamant to save everything for marriage.

🌊He keeps the tradition alive until the bitter end, until both of you have given your vows. There have been some passionate moments before this moment but even then he has never allowed it to escalate into anything more than rough kisses and experimental touches. There is definitely some sexual frustration that has accumulated inside of him over all the time he had to wait though and all of that will be unloaded on the wedding night. It is going to be rougher for you at the beginning as there is some uncomfortable pain that accompanies the pleasure. Even if Tobirama has been considerate to prep you until he has deemed it to be enough, he can’t help but be on a more aggressive side as he pounds into you. Give him a few rounds, endure it for a while until he has calmed down. Even if you’re by that point already trembling, all of your senses and nerves overstimulated as you have come on his cock multiple times. Because now he starts getting softer with low words of praise, warm kisses and hands appreciatively roaming around on your body as he starts slapping his hips against your own once again in a slow pace.

🌊Everything that isn’t part of his body or yours doesn’t belong in the bedroom when he’s making love to you. Tobirama is wildly vanilla and not very open nor accepting of anything that dabbles into the more kinky side and he has especially something against tools. A part of this mindset really stems from the way he was raised in the Senju clan. Another part of him views any tools you may even dare to suggest as an insult. Such things are in his eyes not only a hindrance but steal away the intimacy such experiences are supposed to have. You only have to focus on one thing when he is slamming his hard and thick length in you and that is him and he only has to focus on you when your sensitive walls flutter around him. He should be enough to pleasure you. Are you trying to suggest that he isn’t satisfying you enough? You won’t even be able to get any sex toys in the house but you definitely get one long and rough session with Tobirama who will gladly fuck your brain out if it helps you to realize that there isn’t any need for any other objects. Don’t you ever dare again to mention sex toys again in his presence.

🌊He makes an attempt to never do it too often but Tobirama can’t deny that sometimes it just feels incredible to vent his frustration and stress out by having sex with you. Everything is wiped from his memory besides the pleasure he receives in the moment and all tension melts away when he reaches his own orgasm. He knows that the problems won’t be solved by simply railing you into the sheets but for his own sanity, he sometimes can’t help himself. Everything about the sex life between you two is kept within your own house though as he would only view it as very inappropriate to share such sacred moments with anyone else. That means that he also doesn’t appreciate if you give him any hickies or scratches on places that he can’t cover up and he applies the same principle to you. If he ever catches any leftover from a previous night, he always sees it through that you wear clothes that hide it.

🌊Whilst Tobirama despises any toys and most kinks, he has a thing for choking you. It is almost an eye-rolling experience when you feel his calloused and rough hands wrapping themselves around your warm neck whilst he is mercilessly thrusting his thick member in and out of your slick hole. The Second Hokage definitely asserts his dominance over you during such heated moments. Either by choking you or by grabbing both of your wrists in one hand and pinning them above your head, preventing you from touching him. Needless to say, he is always the one in control even during sex as his controlling side even extends there. He is unable to ever imagine himself playing the part of the submissive partner in his married life with you. It once again connects to his traditional upbringing in the Senju clan as well as the way he thinks he has to behave as a warrior as well as the Second Hokage. Complain about it as much as you will, he knows you’ll forget about it once he hits all the right spots inside of you.

🌊He isn’t very vocal for a big part as the only sounds you ever hear him make are the occasional grunt and groan when the tightening of your walls sparks the pleasure building up inside of him more and more. Normally it always starts on a rougher side where he gradually mellows out after a few rounds and starts being more affectionate and nice. His aftercare is quite good too because he is aware that he goes rough on you and that he forces a lot out of you so he always makes sure to hydrate and clean you thoroughly up after he has left you as a sticky mess. He isn’t interested in any kids for the first few years of the relationship as his priorities are currently elsewhere but he knows that as a part of the Senju Clan and especially as someone with his position, the topic will be unavoidable. He likes to be fully prepared for this future scenario and he discusses it with you too to have you prepared for it too. Until that time arrives though, he even allows you to consume anything that prevents you from getting pregnant.

#yandere naruto #yandere naruto shippuden #yandere tobirama #yandere tobirama senju

[cultofdixon]

Knowing Enough for Him

Rick Grimes [ROMANTIC] | Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • She/Her Pronouns • Mute!Reader | Daryl’s Little Sister!Reader • PART 2 to “Knowing Enough for Her” • Alexandria brought a lot out of the group. The good and the bad. Making their time there an eventful one. Little did you know something good would happen to you…even if the honeymoon feeling was cut short • ANGST/SFW/NSFW - implied sex • TW: Scars / Injuries / Canon Violence / Past Abuse / Trauma / Nightmares / Self Harm Scars / Abuse / PTSD

Requested by: Anon

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Daryl kept close to his sister the entire welcome into this community and because he’d have to translate for some of the people. Especially Deanna.

“Would you be willing to teach us? We have an ASL book in our library”

This place really has it all huh Y/N signs with her good hand to Daryl as he shrugs for the most part. She nods to Deanna’s asking as Deanna smiles warmly.

“Great! We can arrange such tomorrow but as for a job for you…we’ll still have to discuss such. We have a surgeon in our community that would be more than happy to take a look at that for you” Deanna refers to Y/N’s broken fingers from the time with the claimers watching her cover them with her other hand. She didn’t want to be reminded of them, even if there’s a reminder living on her.

Deanna took note that Daryl was protective of Y/N just from their interviews. No shit they are siblings. But she knew that if she messed with one, she was messing with the other…and worse.

“Where’s your sister go?” Rick asks Daryl about to enter their new residence when he noticed the archer skinning the possum he found outside the gates.

“Inside. She’s checking everything to make sure nothing surprises us”

“By herself?”

“You don’t want to see her when she’s in pain”

“She’s in pain?” Rick frowns thinking one of the Alexandrians must have hurt her further than what she has already endured.

“Yeah, but it’s her hand. We both know it’s bound to hurt. Just. The boss lady made her go get checked out by the doc…Y/N didn’t let me go with her, next thing yknow the doc popped one of her fingers back in place” Daryl rips the skin off tossing it on the railing to the house. “She’s scary when she’s in pain. Has been since…yeah. Anyway, if she tosses somethin’ at yea. I told you so”

Rick took what Daryl said with caution as he enters the house not finding Y/N immediately. He checked the place out himself finding some of the groups’ belongings in the living room and additional stuff provided by Alexandria for new comers. He half expected for Y/N to come out and smack him for the unexpected entrance but when he turned into the living room he saw her knelt down by the floor vent.

“Y/N, you feeling alright?” Rick frowns walking over to her seeing her give a thumbs up with her good hand. “Alright…then what are you doing?”

Y/N moved out of the way to reveal that the wooden panel can open along with the vent lid. In case they needed to hide anything and that’s when Rick knew he could trust her with his suspicions on this place.

The first couple nights everybody was settling into the one house just for the beginning. Daryl kept to the window next to the crib that was given to them for Judith watching Y/N check on her every now and then.

“I’m gonna sleep outside. In case of anythin’”

Take the sleeping bag from the closet, I’ll get the lantern I found in the garage Y/N took her time to sign such to her brother even if all she wanted to do was scream at how frustrating it was to not be able to use her other hand.

Daryl wasn’t going to argue with the others and frankly, Y/N wasn’t going to let them argue with him either. It’s a new community and they had their fair share of fucked ones that no one can blame him for wanting to keep watch outside.

As the Dixons were getting settled or more so Y/N helping Daryl get settled outside. Everyone else was getting settled in the living room and finally turning in for the night.

“You look cozy” Carol smiles stepping out of the house seeing Daryl lay out his sleeping bag while Y/N turned the lantern off for those starting to go to bed inside given they turned the lights off. “How long are you going to sleep outside?”

“Until I better understand this place” Daryl took out one of his homemade cigarettes and before he found his lighter, Y/N had lit hers the second she saw him take a cig out. “Thanks”

“Smart that you’re doing such. But what we really need is our guns back” Carol states right as Rick stepped out in a whole new/old look that part of him doesn’t really like anymore. “Well hello there officer”

You clean up nice Y/N smiles signing to Rick watching him nervously rub the back of his neck trying his best to contain his happiness when she said such.

“Thanks…” Rick almost forgot why he stepped out to begin with and cleared his throat to bring himself back. “Thinkin’ we can start sleeping in our own homes”

“I’ll be holding the Dixons or at least Y/N while her brother camps outside” Carol laughs quietly in mind for the other residences. “But we need to get our guns back”

“I agree”

It won’t be that difficult Y/N chimes in being met with confused expressions. Deanna gave me a job in the pantry. Firmly believes she thinks since I don’t talk that that job would be less communicative on my end. People come in. Check out stuff. Don’t really need me to talk back

“This will be easier than I thought”

It was Daryl’s idea to continue this plan outside the walls of Alexandria the next day. To avoid anyone overhearing what they are saying. Rick left the community with Y/N given she took care of Judith in the morning and part of him didn’t want to miss any moment.

“Y/N doesn’t have to risk her position in its entirety. All she has to do is leave the latch open to the window and I’ll go in and out” Carol starts with. “Then she can remove their existence in the record to avoid suspicions”

“They’ll instantly go after Y/N if shit goes south”

I can take care of myself, D

“I don’t care. They’re ignorant and it takes a while to learn sign. Hell…Deanna might even think you’re faking if anyone gets caught”

“I won’t let that happen” Rick interrupts resting a hand on Y/N’s shoulder reassuringly. “Promise”

Oh she can’t help the butterflies just from a small touch.

Y/N beams when he did such and reassured her of her safety, but she can take care of herself when it gets too far. Even might cross her own boundaries for such. She brought her hand to rest on top of his squeezing it before letting it slide off as she left first to go do the job she was asked to do.

The next day was the party and not everyone wanted to go. Daryl of course didn’t and when he brought it up to Y/N, he half expected her to try and convince him. Instead she remained silent.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to” Daryl frowns nudging Y/N for her attention as she brushes him off. “Y/N…what happened—-“

I’m late for my shift. I have to go Y/N signs before finishing tying her boots and heading straight to the pantry.

Something was off…Daryl at first thought it would’ve been because of the plan regarding the pantry. Then went to the uncertainty of Alexandria…before he even thought about delving into the more personal.

“Carol” Daryl quickly stops her before she got far from the house. “Yea ever run into Y/N check on her for me, alright?”

Her face instantly went from happy into worry when he said that. “Why? What happened?”

“I don’t know. She won’t talk to me just. If it’s anythin’ let me know” Daryl sighs going inside the house leaving Carol to ponder on such while he decided to investigate her room of anything.

Daryl jumps the gun when it comes to these moments but why was it happening now? The last time was when Merle died.

The pantry is almost always quiet even with two people, but that’s mainly because only Y/N’s group knows how to sign to her while the rest of the Alexandrians just talk at her. She was given a notepad from Deanna’s husband Reg after she told him about their new special resident.

Guess she doesn’t even want to try…at first

“Y/N, I’m going to go for a couple of hours to help some of the older folk then I’ll relieve yea” Olivia smiles watching her nod as she flips through one of the books she brought from the house they were given. “Just holler if you need any-….Uhm.” She caught herself and it wasn’t the first time Y/N’s heard that or let alone witness someone become awkward immediately. “Just. I’ll be back in a few”

Y/N watches Olivia leave the pantry and immediately went to open the latch to the window but more specifically break it apparently. These houses may have not been used but that doesn’t mean they don’t wear out. She didn’t mean to and knew if someone caught on that they would pin it to a new comer. But this meant they can come and go freely during the night.

“Hey, Y/N”

The poor Dixon flinched to the words before turning to be met with the sheriff’s worried expression.

“Sorry I didn’t…you alright?”

Just jumpy. I’m fine Y/N frowns tossing the latch to the window into the bin as Rick noticed her hand with the broken fingers were now just taped together instead of a splint. He’s a bit relieved that she’s healing finally after their encounter with the claimers. Did you need something? She signed after snapping to get his eyes back to hers.

“Right. Uhm. Are you going to this thing tonight?”

Still thinking about it

“Right…well, I hope you do. I would—-The group would really appreciate it. As much as some of us still don’t trust this place, others are tryin’…”

After years of not speaking you tend to read body language more than what an average person would do and Y/N could just tell he wants her there…even if it’s not together. Just. There. But something was constricting Y/N’s thoughts and the pain she’s been feeling wanted to strike her down.

“You don’t have to…I know your brother ain’t going and it’s okay if—-“

I’ll go, but I don’t want to be alone Y/N admits as that sparked a smile on Rick’s face taking it as an opportunity even if the man is out of practice.

“We can go together…Yeah. I mean. You me…and Judith…and Carl”

A quiet giggle escaped Y/N as she smiles up at Rick couldn’t help the butterfly feelings.

I will meet you at yours before the party

Rick nods with a smile before leaving. He felt like he won a million dollars but also could’ve been a bit less awkward about it.

The moment Olivia returns to the pantry she noticed Y/N examining a few things as she thought the worse at first but then noticed she written a list on her notepad.

“I can help you find something” Olivia smiles extending her hand for Y/N to give her the notepad.

It was still a few hours before the party and Y/N made her way back to the house carrying a few things that caught her brother’s attention but he knew Carol was inside and he thought she wouldn’t want to be stressed even further by his million of questions.

Even if Carol had plenty of her own but she didn’t question since Y/N entered already asking things of her own.

Mixing bowl?

“Yeah, a small one?”

Y/N nods setting the supplies she took down on the counter as Carol set the bowl down for her seeing the variety.

“You making a salve? What happened?”

Nothing that hasn’t already happened Y/N frowns putting a little bit of everything in the bowl, being handed a spoon shortly.

“You know you can trust me with whatever this is for right? Kind of already made you leave the window open risking your position, the least I can do is keep a secret”

It’s not a secret from Daryl, and won’t be to others once I go to the party. I just. I don’t like looking at it She frowns finishing mixing the salve together as she used to have something in the old world that helped with the inflammation and the itching pain…

“You want help?”

Y/N looks up with a bit of a pleading look.

Carol waited patiently with the salve on her bed as Y/N got dressed in something to make it easier for her friend to see. That thing to be seen was the huge scar on Y/N’s chest when she finally stepped out of the bathroom after putting a tank top on.

“Woah…” Carol suddenly blurts out as she realizes how off putting that could’ve been quickly apologizing after. “Sorry. I’ve..seen my scars just. Wow I have questions.”

It’s not new news that each Dixon child has their fair share of physical abuse by someone that should’ve protected them since the second they were born. But the running trend of when one sibling leaves the abuse goes on the next...just continued.

Only thing was when they lost their mother to a house fire, they almost lost Y/N in the process.

If one asked Merle, he always thought Y/N became mute because of that trauma. Being trapped in the fire under a fallen dresser that crushed her chest cavity is the reason for the scar. But Merle is only half right about her muteness. Screaming for a while to no one coming until the fire department came will always be the running nightmare.

But if one asked Daryl how he thinks Y/N became mute. He’s the right one. Mental trauma manifests differently in people who’ve experienced something traumatic. The fire was the start of Y/N Dixon’s downward spiral. Next of kin was the father, who has a criminal record. This leads to the next Merle, who also has a criminal record. Then left Daryl but he was also just a kid. So social services took Y/N after her accident and she didn’t go back to her brothers until she was twelve. That time apart lead her to close in on herself. She didn’t talk to anybody and that became normal. It frustrated Merle and confused Daryl but they both were just happy to have their sister back once Merle got some of his shit together to take care of both his younger siblings. Y/N used to either write to communicate with her brothers or be physical with the punching or pointing. It was actually Daryl that suggested and found an ASL book in the city library. Y/N was the smartest Dixon and taught herself pretty quickly that lead to her helping Daryl learn. It was like teaching a brick anything when teaching Merle but he learned enough, besides Daryl translates for her when she signed to anyone who didn’t know.

The scar on her chest though, will always remind her of how this all started. Her vocal cords were scarred but she hasn’t spoken since forever.

She doesn’t know if she still has a voice.

“You don’t have to go to the party, Y/N” Carol frowns a few minutes before the party as Y/N signs to her that she promised Deanna and that she was going with Rick and his family. She won’t be alone. Just uncomfortable given Deanna picked her outfit being a dress with a low enough cut to show her scar. Least she’s wearing a cardigan over it to close it over.

“You come find me if anything alright?” Daryl was last to chime in one more thing before Y/N headed over to Rick’s next door as he couldn’t help but worry about what others gotta say.

I will. You know I will Y/N gave him a smile while leaving to find Rick waiting at the end of the steps with Judith in hand. Someone’s excited she smiles instantly covering her chest with her cardigan as she made it to his level.

“Guess I am.” Rick smiles watching as Judith leaned toward Y/N wanting her to hold her. “Think she is to but not for the party”

Y/N instantly takes Judith into her embrace smiling even more when holding the little one. Judith instantly lays against her getting comfortable which lead to the two finally going to the party and right off this random women came up to them mainly to swoon over the baby but to also plant some seeds…or water them.

How old is your daughter?

You two make a lovely couple

She looks so much like you

You look fantastic for someone who’s had a baby

The little one is very lucky to have you two as parents

Your wife is gorgeous

Y/N couldn’t correct them, and Rick didn’t seem to want to. She couldn’t help the blush to form on her cheeks as she went to sit next to Maggie while still holding the baby. The time apart lead to Y/N watching Rick talk with one of the Alexandrians. More specifically Jessie with her son Sam with her who gave him a stamp.

“They seem to be hitting it off, but nothing compared to what I’ve been hearing about you and Rick” Maggie smiles elbowing Y/N watching her try and hide her blush. “What? You both aren’t correcting people and he hasn’t stopped smiling since he came here with you…what’s stopping you from doing anything?”

I don’t want to replace…anyone Y/N admits as she held Judith thinking about Lori and Maggie knew exactly what she meant.

“But life goes on…you’re allowed to be happy”

It’s not too soon…? She frowns at Maggie who was going to ease her concerns when the two heard Sasha lash out. Which felt more like a reality check.

The silence grew in the room as Sasha stood there anxiously that Y/N handed Judith off to Maggie before going to her friend and leaving the party with her. It didn’t resume right away, and some part of Y/N didn’t want to leave…but her priority was always to take care of her family.

It wasn’t until much later that Rick went to check on Y/N and ask about how Sasha was doing. He half expected her to be asleep and inside but Y/N sat on the porch swing in comfortable clothing smiling warmly when Rick approached her.

“Shouldn’t have left yea at the party”

What do you mean?

“I don’t know. Seemed like I gave yea Judith so I could talk to people…”

Judith is great company. I’m never complaining Y/N smiles scooting over for Rick to join her on the swing. Besides. I haven’t been feeling that great all day…Sasha was my out with that party and I stayed with her until she was well enough to get some sleep

“I didn’t…make you feel like you had to go right? You didn’t have to” He frowns feeling he stepped over a line of some sorts but she knew she was going to go regardless. The only thing that made it easier to go was going with him.

The retired sheriff relaxed when he felt her hand gently take his. Rick squeezes her hand bringing back that smile of his.

“Can I admit somethin’?” Rick asks watching her nod as he brought his entire self to turn toward her. “I…Uh…fucking hell…I don’t think I can ever live without yea”

It was subtle at first

The way he looks at her waiting for her to look at him and give him that beautiful smile of hers

How she’s perfect with Judith and caring to Carl

The power she had to her always amazed him

Especially her smarts to help not only her but their family

Y/N is perfect to him, and always has been even when reality takes them all down most days.

He couldn’t help but close the space between the two, pressing his lips firmly against hers. Half expecting her to pull away but Y/N held his shirt for a moment keeping the kiss intact before parting.

“I hope that wasn’t too far…even if there’s much more I wanna do”

The smile that graces her features after such leads to her standing from the porch swing extending her hand for him to take.

Don’t wake anyone Y/N smiles even more making him smile just as much before following her inside the house.

As the next morning came…Y/N stretches her body sighing as she turns to the other side of her bed finding a note but no sheriff.

Had to check on Judith and go on rounds. I’ll be back later darling - R &lt;3

The warm feeling in her chest grew as she held the note for a moment longer before getting dressed for the day.

The day led to a small crowd surrounding Rick in his enraged state over how blind the Alexandrians were. He was becoming too much and Y/N watched as Michonne drew closer and she stopped her quickly.

Let me

“If he hurts you, I’m taking over”

Deal Y/N frowns pushing past a few people and bringing herself closer to Rick who aimlessly waved his gun around.

Right before Rick could say anything more, he tensed to the hand resting on his shoulder as he turned to be met with Y/N’s beautiful E/C eyes. Her worried expression never faltered as she didn’t sign anything and he didn’t say a word. Something switched in him that when she held her hand out, he didn’t hesitate to hand over the gun and before he knew it. He was out cold. Y/N had done the same thing she did to Daryl when they first met and he was causing a ruckus. She pinched a nerve that knocked him out cold and pulled away letting Glenn and Michonne take care of the rest.

After being confronted by Michonne and Carol, Rick left the cell to go back to the house before the bonfire later that determines his residency in Alexandria. He stopped at the steps finding Y/N leaning against the railing.

“You’re mad aren’t you?”

No

Rick looks at her confused as he brought himself to stand beside her. Why not? He signs wanting this to be more private.

You did what you did for a reason. But what the Alexandrians don’t know is that there’s a much bigger threat than Rick Grimes who’s just trying to show that to them. Y/N frowns rubbing the back of her neck. Even if he did risk his position here

You knocked me out, didn’t you? Before it got worse

Yes, and before Michonne gave you a shiner She laughs sadly crossing her arms as Rick brought himself closer.

They might banish me

Going to have to go through me to enforce that and we both know what will happen if I’m crossed Y/N scoffs smacking his chest getting a smile out of him before leaving to talk to Maggie about the bonfire.

She’s sure of it.

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #Daryl PLATONIC #time uh doesnt exist in twd #cuz i cant remember time skips between the party to rick's outburst #rick grimes fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfiction

[stormyweaver]

Birthday Blues || H/azbin H/otel, V/ox

Did you really think I'd be able to stay away for long? HAH. Anyway this is lowkey a kind of 'it makes me feel better' drabble thingie. So anyway yes, hopefully ya' like it! Also yes Pap/ermint is the name of Vox's assistant and I feel like this is a horrible error to be occurring but lol

Vox sniffled - a pathetically plugged, bunged up sound that crackled with static - before promptly blowing his vents clear. Well, as clear as they could get all things considered. He was so sufficiently blocked up, congested to the point that he could barely speak without sounding like someone had surrounded his audio processing units with cotton. It was almost painful, but for the moment it mainly bordered on uncomfortable and infuriatingly inconvenient. “Haaaappy Birthdaaaay to youuuu~!!!”

His left eye twitched as he heard the sounds of a kazoos and party poppers going off. Gaze flitting back to the screen he’d been watching previously, it narrowed as the scene lay out before him: multiple of his associates gathered in the lunchroom, surrounding a table where behind the crowding bodies, an elder demon sat at the very edge. There was a cake in front of her - nothing extravagant, likely home-made judging from the mis-matched candles and frankly shoddy frosting flowers. Everyone was all smiles, including the sinner's gummy, wrinkled lips. Vox’s own upper lip curled slightly. An office birthday party. How… ghastly.

He’d gotten the request months in advance from Papermint, who seemed to be quaking more than usual when presenting it to Vox. Technically he would have been within his rights to deny the extension on their lunches, but… he’d been busy at the time, and it didn’t raise any real concerns so he’d signed just to get the other back to working on IMPORTANT matters. 

Now, he was sorely regretting not filing it into the trash bin. … Okay, not really. It was a birthday party - who didn’t like birthdays? It was one of the few moments where those in Hell could actually forget about the fact that they were actually damned for all eternity. A chance to celebrate something. Vox had even attended a few gatherings himself, in the past. Back when…

Nope. Not opening that can of fucking worms. Not any time soon.

A round of clapping brought Vox’s waning attention back up towards the screen, and his left eye began to dilate as he spotted a familiar face on the monitor. Velvette!? Seriously? Why would SHE even want to be seen with such lowly… wait, that was her employee, wasn’t it? One of her tailors. A bloody fantastic one, to use her own phrasing. He thought she didn’t like old people, though. Fossils, or something along those lines. But - he supposed there was no bias to be had when it came to doing a good job.

It made sense, and softened the feeling of betrayal just a smidge. Still didn’t stop his temple from throbbing in irritation, though.

Sniffling again, Vox plucked a tissue from the side of his desk and tended to a leaking vent. It wasn’t like he’d even wanted to attend their little bitch-ass party anyway. He had better things to do. Not like he’d been told to attend in the request. Tch. Stupid underlings… stupid fucking granny tailor… stupid… STUPID... … He needed a smoke. The cigarette was dangling from his lips, thumb barely brushing against the tip when Vox’s breath caught. “Hhh… f-huuugck– hHHRRZZSCHHH’HUE!!” The sneeze was harsh, jerking Vox forward as his razor sharp teeth snapped the cigarette in half. Spatting out the remaining piece, he clutched the side of his head as his shoulders shakily rose and fell. “Ahh- hahh..! hHZNGT’SHUE! Hh’IZZSCHh! hhheh’Ī̧̠͂̚Ȋ̡̧͇̙̟̦̗̣͚̫̜͙̲͔̞̩̜̻̙͉̻̻̉̎̔͗̌̓̒ͦͤ̔̀͂͘͘̕͘͠Ž̖́͋̕͠Z̶̢̢̯̟̬͉̞̩̬͈̰̭̀̂͊ͯ̓ͣ̐͑͊ͭ̊͂͑͛̏͘S̠̺Hhiew!!”

Fuck’s sake. Fuck’s SAKE. 

Growling in frustration, Vox tossed the rest of the packet into his drawer, then thrust his upper half onto the desk in a huff.  Fuck birthday parties. And fuck being sick.

#greywrites; #tag: one helluva time #hmmm maybe i'll change the tag later but for now i'm gonna go through and start tagging all my HH fanfic that way #bc it's fuuuun to have things organiiiized #snz #snzblr

[paper-gold-theories]

pediatrician! Flug has relations with Miss heed due to managing to convince her to come down to the medical wing and spend some time with the kids so they can met with their idol and spend some time with her or just to make them feel better while in recovery

Heed agrees to this since it increases her popularity and makes her seem more likeable to the public

In the Pediatrician!Flug AU, Flug never went to Black Hat Institution to study evil science and instead follows his parents wishes to study at a science school run by P.E.A.C.E.

However, he decides not to build any of his inventions for P.E.A.C.E. because he does not completely trust the organisation not to screw him over and doesn't agree with everything that they do, so he decides to take up courses that he enjoys in the school but at the same time won't show his inventive genius.

Additionally, Flug also secretly sells his inventions on the Black Web to persue his passion for evil science and inventing. He is also extremely paranoid that he will be found out, so he only sells his inventions to people he has done a background check and sents a robot with a video call function he built when they have to do a face to face interactions.

He accepts payment in money or difficult to find materials for his inventions or in most cases airplanes. That's how he got the nickname on the Black Web as the mysterious Mr. Plane.

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In this AU Miss Heed, was a evil science student at Black Hat Institution, since she never met Flug to steal his thesis and helped her become second best in class, she had no reason to stay in a class she was not good at, so she dropped out immediately afterwards to join P.E.A.C.E. to become hero after she saw how popular it can make her after seeing GoldHeart in magazines, news, tv ect and aldo developed an obsessive one sided parasocial relationship for him.

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Flug met Miss Heed when they were both 17 when while was an intern at P.E.A.C.E. facility where Miss Heed was trying to get her powers.

Flug was incharge of monitoring and compiling reports the patients conditions and ensuring that they take their medication and proper dosage of P.E.A.C.E. formula. And one of the patients he assigned to was Miss Heed.

Through their visits and conversations Flug and Miss Heed struck a friendship bonding because they were both weirdos and their personalities click together well.

Flug became a source of comfort and for someone to talk to and vent out her promblems and frustrations as she looks forward to his visits everyday in between her life threatening experiments and medical procedures.

It hurt for Flug to see his friend in pain and he asked her why does she go through so much to get her powers even though it's hurting her and killing her.

Heed replied that she sees it as "progress to becoming a popular hero" and the world will finally see how special she is once she gets her powers.

Flug relates to her as he also wants to be seen through his genius and inventions. But he disagrees with her hurting herself to get what she wants and kept suggesting to her maybe she do something else to achieve her goals, but she ignores him and even got into a heated argument one time because of that.

Flug realised that there was no way to change her mind and instead tried his best to ensure that she gets the best food for her health and tries his best to file in her reports in a way to so that scientists and doctors don't make the procedures and training too strenuous on her mind, body, and psychological state.

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One day Miss Heed was able to get her powers but was extremely disappointed, when her powers are only just to be able to evaporate liquids in small amounts despite everything she went through.

She demended the scientists there to give better powers but they said that her body is uncopatible with the other serums and that giving it to her will just do her more harm than good.

She started crying that she will never be a popular and beloved hero with such useless powers.

(She didn't have Flug's thesis to manipulate people's emotions in this AU and so she didn't insist to the scientists that her powers extremely useful to be used on Villains)

Flug genuinely felt sorry for her, after seeing everthing she went through, also hearing how difficult it is for heroes without strong super powers to get ahead so he decided to take a risk and help her...

Flug thought long and hard what is the best and most compatible invention he has that can be used with Cecilia's powers.

He didn't have one, but he can invent one based on a thesis he had on manipulating people's emotions he worked on a long time ago, but lost interest in it.

Flug presented Cecilia the next day with several different coloured liquid formulas in sealed flasks based on his thesis, to hide his secret as an inventor, he says that scientists handed it to him to be given to her so that she can use with her vaporisation powers.

He explains each of these formulas, once applied on someone can make the person feel different emotions such as anger, sadness, guilt, love, fear, and hatred. So for example she can use the fear formula to make Villains afraid in a confrontation or use guilt to get a confession out of them, and make them angry causing them to act irrationally in fight. But the effects of the formula are only temporary so its important to keep the subject at a constant state of emotion.

Miss Heed perked up when Flug said the word love and didn't hear much of what Flug said afterwards.

She asked him if the formula can make people fall in love with her.

Flug says that the formulas makes people feel the emotion in general but not toward a specific person, but it can be modified to do that if her seretonin from her body is added to the formula.

Miss Heed immediately grabs Flug by the collar asking him to request the scientist who created this to do that making up an excuse that it csn help her fight villains better.

Flug said that he will need to extract the seretonin from the cerebellum and "give it to the scientist" but he refused to do so beliving she has gone through enough medical procedures.

Plus he didn't like the crazed look in her eyes.

But Miss Heed was persistent and literally begged Flug while crying that this is the only way for her to be a real hero.

Flug caved in and agreed she immediately stoped crying and gave him an ecstatic hug, making Flug wonder if was all just an act.

He quickly put Miss Heed under sleeping gas and did the seretonin extraction while everyone was out for lunch and came back the next day with the modified seretonin formulas.

Miss Heed immediately grabbed the formula labeled "love" possessively, then clutched and held the flask close to her, her expression looking like Gollum from Lord of The Rings.

Flug ignores it thinking she's just excited, then tells her, to protect his secret, that as the formula is extremely powerful, she can only use this formula once her training is done and she leaves this facility, which she immediately agrees as she will do whatever it takes to achieve her dream of being popular.

He also gave her an instruction manual on how to create more of the formulas.

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A week later Miss Heed completed her training and was discharged and Flug also completed her internship and they both went out to lunch at a restaurant to celebrate.

Both of them asked each other what they are going to do afterwards.

Miss Heed says her dad already got her an agent to help her become a popular and beloved hero and having the formula will definitely help.

Flug says he will go to P.E.A.C.E. University to become a pediatrician after he graduates from high school and get his pilot licence.

Before they parted, they exchanged numbers to keep in touch.

Miss Heed thanks Flug for everything he's done. Flug blushes and humbly says he's just doing his job.

Miss Heed leans in and whispers secretly in Flug's ear and says that she knows that he does a lot of things for her behind a scene than he has lead on.

She then suddenly grabs Flug's face and proceeds to smash their mouths together in a loud, open mouth kiss, much to Flug's surprise and shock.

Their lips seperated in a wet pop just Miss Heed's limo came around the coner to pick her up.

She blew an air kiss at him and flirtily she hoped they can catch up again soon before entering the limo.

Flug was left in a flustered dazed wondering what just happened...

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Over the last six years, Flug continued with his studies deligently to become a pediatrist and secretly continue Black Web market deals.

His genius and deligent work enabled him to skip a few grades in university to and instsntly able to get him a job as a pediatrist in Marín City.

Although he and Miss Heed promised to meet up with each other, they never did as life became too busy for the both of them.

They called and texted back and forth for awhile but it dwindled down for after awhile, and became one sided from Flug's side.

Flug has seen her on the news though mentioning her fast rise rise to fame and popularity as a successful hero. Flug was happy for her, until he notices something off...about too many Villains getting redeemed by her after deciding to swear their loyalty to her.

Flug knows that she would use her formula to help her fight crime but she didn't think she would use it like this and decided to do some furthur research on what she has done with it.

He can't ask her directly because it might reaveal he knows too much and expose him for being the formula's inventor.

So he hacked into the P.E.A.C.E. system file on heroes and found Miss Heed's profile. It turned out that Miss Heed only used the love formula he created and not the others, but not just that, she has been using the formula heroes, villains, ans citizens to make her love her, basically zombifing the whole city of Cosmopolis under her control.

Additionally it was mentioned in the file that she clamied was the one who created the formula.

Flug was frustrated of what Cecilia has done this was the exact reason why didn't want to give any of his inventions to P.E.A.C.E.

They have always been power hungry in controlling Villains, so he will definitely be a target for them if there is a worst case scenario they find out about his Black Web activities.

He made an exception for her because she was his was friend and didn't think she would do such a thing, but looking back there a few red flags he refused to believe because he was thinking with his heart instead of his head.

Plus it's also a kinda of a dick move taking credit for an invention she never built. But in hindsight, it's better then letting people know he was the one who created it.

A storm is brewing and he can feel it, the best thing he can do for know is to monitor the situation of his formula to prepare for what will come.

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Over the last six years, Miss Heed focused on using her formula to make people: heroes, villains, and citizens love her leading to her rise in fame. Cosmopolis, her home city was her main target as and she basically had the whole city under her control.

She demanded her dad to create a factory in Cosmopolis to mass produce the formula based on the instruction manual given to her by Flug.

After the effects were tested and effective, Miss Heed's agent managed to convince P.E.A.C.E. to let her join the Golden Rule as GoldHeart who was looking for someone with powers or something that can be used to mind-control Villains in order to end Villainy forever.

When GoldHeart first met her, he thought she was an obsessed fangirl who wanted to be his sidekick because of her creepy obssessed behaviour towards him and she was wearing a cheap pink knock off of his costume when she appeared.

He was about to call security when one of his assistants explained she was sent by P.E.A.C.E. and has the formula he needed to end Villainy forever.

She had a crazed looked in her eyes and her creepy obssessed fangirl behaviour is apparent as she asked him too many personal questions and tried making grabbing motions at him, only stopping when her agent told her to behave.

GoldHeart flat out told her he's not interested in her (making her scream in hysterical shock and outrage of GoldHeart’s rejection of her) and immediately moved onto the interview…

As the meeting went on he had suspicions that she might not be the brains behind the formula as she looks confused and not sure how to reply when he asked her questions like extensive details how it works, the process, of making it, and how it can be used on Villains and its effects. And alot of times her agent has to step in answer for her. So he assumed that she has a scientist working for her to develop it.

GoldHeart really didn't care if she is ripping someone of just like she did when copying his uniform and style. He sees how effective the formula is in eradicating crime in her city. However her cringy and creepy obsessive behaviour towards him is extremely off putting and is really making him not want to put her in her club and instead call security to get her far away from him as possible.

GoldHeart sighed, eventhough he really dosent want to, beggers can't be choosers and sacrifices needed to be made for the fight against Villainy. But he will definitely avoid interacting with her as much as necessary.

GoldHeart skimmed to the manual handed to him about the formula and says he will agree to let her into his club if she can develop and modify to his specifications such as making the effects permanent and gave her a timeline to do so.

Miss Heed was nervous at the condition as the scietists she mind controlled had no idea how to improve and develop the formula she had but she agreed to GoldHeart's condition so that she can get into the Golden Rule.

Surely things can work out one way or another...

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A months later, the results were the same, the scientists and the new villain scientists she mind controlled could not figure out how to improve or develop the fomula into what GoldHeart wanted causing him to become extremely angry at her for consistently, delays, pushing the deadline and not even making any progress on the formula.

She had to do something soon or he will never fall in love with her, so she got some people from P.E.A.C.E. that she mind controlled to find out who was the scientist in that created the formula Flug gave to her.

However all the mind control informants came back with the same results... there is no record of anyone at P.E.A.C.E. who created such a formula.

Miss Heed slams her streaming computer to wall and swipes all the items on her table at her biggest monitor to the floor in anger and frustration as she came to a dead end.

HOW!? HOW COULD THIS BE!? IF NONE OF THE SCIENTISTS IN THE FACILITY THEN --

the realisation hit her like a ton of bricks.

Then it must be Flug.

Yes, he was the one who gave her the formula because he loves her... So it should be easy to get her old friend to make the formula for her or maybe with a little bit of persuasion...

Miss Heed got her assistants to find out where Flug was and book her the fastest flight there...

Afterwards get her most prestine heroine uniform, book her a spa and finnally get her stylists do her make up.

She needed to look her best before she can see her old friend...

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Flug was about to a lunch after doing his usually rounds of check ups when he heard a large cowd gathering in the front desk of the pediatric wing. Curious, he went to check it out only to see the one person he didn't didn't want to see - Miss Heed.

Flug tried to slowly walk away, hopefully she won't notice his prescence.

"Fluggy! Is that you? I haven't seen you in forever!"

'Of course she noticed,' Flug thought.

Heed quickly approched him, gave him a hug that presses way too close to his body.

"Whoa you know Miss Heed, Dr Flug?" one Flug's patients a little boy with brunette hair hair asks.

"Yes Fluggy and I are friends that go way back, " Miss Heed answers for him.

"Are you two dating?" a blone girl giggled as she ask the question.

"Oh no, as charming as Fluggy is. I am too busy fighting crime and saving people to be thinking of dating," Miss Heed answers coyly, definitely entertaining the idea of her and Flug dating.

Several more kids came forward to asks Miss Heed questions making her smile more strained as she had to answer them.

"As much as I love answering your wonderful questions children, I need to take your doctor to help me on something important, Adios and rember Love always wins" Heed dragged Flug away into her limo and drove of.

"Ugh! Nosey snot nose brats. How do you deal with them everyday?" Miss Heed complains dropping her public facade.

"Cecilia what -" Flug began.

"Its Miss Heed now!" she snapped.

"Miss Heed why are you doing here?" Flug began, he suspects the reason but carefully waits for her response.

Miss Heed went back to her persona, remembering she was supposed to seduce Flug into giving her the formula.

"My my your so impatient, Fluggy. But I believe such matters can be discussed over lunch, and I know just the place. Oh,chuffer, take us to the Amora Restaurant."

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The Amora Restaurant was the most romantic restaurant in Marín City, known for its romatic themed decor and fancy aprodisiac foods on their menu.

When they got there, host immediately took Miss Heed to a private table at the balcony with an ocean view, making Flug believe that she planned this before she approaced him.

The waiter arrived, and Flug ordered an oyster pasta and Miss Heed ordered the most Instagram photogenic dish she can post online but won't eat.

"So what are you doing here?" Flug began, after the waiter left.

"Obviously to see you ~" Miss Heed purred, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

"You haven't returned my texted and calls in years. And now you just expect me to believe suddenly just show up out of nowhere for no reason?" Flug countered.

Miss Heed's seductive expression dropped as it turned to un ugly sneer, not happy this was not going as planned.

"Oh Fluggy, I'm so sorry for ignoring you for all those years, " Miss Heed changed tactics putting on her kicked kitten expression.

"But your right I need your help. Do you remember the formula you gave me?"

"Yes," Flug replies, he can see where this conversation is going.

"I know you're the one who actually made it for me," Miss Heed smiked, thinking that she caught Flug off guard.

"...No, I didn't. It was the scientists in the facility. I'm a doctor not an advance chemist," Flug replies, thinking the best strategy was to play dumb

Oh don't play dumb with me Flug! I know it was you!" Miss Heed snapped "My informants did a background search and interviewed all the scientists there and they had no idea of the formula given to me!"

"Let's say I was the one who made the formula? What do you want from me?" Flug asks, so much for pretending not to know anything.

Miss Heed's mood changes again and she smirks at Flug's admittance.

"If you have not already heard, that formula has helped me eradicated Villainy in my city and helped me become a successful acclaimed millionaire influencer, super model, empowering philanthropist, entrepreneur, literally gorgeous, charismatic, noble, talented, sensitive, fashion icon, and superheroine. ~ " Miss Heed says dreamily.

"But there is so much more that can be done... for getting rid of Villainy I mean, ahahaha" Miss Heed adds the last part hurriedly.

'Yes, to get rid of Villains like me will definitely boost your popularity," Flug thought.

"That's just need you to make some teensy weensy adjustments to improve my -I mean your formula," Miss Heed teasingly carasses Flug's hand on the table, "And I will happily reward you in return, in any way you want~"

Flug pulls his hand away. "Thank you for the proposition Miss Heed, but my answer is no."

"WHAT?!" Miss Heed stands and yells so loudly it caused some of the restaurant guests and stsff to look at their direction.

"My answer is no. I'm sorry but not interested in anything you have to offer," Flug replies firmly.

Miss Heed's sits back down and stares at Flug with a darken expression from across the table before smirking, "I'm sorry too Fluggy~" she chuckled. "I like you and thought we could come to an agreement but you forced me to take some drastic measures." A blast of perfume came out of Miss Heed's wrists and was sprayed onto Flug's face.

Flug coughed, as he inhaled the intoxicating smell.

"So, what do you say to helping me now Fluggy?" Miss Heed grins deviously as if the cat got the cream.

"Like I said, my answer is no," Flug replies in the same tone.

"WHAT?! WHY AREN'T YOU OBSESSED WITH ME?!" Miss Heed yells in shock, not understanding how the formula didn't work on Flug.

Flug refuses to answer her question and instead took out some money and put it on the able to cover his part of meal he didn't get to eat, refusing to owe her anything.

"Well will you look at the time, my lunch break is almost over," Flug began, "It's been nice catching up with you Heed, but I gotta get back to the hospital." Flug quickly stands up and rushes out of the restaurant.

"WHAT!? FLUGGY GET BACK HERE!! FLUGGY!!" He heard Miss Heed yell at him and the footsteps of her heels run after him as he ran as fast as he can in the busy street.

Fortunately Miss Heed was famous and it was not long before a crowd of people recognised and gathered around her.

This enabled Flug to turn around a coner and into a cab near by. Flug, quickly checked thst he was not being tailed instructed the driver to take him back to his home.

He paid the driver and looked around and saw the coast is clear before going into building, pass the front desk, up the elevator, and into his penthouse.

Flug was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief and catch his breath.

Miss Heed would definitely go back to the hospital to find him, so that's where he can't go back. He called the hospital saying he had to take a half day off for today and asked the pediatricians to help cover for him.

Afterwards sat down and prepared himself a cup of coffee processing what just happened in the restaurant. Miss Heed, the person he thought in the past was his closest friend had tried to mind control him.

Fortunately Flug had prepared for the worst months ago and created an antidote to the serum that he already injected into his body. So even if Miss Heed tosses him into a vat of his formula, he will still be immune to its effects.

He thought of the possibility of Miss Heed mind controlling him, but he was still hurt that she had actually done it because part of him had still thought of her as a friend that wouldn't do go that far into hurting him, but he guess he was wrong.

Flug needed to strategize he knows that Miss Heed won't back off so easily and he needs to prepare...

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Flug came back the hospital the next day and Miss Heed also came back during lunch time in a civilian disguise this time.

Flug refused to go into the limo this time and instead setted for a nearby cafe he frequents to talk.

Miss Heed pretended to cry as she apologized for mind controlling Flug and buy her fake apology one bit.

Flug told her he was still not interested in helping her, causing her to go into another rant.

Flug sighs, he knows Miss Heed will definitely go away so he made a deal with her.

The children in the hospital all love Miss Heed. He has seen many them watching her reaction and Tik Tok videos and even some of them wearing her merch and cosplaying as her.

So Flug told her, (since she won't leave him alone, even after he said no) for every hour she comes down to the medical wing and spend some time with the kids so they can met with their idol, spend some time with her or just to make them feel better while in recovery, ect.

He will spend the exact amount of time listening to her trying to her arguments and persuasions on why he should help her with the formula. Whether he agrees thats another thing. (That way it can also buy him time to come up with a plan in case she does som thing drastic)

Heed, being an impatient person didn't agree to Flug's deal. And right off the bat she threatened spread rumours so horrible of him on social media that it will not only get him him fired but not be able to work as a pediatrician or medical field ever again.

Flug shrugs and says that getting him fired still would not convince him make the formula for her. Making Miss Heed shocked at the unexpected response.

Truthfully getting fired would be extremely upsetting for him. But he still had his secret business in the black web so he didn't need the money and there are many capable pediatricians in the hospital. But he knows that the best strategy in dealing with Miss Heed was indifference.

Miss Heed then threatens to close down the peditrician wing or give them a extremely large donation from her father and Flug couters both points saying that P.E.A.C.E. prioritizes their hospitals, so they won't take too kindly if anyone, even a hero tries to close it down and has also one of their most funded subsidiaries, so her donation is not necessary.

Miss Heed was utterly stuntlock, on how to respond to Flug.

He looks at his watch and says that he has spent around the same amount of time Miss Heed spent with the kids yesterday and was about to stand up leave before Miss Heed stopped him.

Miss Heed grits her teeth before agreeing to Flug's earlier terms. At least, spending time with those snot nose brats also increases her popularity and likeability to the public.

____

As a result of this Miss Heed spent time in between her busy schedule of public events to go to the hospital to cheer up kids and while trying to convince Flug to make the formula.

However no amount of threats and bribes could convince Flug to change his mind making Heed more and more frustrated at their visits.

It went on for a few months and Flug predicts sooner or later something will happen that will change this routine and he was right... on one fateful day, he was rescued by GoldHeart.

#villainous #villanos #dr flug #dr kenning flugslys #goldheart #gold heart #herbert leth #flug #villainous missheed #villainous miss heed #flug x miss heed #cecilia amanda kelly #villainous fanfic #villainous au

[yanderes-galore]

Molten Freddy yandere alphabet?

Oh no... him.

Been awhile since I acknowledged him, so here you go!

Yandere Alphabet - Molten Freddy

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Sadism, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Marking mention, Blood, Violence, Forced companionship/relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Molten Freddy is just as, if not more, sadistic and deranged as Funtime Freddy. His "love" is often chasing you around and forcing you into sadistic games. However, unlike Funtime Freddy, he realizes you're no fun dead.

Which means you can probably survive him more than his previous form.

Molten Freddy is incredibly intense due to his obsession mostly being related to your pain. He shows his "love" through scaring you and farming your fear. He's sadistic and sees you as his little toy.

In truth he's probably not as bad as Funtime Freddy since Ballora and Funtime Foxy act as a way to hold him back.

It's frustrating to him... but it keeps you safer than you would be without them.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Messy. He sees this Pizza Place as just a new maze to have his fun with you in. If any other human, such as Michael or Henry, got close to you... well...

That just makes things even more fun.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He'd be sadistic, scaring you and making marks on your skin. He likes to see your blood trickle down... yet knows when to stop when the other two inside him make him.

He may mock to tease you but overall just intends to "play".

Maybe he isn't always sadistic due to the other two? Maybe they'll force him to play nice for once. An order he reluctantly listens to.

In those cases he'll just wrap his wires around you. You feel as though you're caged by vines and are unable to move. He's actually rather heavy.

Then, while you're stuck, he'll ramble about how much he adores you.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Yes... yes he would.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Hard to tell when it comes to him. Ballora and Funtime Foxy clearly care a whole deal about you in general. That shows through Freddy.

In that case he ends up being vulnerable, often arguing with himself on what he wants to do with you. You certainly make him conflicted.

He isn't sure if he wants to hurt or care for you. Could he do both? He isn't sure....

So in a way, yes, you make him vulnerable and distracted.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Excited yet frustrated at the same time. He loves to chase you yet at the same time just wants to hold you still for himself. For the most part he'd enjoy it as it gives him a chance to break you.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Yes, he loves watching you attempt to escape.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Again, when it comes to him, anything can count.

However, I'd say it's when he first abducts you. The moment you're left alone he drags you into the vents. Your screams and his giggles echoing through the system before things go silent.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He sees you two as a twisted form of "playmates". He wants to play with you forever... or up until you expire.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yes and he finds lashing out much more fun.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Giggly and oddly childish. However, it's all just a twisted form of sadistic affection. He would chase you around from the vents to follow and watch you.

Once he's able to he'd restrict you to try and "play" with you. There's times you'll see him argue with himself before going chipper again.

He acts oddly friendly and happy... despite what he's capable of.

Even when he wraps you in wires like a hug... you feel no comfort.

He doesn't really try to slowly get you to like him... he just appears and becomes your problem to deal with.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Nope, not really.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Restraints, isolation, maybe even marking. He's sadistic... punishment is a game to him.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Many if not all.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Not very patient.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Hard to say... I'd say he may lean more into being able to move on than not though.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No and no.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Hard to say, maybe curiosity and isolation?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Doesn't feel guilty, if anything he may tease you before Ballora and Funtime Foxy may make him leave you alone though.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He himself is very different from the classic yandere.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Sticking close to Michael to prevent abduction is a good way. Although... there isn't many ways to make him let you go.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes he would.

Not a worship yandere... but he feels he's going insane without you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Not very long.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Unfortunately, yes.

#yandere five nights at freddy's #yandere fnaf #yandere fnaf pizzeria simulator #yandere fnaf 6 #yandere molten freddy

[charliesinfern0]

my osomatsu-san oc, Ai! :D

more details for her under the cut! :3

She's 5 ft 4 in (i hc the matsuno bros to be 5 ft 7 in, so shes 3 inches shorter than them ^^)

Her outfits come in different colors! Her shirt and socks can be either black or white, and her dress can be blue, red, purple, pink, yellow, green, or black! :) (also her shirt can be short sleeve or long sleeve, and her socks can be thigh high, knee high, or ankle high!)

Initially did not intend for her to have connections to the moon (part of her last name 'Tsuki' means moon, the bunny charm on her phone) but in the middle of making this ref i was like 'eh why not'

Dekapan is the one that created her, so hes kind of like her weird dad

She has a big crush on Ichimatsu, but to be honest she has a crush on all of the Matsuno bros hehe

She moved away from Akatsuka to go to college, but moved back to do some of her studying and assignments back home (also she was feeling very homesick)

A running gag is that her major changes each time she talks about it (in the beach episode she says her major is photography, in the super detergent episode she says her major is painting, continues ad nauseam)

Her favorite season is winter! (fall is second, spring is third, summer is fourth)

I'm mainly refering to her with she/her pronouns right now, but she also uses they/them and it/its!

Her relationships with the characters:

Osomatsu: He just loooves hanging out with her lolol whenever they all hang out in a group Osomatsu is the first to try and take a spot next to her. They're usually on the same wavelength, always able to connect with each other, but sometimes Ai can get pretty fed up with whatever antics he tries to pull. He always ends up getting nervous whenever they have one of their deep one-on-one talks.

Karamatsu: Ai loves his "painfulness", but she sometimes has her limits lol. Usually tries to help him write songs, and they like to sing together. They're both very supportive of each other, playing off of each other's energy.

Choromatsu: He tries to be so polite and formal in front of her despite knowing her since they were kids. Ai tries to get him to loosen up, and he's gotten a bit better at being himself in front of her.

Ichimatsu: They're in loooooove, they wanna kiiiiiiss~ ehehe, but besides that they both connect with the fact that they love their quiet time, and also cats. Ai is very understanding and patient, and that both comforts ichimatsu and freaks him the hell out.

Jyushimatsu: Ai cannot keep up with him, but she tries. At least he helps her stay active! They just both like making each other happy, whether that means going out to play baseball, or staying inside and doing some paper craft (with Ichimatsu's assistance)

Todomatsu: Besties :3 they message each other a lot, and Todomatsu is always lowkey asking her out to do things with him. Usually though, either just the two of them go out or Totty's older brothers end up tagging along. They mutually vent to each other sometimes just to let out some frustration, and they trust each other enough to keep secrets between them.

Totoko: Good friends, though they don't always see eye to eye. But thats mostly because of confusion on Ai's part at the antics Totoko tries to pull. She thinks its really cool that Totoko is an idol, and Totoko always insists that Ai could be one too, but they both dont want her to be one for different reasons (Totoko thinks that Ai would be more popular than her, and Ai doesn't like the idea of singing in front of big crowds)

Iyami: She thinks he's skeevy as hell, not much else to say. Always finds a way to get angry at him, even if he hasnt done anything wrong (at the moment)

Chibita: Also good friends, they both admire each other for what they do. She always leaves a big tip whenever she eats at his oden stand to show her appreciation (and to hopefully make up for the sextuplets' tab they have yet to pay)

Matsuyo and Matsuzo: They love her, don't know what their sons did to deserve such a nice friend who is also a girl (kind of). They simultaneously hope that she could maybe start dating one of their sons, and also think that she could do so much better lol Ai is always bringing them gifts and helps around the house, she almost gave them a heart attack when they came home to a squeaky clean kitchen after Ai and the sextuplets had made dinner together for them ^^

Dekapan and Dayon: Her creator and his weird maid/friend/lover? They're basically her weird estranged dads. They barely interact, except for rare moments when she needs emergency maintenance

#yeah! :D #very excited to make more art of her ^^ #and more ososan art in general hehe #osomatsu san #osomatsu san oc #ososan #oc x canon

[sukuna-kinnie]

[Ironhide x human reader Final part-NSFW, smut, 18+]

A/N: if you are under 18 or are uncomfortable with sexual themes then I recommend you don't read this

Ironhide let out a surprised groan when you suddenly dropped yourself back onto his spike. Naturally, less than half of his spike managed to fit in your cunt, however, that didn’t stop Ironhide from feeling immense pleasure. The way your tight cunt squeezed his spike made him feel dizzy and the scenery before him was enough for him to start venting heavily as he was grunting and moaning. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could refrain from pounding into you like a starved animal. It didn’t take long at all for him to lose control. How could he when you just keep babbling about how big and good he feels? Ironhide flipped you onto the floor, his spike still inside you. He paid no mind to your painful grunt and proceeded to lift and bend your legs to where your knees were nearly beside your head. Ironhide pulled out only to slam right back into you. You let out a surprised yelp, while Ironhide let out a frustrated grunt. He was able to fit more of his spike inside of you, but he still felt the need to fit all of his spike inside of you. So he starts roughly pounding into you at a fast pace. All you could do was let out struggled moans as he continued to mindlessly pound into you. With each thrust, you could feel more of his spike reach deeper inside of you until it finally happened. Ironhide paused and admired the scene before him. His spike was in your cunt, not a single inch was visible unless he were to count the huge bulge in your stomach. You on the other hand weren’t even sure if you were breathing. Your head felt fuzzy, making it impossible to process any thoughts. Your vision blurred as another orgasm ripped through your body, also causing your legs to go completely numb. Smoke poured out of Ironhide’s nostrils and you could have sworn you heard him growl. Without warning Ironhide moved even faster and tougher than he did before. It was quite impressive how the sound of his metallic hips against your fleshy ones managed to echo through the room over your loud moans and whimpers. It was almost painful when his metallic hips made contact with yours, as well as his hands, tightening around your thighs as time went by. You clawed at the floor, tears threatening to spill as you felt another orgasm coming. At this point, you were repeatedly screaming Ironhide’s name and babbling random words that made no sense. It was enough for Ironhide to start faltering in his movements as he let go of your legs, placing his arms beside your head and his face only inches away from yours. He continued to rutt into you for a couple of minutes before giving one final deep thrust. You both moaned as you came together. You could feel his spike pulsate as his trans fluids filled, it felt soothing in a way. Your muscles relax and your eyes slowly shut.

“I telling you guys she’s not dead!…she just kinda fainted after you know”, a gruff voice stated loudly, causing you to open your eyes. “Damn *zzt*, how badly did you *bop*, knock her up *pzzt*, for that to happen”, Bumblebee stated mockingly. “Ironhide, you know humans are much more fragile than us, you can’t just-”, Prime’s lecture was briefly interrupted as you let out a grunt of pain. You had attempted to get off the sofa, only to fall back down when you felt pain creep up your legs and back. Ironhide was quick to scoop you up into his hands as the rest of the Autobots stared at you with concern, although Optimus looked more disappointed than anything. “I’ll take you home where you can get changed”, Ironhide whispered into your ear. Your face turned red from embarrassment as you clung to the blanket for dear life. Ironhide made his way out of the base and as you two passed Ratchet, you mouthed a ‘thank you’. Ratchet gave you a nod and a smile in return. Once you two were outside, Ironhide transformed into his vehicle mode and drove off with you in his driver's seat. During the ride home, you gently patted the headboard before speaking, “I love you”. “Not as much as I love you”, you chuckled at his childish response.

#transformers bayverse #ironhide #fanfic #x reader #18+ only #smut

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𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 || chrollo lucilfer

chrollo lucilfer x reader

genre: pure angst; self-confort

tw: blood, gore

you had so many things you wanted to say to him. so many loving words that remained unspoken. so many wishes that died on your throat. only when you stare at his ‘corpse’ do you spit out all you've wanted to say.

It was pouring heavily in Yorknew City. The rain was falling like bricks, effectively drowning out all sounds. Not that you could create any while staring at it.

The body was slumped against the wall, his skin adorned with multiple stab wounds. His clothes were completely destroyed by the assassin hired to kill him, you assumed. The crimson blood ran down his cheeks, and a few droplets fell to the ground, staining the muddy grass.

Perhaps you should feel more depressed over losing your beloved and enraged at the world for taking him away from you. You should be sobbing uncontrollably and screaming out in pain. You couldn't bear feeling those pitiful sentiments after he had betrayed you so many times. Not when he left you without saying goodbye.

You could feel how fridgid his skin was as you brushed your fingers across his cheek. The only other sign that showed he was indeed gone was his dispassionate gaze that peered into your very soul.

"I hope it hurt, whatever torture they put you through." Those words felt uncomfortable in your mouth, as if you were forcing them out.

"But knowing you, I doubt you would have been the least bit afraid." You talked to him like you always did, ignoring the reality that he wasn't going to answer.

In frustration, you gritted your teeth. "Say something, anything. Just get up and laugh like this is one of your ridiculous jokes." You were reminded of the time he pretended to die in order to gauge your response. You can still remember how upset you were with him for making light of such a serious situation.

However, he didn't stand up as he usually did. He didn't chuckle at your terrified expression. He did not wipe up your tears and spoke to you in a reassuring tone. Deafening silence was all you got in response.

As the harsh truth dawned on you, you finally allowed the barricades you had built to crumble. You knelt down and grabbed his tattered shirt firmly.

"You bastard! Why are you able to make me feel so miserable even after you've died?!" You repeatedly struck his chest, venting your rage on his cold form. Your tears streamed uncontrollably down your cheeks, mixing with the rain.

"Why did you make me love you if you were just going to leave me straight after?" Were you merely a plaything for him? Was he amusing himself by messing with your feelings? Your mind was obscured by those menacing ideas at this vulnerable time.

Your cries gradually faded and you stopped hitting his chest, with only the occasional hicups escaping your mouth. Your lips curled into an embarrassed smile.

“Heh, you probably would have told me to quit sobbing over you.” Happy memories began to fill your head. Despite the fact that they were few compared to all the painful ones, they warmed your heart and gave you peace of mind.

"I guess this is really over, isn't it?" He doesn't reply, and you eventually accept that he is leaving, opting for a smaller, sadder smile on your face.

"Perhaps you wished to run away from all the sins you had committed. You should have known better." A little chuckle escaped your tongue, and after a brief time of staring into his empty eyes, your lips finally settled on his bloody ones.

Your foreheads came together as you spoke your last words to him and shared this final moment. "I wish you burn in hell, my darling."

As you moved away from the body, you experienced calmness in your thoughts. You had the impression that the last puzzle piece of your life had been put in its proper position. You would not strive to forget him, as he played a significant role in your life, but rather learn from your and his mistakes in order to live a better life.

You were finally able to escape his grip because of his death. At least, that's what he was thinking as he saw you walk away from his 'corpse.' 

bruh how much gel does chrollo waste on his hair i’m genuinely curious

— posted: december 13, 2022

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[saiacross]

Bonds Unveiled

Supernatural FanFic : 10,611 Words : Series: Reader-Insert

Chapter 21: Confessions & Heat ⚠️ 18+ Smut w/ Sam⚠️

This Work is part of an overarching story that can be read as a one-shot with little overlapping information from other chapters.

⬅ Chapter 20: 2B or Not 2B Pt2 💜 Chapter 22: Bonds Forged ➡ Master List

Chapter 21: Confessions & Heat ⚠️ 18+ Smut w/ Sam⚠️ Y/N has finally returned to the Bunker where she is confronted by Dean who refuses to let her run off on a suicide mission. In the heat of an agreement Dean reveals not only his but also his brother's feelings for Y/N. In an attempt to clear her head Y/N makes way for a friends house but ends up stopping for a drink first. Finding herself in an odd predicament at the local bar; one in which she ends up calling the brothers to pick her up. Y/N continues to surprise the Winchesters.

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The bunker sat in silence, its underground chambers cloaked in stillness. Sitting at the table in the kitchen, Dean and Sam had finally received a call from Castiel, their emotions a whirlwind of anger and concern regarding the situation with Y/N.

Dean couldn't hold back his frustration any longer, venting his displeasure at Castiel for abruptly leaving with Y/N. However, beneath the anger, there was an unspoken understanding between them all. After Dean had voiced his irritation, Castiel was finally able to provide an update. His tone carried relief as he conveyed that Y/N had managed to expend her excess energy, stabilizing her condition. No one had been harmed during this, and they should be returning home soon.

Sam, still grappling with anxiety, inquired cautiously, "She isn't... she didn't overdo it, did she?" He stumbled over his words, struggling to find the right ones to express his concern.

Castiel assured him, "No, I don’t think so. She seems tired and is taking a moment to rest, but otherwise, she seems fine."

Dean chimed in with a quick, "Good, good," speaking before he could truly grasp what he wanted to say.

Castiel then hesitated, his voice growing heavy as he continued, "But there does seem to be one side effect, unfortunately." Both Sam and Dean leaned in, waiting for his revelation. Castiel continued, "With the return of her power, her hallucinations have also returned. And there seem to be more of them."

The brothers exchanged raised brows, and Sam asked, "More? What do you mean more?"

Castiel let out a sigh of distress. His voice dropped lower, indicating the seriousness of the situation. "She doesn't want me to tell you this, but her friends from her classes, and that little boy from the other day. She sees them now, along with others."

Sam closed his eyes, a wave of pain washing over his features. Castiel didn't pause, adding, "However, I don't think what she is seeing are just normal, mere hallucinations."

Dean contemplated Castiel's words, piecing things together. He asked, "You think she's been under a spell or something?"

Castiel explained further, "Her own spell, to be exact. The hallucinations vanished without her powers and now are back. It seemed that they eased up after she would feed. Kitsunes have the ability to create illusions as well as interact with dreams, right?"

Sam joined in, seeking clarity, "So you think Y/N is creating these hallucinations with her abilities?"

Castiel confirmed, "Yes. It is possible that she is unintentionally using her abilities to see the people who have died, and that she feels responsible for. That's why they are able to harm her."

Sam's sigh was heavy with sorrow as he processed the revelation. His voice trembled as he uttered, "She's punishing herself for their deaths and doesn't even realize it."

A profound silence enveloped the conversation, each participant allowing Sam's words to sink in, contemplating the gravity of Y/N's self-inflicted torment.

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Hours had drifted by in tense anticipation since Castiel's last update. Dean had been pacing the bunker's halls, his anxiety a constant companion. As he turned a corner, heading to his room, an unexpected collision nearly knocked him off his feet. Instinctively, he reached out to steady the person he'd bumped into, gripping their shoulders firmly.

Dean's voice held a blend of concern and surprise as he remarked, "Whoa there, Speedy Gonzales." It took a moment for him to register the identity of the person he'd run into. His brows furrowed as he asked, "Y/N? Wait, when did you get back?"

In her attempt to slip past them unnoticed, Y/N had accidentally collided with Dean. She hastily withdrew from Dean's grip, a mix of surprise and frustration etched across her face. Y/N's voice was apologetic but laced with exasperation as she muttered, "Sorry about that."

But Dean wasn't about to let her escape so easily. As she turned to make a quick exit, he snagged her wrist, determined to get some answers. He urged her to stop, saying, "Hey, whoa, hold on a second."

Sam, alerted by Dean's call, appeared from around the corner, his voice full of concern as he said, "Y/N?” Approaching her he would ask, “Are you alright?"

Sam moved closer, taking in Y/N's appearance: she had changed from her red gown they had last seen her in and was now in more proper hunter attire. A black v-cut t-shirt, with a black and purple plaid over with the long sleeves pushed up to her elbows, fitted jeans that were tucked into her boots, a duffle bag in hand and determination set in her jaw.

Sam gestured to the bag, his disbelief evident as he inquired, "You're going somewhere?"

Y/N, her patience waning, wrenched her arm free from Dean's grasp. She rolled her eyes, knowing that an argument was inevitable.

"I'm going to find Jason, then Sano. I'm done running and hiding; I'm ready to put a stop to this." Y/N stated her intentions bluntly,

Dean's initial reaction was anger, his voice rising as he exclaimed, "The hell you are!"

In contrast, Sam tried a more diplomatic approach, his tone a mix of concern and disbelief, "Y/N, why would you willingly go looking for them?"

Y/N responded with a glare and a tone that dripped with anger, "To kill them. They are constantly on the hunt for me. It shouldn't take long if I just go out there and make myself known."

Dean scoffed, “You aren’t going out there alone, and for sure not like this. I mean look at you, your exhausted for Christ's sake. You think you stand a chance against either of them right now?”

Y/N's eyes flashed with anger, her tone biting as she retorted, "I'm sorry. Excuse me for being tired from saving your asses AGAIN."

Sam tried to intervene, urging them to stop with a stern, "Hey, you two, let's not do this now."

But neither Dean nor Y/N paid any heed to Sam's plea. Dean took a step closer, his words fueled by frustration, "You're the one who got herself strung up in a dungeon by her psycho ex-partner daddy pulled out of hell."

"Dean!" Sam attempted to prevent the situation from escalating further.

Y/N, however, shot back with equal intensity, "Yeah, to keep you from being blown to pieces while you were fantasizing about the girl we were trying to help, you know, the one you were drooling all over while trying to burn her mother's body!"

"Y/N!" Sam's voice rose in alarm as he tried to defuse the situation.

But Dean couldn't hold back any longer. He blurted out a truth that had been buried deep within, "I wasn't drooling or fantasizing. As a matter of fact, if you hadn't been wearing such a low-cut shirt that day, I wouldn't have had to try so hard to keep my mind off you."

Sam's internal thoughts could be summed up as, 'Oh God,' as he stood in silence, watching the confrontation unfold.

"Careful there, Winchester, or someone might think you actually feel something for me." Y/N's snarky smirk and her voice dripped with sarcasm.

Dean's anger and frustration had reached a boiling point, and he practically shouted, "Well, of Fucking Course I Have Feelings For You!”

That... that right there stopped Y/N dead in her tracks; the color drained from her face, her eyes were wide, and her mouth hung open just slightly as she softly whispered, “What?”

Dean however was already over the edge and didn't bounce back as easily so while his words were the truth and sincere he was also still shouting and filled with frustration.

“The hugging, touching, kissing, constant calls and texts. The gifts! I mean, damn it, I know we’re no grand catch, but I thought we were making it pretty damn obvious, Y/N!" Dean, still caught in the whirlwind of his own emotions, continued to vent. His words were a torrent of frustration and raw honesty. He paced back and forth, gesturing wildly as he spoke, as if trying to physically expel the intensity of his feelings.

Y/N stood in shock as she watched Dean's movements, her voice trembling as she said, "B-But you never said...." She stopped mid-sentence as she fully processed Dean's words. Dean kept saying 'we'... Y/N's gaze then shifted to Sam, who had been quietly standing to the side. Sam gave her a sheepish smile as he shrugged his shoulders and nodded. There was no denying it now.

Y/N whispered, baffled, "Both?"

Dean sighed, his exasperation fading as he realized how overwhelmed Y/N was. He confirmed with sincerity, "Yes, both. You never thought it was weird that we were BOTH showering you with the same affection?? I mean, I get it, I'm a bit late to the party, but damn, Sam has been there the whole time!"

Y/N's gaze had fallen to the ground as she listened to Dean's words. She tried to come up with a response, her voice trembling, "I-I... I just thought..."

Sam could sense her confusion and conflict. He stepped forward gently, saying, "Alright, Dean, stop. You've said enough. Give her a break, man."

Dean, realizing he needed to take a step back, grumbled, "Fine, but you still aren't going."

Dean grabbed Y/N's bag from her hand and walked off down the hall with it. Sam shook his head at his brother's stubbornness before he fully turned to Y/N and asked with genuine concern, "Hey... You alright?"

Y/N, still processing everything, looked at Sam with a mix of emotions. She nodded slowly, her voice softer, "I... I need some time to think, Sam. This is... a lot."

Sam nodded understandingly, "Take all the time you need, Y/N. We'll be here when you're ready."

Y/N started to say something to Sam, but her phone buzzed with a chime. Pulling it from her pocket, she offered Sam a small apologetic smile before looking at the screen. Y/N absentmindedly said, "Of course," her voice portraying her dismay. Concerned, Sam asked, "Everything alright?"

Y/N nodded her head, but she didn't meet Sam's eyes as she said, "Yeah. It's just... I forgot that I told Angelique that I would come to stay with her for a week, you know, before the whole thing yesterday. She's asking how close I am."

Sam nodded and said, "You should go."

Y/N's head snapped up in surprise. Sam smiled at her reaction and explained, "Yeah, go have fun with Angelique. It'll give Dean time to cool down, and you time to think. I mean, her house is as warded as the bunker, right? You should be safe, and if anything, we'll know where you are. Just... don't go looking for trouble. Please."

Y/N's heart melted by the look in Sam's eyes and his words. She realized how much she meant to him and how much he cared for her. Damn, was she an idiot for not noticing before. Sam could see that Y/N was still a little hesitant, so he added, "Oh, and don't worry about Dean. I'll let him know and get your stuff back."

Y/N's voice was soft as she said, "Sam... Thank you."

Sam smiled, his hands in his pockets as he fought the urge to hug her, unsure if it would be welcomed or not. Their unspoken feelings lingered in the air as Y/N prepared to leave for Angelique's, leaving Sam with his thoughts and the hope that she'd return with a clearer mind.

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Y/N wasted no time getting behind the wheel of her car, eager to put some distance between herself and the bunker. As she drove through the town, her thoughts churned like a tempest inside her mind. The voices in her head seemed to grow louder with every passing mile, competing for her attention, echoing her inner turmoil.

She couldn't shake the guilt that had settled heavily in her chest. Thoughts of Sam and Dean swirled in her head, memories of their affection and the moments she should have recognized what was happening between them. And what about those times she hadn't been around? Were they loving her from afar?

The weight of it all pressed on her, making her feel as if she couldn't breathe. Y/N needed a break, a respite from her own racing thoughts. So, she decided to stop at a local bar. With her phone in hand, she sat down at the bar counter, hoping that a drink or two would help clear her mind. She would need to call Angelique to let her know she'd be arriving later than expected; but after this drink.

The bartender approached, and Y/N ordered a drink to ease her nerves, all the while thankful that her frequent visits hadn't made her a recognizable face around here.

As she took a sip of her drink, a man sat down beside her. His cologne was overpowering, and Y/N could feel him glancing at her. She looked from the corner of her eye, trying to not attract unwanted attention, but he leaned in. "What's a pretty lady like you doing here all alone?" he asked, his breath hot against her skin.

Y/N's natural instincts kicked in. She took a deep breath to calm herself. "Just having a drink," she replied coldly, hoping that he'd get the hint.

But the man wasn't put off. Instead, he leaned closer and placed a hand on her thigh. "Come on, don't be like that. Let me buy you a drink," he said with a sleazy smile.

Y/N took another sip of her drink, her mind racing with the different scenarios playing out. She could easily overpower him with her Kitsune abilities, but it would draw too much attention and possibly cause a scene. She didn't want to risk any trouble, especially after the emotional roller coaster she had been on with Sam and Dean.

Y/N could feel her frustration building up, and before she knew it she snapped at the man, “I suggest you remove your hand before I do it for you.” Her eyes giving away just the slightly hint of red as she growled menacingly.

The man smirked and remove his hand but otherwise didn’t leave.

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Dean's voice thundered through the bunker's dimly lit halls, a storm brewing in his eyes. "You just LET her leave?" His frustration was palpable, and his words reverberated with the intensity of his anger.

Sam, on the other hand, seemed remarkably composed as he leaned back in his chair and met Dean's fiery gaze with an unwavering calm. "Dude, calm down, alright?" Sam's voice was a soothing contrast to Dean's rage. "She went to Angelique's. It'll be good for all of us to get some space."

Dean's anger didn't waver. He demanded answers, his voice laced with irritation. "Did nothing I said before mean anything?"

Sam tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized his brother's reactions. "What, you mean when you outed BOTH of us? Yeah, I heard that."

Dean straightened up abruptly, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. "Hey, no, you don't get to put that on me. You had plenty of chances, man. You even shared a room with her alone, Sam."

Sam scoffed, his voice dripping with incredulity. "Dean, we talked about this, more than once!"

Dean's voice began to level out, but the depth of his emotions remained. "Yeah, and I gave you my blessing, man."

Sam mockingly laughed, clearly not convinced. "Yeah, right! You were under a spell. If I had made a move, you would have been pissed after you came out of it."

Dean's frustration seemed to reach its peak. He couldn't find the right words, so he tossed his hands up in exasperation, letting them fall against his thighs with a heavy thud. He turned away from Sam, needing a moment to collect himself.

Sam, however, couldn't resist a knowing smile. "This whole thing was your idea to start with, ya know."

Their voices echoed in the cavernous bunker, carrying the weight of their complicated emotions and the tangled mess of their feelings for Y/N.

When Sam's phone rang, Dean's head snapped around, a glimmer of dread in his eyes. He fervently hoped that the name he dreaded most wouldn't appear on the caller ID—Y/N. His jaw clenched tightly, and his eyes bore the intensity to burn holes through stone. Pointing at the phone, he growled, his voice gravelly and deep as ever, "Sam, so help me God."

Sam, seemingly unfazed, had already picked up the device. With a casual flick, he slid the green icon over to answer. Holding the phone to his ear, he greeted, "Hey, Y/N."

Even from the other end of the line, Sam could hear her uneven breaths, which furrowed his brow unintentionally, a detail not lost on Dean.

Y/N's voice quivered as she spoke, her words trembling in the air, "Sam, I'm sorry... Can—can you come pick me up?"

Sam straightened up in his seat, every muscle tensing as he replied, concern lacing his words, "Yeah, sure. Everything okay? Where are you?"

Dean had now swiveled completely towards Sam, his urgency evident as he gestured to put the call on speaker. Ignoring his brother's insistence, Sam listened closely.

Y/N tried to laugh it off, but the nervousness tainted her voice as she explained, "I'm at the bar in town. I just needed a drink to clear my head. But this creep kept bothering me. I thought I scared him off, I never even left my drink, but I think he did something to it, Sam. My head is spinning, my legs feel weak, it's kind of hard to breathe, and it's really hot."

Sam hastily shut his laptop and leaped up from his chair, urgently motioning for Dean to join him in the garage. He queried, "Are you in your car?"

Y/N replied, "I locked myself in the bathroom at the bar."

Sam grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and stated firmly, "Alright, stay right there, we're on our way."

Y/N whispered a heartfelt "Thank you" before the call abruptly ended. Dean, now geared up with keys, jacket, and pistol strapped in place, had no idea what was happening since the phone wasn’t on speaker, but he was ready.

Sam looked up at his brother, a whirlwind of emotions coursing through his expression, and delivered the news, "Y/N's at the bar, holed up in the bathroom. She thinks some creep drugged her."

In an instant, pure fury ignited in Dean's eyes, a storm of wrath that would leave no man standing if they were responsible for Y/N's distress.

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The Impala's tires screeched to a halt, kicking up dirt and rocks as the car's doors swung open before Dean had even managed to put it in park or turn off the engine. Sam and Dean shot out of the car and beelined for the bar's entrance. Dean reached the women's bathroom door first, his hand instinctively reaching for the handle, but it refused to budge; it was locked. He knocked urgently three times, calling out in a concerned tone, "Sweetheart, you in there?"

Sam was quick to pull out his lock picks, his nimble fingers working deftly to disable the lock. A familiar groan from the other side of the door only spurred them on. As soon as the lock gave way, Dean and Sam pushed the door open, revealing Y/N sitting on the floor against the bathroom wall. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, and her arms lay limply across them, her head resting on her arms.

Sam knelt down beside her, gently pushing her hair aside to feel her forehead. Y/N was burning up, and concern etched deep lines on Sam's face. Dean, taking a moment to appreciate the unexpected cleanliness of the ladies' bathroom, noticed Y/N's ears were out, betraying her true identity.

Sam carefully began to lift Y/N to her feet, his voice soft and comforting as he said, "Hey, can you stand? Let's get you out of here." Dean swiftly removed his jacket and draped it over Y/N's head, obscuring her ears from view. He then took Y/N's other arm, offering her support to help her steady herself. The urgency of the situation weighed heavily on them all, but they were together, and they'd get through this, just like they always did.

As they walked out of the bathroom, heading towards the exit, the trio had to pass by the bar where the same creepy man from earlier seemed to be lurking. He stepped away from the bar, blocking the path of the Winchesters with Y/N. A wicked smile spread across his face as he taunted, "Hey there, princess. I was starting to wonder if you fell in."

The man's laughter echoed through the bar, but before he could say anything more, Dean's hand shot out, gripping the man's collar, and he forcefully pinned him against the wall. Dean's voice was low and dangerous as he hissed through clenched teeth, "Listen here, scumbag. If I even catch you around here again, I will personally rip your balls off and shove them down your throat. Got it?"

With a menacing warning, Dean released the man and rejoined his brother, who was now supporting Y/N's full weight. However, the man didn't seem to grasp the gravity of his situation and called after the brothers, "Hey, what's the big idea? We were just having a friendly chat!"

Sam had lost his patience at that point. He turned to face the man, leaving Dean to support Y/N, and without a word, he unleashed a powerful punch. The force of Sam's blow connected with the man's face, sending him flying to the side. His head bounced off the very same wall he had been pinned to earlier before crashing down to the ground.

The look on Dean's face was a mixture of pride as an older brother and impressed awe. He said nothing, simply giving a nod of approval before turning to leave with Y/N, and Sam followed suit. They had made their point clear, and they weren't going to let anyone threaten Y/N.

As the Impala's tires rolled over the pavement, Y/N lay in the backseat, her hand shielding her eyes from the light. The rhythmic hum of the engine filled the cabin, mingling with the soft, deep breaths escaping from Y/N. The silence hung heavy, pregnant with unspoken thoughts and emotions.

Finally, Y/N's voice broke the stillness, thick with embarrassment and regret. "I'm... I'm so sorry."

Sam and Dean remained quiet, their own emotions swirling beneath the surface. Sam, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced back at Y/N, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and understanding. In the rearview mirror, Dean's reflection showed a contemplative expression.

Y/N's curiosity couldn't be contained, and she probed gently, "When did you... When did you realize how you felt?"

Dean and Sam glanced at each other before Dean’s voice carried the weight of introspection. "For me, it was that after that witch hunt and night you ran off after the spell on Sammy was reversed, then finding you.. That whole thing was kind of an eye-opener, but it was the club where you played with the band that really hit it home."

Sam let out a soft chuckle, a fond smile gracing his lips as he revisited the memory. "Yeah, the club. I think it really did it for both of us. But before that... I'm not really sure when, really. It just kind of was there, you know?"

Y/N felt her heart swell with warmth at their words, her own emotions finally finding some clarity in this complicated situation. She couldn't help but smile, her voice filled with curiosity as she questioned, "Why didn't either of you say anything?"

Sam nodded thoughtfully, fully aware that the question of why they hadn't spoken up earlier would arise. He cleared his throat, preparing to offer an explanation. "We talked about it but decided it would be best if we didn't. So, we, uh... we decided to just not hide how we felt. This was, of course, while you were sealed, and we figured that you would choose whichever one of us, or neither, that you were interested in, and the other would accept that." Sam's words were laced with a touch of anxiety, reflecting the delicate nature of their arrangement.

Dean's knuckles whitened as he clutched the steering wheel, his gaze fixed firmly on the road. Tense silence hung in the car, a palpable weight pressing upon them all. The minutes ticked away, each second intensifying the unspoken emotions swirling in the vehicle.

Then, like a soothing breeze breaking through a stifling atmosphere, Y/N's gentle voice offered respite. "For me, it was after the first rescue mission," she began, her words laced with sincerity. Sam couldn't help but smile warmly, though he kept his eyes averted, toying nervously with his phone in his hands. Y/N continued, her voice filled with appreciation, "Even after seeing my unfavored side and reading that damn book cover to cover, Sam never looked at me any different, not even after the feeding. You still treated me just as kindly as the first day we met."

Sam's grin threatened to split his face, his embarrassment giving way to a profound sense of relief. Dean tried his best not to let Y/N's words affect him, steadfastly clinging to their deal. His voice, however, held a faint note of hurt as he responded, "Alright then." He extended a congratulatory hand and playfully slapped Sam's arm, trying to conceal the complex swirl of emotions beneath his gruff exterior.

Y/N shifted slightly where she lay in the back seat, her voice maintaining its gentle tone as she continued to speak, recounting her growing feelings for both Sam and Dean. "As for Dean, well, it seems Sam being turned young again showed both of us something new." A soft chuckle escaped her lips. "Even after you unleashed your anger on me, the way that Sam spoke about you, the big brother that he looked up to and took care of him; I realized that that same man was still there when you saved me."

Dean couldn't help but sit up a bit straighter, his chest swelling with a mixture of pride and something deeper. The heartfelt words touched him in a way he hadn't expected.

Y/N paused, her voice taking on a more contemplative note. "THAT Dean won my heart, and I'm happy he has stuck around."

The Impala's interior became enveloped in silence once more, the weight of Y/N's confession lingering. Then, breaking the hush like a gentle rain on dry earth, Y/N's soft voice sounded again. It seemed distant, as if she were drifting away into her thoughts. "Do I have to choose just one of you?"

Both Dean and Sam looked at each other in complete surprise, their brows furrowing as they attempted to silently communicate. Their shoulders moved, hands gestured, and words mouthed, their eyes darting in the directions they were referencing. The question hung in the air, demanding an answer that neither was quite ready to give.

Before either brother could voice a response, a soft thud resonated from the backseat. Sam leaned over to look at Y/N, his eyes widening as he observed her arm that had been covering her eyes had fallen to the floor. Her hand lay there, her fingers resting against the car's carpet. Y/N's breathing was steady, her chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm. Her eyes remained closed, and faint tear lines crested her cheeks.

Sam turned back around to face the front, his mind still heavy with Y/N's last question. He murmured to Dean, "She fell asleep."

Dean glanced over his shoulder for only a second, disbelief in his eyes as he asked, "From the drugs?"

Sam nodded, his expression filled with concern. "Probably. She still looks pretty flushed."

That was all the prompting Dean needed to push the Impala's pedal to the metal. The conversation had pretty much fallen silent after Y/N's question, though it was clear that it still lingered in their minds. Fortunately, it didn't take too much longer for them to reach the bunker.

As Sam carried Y/N inside, Dean followed closely behind. They were greeted by Castiel, who seemed to be waiting anxiously. His voice held a hint of panic as he greeted them, "Oh, good, you're back."

Castiel's brow furrowed as he noticed Y/N in Sam's arms, concern evident in his voice as he asked, "Is everything alright?"

Dean responded, his tone casual, "Huh? Oh, yeah, she, uh, had some trouble at the bar in town." He nodded toward Sam, who was carrying Y/N.

As Sam walked by, he added, "I'm going to put her in bed."

Castiel watched Sam as he carried Y/N away, and then turned back to Dean, his curiosity getting the best of him. "Is she okay? I can heal her wounds if needed."

Dean shook his head, a faint grin playing on his lips, "Nah, nothing to heal, not unless you can extract the drugs from her system."

Castiel looked at Dean in surprise and concern, his voice reflecting his worry as he asked, "She was drugged? At the bar? Why?"

Dean considered how deep that conversation could go and decided against it, opting for a more nonchalant response. He shrugged and said, "Don't worry about it. But, uh, seems like you have something going on. You were waiting for us?"

Castiel nodded, “Yes um I need your help. Clair has invited me to dinner at Jody's and well..” Castiel seemed to lose his words.

At that moment, Sam reappeared, taking up the conversation for Castiel. He nodded in understanding and said, "And you want Dean to go with you because you still aren't comfortable being around Claire?"

Dean looked at Sam, a bit bewildered as to how he had guessed Castiel's predicament. Castiel himself was surprised that Sam had figured it out and nodded in agreement, "Yes, exactly."

Dean turned his attention back to Castiel, slightly taken aback by the request. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "What?"

Sam couldn't help but laugh at Dean's bewilderment as he walked past them into the library. He gave Dean's shoulder a friendly pat and chimed in, "You should go, man."

Dean turned to watch Sam walk away, his confusion still evident as he asked, "I should?"

Sam settled into one of the chairs, looking thoughtful, and replied, "Yeah, it will give us all some time to think. You could talk to Jody, maybe Donna will be there too."

Dean suddenly went on the defensive, "No, no, no. You already used that once today when you sent her off to Angelique's, and look at what happened."

Sam looked at Dean, a hint of amusement in his eyes, and retorted, "Well, then don't stop at any bars along the way and avoid creepy guys."

Castiel, thinking he was offering a helpful solution, chimed in, "I can take us straight to Jody's house if that would help you feel safer."

Sam chuckled to himself, and Dean rolled his eyes, “So you're good with taking care of this?” Dean motions with his hands towards the bunker, and down the hall.

Sam nods his head as though the question Dean just asked was unnecessary, “Yeah Dean, I got this. I'll just let her sleep it off.” Sam shrugged.

Realizing that he couldn't find a solid reason to decline Castiel's request, Dean conceded, "Well, alright then. Let's go, I guess. We'll be back tonight. Uh, let me know if anything happens."

Sam nodded in agreement, reassuringly, "Yeah, will do."

With that, Castiel walked up to place a hand on Dean’s shoulder, the the two disappeared, leaving Sam alone in the library. He took a deep breath, his surroundings sinking in as he glanced around. Everything that had happened in the last few hours was beginning to settle in.

Leaning forward slightly in his chair, Sam ran his hands over his face, through his hair, and interlocked his fingers behind his head, holding them there as he sat in quiet contemplation, lost in his thoughts.

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Sam had just returned to his room after hours had passed since Dean and Castiel left. As he walked down the hall, his phone began to ring, and he answered with a simple, "Hello?"

On the other end of the line came a familiar yet frantic voice, "Sam, it's Angelique. Dean gave me this number because Y/N won't answer her phone, and she was supposed to be here hours ago."

Sam replied, "Hey, uh, yeah, sorry. She was on her way, but something happened. Don't worry; she's here. I can see if she's awake."

Sam made his way to Y/N's room and peeked in through the cracked door, not wanting to wake her if she was still asleep. Angelique, concerned, asked, "Wait, what happened?"

As Sam peered into the room, he saw that Y/N was still lying in bed. Her blankets were kicked off, and she seemed to have curled into a ball, snuggling Dean's jacket that he had given her back at the bar. Sam walked in quietly with the intention of checking her temperature again as he answered Angelique with a softer voice, "She stopped by a bar, and this creep drugged her drink, so she called us to pick her up. Looks like she's still out, and her fever doesn't seem to be going down, though."

Angelique's voice peaked with curiosity as she asked about Y/N's current condition, and Sam began to explain. He told her that Y/N had a fever, heavy breathing, and seemed to be having difficulty focusing, among other symptoms. As he spoke, Sam gently brushed Y/N's hair away from her face, watching over her as he shared the concerning details with Angelique.

Angelique awkwardly laughed as she spoke, "Sam, Y/N wasn't drugged. She's in heat."

Sam froze for a moment before his brow creased, and his voice filled with confusion as he asked, "Heat? You mean like..." His words failed him as he struggled to find the kindest way to phrase it.

Angelique, however, finished his sentence, saying, "Mating? Yes. That's why she was coming to stay with me. She wasn't sure if it was going to hit with the seal, but she knew it was about time. So, just in case, she didn't want to be near you guys."

Y/N began to stir, causing Sam's gaze to shift from scanning the room to Y/N's half-lidded red eyes now trained on him. Angelique continued to explain, "She always comes to my house during this time to stay away from... people. Her sense of smell becomes keenly aware of any favorable mates nearby."

Sam's eyes never left Y/N's, except to watch her tongue poke out to wet her lips. His voice was timid as he said, "You don't say," realizing he might have gotten himself into a complicated situation.

Angelique warned Sam, "It would be best to avoid going near her for about a week. Just shut her door and let it run its course. It'll pass after a while, but having the temptation makes it difficult for her to control."

Sam then asked, his voice heavy with concern, "So if she were to catch our scent... What could we expect? Like, I think she has Dean's jacket with her from when we picked her up."

Angelique suddenly laughed, though her tone still sounded concerned, as she answered, "Dean might want to find somewhere else to stay for a week then. Once she has a scent that she wants, well, like I said, she has a hard time controlling herself."

“You’re joking right?” Sam swallowed hard, his eyes still locked on Y/N's, who had begun to gently sway her tails. It was evident she liked what she saw and smelled.

Angelique would offer some sense of hope, “I'll send you the suppressant I mix with her food. Just put the trays outside her door and let her know it's there.”

Sam nodded as he thanked Angelique, who wished him good luck before ending the call.

Tucking his phone into his pocket, Sam felt unsure of what to say as he awkwardly turned to walk out of the room. Closing the door behind him, he released a heavy exhale, trying to clear his mind and figure out how to handle this unexpected situation.

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Sam had been relentlessly trying to reach Dean, but the patchy reception out at Jody's was doing him no favors. Reluctant to bother Castiel, especially with the rare invitation from Clair, he found himself at a loss with Y/N's book in his hand. It offered no insights into their current predicament, leaving him frustrated.

Setting aside his fruitless reading, Sam turned his attention to the tray of food he had prepared earlier using the suppressants Angelique had sent. He discreetly placed it outside Y/N's door. The idea of drugging her food didn't sit well with him, but he understood it was the safest option for everyone involved. He could only hope that Y/N would eat and that the medication would soon take effect.

As Sam was about to turn away and leave Y/N to her meal, he was startled by her soft and vulnerable voice calling out to him. The sound of his name froze him in his tracks, torn between opening the door and maintaining some distance.

Opting for caution, he chose to respond through the closed door. "I brought you some food," he said gently. "I'll leave it at the door, so be sure to eat, alright?" Sam stood there, waiting for a reply, but the silence was deafening. Concern gnawed at him, and he called out again, his voice laced with worry. "Y/N, you alright?"

A whimper emanated from behind the door, followed by silence once more. Sam hesitated for a moment, debating whether to leave or to investigate further. With a roll of his eyes and a deep breath, he made the decision to open the door, tray of food in hand. He knew he had to confront whatever lay beyond that threshold; there was no turning back now.

As Sam entered the room, he found Y/N in a position mirroring their earlier encounter at the bar: sitting up in her bed, back against the headboard, knees drawn close to her chest, and arms wrapped protectively around them. Her head rested upon her knees, much like a person seeking solace from their own turmoil. The sight tugged at Sam's heart, reminding him of the vulnerability they had witnessed back at the bar.

Carefully, Sam placed the tray of food on her dresser, mindful not to make any sudden moves. The room was filled with the sounds of her soft, labored breaths and the gentle swaying of her tails against the sheets. Her ears, normally expressive, were now caught in a state of uncertainty, neither fully erect nor flattened against her head. A persistent flush still clung to her face, and her crimson eyes followed Sam's every move, tracking him like prey.

Y/N's voice, though soft and frail, reached out to him again, calling his name. It sent a shiver down Sam's spine as he turned to face her. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, an unconscious gesture of unease, and cleared his throat. "Angelique sent over the medicine that she gives you during this time. I added it to your food, so please try to eat, alright?"

Sam began to make his way to the door, but Y/N's plea stopped him in his tracks. "Please don't go," she implored, her voice laced with a hint of desperation.

Sam knew he was treading on dangerous ground, but he hesitated and then turned back to face her. With a heavy sigh, he met her gaze, realizing the complexity of their predicament. "Look, we both know it's not a good idea for me to be near you right now."

Y/N's voice, carrying across the room, held a hint of defiance as she responded, "Only if you would regret it afterward."

Sam's face betrayed a flicker of hurt at her words, and without thinking, he blurted out, "Of course I wouldn't regret it."

Y/N extended her legs, allowing them to dangle off the edge of her bed. It was at this moment that Sam noticed her attire, consisting of just a t-shirt and underwear. She inquired, her voice softer, her eyes focused on the floor, "You said you had feelings for me... was that not the truth?"

Sam's voice regained some confidence as he replied, "I wasn't lying."

Y/N nodded and continued, "Good, because neither was I."

With that declaration, she stood up, taking a few steps toward Sam. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes, and said, "And I would have no regrets."

As Y/N uttered those heartfelt words, Sam's eyes remained locked onto hers, and in that instant, something within him seemed to shift. His entire presence transformed, his normally hesitant and uncertain demeanor giving way to a commanding, confident posture. He stood taller, his shoulders squared back, and his posture rigidly upright as he loomed over Y/N's petite frame. The doubt and apprehension that had previously clouded his mind vanished, replaced by a newfound assurance born from Y/N's welcoming words.

Y/N watched as Sam's transformation unfolded before her. She could feel the subtle shift in his energy, and it only served to intensify her yearning for him. Her breath quickened at the mere act of looking up at him. She had noticed how his entire presence had become more dominating, and it stirred a deep desire within her.

Sam's voice, now steadier and more confident, cut through the charged atmosphere as he inquired, "What about Dean?"

Y/N's head tilted slightly to the side, a playful glint in her crimson eyes, as she responded, "You guys are good at sharing, right?"

Sam couldn't help but scoff, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he shook his head slightly. He looked down at Y/N, amused by her audacity, and remarked, "You're something else, you know that?"

Y/N's Kitsune nature, seemingly pleased by Sam's reaction, caused an involuntary hum of approval to escape her slightly parted lips. The sound washed over Sam like a seductive melody, coursing through his body and igniting a fiery response below the belt. He was acutely aware of the physical reaction Y/N was inducing in him.

Biting his lower lip, Sam warned her, giving her one last chance to reconsider, "If we do this, I don't think I will be able to stop."

Y/N never wavered in her unwavering gaze, her eyes locked onto his. She murmured softly, "I wouldn't want you to."

Without further words, Sam's strong arms swooped around her thighs, lifting her effortlessly until her legs encircled his waist. Y/N's hands found each other, locking together around his neck as Sam turned to leave her room, carrying her in his arms.

Sam felt a wave of heat emanate from Y/N's body as soon as their skin touched, and the warmth radiated through his like an electric current. His muscles tensed involuntarily as he lifted her and turned to leave. Y/N's head tucked into his shoulder, as if it were made for that very spot.

When she asked him “Where are we going?” her hot breath scorched Sam's neck. He clenched his teeth and let out a deep breath in order to control himself, “My room. I have what we need there.”

A purr, this one of excitement reverberated through Y/N's chest and straight into Sam's body. Every beat of his heart was matched by the intense heat radiating from her.

Quickly Y/N was loosing her control over her body as her mind was becoming clouded. Without warning she leaned into the crock of Sam's neck and planted a kiss on his collar bone before licking a stripe up to his pulse point where she was swirl her tongue before nipping at it.

This in turn earned her a deep raspy moan from Sam, who had never been so happy to see his bedroom door already open.

Their lips dance together, separating by only centimeters for less then a second for air before they were rejoined again. Y/N's hands slid back up to Sam's shoulders, one traveling further up into his hair while the other slid across his chest and down to the hem of his shirt. Y/N would snake her hand under the fabric now against his skin and up his back as she craved the feeling of skin to skin contact.

Sam re-positioned himself, kneeling between Y/N's legs as he broke away from their kiss. Without a pause, he pulled his shirt off in one swift motion. Y/N watched him every step of the way, drinking in each inch of his body with her eyes.

Sam ripped his shirt away, revealing his muscular chest. He fell forward, dangerously close to Y/N's body. His face hovered just above hers as his name escaped her lips in a soft moan of need. Her body arched up, pressing against him for the touch she craved.

Sam interlaced his fingers into her tresses, his grip ever so light yet domineering. His lips ravenous for her delicate skin, eagerly exploring the nape of her neck as he left enticing love-bites and marks in his wake.

At the same time, Sam's other hand glided over her side. His fingertips gently following her curves until they reached the crease of her thigh. He grabbed it with a grip and pulled it up, bending it at the knee and bringing their bodies close together. With one final push, his groin met hers in a perfect fit.

Y/N's mind was in a state of blissful delirium, her body aching with desire. Her breath came in short bursts as her chest heaved and her nipples hardened beneath her shirt. She quivered in anticipation, the heat between her legs almost unbearable as her panties grew wetter by the second. Every nerve ending begged for stimulation, craving to be touched until the pleasure crested and spilled over.

At last, Y/N found her words. Her voice was a soft murmur of longing and desire as she pleaded, “Sam, please. Give me more. I need you.”

Surprising Y/N with his urgent touch, Sam grabbed her shirt and pulled it up her body in one swift motion. As the fabric rustled along her skin like a gentle caress, he exposed her bare chest to the air. His lips parted as his hungry gaze lingered on her inviting curves while he deftly unzipped his trousers. With a shuddering breath, she lay beneath him, her breasts quivering with each labored inhalation. He was ready to consume her.

Y/N's eyes lit up as the man delicately discarded his garments, exposing his taut form. Her breath hitched when he revealed his rigid shaft pulsating with anticipation. The heat between her legs radiated outward as she watched him eagerly move back to her atop the soft sheets. Moisture seeped from her aroused core as he leaned on top of her.

Sam's mouth quickly engulfed one of her steeled nipples, swirling his tongue around it while his twitching cock poked at her sealed entrance.

Y/N's breath caught and a starved moan spilled from her lips. She wanted to move her hips against his, but instead he held her in place with one hand while the other moved to caress her breast with brutal tenderness. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body as he explored her curves. Her breath came out in shaky gasps as he touched her and all she could do was plead for more.

A deep and feral groan escaped Sam's lips as he pressed his manhood against her, allowing his hardness to slide along the fabric of her panties. At the first contact, a jolt went through Y/N; emanating from her core and causing a moan more lustful than before to reverberate off Sam's bedroom walls. He ground his hips into her even more fervently now, bringing his rigid member's head to knock against her hooded clit, urging her pleasure further still.

Y/N's pleading voice cried out, “S-Sam please. Please, more.”

Sam finally let go of her aroused nipple, sending shudders throughout her body. He spoke in a low and seductive voice as he said, “I know baby, just a little bit more.…”

Hearing this caused Y/N to whimper.

Sam rocked his hips forward, feeling the soft wet fabric of her panties against his rigid shaft. He continued to move, pushing further in and out until he reached her sensitive nub. With each thrust, her lips opened wider, splaying around his cock and providing friction as it passed through. Every time the head of his cock met her clit.

Y/N's low moans and breathy pants melted into one seductive melody that only grew louder as her desires intensified. Her voice rose in pitch, repeating Sam's name like a mantra, begging for more and more of what he gave. “Yes. Please. Sam. Sam. Sam.”

Finally Y/N's body arched as it trembled through her first release. Sam removed his hands from her hips so that she could move against his as she wanted.

The sight of her shaking with pleasure was too much for Sam to handle, but he managed to seize his engorged member at its base and locked himself in an iron-like grip as he gritted his teeth, desperately trying not to succumb to his own sweet bliss. His voice a mere whisper, he cursed in frustration, "Damn it.."

The waves of pleasure rippled through Y/N, sending shocks and shivers up her spine until her body quivered and sank onto the bed. Her deep red eyes were glazed over in a trance-like state as her head lulled to one side and Sam leaned down close to her ear, his lips grazing her earlobe as his husky voice crooned out soothingly, "Good girl."

Sam's fingertips urgently sought the waistband of her panties and his seductive words drifted through the air as he asked, “Can I still have you?” His hands continued to tantalize her with a gentle tugging sensation that sent tingles through her body.

Y/N's eyes were hooded and heavy lidded in a blissful trance as she nodded her head hungrily, wanting more from Sam’s touch. Her lips parted in a small whimper as she sighed with contentment; her whimper was low and throaty, like a soft purr of pleasure.

The kiss between them lingered, before Sam slowly drew away. His gaze lingered on Y/N's lips until he moved with purpose to his nightstand and retrieved a foil wrapper. Sitting up, he took a moment to appreciate the way Y/N watched him, admiringly, as he rolled the condom onto himself. Looking back into her eyes, he purred in a low voice, "We don't need any pups running around here yet."

Sam ran his hands along the curves of Y/N's body before finding her hips again and pushing them together. His fingertips left a fiery trail in their wake, as he lowered her panties to the floor. With one swift movement, he was upon her — pressing against her with an exquisite intensity that she never dreamed possible. His cock teased at her entrance before slowly sliding its way inside, inch by inch, until his head reached the depths of her innermost being.

Y/N's soft whimpers grew louder as Sam eased himself further inside her. Every inch was a flurry of pleasurable sensations, and soon enough he felt his entire length engulfed in her warmth. He couldn't keep himself from moaning any longer - she felt like heaven around him.

Sam's voice was deep and passionate as he moaned, “Y/N~ God, you feel so good.”

Y/N moaned her words, beckoning Sam with her silky voice. She seemed to be calling from a place deep within her, as she pleaded, "Sam. Move. Please. Oh please."

Sam's laughter vibrated with a devilish intensity as he almost forgot that the Y/N he was with was not his usual Y/N. His eyes glowed as he growled, "Yeah alright", before sliding out slowly, only to thrust back in with such vigor. His panting intensified as he repeated this wild action.

Y/N's voice rang out in a blissful cry, “More. Please!”

Sam thrust inside of her with an insatiable craving, as he felt every bit of her inner heat. Y/N whimpered with delight as waves of pleasure engulfed her. With each movement, she begged him for more, imploring in gentle gasps: "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Sam reveled in the feeling of his throbbing member deep inside Y/N as he titillated her most sensitive spot, eliciting a weak moan with every illicit caress. As the pleasure overtook her body she sank into him further, her vision blurring and senses dulling until nothing remained but their passionate connection.

In that moment, Sam recalled the advice his brother had given him. His hands eagerly moved down her back in sync with his thrusting. With strong, confident fingers he reached to grasp the base of her tails and took ahold of them, feeling the softness of her fur against his skin as he caressed them. He could feel Y/N's pleasure intensifying around him.

Y/N's body succumbed to Sam's skilled touch, every nerve alight with pleasure. With every caress of her tail, an unbearable heat pooled in her core, until it finally bloomed into a life-altering orgasm that seized her entire being. Y/N felt her walls shudder and tighten around Sam's cock as she quaked in pleasure.

"Shit, gonna.. cum." Sam drove into Y/N, each thrust more fervent than the last. His hands grasped her curves with a passion, pulling her hips against him. Every muscle in his body tensed from the exquisite sensations that ran through him. Sam felt his orgasm build until finally, it crashed over him and released a wave of hot ecstasy deep within Y/N as he pushed himself even harder into her warm embrace.

Heaving, he stopped and let his gaze roam her body. She lay beneath him in a trance of pleasure, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath, sweat beading off her curves. Her eyes were half lidded, her mouth agape as the wetness of her tongue glistened from between her lips.

Finally Sam pulled out of Y/N, a feeling she greatly disliked. When he withdrew his cock from her, the air that had warmed her felt cold in comparison. He removed the used condom and then picked up his shirt. Tired and coming down from their evening together he tossed the soiled condom away he used his shirt to clean her, he felt like this would suffice for now. Afterward he tossed it aside again and drew the covers over them both as he laid next to her.

Y/N's mind was a blur, her thoughts all muddled up like leaves in a storm. She turned to Sam who stood beside her, and he pulled her closer, tucking her head under his chin as he wrapped his strong arm around her waist. The heat from his broad chest seeped into her body, bringing with it a sense of calm. He whispered gently, "get some rest", and the words sent shivers down Y/N's spine. It was then that she realized how deeply she had been longing for this moment, for someone to hold her close and keep her safe. She closed her eyes and let herself sink into the embrace, feeling loved like never before.

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The bunker's kitchen was filled with the enticing aroma of a hearty breakfast as Sam carefully balanced a loaded tray. It held an assortment of delicious morning delights: fresh-cut fruit, eggs, toast, bacon, sausage, and beverages - water and orange juice. Sam's face bore a mixture of determination and anticipation as he prepared to deliver the meal.

Just as he was about to turn the corner into the hallway leading to the bedrooms, the distinct sound of fluttering wings echoed through the bunker. It wasn't a single wingbeat, but two. Sam halted in his tracks, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected arrival.

Dean, with a mischievous grin dancing on his lips, appeared before Sam. His eyes locked onto the bacon that beckoned from the tray, and his stomach issued a low growl of longing. He couldn't hide his delight as he reached out to snatch a piece.

"Morning, Sammy!" Dean greeted cheerfully, clearly more interested in breakfast than anything else. "How's our girl doing?"

Sam, however, was not in the mood for pleasantries, and he swiftly pulled the tray of food out of Dean's reach, thwarting his bacon heist. His voice carried a note of frustration as he confronted his brother, "Where the hell have you been all night? I've been calling you."

Dean's grin remained intact, even in the face of bacon deprivation. He explained, his tone light, "Cass got drunk, and we thought it was better to stay put instead of flying under the influence." He appeared quite proud of himself for convincing Castiel to imbibe, though Sam couldn't help but regard him skeptically.

However, when Sam continued to eye him, waiting for the punchline, and nothing further was said, Dean's defense was simply, "Besides, you know the service out there isn't the best."

Just then, Dean's phone, forgotten in his pocket, burst into a cacophony of vibrations and notifications. He retrieved it and turned the screen towards Sam, displaying an array of missed calls and messages.

Dean chuckled as he read the messages on his phone screen, "Ah, I see. Just got all your calls and messages. Geez, 10 missed calls? What did I miss?"

Sam, exasperated by his brother's nonchalant attitude, huffed “Just listen to the messages.” Without further ado, he continued down the hallway towards Y/N's room, carrying the tray of food with him.

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Sam, now in the hallway after delivering breakfast to Y/N's room, was met with a bewildered and flustered Dean, who had just finished listening to the voicemail messages. Dean's usual carefree demeanor had been replaced with one of total shock.

With a look of utter disbelief on his face, Dean approached Sam, blurting out his question, "Heat? Like wild animals going at it non-stop mating heat?" The words tumbled out in a mixture of astonishment and disbelief.

Sam regarded his brother with a mix of concern and slight embarrassment, not entirely comfortable with the crude analogy. He responded carefully, "Y/N probably wouldn't appreciate that analogy, but essentially, yes."

Dean's eyes widened as they darted between Sam and Y/N's door, connecting the dots swiftly. He had just seen Sam exiting her room, but the information he had gleaned from the phone call suggested that it wasn't a good idea. Finally, Dean pointed an accusatory finger at his brother, moving it from Sam to Y/N's door, and then back to Sam again, as if accusing him of something. "You two already did it, didn't you?"

Sam sighed, the defensive tone in his voice clear as he replied, "Yeah, we did."

Dean's expression shifted, revealing a mix of betrayal and sheer disbelief as he exclaimed, "Sam!"

Sam bristled slightly, ready to defend his actions. "What, Dean? You're going to tell me it wasn't fair because you were getting Cass hammered? Technically, it was my turn."

Dean met Sam's gaze with a stern look, clearly disappointed in his brother for using that kind of logic in this situation. He countered, "We both made an agreement not to make a serious move unless she approached us first."

Sam scoffed, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "Oh, and you think it's completely impossible that she would choose me over you?"

Dean rolled his eyes and clarified, "I didn't say that! But who knows where her head is in that condition?"

Sam was taken aback by Dean's words, his expression shifting from frustration to disbelief. "So you think I took advantage of her?"

Dean shook his head emphatically, his voice firm and reassuring. "No! Of course not!"

After a heavy sigh, Dean seemed at a loss for words, unsure of how to convey his complex feelings and thoughts on the matter.

Sam's voice carried a weight of sincerity and intensity as he addressed Dean, his words laced with a profound seriousness. He gazed deeply into his brother's eyes, as if imploring him to truly understand. "Listen, Dean. I don't know about you, but I'm serious here about her. More serious than I've been about anyone since..." Sam's voice faltered momentarily, emotions welling up within him as he struggled to say the one name that stirred up a whirlwind of painful memories, "Since Jess, alright?"

Dean maintained his silence, allowing Sam to pour out his feelings, understanding that these words were coming from a deep, heartfelt place. He listened attentively as Sam continued, his voice holding a mix of hope and uncertainty.

"And I know this life doesn't allow people like us the chance to make connections like that, but maybe this time it's different," Sam expressed, his eyes searching Dean's for a glimpse of understanding. "I mean, not only is she a hunter and a damn good one, but she's stronger than either of us. Hell, I think at this point she's saved us more than we've saved her. I know she brings her own troubles because of what she is, but maybe that's the trade-off we take to just have someone special in our lives. And I'm okay with that. Even... even if that means sharing."

Dean's eyebrows shot up in surprise and confusion. "Sharing?" he asked, needing clarification. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, and his curiosity drove him to ask for more details.

Sam nodded, his face reflecting a mix of exhaustion and anxiety. He explained, "I asked her about you before we did anything. She brought up sharing, and in all honesty, if that's what she wants, well, at least it's you."

Dean was taken aback by this revelation. He struggled to find the right words to respond to such an unexpected proposition.

Dean's initial shock slowly gave way to a reluctant acceptance of the situation. He still seemed unsure and slightly uncomfortable with the idea, but Sam's reasoning seemed to have an impact.

Dean's voice was shaky as he tried to make sense of it all. "Look, Sammy, I'm flattered, really, but don't you think it'd be a bit weird?" He was genuinely concerned about the potential awkwardness of the arrangement.

Sam, however, appeared more pragmatic about the situation. He shrugged and replied, "Yeah, maybe in the beginning. But you know there would be ground rules in place. And we already told her how we both felt, and the feeling was mutual. Honestly, it could be weirder having you stand by trying to act like everything was fine when we know it's not."

Dean scratched the back of his neck, his mind clearly wrestling with the idea. He hesitantly asked, "So, what, we would both be her boyfriends?"

Sam considered the question for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I guess so."

Dean continued to process this unexpected turn of events. He finally agreed, "Fine, what the hell, we'll give it a shot."

Sam nodded in response. "Alright. Well, I guess we'll set those ground rules once she's more herself."

Dean tried to lighten the mood with a somewhat awkward chuckle. "She's pretty bad right now, huh?"

Sam gave Dean an exasperated look before continuing down the hall they had come through. The conversation had taken an unexpected turn, and the brothers were now faced with navigating the complexities of their evolving relationship with Y/N.

End Chapter.

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[preraphaeliteknight]

I've spent a few days thinking about what to do moving forward. It's not the breakup of a celebrity couple that's affected me the most, it's the feeling of losing my safe space in the Tumblr Swiftie fandom. Every time I've logged onto this app in the last few days I've flinched and quickly exited the dash to get away from yet another take mocking and ridiculing Joe. Or minimizing his very valid fears. "Unbothered 3.0". Rewriting history to make the last 6 years seem insignificant. Comparing him to CH as if petty jealousy is the issue here and not years of harassment. Celebrating the return of Taylor Swift, The Brand, no matter what that means for her future happiness. And circulating pressers that make it sound like Joe was a therapy dog who's no longer needed. All of which is making me feel physically ill. For both of them. And even when this stuff isn't coming from the people I follow (who for the most part have nuanced and fair takes), it's coming from their anons. And no matter what I do I can't get away from the outright cruelty and shocking lack of empathy for the person Taylor has credited with saving her life. Even though swifties know better than anyone what Joe has had to put up with for over half a decade. Given that treatment, I suppose it shouldn't surprise me that this is how he's being discarded. But fuck it hurts. So where does this leave me? This blog was never supposed to be an update account or an ask blog. I just wanted a space to fangirl over my favorite actor. But in the last few months this has become a space for Joe fans to be excited for his upcoming projects and clown over castings (remember a few weeks ago when we were giddily figuring out his next movie because of insta follows? yeah, take me back to that please). And I know some of you rely on this blog as a space to both appreciate Joe and vent your frustrations with his unfair treatment. I have 70+ asks in my inbox right now, the vast majority of which are well written, thoughtful takes on what's been happening. And I agree with pretty much all of it. Thank you for taking the time to send me your thoughts. But the truth is, I simply don't have the emotional capacity to reply to them right now. I can't do it. I can't talk and think and dwell on this. To quote a song that's too painful to listen to right now: "I'm just too soft for all of it." So I feel like I have two options if I ever want to be able to be active on Tumblr again: 1. Unfollow all swifties. Because just seeing pictures of Taylor (especially from the pap walk) makes me feel ill. And it's affecting my opinion of her even though I'm mad at her fans, and not her. And I don't want that to happen or the music to be tarnished. But I also don't want to break mutuals and hurt someone's feelings. And I want to know what's going on with Taylor. I'm a huge fan of her too, and I want to be excited for tour and the re-recordings. So that's why I'm going with option 2: Take a proper break. A real one, this time. Hopefully this all won't feel so hard with some time and distance. I don't know if it will solve anything, because swifties will get back to talking about Joe in the future (whenever she makes art about this) and then I'll probably have to flinch every time I open this app again. Because he will have been reduced to yet another ex swifties can make fun of. So maybe I have to go with both options in the end. If I do, I hope any mutuals out there know not to take it personally. I wish more than anything that I could return to the days of being a casual fan who wouldn't have thought twice about any of this. And maybe that's what I need to try to get back to. For my own sanity's sake. I'm sorry to any Joe fans out there who need a place to vent. I feel like I'm letting you down, but I just can't do this right now. Maybe I'll be able to in the future. Maybe I'll leave this blog and go back to my main instead where the subjects will be more varied. I don't know. I'll always be a Joe fan though, and no shitty presser or swiftie narrative is going to change that.

Please just be kind to each other, and to Taylor and Joe. Let's hope the best for both of them, and please please please don't tarnish all the good that this relationship gave them. And all the beautiful music it gave us.

All my love

#I won't delete the app or anything so you can always dm me if you want to #and I have notifications on for joealwyndaily so I'll probs reblog if anything exciting happens #but yeah I'll see you when I see you and sorry for the rant

[irondad-defensesquad]

How to Disappear Completely

Also on AO3! This is purely a vent fic so characters might be OOC. TRIGGER WARNINGS - suicide attempt (overdose), suicidal thoughts, near death, vomiting, and hospitalization. DO NOT SHIP PETER AND TONY. P/ROSHIP DNI.

“Hey, Mr. Stark. It’s me again. How are you doing? How’s the trip? You’ve been away for a couple of days now, haha…”

Peter doesn’t get any reply. He sighs.

“I guess my patrol hasn’t been too bad. But school has been stressing me out lately. Sometimes I wish I could leave the Decathlon, but I already left the school band and a bunch of other things… I dunno, I don’t think I can handle things the way I used to.”

He stares at the night sky, listening to the whole city. It never sleeps and neither will Peter.

“Ned has been sick all week. It’s nothing serious, but he needs to rest and I don’t want to bug him. Aunt May has been busy, working a lot more night shifts, and I know it’s my fault. I rarely see her now. She still texts me or calls me to know how I’m doing, but it’s not the same, y’know?” Peter narrates. “And I know you and Happy have more important things to do, I get it, it’s fine.”

As he says that, he starts tearing up.

“... I wish I could’ve told you to stay,” Peter admits. “That’s really selfish of me, I know. You don’t have to drop everything for my sake. I wouldn’t want you to do that. I just…” He sniffs. “I miss you, Mr. Stark. I-I feel like I don’t have anyone else right now. And it’s not like I’m hurt or anything… I just miss you very much.”

He half uncovers his face so his mask doesn’t get gross with tears and snot.

“... You know when you come home and you don’t feel anything? Even after you had a good day or you didn’t feel like shit all day? But then you get home and you see how empty it is… you feel so lonely that it hurts, somehow. It’s empty but it hurts, real bad. Have you ever felt like that, Mr. Stark? Or is it just me?” Peter wishes to god that someone answered this. “A-And it hurts so much that… you wish you could disappear. Because you don’t want to go back outside, but you don’t want to be home, either. There’s nothing for you in either.”

The emptiness is right there, in Peter’s silence. It’s there with the lack of the other line. It’s always there and it will always be there, no matter how busy Peter may be, no matter how hard he might laugh with his best friend, or how happy he might be when Tony compliments him and touches him. Every night that Peter comes back home, there’s nothing left. Peter will never be fulfilled.

He can’t stay home, he can’t stay outside… Where should he go?

…

“Mr. Stark…” Peter gulps, despite the fact Tony isn’t even here. But he needs to say it before it’s too late.

“... I love–”

“You’ve reached the limit of voicemails.”

Even his phone is telling him to shut up.

Peter inhales but he’s unable to filter out his frustration. He growls and throws his phone to the ground, easily cracking it in many pieces. Oh, great. How is he going to get a new phone now? After he broke so many? How is Aunt May going to pay for another one if he’s just going to break it again and again?

He’s sobbing violently in his empty apartment, his chest aching and suffocating him. His cries echo in all rooms, but not a soul will ever hear.

Peter can’t do this anymore.

He can’t be alone anymore.

He’s so tired.

It feels like the walls are all surrounding him and they’re crushing him. He has no way out, not even upwards. There isn’t a light above that can give him hope. No one can save it, not even himself.

He needs to go. Where to? How?

The pain is too much for him to handle.

Peter wishes he could sleep. He hasn’t slept well in days. Likely since Tony left New York.

… he remembers that Tony left him some enhanced medication. Not necessarily for sleeping, but they help Peter sleep when he’s in pain. Maybe if he takes enough, he might be able to sleep faster.

The teenager simply takes the pot of pills and he doesn’t process how many he grabs and puts in his mouth. He swallows them all with one huge sip of water. The effects don’t happen in an instant; he gradually feels his mind spinning and the world around him blurring.

He drops in his bed, knocking something over. It reminds him of when the effects of the spider bite left him sick. He thought he was going to die.

Peter starts crying, realizing Aunt May and Uncle Ben aren’t here to take care of him.

He’s fading, he can tell.

He couldn’t even say goodbye. Or “I’m sorry” or “I love you”.

Peter can only hug the blanket, the only thing that is really there for him.

What he would give to have a hug from Tony now.

But Tony is not coming, is he?

The black hole inside Peter is sucking everything in. Soon, he won’t be there anymore.

Maybe this is for the best. For everyone.

… He can vaguely tell that his suit made a noise. He doesn’t know what it is, and it doesn’t matter anymore.

He’s going to sleep.

He’ll sleep now.

He’ll…

…

--

“... there you go, Peter. You’re going to be okay.”

A delicate hand is caressing his forehead.

It’s like something is burning his stomach all the way up.

And Peter releases the lava inside him.

It hurts so much that he cries.

“You’re doing great, sweetheart.”

It all feels so vague, he doesn’t recall falling asleep.

Peter slowly blinks his eyes open. Someone is still there.

“Hi,” Aunt May smiles at him. Though she looks like she cried.

“May…?” Peter calls her. “Y-You’re… home earlier?”

Her smile fades a little. “Not exactly.”

“Huh? Wait…”

He finally realizes this isn’t his bedroom. He’s in a hospital room but not in any ordinary hospital. Peter is more than familiar with this place.

“... MedBay?” He asks. “Tower…?”

May nods. “You’re going to be okay. They were able to stop the medications from going too far. Tony had something under his sleeve.”

Peter’s eyes open a little more. “Tony?”

“Yes, he’ll be here soon. You missed him, right?”

“W-What do you mean? I-Is he actually here?”

May nods again. Peter doesn’t know what to feel.

“B-But… he was out of town…”

“He sent an armor to rescue you, but he’s already back home.”

This is what Peter wanted, right?

But not like this. How has Tony felt? Is he angry? Is he sad?

In fact, May doesn’t seem to be angry.

“Once he finishes talking to the doctors, he’ll be here,” she reassures Peter, who still doesn’t know how to take the news.

“I-I’m sorry, Aunt May. I’m sorry I did something so stupid…”

“Shhh… You’re going to be alright.” She hugs him but does not engulf him so as not to hurt her nephew.

Peter feels so selfish right now. And he doesn’t understand why May isn’t mad.

Once she lets go, she asks, “How are you feeling?”

“Really sick…”

May smooths his brown curls, looking pained. Like she wishes she could take away all of Peter’s suffering, when that’s impossible for anyone, even Peter himself.

Then he starts hearing outside noises. Fancy shoes of a businessman.

The door opens slowly…

“Hey there, underoos.”

Tony looks awful. He might still wear a fancy suit, but the shirt is messy and there’s no tie. The man looks like he aged a whole decade. He’s smiling yet he might have cried as much if not more than May did.

“M-Mr. Stark…” Peter tears up even more and it’s not clear if it’s out of relief or regret.

“It’s good to see you,” Tony says, swallowing a sigh.

May stands up so Tony sits next to the boy.

“It was quite a scare, huh?” His mentor observes, though not pointing any fingers at what caused the scare in the first place. Tony lowers his gaze for a moment. “I’m really sorry, Peter, I’m sorry I didn’t keep in touch–”

“No, Mr. Stark–”

“I knew you sent voicemails and I should’ve–”

“Y-You were busy, I get it… I’m sorry I made you come back.”

“Kid… you’ll always come first. You’re never going to make me do anything. You need help, so I’m going to help you, alright?”

“You can call me too, Peter,” May joins them. “I’ll do anything to get to you.”

The teen shakes his head. “Why aren’t you mad at me? W-Why won’t you hate me for… for being like this?”

“We’re not going to get mad when you need help,” Tony tells him. “Or when you’re in pain.”

“Why?”

“Because we love you, Peter,” May answers.

“Why?”

Loving me is just going to get you killed, he wants to add.

“Because you’re our kid, we love everything about you in all of your moments, no exceptions,” Tony still smiles for him.

At this point, Peter is unable to protest anymore. He bursts out in tears, and from each side, May and Tony wrap their arms around him. He can’t fathom to understand this readiness, this kind of comprehension.

Their top priority is to stay with Peter. That’s all that matters.

Soon enough, Tony convinces May to get some food. She doesn’t have to pay anything, he made sure of that. She grins at him gratefully, trusting him with Peter without even saying words. Once she leaves, Tony reveals some water he must have gotten for Peter. Problem is, he feels sick and he doesn’t want to throw up, but he definitely feels thirsty as well.

“Slowly, okay?" Tony instructs. "If you need to throw up, I have a bin right here."

Peter just takes a small sip. It’s kind of hard to swallow, but for now he doesn’t gag.

“Good job,” the hero compliments.

The boy sniffs. “H-How did you know?”

Tony suddenly looks tired.

“You were wearing your suit,” he replies simply.

“... Oh.”

I put everything in your suit.

“And… did you hear my voicemails?”

“All of them while I was on my way here.”

Peter groans. “Mr. Stark… Gosh, I’m so sorry for being clingy…”

“Well, would I be clingy to admit I missed you, too?”

“... You missed me?”

“Duh.”

Tony doesn’t sound that snarky admitting that. Neither does he joke that Peter is giving him gray hairs.

“I should’ve made that clearer, huh?”

“I-It’s okay–”

“Seriously, kid. I should’ve been more present. I promise you I’ll remind you more often that I remember you and that you’re not annoying me.”

Peter reflects.

“... Do I really mean that much?”

“You have no idea.”

Peter would’ve blushed if he weren’t so drained out.

He relaxes a little more. But there is a question in his head right now.

“... What is going to happen to me?”

Tony seems to be ready for that question.

“Well, you won’t be Spider-Manning for a while, and you’re not going to be alone. We’ll see how you’ll be tomorrow, but I’m certain that you didn’t have any serious complications. I had the right antidote. You might just feel sick for a few days, though.”

Peter ponders. “Y-You’re not going to send me away, right? To that place?”

Hearing the fear in his voice, Tony sits closer to him to also pat his head.

“No, kiddo. I’ll make sure you have the best treatment, alright?” He ensures. “And I promise no one is going to hurt you or isolate you.”

Peter has heard about psych wards and how hostile they can be. And he cannot imagine what it would be like for someone with mutant powers there.

“Me, your aunt, everyone is going to be there for you at every step of the process. We’ll figure it out slowly. And you’re not going to feel instantly better, and that’s okay. Don’t be afraid to tell us when you’re not feeling okay or if we mess up. We’ll listen. Okay, Peter?”

Tony always sounds so certain and determined when it comes to Peter. The latter will never truly understand that. But he nods and accepts it.

“Okay.”

The man, once again, hugs him. This time for a little longer.

Peter has some strength to hug back with one arm.

“... I love you,” he whispers. “I-I love you, Mr. Stark.”

Tony doesn’t respond at first…

Then he’s tightening his grip a little bit.

“I love you too, kiddo.”

And Peter can hear thousands of other words in it. Tony doesn’t have to say them.

The boy cries again.

Not only because Peter could finally say it… But most importantly, he’s alive to actually hear it back from Tony.

It won’t get rid of the black hole… but it will help Peter manage it.

#lotus speaks #irondad #fics #my fics #suicide tw #suicide attempt tw #suicidal thoughts tw #overdose tw #anti starker #vent fic #hospital tw #vomit tw

[gravity-barbie]

The Sparrows helping you through a panic attack HCs

Request

This can be read as platonic or romantic

Masterlist

Marcus Hargreeves

-Marcus has definitely seen a panic attack growing up the way he did, and might not admit it but he’s probably had a few of his own so he realises what’s happening pretty quickly

-He’s no expert though, and while he tries harder than ever to keep his composure to ground you, seeing you like this makes him nervous, so he’s uncharacteristically jittery and uncertain at first, asking you too many questions that only make it harder for you to calm down

-He’s able to get a hang of it quickly though, he just needed to turn on his leader brain, then he’s able to talk you through some deep breathing and slowly get you communicating

-Still he remains angry at himself afterwards for his rocky start and makes sure to do his research on panic attacks so he’ll handle himself better in the future if this happens again

Ben Hargreeves

-Ben seems almost as scared as you are at first, but he knows he can’t freeze up and he isn’t going to leave you even for a minute so he tackles the problem head on

-He isn’t a naturally calm person, it’s taking all his self-discipline to keep his cool and not scare you away with a dumb outburst, it doesn’t help that it’s insanely hard to concentrate when he’s seeing you in such a pained state

-He gets you as focused as he can, keeping eye contact, and trying to get you talking about what happened or at least what you need now, and he’s actually a lot better at talking sense and getting you in touch with reality than he thought he would be

-He is the type to offer solutions and advice which may or may not be helpful, and despite how arrogant he may sound it is coming from a place of deep care, proven by his unusual softness towards you over the following days

Fei Hargreeves

-Fei notices your panic attack is coming on before any obvious signs, as soon as your response time starts lagging she checks on you, and leads you somewhere more secluded when she realises you’re starting to hyperventilate

-She already has such a calming but firm presence that you really need in a time like this, plus she was the wisdom to remind you to slow your breathing, offer you physical comfort if you’re not too touch-averse or keep a reasonable distance if you are

-Even though she’s had the years of practice needed to outwardly be very calm and practical, you did give her quite a scare, more than she’d admit to, and she acts almost kind of clingy in the aftermath

-She’s a lot more conscious of you after this, keeping an eye on you in potentially triggering environments, hoping next time she’ll be able to catch you before you start spiralling into a panic attack

Alphonso Hargreeves

-Alphonso is not the best person to have a panic attack around, he gets super uncomfortable when you’re just a little sad so he’s absolutely lost when you’re this inconsolable

-All his bravado just melts away and he’s so worried but eager to help like a desperate puppy, though he has absolutely no idea what he’s doing and is scared to make it worse

-Because of that he doesn’t actually do all that much but he stays attached to your side, cautiously rubbing your back and hoping you’ll eventually tell him what you need

-He can be pretty sweet and verbally affectionate in times like this, not without half-hearted attempts to lighten the mood with humour which could actually be helpful

Sloane Hargreeves

-It’s incredibly hard for Sloane to see you like this, she’ll tear up a little but stay stronger than she feels for your sake

-She’s a natural at caring for people, she’ll hold you if you give her permission and/or instruct you into a better breathing pattern and gently coax some words out of you

-She’ll let you vent if you need to and validate any sadness or frustration you have but she’ll also try to brighten your mood, get you talking about, happy, relaxing thoughts

-She absolutely dotes on you for the rest of the day, she’s either by your side or off getting something for you, and is just remarkably kind and gentle even by her standards

Jayme Hargreeves

-Jayme is not the most empathetic person, if it was almost anyone else she probably would of left it for someone else to deal with but it’s you so she takes it seriously

-Fortunately as a naturally stoic and straightforward person, she’s very in her element when it comes to keeping you grounded and talking you back to reality, she doesn’t even really have to try

-It’s actually refreshing the way she doesn’t make too big a deal about it or treat you like a bomb, she’s just there with you, following your lead

-Afterwards she wants to know what caused it, if it’s a person they’re getting the beating of their life, if it was something like crowds or noise she’ll do her best to shield you from those things in the future

Christopher Hargreeves

-Christopher is an expert at tearing people down, comforting them however is foreign territory, still he stays a lot stronger than many of his siblings would

-He resents his inhuman shape in this moment though, he usually doesn’t mind appearing cold and alien but now when he wants nothing more than to calm you it’s a real burden, he’s intimidating (or at least he certainly thinks so), he can’t offer any physical comfort, he can’t even use a soothing tone of voice

-But he’s a rational thinker, and so tries to talk you back down to earth quite pragmatically, though he’s notably gentler with his words than usual, and that combination of kindness and logic works wonders

-He feels a strange kind of guilt the next time he uses his power on someone, as he can’t help remembering you crying and hyperventilating when he sees his victim writhing around in fear

#the umbrella academy #tua #the sparrow academy #marcus hargreeves x reader #sparrow ben x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #fei hargreeves x reader #alphonso hargreeves x reader #sloane hargreeves x reader #jayme hargreeves x reader #christopher hargreeves x reader #tua x you #tua x reader #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy preferences #anxiety tw #panic attack tw

[sylvaridreams]

i have to ramble about gw2 tumblr and why i like it and how much i appreciate you guys hold on. long + a minor vent maybe below the cut.

I was in the community like 8 and 9 years back, pretty active in... 2014-2016 maybe? and *I* had a lot of fun just sharing stuff and reblogging and gushing about things and how much I liked other peoples' characters, but always felt a wall of separation with other bloggers who Did Not seem to appreciate it or want to be near me so it was like. simultaneously a lot of fun and also very isolating at times. anyway didn't play for a bit then couldn't play for a long while... coming back to the game, and then later the community early this year, I feel like I found all the right people to follow and lurk around and talk to. like for the most part it feels like people are as excited to be here as i was and am, it feels like everyone's having a similar amount of fun as opposed to just like, tolerating me silently. and I really like being able to share stuff that I make here sometimes.

I have a complex about being too much/ too annoying to others, and with being ignored, and my friends are aware that I have this kind of issue and that being ignored hurts me a lot. And several of them have similar complexes resulting from being ignored and mocked as children so I know they get how painful it is to have those feelings set off. But I've been told that it's selfish and unrealistic that I want my friends to care about things I say and do so it's. I dunno it doesn't make sense to me but I'm viewing it from my own perspective so maybe they see something else... but it's frustrating and hurts to talk about my stuff and post things especially art I'm really proud of and it'll be dead silent for like 3 days, and then someone else will post art and the chat will blow up with everyone discussing their art instead. 🧍‍♂️ I don't know. feels selfish just to say. I can get friends not reading my writing or what I say on chats or not wanting to come to my streams, or a cold shoulder to a certain point... I just don't really share stuff with friends anymore, because knowing that they don't care about my stuff and that it's wrong to want them to care about it doesn't make it hurt less for me. I'm working on that to try to change that about myself but it's slow.

Anyway all this to say I really appreciate having the gw2 community u_u I live a pretty isolating existence and I don't get to go crazy and talk about my stuff often or show people what I've made. And I love seeing everyone else get to do the same. It's a lot of fun even like. Holding myself back to not be too ? weird about everything in the world. I'm having a lot of fun and I enjoy seeing peoples' characters and reading their lore and reading AU stuff, and just looking at your posts with my big eyes. I'd love to play with more of you in game too. Um but that's basically it, thanks for being cool and letting me hang out and blorbo post among you. it means a lot that so many people get excited about Alba for me. like at the April art party when I showed up and people came running at me to see me it was startling and I clammed up out of nerves but also it was? reaffirming that people actually like him and wanted to come see him! 😊 OK wrapping it up cool community, having a good time. meow. alba image for whoever reads this.

#rereading a post 180000 times before posting it to make sure it's semi-coherent is basically all the diagnosis i need.

[a-library-of-old]

could you do Jack with a magical reader? A mermaid,perhaps? Male or NB reader pls

I'd love to! Though all my posts are made with a gn reader so I'll be keeping that up in this as well (accessibility reasons and the fact I'm NB to)

I'll be assuming the readers a mermaid for this one!

So, the whole reason he even took you was for display proposes in his trophy room, the floor being pain stakingly turned into the 'perfect' tank to house you in once he'd get you

The only hard part would be catching you as of course, Jack couldn't have just a n y mermaid! No! He has to have the perfect one, you

This leads to many a hunters after you as they attempt to trap you in nets and straight just grabbing the back of your tail (tell Jack later and he'll have there heads)

When he does finally get his hands on you though? Expect to be treated like some new toy at first

Manhandling, observations, poking, prodding, and over all just a one over before finally dumping you into the tank, laughing

At first he only uses you as something to show off, not even bothering to feed you as he can always have a servant do as such

Over time though? Well he starts to get curious, and you've been getting quite lonely I imagine despite all the things he's given your tank

So one day he opens the lid and sits down to talk to ya, only getting semi-frustrated if you don't immediately come up!

With this talk though you both learn more about the other, like how you can take your gills and flipper off similar to how a selkie can with her seal like apperance

So one day you do and (after a very quick clothes change) get to be out and about!

Of course at first Jack uses this time to show you off even more, and whenever he needs a favor he tends to use your flippers as leverage in this stage of almost??? Friendship

It doesn't take long however of the routine you've both settled into for something more then just feelings of friendship begin to grow

After all your always there during Jack's business meetings, when he gets a new treasure, and even a great ear to vent to while he's half drunk about the employees

Jack isn't just taking for once though! He's been trying to get food you specifically like, giving you more free time and even a lil area in his factory to just he yours asides from the tank. He even stops using your flippers against you!

So when he reveals he's had a even bigger tank for you built at his mansion (attached to the factory) it doesn't take long for things to shift

Which all comes ahead one night when your both eating dinner at his desk in the trophy room, again Jack's had a bit more then he should to drink so you know you'll need to help him to his bed

Only by the time dinners done and your laying the man down, who's acting quite the happy drunk I must add, you end up going down with him!

I don't think it take much to imagine his shock when he woke up hungover with you in his arms! And the explanation??? Blasphemous! Almost as much as the kiss on the cheek you give him before running off to your nearest tank

Oh he's so red and shocked! Barley able to remember admitting his growing feelings for you the night before!

From then on though? Well your more then just the mermaid in the trophy room

#big jack horner #jack horner #jack horner x reader #puss in boots #puss in boots: the last wish #big jack horner x reader #pie man #i loved this one so much! #might write more if anyone asks #👀👀