#there was a storm last night so i couldnt sleep

[veryberryjelly]

fidget

felix catton x fem!reader

cw : none, no mention of y/n.

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

saltburn was your favourite place to be.

you had been spending your summers there since you were 14 and you met felix at school.

at 16 felix decided to kiss you by the lake and you had been inseparable since then.

even at oxford, it was very rare that you'd spend a night alone, either sleeping in felix's dorm or having him over at yours.

your summers at the house were always enjoyable, unless god forbid you fell unwell over the time you stayed there.

and unfortunately, that had happened this year.

you were curled up in your bed, curtains drawn as the burning sun heated up the entire room.

even with the warmth from the sun, the hot water bottle on your stomach and the duvet over your body, you were still shivering.

of course your period had to come on the hottest day of the year, when you would be constantly taking off your covers and putting them back on moments later.

your eyes were clenched shut as you willed yourself to fall asleep so you could wake up and be rid of your devilish cramps.

but of course, that was not what god had in store for you as your boyfriend burst into your room.

" mornin' sweetheart " he said, making his way over to your bed where he sat down , his hand lifting to brush some hair from your face. " what're you doing sleeping in here? i was waiting for you last night "

while you would normally relish in the feeling of felix playing with your hair, right now everything was sensitive and you couldnt take it.

" you were asleep when i came in, didnt want to wake you " you muttered, clearly lying through your teeth as you lifted your hand to move his off of your face, instead choosing to loop your little finger through his.

that was about much touch as you could handle at the moment.

felix was not having that as the reason. you knew he didnt care if you woke him up, as long as he woke up to you in his arms. it was then that he noticed the furrow in your brow and the lick of sweat over your forehead.

" what's up, sweetness? you dont look so good " he said, shifting a little closer to you, his leg lifting up onto the bed so you couldnt avoid this conversation.

you were hesitant, never having discussed this with felix before as there wasnt ever a need to, but the soft movement of him sliding his hand into your practically made you melt.

" i got my period last night, didnt want to stain your sheets or keep you up with my fidgeting " whenever you got cramps it was impossible to get comfortable. no position was good enough to ease the storm in your uterus.

" so you deprived me of your cuddles last night because you didnt want to ruin my sheets? " he asked, his brow raising incredulously.

" didn't think you'd want to deal with my fidgeting either. " you admitted, clutching your hot water bottle a little tighter.

" oh, baby, i don't care. i want to be there for you when you're not feeling good. " he explained, shifting on the bed again so he was sat up agains the headboard. " now because you robbed me of your company last night, you have no choice in letting me take care of you now. " he said with a soft smile.

" you don't have to do that, lex- "

you were swiftly cut off by felix " i dont have to, but i want to. i'm going to get you something to drink, then how would you feel about a bath ?"

you had to admit that sounded amazing, being engulfed in warm water for a little while.

" that sounds really nice " you agreed, lifting your head slightly to rest against his leg, still clad in his pyjama pants. " but dont leave yet "

your final word caused a soft laugh to come from his lips, his hand lifting to rest on your back, the other still clutched in yours.

" okay, we can stay here a while "

#·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 #·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐟𝐢𝐜 #felix catton x reader #felix catton x y/n #felix catton smut #felix catton x you #felix catton imagine #felix catton #saltburn 2023 #saltburn movie #saltburn spoilers #saltburn #saltburn posting #saltburn fanfiction #jacob elordi gifs #jacob elordi icons #jacob elordi x reader #jacob elordi imagine #jacob elordi addresses rumor that he’ll be the next james bond #jacob elordi felt ‘dead inside’ making ‘ridiculous&039; ‘kissing booth’ movies #emerald fennell #barry keoghan #oliver quick #jacob elordi #jacob elordi snl #nate jacobs x reader #nate jacobs

[kindnessisweakness2]

Delusional - Part 21

“Jax!” Tara called his name in suprise as he gripped her arm and pulled her into an empty waiting room. Jax’s face was like thunder as he slammed the door shut behind them and pulled the blinds closed. “What fucking game are you playing?” He spat at the terrified doctor. “I Dont know what your talking about-” Tara was cut off by Jax’s hand flying out and catching her around the throat, pushing her against the wall. Fear filled her eyes as she saw a different side of her ex lover. This was the side she never thought she would see. The Angry Jax who used to do anything to protect her and their relationship. She only saw the loving Jax who would treat her like she was the most fragile beautiful thing in the world. She felt his hot breath fan across her face as he leaned close to her. “Fucking with my Wife, will bring you nothing but trouble, Dr Knowles. Now i dont know what you are trying to accomplish but let me be clear. You are the past. Delaney is my future. She is carrying my child. My fucking baby. A Legacy Child, that me and every Son from here to Belfast will die to protect. You and me? We had our time and its done. Now in future, when you see my girl, you turn and walk in the other fucking direction. You dont look at her. You dont breathe near her. Me and my family are out of fucking bounds for you. Do you understand?” Tara gasped against his hold as she watched tears fall from his eyes. Words were lost to her, all she could do was nod in agreement. Jax let her go and stepped back as she dropped to the floor. “This is the last time im going to allow you to fuck with my family.We’re Done Tara.” And with that Jax left her in a heap on the cold hospital floor. Storming from the hospital, Jax headed to his moms house. Knocking the door, Jax couldnt explain the relief he felt when Gemma Answered. “Whats happened baby?” That was all it took. Jax burst into sobbs on his moms front door as she wrapped her arms around him for the first time since he was a teenager. There was only one time she had seen him this bad, and its when that little hussy twisted him up and left. Jax spent the night on his moms sofa filling both her and Clay in on what had happened before falling into a restless sleep.

Delaney winced as she opened her eyes. Crying yourself to sleep really does give you a god awful headache. Sliding from under the warmth of her covers she slipped on Jax’s hoodie and made her way down the hall. She really could Murder a coffee but the recent baby news meant she was stuck to a cup of tea instead. She really did not want to risk a damn thing with this pregnancy. Despite what her and Jax are going through, they needed something good and this baby meant a lot to both of them. Jax would be a great Dad, and thats something that she couldnt deny. She hoped he stuck to his word and she would see him Monday, not in the arms of Dr Knowles. Everything yesterday was so hard. Hearing Tara say that shit hurt like hell. Her stepping away gave Jax the freedom and space to choose who he wanted. And even though it was selfish, she wanted him to choose her. To choose their family. “Wow, you really havent changed a bit.” The voice made Delaney drop her mug of tea. No. Why. How. 

Turning around slowly, Delaney made eye contact with Alex. There he was, in the flesh, sat at her and Jax’s kitchen Table. A sinister grin spread across his face as Delaney spotted the gun in his hand. “Miss me Sweetie?”

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine #Jax Teller #jax teller x reader #jax teller imagine #Jax Teller x Female Reader #jax teller x oc #jax teller fanfiction

[thankyoujangofett]

the teensy-est tech drabble | GN! fluff

you enter the bad batches barracks on kamino. you’re their assigned medic as tech felt he had a full time job as a mechanic and did not have time for wrecker related injuries anymore.

when you first joined the batch, you seemed to get along with wrecker the best, however it was comforting talking to tech. during long hyperspace journeys you found yourself diving into deep conversations that would last hours. the man could go on and on about the most interesting things. the way his brain worked fascinated you as a doctor, but as a human, it was his heart that really caught your attention.

he was kind by nature, funny, polite, considerate, and that smile. every time he smirked it sent a flush of heat over your skin and sent your heart racing.

to say you didnt have a crush on him would be an obvious lie, so you embraced it. asking him more personal questions, using medical excuses to spend more time with him and to get closer to him physically.

so far your progress was moving slowly, but one night gave it the push it needed.

the door to the barracks wooshed open. inside were hunter and tech. hunter was lifting a weight by the large window, watching the storm and tech was at his station tinkering with what looked like a motherboard.

“hey, tech.” you said walking over to his bunk.

“oh hey hunter, how are you hunter, whatcha doing hunter?” hunter said in a whiny, high pitched voice obviously offended you blanked him.

“oh yeah, and you i guess.” you giggled, returning his sarcasm.

“you know what im just going to go to the training room.” hunter announced defeated.

you sat on techs bunk, something he was more then happy with you doing as you were now close friends in his eyes.

“what are you working on?” you asked.

“i am embedding a program into this motherboard.”

“how does it work?”

tech began to explain the ins and outs of the piece of technology, what its used for, when it was invented, how it improves things, and suddenly you began to feel sleepy.

not that tech wasn’t interesting, you just felt…safe. you layed your head back on his pillow and your eyes flickered shut to the sound of techs information.

“and with the added data, it will be able to-“ tech said turning around on his chair, noticing you resting.

“why’d you stop?”

“are you bored?”

“no! no, of course not. your voice is just… so relaxing. keep talking, please.”

techs eyes softened. no one had ever wanted him to keep talking about his interests, especially wrecker.

“gladly.”

tech went on for another half an hour, by then you were sound asleep, he let you sleep in his bunk and he used crosshairs. seeing as cross rarely slept, this wasnt an issue.

as tech fell asleep, his mind drifted to you. he couldnt help but feel a flutter in his chest when he heard your words. he had found an new admiration for you and was keen to see where this path would lead.

#techsimp #the bad batch #tech x reader #tech fanfiction #bad batch fanfic #bad batch season 2 #hunter bad batch #please ignore typos #i tried my best #i dont know how to use this app

[jaylaxies]

finishing up a study session with nerd! jake as your tutor. you were at his house and it was extremely late, not to mention it was storming horrendously outside. before you got up to leave, jake suggests that you stay until the storm passes over. you agree, spending an hour getting yourself prepped for bed. you see jake about to fall asleep on his bed, and thinking nothing of it, you lift the blanket and crawl in next to him. “f-fuck, y/n!” he whined in an embarrassed tone. you could sense nervousness in his voice. “well jake im not sleeping on the floor, and neither are you” you said before laying down next to him. 5 minutes in, you couldnt fall asleep because of how much jake was shuffling, making the bed move every 5 seconds. “jake, are you-“ was what you got out before noticing his problem. one lift of the cover exposed a tent in his boxers, obviously making him uncomfortable. you bit your lip, contemplating how you would go about this. you didnt want him to feel uncomfortable from suggesting that he go off and jerk it, but you didnt want him to stay like that all night. you shuffled closer to the unrested boy, making him stop briefly. “uhh, y/n-“ he murmured, a quiver in his voice. “I can help you, jakey, you dont need to hide anything from me” you cooed in his ear, calming his nerves. “fuck, it hurts so bad, y/n…” he whined, surprising you with his openness. at this point, jake was still facing away from you. “just say the word, jakey” you said, caressing his hair lightly. “y/n, please, touch me..” he moaned, clutching his boxers tightly. you nodded softly, dipping your hands under the blanket and massaging his tent. “you helped me today, now I’ll help you” you whispered, slowly working your way into his boxers. as soon as your hand touched his bare dick, a loud groan escaped his lips. you quickly covered his mouth, in case anyone in his house heard his noises. “gotta be quiet, baby” you said before kissing his neck, making his eyes roll back. his cock was rock hard in your hand, desperately thrusting into your curled fingers. he was close to cumming, you could tell by his jerked movements. he brought his hand down to jerk himself off, wrapping his hand around yours and controlling your movements. he quickly picked up the pace. you brought your mouth close to his ear, whispering filthy things he had never heard before. “fuck my pussy until it hurts jakey, break me…” you moaned breathily in his ear, as his eyes were closed imagining the thought. “harder, fuck yes… dont you fucking stop jakey-“ was the last breath before he came all over you two, his chest heaving up and down. you kissed him on the side of his temple, before getting something to wipe you two off with <333

subby jake <33 he'd be so sensitive and would ask for more! he often thinks about you and when you actually get close to him, helping him out, he loses his mind and makes a mess everywhere, loving how your hand feels around him </3

#[🍪] : anons #enhypen hard hours #sub!jake #jake smut

[freebooter4ever]

So im still exhausted. I keep making dumb mistakes and doing stupid shit like leaving charging cords at work or at home. My coordination is gone, im tripping and knocking into things. My eyes feel sore??? All i want to do anymore is lie down and try to sleep. :/

I think i was running on pure adrenaline last week...and now that 'panic' mode is done my body is paying me back for all the stress. :( i barely slept the entire time i was traveling, i regularly drove for like 10+ hrs on next to no sleep which...yeah. I know. Dangerous. The constant tension of whether or not snow was going to make my next route passable, and worry over keeping other people's schedules. And then to get to my grandparents house and to find out they're not moving till may and the 'end of march' deadline was an arbitrary schedule that didnt actually matter. Im not mad, i cant be mad at them they're moving which is stress enough, im just...mourning my exhaustion and inability to function lol. Had they let me wait even one more month the snow and the insane storms would have been gone.

Anyway, just thinking about that feeling of 'safety' or 'comfort' and how precious a thing it is for me (and my sleep) . After my anxiety started growing worse it takes a LOT for me to feel 'safe' with someone or somewhere. My italian grandparent's house would be one, nick's sister's house would be another. And then my friends house in the mountains of oregon, who are just the kindest, most generous people. The two nights i spent there were literally the only times i slept last week.

Back in the fall of 2018, six months after grandpa died and still unemployed, i helped grandma travel by train to ohio, flew back to seattle, stayed with sanjeev for a week ish, and then started south to los angeles because i literally couldnt think of anywhere else to go. And these friends in oregon - they were off traveling at the time - let me stay in their house for over a week. I was so scared about the future, i was still grieving and feeling like a total ghost, still processing my dad's very friendly comment (when i asked him why he hadn't offered to let me stay in his house after i flew back from ohio) about how if i couldn't afford to house myself i deserved to be homeless.

(honestly that wasn't even the part that bothered me - i knew that about my dad from the time when i was a kid and he would point out homeless people to me and jokingly say 'that will be you as an artist!'. Instead of instilling fear in me though this backfired and all my charity work in high school dealt with homeless shelters lol. But no, the part that bothered me was how he tacked another comment onto the end - that life 'couldn't go back to how it was'. THAT was when i broke down crying in front of him because i think stupid me still genuinely believed that if i moved back to seattle my dad would go back to being my best friend and it'd be us against the world again.)(i saw him for five minutes in sac last week - he refused to even have lunch with us)

Instead in 2018 i was anchorless, emotionally disconnected from reality, and instead of comdemning me like everybody else in my family, my friends were like 'dont worry about it, the house is empty, please use it.' And i did! I was nervous at first. But then i started exploring the area - went to a bunch of state parks out in the middle of nowhere hidden in the high desert. Ended up LOVING one of them and collected those tacky tourist maps and just scribbled all my observations and tips on the best roads to drive/things to do/see onto the margins. And i collected all the brochures and compiled a kind of guide, and left it on the counter just in case my friends hadn't found that particular area to explore yet. And sure enough, they hadn't! To this day they still talk about how happy they were to have all these suggestions and things to see, and how that particular area is now one of their favorite places to visit. So what im saying is that's the only place i got any rest last week. Also those pancakes. I need to make those pancakes.

Anyway i'm just so fucking tired, man. This is the second 'vacation' where i've come back more exhausted than when i left, i think i need to do something differently. (also fuck you dad, five years in LA and not homeless once)

#Journal shit #When i was stuck on the grapevine for two hours #I had a sudden memory of nick and i driving in the dark #See he was new to pittsburgh and by that point i was old hat #After the hell year 2011 i spent most of my free time driving alone around the city trying to get myself lost and unlost in the corners #with the window rolled down and the freezing numbing breeze the only thing that would make the scars on my face feel normal #Like that city is BEAUTIFUL at night #And nick he liked talking in cars #I mean he liked doing other things in cars too but mostly it was the talking #Like deep conversations talking #And since i knew the roads and i had the zippy tiny blue teardrop of a car vs his giant ass truck #I did the driving #And so many times under a street light i would catch him staring at me with a strange face #And i would get all embarrassed and he'd just shrug and say he liked looking at me with that stupid smile of his #No one before or since has ever looked at me like that #I have done road trips with a fair number of people now #But nothing ever like that #Of course i was also looking at him whenever he was driving #He hated the camera so much but the only photos i have of his face are of him driving his truck through the snow in the laurel highlands #Near that one fishing cabin his family used lmao #Im glad being alone gives me more time to spend with friends but sometimes i wish... #NOT with nick god no i have officially given up on that but #Something similar

[mellowwangxianenthusiast]

SakuAtsu Hurt/Comfort

It was already a bad day when Atsumu woke up. He didn't get enough sleep, he throat was hurting, and Omi wasn't there. He had slept at his own place last night, he had a dinner with his parents who were visiting so they were staying with him

He barely ate any of his breakfast, feeling nauseous as he tried and when he got to practice, he was late and forgot to bring his practice gear so he was stuck using the spare gear that was too baggy on him. The one ray of light he had was when Omi walked into the locker room

And kissed his forehead, as if he knew what was going on in Atsumus head. He stayed near Atsumu through warm up and whenever he could during practice. Atsumus breaking point was at lunch. First it started with Hinata shaking his leg as he waited for Kageyama to text him back, causing a repeating clicking on the table. Then he could hear the buzzing from the lights. And finally it was Bokuto chewing loudly on his lunch. His mouth wasnt open, but Atsumu could hear

Every chew, the swallowing. Atsumu tried to distract himself from it, tried to focus on Omi who was playing with his hair absent-mindedly. But it was all too overstimulating. The string finally snapped when someone's phone vibrated on the metal benches. "Shut up, shut up, just shut up, stop talking, stop eating, stop breathing!" The gym went to completely silent, the only constant was Omi's hand in his hair, and even that was too much for him right now. "Tsumu?" "Atsu, are you okay?" The questions just made it worse, guilt

Eating at him. He knew, he knew it wasn't their fault. They weren't doing anything. They were living their life, doing normal things. But it was too much for his brain right now. His heart was beating fast and he knew he was going to say something that would hurt them. So he just stood up, brushing Omis hand out of his hair and he stormed into the locker room, trying and failing to not slam the door behind him and he just grabbed his stuff from his locker, not bothering to change. He was gone before they got to the locker room. He wanted to throw his phone away as it blew up as he sat in the taxi to take him to his apartment. Walking would have been too stimulating and the old man driving was playing music on low, which helped him disassociate. When he got out, he thanked his driver and rushed

Into his apartment building he was hit with the sound of a kid crying and someone going through their change. Atsumu wanted to scream and cry all at once, his anxiety flaring up just as quickly as his anger. The last shred of sanity he had was used for the entire elevator ride

And walk to his apartment. When he got inside, he closed his door quietly, not bothering to turn on any lights and he closed all his blinds, making his apartment as under-stimulating as possible. He knew he'd have to apologize to the team tomorrow. He knew they didn't deserve

Him yelling at them, at leaving practice without a single word. But right now, he couldn't do that. He cried in the shower, his brain not able to shut off as the sound of the water hitting the floor reached his ears. Two hours later, when he was hiding in his room, did he hear

The lock on his apartment door turning slowly, quietly. He had calmed down by then, now he was just left with guilt and shame. "Atsu, can I come in?" Omi's voice was soft as he quietly tapped with his knuckle on Atsumus bedroom door. "Yea, you can come in"

He winced at the worried look on Omi's face. He didn't like making Omi worried, making him anything other than happy. He had his head tucked in between his knees when Omi sat down on the bed next to him and a tentative hand touching his back. Omi's hesitation made Atsumu's dam

Break open and he started crying, falling onto his side, into Omis arms. "O-omi im- I'm sorry. It- it was too much fer me. Tha sounds wouldn't stop I couldnt- I couldn't /not/ hear them." Omi knew about his Misophonia, this wasn't the first incident Atsumu had had. "I'm sorry I wish- I wish I were normal I wish my brain didn't focus on tha sounds. I'm sorry I'm s-so broken" Atsumus was crying hard when Omi tightened his grip on him, adjusting him so he could see his face. Atsumu tried to hide when he saw the pain in Omis eyes but

Omi was having none of it. "Atsumu never say you're broken ever again. Never say you're not normal. I love you, I love your brain. I love everything about you. Please my love look at me?" Atsumu made himself meet eyes with Omi, made himself see that there was someone who loved

Him. "No one is mad at you, the team, they're all worried about you. I told them what happened, I told them you didn't mean what you said. They're giving you space today but tomorrow they're going to be at practice to support you. They love you Atsumu. /i/ Love you."

Atsumu hiccuped, bringing his hand to wipe his face and he nodded when Omi repeated 'you are perfect the way you are and you are loved' That night was a quiet night for them, Omi read his book aloud, Atsumu texted the team that he was sorry and would apologize in person tomorrow

When he woke up the next day, Omi was there. It was a better day. The moment they stepped into the locker room, Atsumu's eyes widened when he saw the whole team there waiting for him "Tsum-Tsumu I'm so sorry I didn't know that chewing affected you!!" "Tsumu were not mad!!"

Bokuto and Hinata were the first the come up to him, and Atsumu bowed his head to them, causing looks of surprise. "I'm sorry guys, yesterday was a bad day and I took it out on you. I'm sorry" "Aww Tsumu it's okay!!! Omi explained your miso..misophonia to us yesterday!"

"We researched it more after he left practice. We know that we can't completely circumvent the possibility of you having another bad day, but we can try and help when it does happen, so you don't feel so alone." Meian came up and patted Atsumus shoulder and he looked up at his

Team, his family, and a watery smile was growing on his face "Tsumu don't cry!!!" He felt arms wrap around him as the team came together for a group hug around him and Atsumu couldn't help but cry more "I'm sorry guys I'm just- I'm just so overwhelmed by happiness"

"We love you Tsum-Tsum. And we're here for you!!" When they broke apart and started getting ready for practice, Omi gave him a forehead kiss and then kissed both his ears before kissing his lips softly. "You are loved and you are perfect just the way you are"

#projecting onto fictional characters #misophonia #miya atsumu kinnie #sakusa kiyoomi #sakuatsu #msby atsumu #msby black jackal #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #miya atsumu #msby sakusa #moving from twitter #sorry for the format

[bayisdying]

Lucky Penny - Chapter Thirteen

A/N okay I lied. Angst is still here with us babes. 🤷‍♀️ my fucking bad.

A week after she woke up, Lucky was medically cleared to head home on the condition that someone was home with her all around the clock.

That would be no problem with everyone rallied around her. Her mom and Dulce had gotten a hotel room nearby, and it's not like base was very far from the cottage either.

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A burden.

That's how everyone had described it when William started dating a woman with a child. A burden he didn't need in his life.

Sometimes she felt like those people were right, he had totally changed his life practically overnight to be a father figure to a child that wasnt his own. He never complained out loud, but sometimes she wondered if he hated her. If he wished she wasn't there at all, that Delilah hadn't come with baggage in the shape of a child.

Had he hated her all those years?

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Nobody was letting her do a damn thing herself. She couldn't even walk to the bathroom without someone following her in case she fainted. She knew they meant well, but it was starting to really irritate her.

She couldn't remember the last time her mother even babied her like this, probably before William had died. The woman was cooking up a storm using the cottages small kitchen to her full advantage. Soups, casseroles, baked goods, it didn't matter what it was Delilah was cooking. Then she'd practically force the food down her daughter's throat. Hoping that the homemade meals would help her feel better.

And as much as I loved her mother's cooking, she was starting to resent it. All she wanted was a burger and fries from the Hard Deck. She stopped eating most of what her mother brought to her. She hid just enough to fool the older woman, then threw it away later.

If her mother knew about it, she never said a word.

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A burden.

That's what her biological father had thought of her, why he left before her first birthday. He had tried for the first ten months,but he was young and wasn't ready to be weighed down by a child.

Lucky never met the man, but once she got curious and looked him up on social media. He'd been married to some woman for fifteen years and they had four kids. Four half-siblings who probably had no idea they had an older sister.

She had cried herself to sleep that night.

They weren't burdens, so why was she?

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She knew he was trying his best, but Fanboy was the worst offender of not letting her be independent. Anything she needed? He grabbed it. She mentioned being uncomfortable? Here comes Mickey with another pillow and blanket.

She stopped saying it out loud, because she didn't want him to think she couldn't do things.

"Cariño, are you okay?" He had asked one night and Lucky couldnt decide to laugh or cry.

"I'm okay babe."

"Are you sure? You've been a little distant recently. I just want to make sure you're okay."

She shrugged "I'm just fine Mickey, but I have a headache so I'm going to take one of those migraine meds and go to bed."

He watched as she walked away, he had no idea how to help her get through this funk, but he wasn't going to give up on her.

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A burden.

Wasn't that why her and Mickey had snuck around for years? They didn't want their relationship to sabotage their Naval careers. For it to be used against them. Hadn't that made her a burden to him for all these years?

Maybe he still felt that way about her sometimes, a dirty little secret who could ruin his life.

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Even Hangman was getting on her nerves, and not like he usually did. He'd come in and sit on the bed and just talk for HOURS. Lucky swear she's learned more about Jake Seresin than she ever wanted to know.

She was happy they had become closer, but this was too much. She knew about his first girlfriend, that he went as a cowboy for three Halloweens in a row, and far too many more facts.

She stopped listening, stopped giving her input. She simply rolled to face away from him and if he didn't notice her indifference that was on him.

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A burden.

She often wonders if Katie and her would still be friends or if Katie would have finally wisened up and dumped her troublemaker best friend.

Katie had been patient and kind, able to get Baylie out of whatever shenanigans she could get into.

Perhaps the burden of being the perfect friend had made Katie want to die so badly.

If only Baylie could have been a better friend, maybe the world would still have Katie.

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Coyote felt guilty, he was the reason Lucky had turned back in the first place. The reason her jet had exploded, and the reason she had nearly died out there.

He brought her little trinkets, knowing damn well her mother was making her enough food to feed the small army of Daggers.

He apologized profusely, despite her placating him by saying she didn't have regrets.

He didn't get it.

She didn't need any fucking reminders of her condition, of what had caused it. She wanted to move past it, but everyone kept holding her back.

One night it all came to a head, most of the group was in the living room. Lucky walked out and immediately Delilah, Mickey, Jake, and Javy all jumped up to help her to the couch. She brushed them all off and bypassed the couch entirely and went into the kitchen to grab her Ben & Jerry's from the freezer but her hands fumbled and she dropped it on the floor.

They all fussed over her, and then Coyote finally said the straw that broke her.

"I'm so sorry Lucky."

"Stop fucking apologizing Javy." She snapped. The most words they had heard her say in days, they all just stared. "In fact all of you just fucking stop. I don't need to be babied."

Then the flood gates fully opened.

"Mom, I love you but you don't have to cook all the time. I haven't even been eating lately and you haven't even noticed. So much for caring for your kid."

She pointed at Mickey "and you, I love how much you care about me but for fuck sake I can get things for myself. I'm just on neurological watch I'm not a fucking invalid."

"Jake." The blonde opened his mouth then decided against it. "I can't listen to another one of your stupid fucking stories. I don't care that Amanda broke your heart in third grade when she kissed Logan right in front of you. Or that you had zero creativity as a child and had to re-use Halloween costumes."

"And you Javy "I can't stop apologizing" Machado. If I hear the word sorry out of your mouth one more time I will punch your lights out. I don't give a fuck that you're sorry. I would have done it for anyone on that mission. You aren't fucking special."

A beat of silence then

"I'm going back to bed, and I don't want to see any of you anytime soon. I will text Nix or Bob if I need anything."

She stomped her way down the hallway completely abandoning the ice cream and leaving the people who cared the most about her in the dust. The slam of the bedroom door shook all the walls in the cottage.

Baylie "Lucky" Steele sure as fuck felt like a burden as she slid down the door and sobbed.

Maybe she always had been a damn burden.

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A/N: WHEEEEEEE THE ANGST RIDE IS STILL GOING ON.

#top gun #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #robert bob floyd #mickey fanboy garcia #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #lucky x fanboy #bob top gun #hangman #fanboy x lucky #mickey garcia #mickey fanboy garcia x oc #fanboy top gun #baylie lucky steele #callsign lucky

[queencryo]

two days ago, red and i woke up in laramie wyoming, with a battle plan. that is to say, paralyzing uncertainty and anxiety. i checked out of our hotel, and asked some advice. locals said that going south on US289 would probably be safe, so we did just that. it was... laughably fine, lmao. i was still terrified, but i spent most of the time after we got out of town (and saw that it was legitimately just fine lmfao) planning. winter storm was coming in later that evening, that would close off pretty mluch every mountin opass north of the panhandle. i spent a lot of time on reds phone checking utah DOT websites, google maps, planning out routes. it felt like a flurry of activity, all routed thru a cell phone that wasnt even mine.

Come colorado, i took over a bit west of denver. not realizing that ahead of us in our route was a huge mountain pass at like 12000 feet elevation. it waas kind of terrifying. thank fucking god it was entirely dry with only small patches of ice.

a little after that, we agreed to ride through utah, then soithwest along to new vegas as was the original plan two weeks ago. only problem was that the mountain pass in monticello was likely to be blocked by the storm. so we drove as fast as fucking possble to moab, along the way speeding by numerous beautiful mountains n shit. red took over a bit before moab, and i resumed freantically monitoring road conditions. we also stopped at like three gas stations in moab, getting a coffee in each one and asking if they thought the monticello pass would stay clear. the consensus was 'idk yeah probably'.

we get to monticello. its snowing. off the road, theres a good foot or so of buildup. we followed a garbage truck for a while, but pulled in at a gas station when it did. to assess. the clerk said eh just follow a plow and youll be fine. i go to the bathroom, where the fuckl is red.... why is there an eighteenwheeler where our car was. oh, she and the car are stuck in the snow in the next parking lot over. apparently she had to move the car to get out of the way of the truckers who were now moving to the fistfighting stages of arguing about fifty feet away. fighting stances n shit, yelling. I went inside to get help, since i didnt know what i was doing. got help from a family who was at subway (mostly the dad, josh). he didnt know stuff, but he gave me the confidence and additional pushing that i needed to plan and execute helping alice do a three point turn to get baclk to tjhe travelled portion of the road. thanks josh!

a lil after that, a sbowplow went by and we attempted to follow it! (engaging with some youths who pulled a scooter from the snow for some reason??? they offered to help us get unstuck but it didnt really be necessary as it turned out!)

and so began our trek down the mountain. it was... scary as FUCK, for me anyway. i remember playing country roads (in part as propitiation to the mountain) and then that one detektivbyran album i listen to. keep my anxiety in check. red did all the snow driving, cuz she learned to drive in new mexico so she knows some stuff abt snow. We couldnt see more than twenty feet ahead of us at basically any time, and she later told me that at multiple points we were actually sliding. waugh. eventually, tho, like 30 minutes or so (felt longer) the snow turned to rain. and the roads were blessedly clear.

shortly afterward, i took over. the plan was to drive as long aspossible due west, along smaller highways, possibly all the way to st. george. neither of us really had it in us thoc 'o we had to stop around 10, in kayenta. still, thats a solid 13 hours of travel, some of them extremely stressful. i dont think we did too bad at all.

yesterday, we went from kayenta to primm. i originally wanted to sleep in goodsprings, but upon cursory research, turns out its a ghost town witha population of 160, no hotels. didnt have it in us to camp last night, so we stayed in the buffalo bill resort and casino. the inspiration for the bison steve resort in nv!! this is honestly the nicest hotel room ive ever been in, and the price is 10 dollars more than our motel 6 in laramie. highly recommend if ur in primm for some reason.

#blog #journal

[jackies-ear]

Big storm woke me up last night and i couldnt get back to sleep til 5something and my alarm went off at 8 and im so tired

#‘might get a coffee before dads coffee’ tired #if i hurry i can go to walgreens next door before the bus #….if i get up and get dressed

[kindnessisweakness2]

10

Emily winced as the needle glided over her hip bone. She liked the pain but sometimes when the needle hit that sweet spot she couldn't help but bite down hard on her lip or pull a funny face. "So i heard that someone has become quite the special guest around Charming royalty." Emily's tattooist Mimi grinned as she continued to ink the dark black lines across the curve of her hip. Emily couldnt help but roll her eyes, a smile spreading on her face at the mention of Jax. "I dont know where you heard that Mimi, maybe the Charming gossips are wrong this time." Mimi pulled a skeptical face, the smile never leaving her. "Well if thats the case, why are all the girls in this shitty town having a crisis over the fact that Jax hasn't slept with anyone since a certain someone stormed into TM?" Mimi wiggled her eyes at a shocked Emily. There was no way Jax wasn't sleeping around. The girl she put in her place last night was clearly a recent fling. Jax's sex life was nothing to do with her. Before she could overthink it anymore, the bell above the shop door rang. Mimi removed her gloves before heading to the reception area.

Emily took the moment to breathe. She was having a 6 hour session today and was already 3.5 hours in. Cara was having a lazy day, trying to ease the hangover she was left with after last nights party. "Em, you have a visitor." Mimi spoke breaking Emily's thoughts. Maybe Cara decided to actually leave her bed today. "Oh okay-" Shifting to her side as much as she could, trying to keep her position on the bed, Emily shoved the privacy screen back fully expecting to see her best friend. Instead she found Jax stood there looking as sexy as ever, holding a TO-GO bag from Harry's Diner. Emily's eyes widened in embarrassment, she was currently half naked on the tattoo chair and clearly was not expecting her visitor to be Jax. Jax's eyes widened for a completely different reason. She was fucking sexy as hell lay on the bed in nothing but a black thong and a black V-Neck cropped shirt. The ink on her legs and stomach just added to the awe of her. The designs contrasting against her sunkissed skin. Her hair pulled high into a messy bun and her face bare of any make up. Clearing his throat Jax had to force his brain to form words. "I know you mentioned your appointment yesterday, and i thought id stop by with food." Jax could feel his cheek's tinge pink and he hated it. Emily smiled at him, patting the stool next to her. "Take a seat Teller, you can feed me while Mimi here inflicts pain on me." Mimi giggled as she took her seat, pulling on a new pair of gloves. "So much for wrong gossips aye?" She quipped. Emily shot her a look before turning to Jax as he sat on the stool. "I also need to give you the heads up that Juice is currently in your house. I think him and Cara really hit it off." Jax spoke as he opened the bag of food pulling out a coke for her. Emily smiled as she gratefully accepted the drink. "Thats fine. From the way Cara talked about him last night i think he's going to be a regular at my house. She's really into him. Hopefully he doesnt take it too hard when she goes home though, shes only here for 3 weeks." Jax nodded holding out the tray of fries for her, Emily leaning over as much as she could to feed Mimi a few. "So there was one other thing i needed to talk to you about." Emily leaned back in the chair, wincing as Mimi started shaving on the sensitive curve of her hip. Biting her lip she looked up at Jax, nodding for him to carry on so he knew she was listening. Jax's breath hitched in his throat as he looked at her. God the urge to push her back and take her right there on the tattoo chair was immense. Clearing his throat he mentally kicked himself and forced his brain to form words. "I'm going away for a few days. Up to Nevada to see my uncle." Emily hated how the words made her stomach sink. It made her realise how attached to him she had gotten. "You dont have to explain yourself to me Jax. Enjoy the time with your family." Jax smiled at her and it made her heart leap in her chest. Just like every other girl he flashed his pearly whites at. The reality was she was at the bottom of a very long list of women who would give their left leg to be the one Jax chose to have a life with. She could deny it to everyone else but couldnt to herself anymore. She genuinely liked him. "Well the thing is some of the guys are going with me, so we're all leaving from the clubhouse in the morning. I was wondering if you'd come by? Alot of the old ladies and family will be there. Cara can say bye to Juice and i can see you before i go." Emily's cheeks glowed pink as she realised he wanted her there. He wanted to see her. Mimi turned to wipe her tattoo gun and collect more ink. Emily was thankful for the momentary break, her skin was warm and sore after almost 4.5 hours in the chair. Making eye contact with Mimi as she leaned down to resume the assault on her skin, she didnt miss the smirk and knowing look she recieved. "Sure why not. Ill never hear the end of it if Cara doesnt see Juice off."

Both of them grinned wide at each other. Emily happy that he'd admitted he wanted to see her, but trying to keep her metaphorical feet on the ground that they were just friends. Even if her head wanted to be up in the clouds day dreaming about what her and Jax could have.

Jax was happy that he got her to agree, knowing already that he would miss her terribly the next few days while he visited Jury.

He hadnt even left Charming yet and he already regretted agreeing to the visit.

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Here you go guys!

I hope you are all enjoying this. Apolgies it has been so long since posting, i have been having issues with my account!

Let me know what you think so far and where you would like to see this go!

#jax teller x reader #sons of anarchy #jax teller #jax teller imagine #jax teller x oc #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy fanfiction

[5isacolor]

not to be fake deep but side three track four usher part three two three four days and nights of bitter grief our son had fled to new york city with his cello the lady and i slept in seperate chambers as roxie lay dead in the vault beneath us the dead can sing sleep will not come theres a storm in the night theres a storm in the night the dead can sing i gasped and struggled bolted upright in my bed the terrible wind the song of the dead the storm the storm my wife rapped at the door can you hear her throw open the windows let the storm in we dont need moons or stars or god we have the wind the terrible wind my wifes maddness had grown to epic proportions the only thing that soothed her were fictions stories from our vast library let me read you a story let me read you a romance i will read you will listen and this terrible night will pass let me read you a romance i will read you will listen and this terrible night will pass i opened the book read the title book seven chapter ten the tale of pearl and the pusher and the subway driver and the photograph pearl stood on the platform playing a game on her phone trying to beat the boss at the end of the level and theres a man on the platform screaming about the apocalypse and behind her under the raving she heard the echo of a footstep and beneath me under the raving i heard a footstep in the house in the game on the platform pearl stood on the platform playing a game on her phone trying to beat the poss at the end of the level and the boss was a bear a great big bear how will you defeat him pearl went to the option menu selected the silver sword and theres a man on the platform screaming about the train coming pearl raised the silver sword struck the bear on the side and the bear shrieked and the bear shrieked a shriek so harsh and horrid and piercing and beneath me under the raving i heard a shrieking my little girl my little girl this has all happened before deep within the house of usher i heard a flashbulb rip and the dead stood in the doorway roxie theres blood upon my robes and the dead girl leapt upon her mother and her daughter and her sister and her lover with the rage of four generations and lady ushers heart burst exploded within her chest pearl stood on the platform battling the bear the bear breathed fire the bear had acid in his honey pot and the train was coming and the train was coming and the train was coming and the train was coming and the man on the platform screaming about the apocalypse the man we know as the pusher took a last drink steeled himself got behind pearl he got behind pearl and the pusher couldnt help himself and the pusher pushed pearl onto the subway track pushed me into the path of the screaming train i fell onto the track and everything slowed down all color got a little gray do you hear it do yoh hear it her footstep is on the stair i saw the train howling towards me its light was dazzling blinding i tried to climb out for just a moment but then i stopped i stopped and listened to the train the heavy and horrible beating of her heart she shrieks i tell you she is outside the door we have to put her living in the tomb and then i looked onto the platform and saw rose back from the dead standing there with her camera i lifted my head and smiled smiled for the camera you know that moment right before you die is such a gift because you get to choose exactly what goes through your head what your last song will be i thought of someone i love very much smiling in bed clutching a teddy bear and then i let the train rip through me🙄

#malloysicals #ramblings of a damn fool #malloysical #ghost quartet

[dismalflower]

story time - Levi Ackerman

word count: 870.

paring: Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

warnings: none

summary: Levi makes it home in time to tell his daughter a story and give her a good night kiss…..or two

a/n: at the end to save space!

It was about 9 when you had started to get lily ready for bed, she was being stubborn like she always did when her father was away. She always insisted on staying up until he got home so he could give her a kiss and read her a story before bed.

“Lily come on, the faster you go to bed the faster daddy gets home.” you shouted from the kitchen. You were almost done cleaning up dinner and putting a plate aside for Levi for when he comes home. You can hear her storming into the kitchen behind you just as you finished yelling.

“No! I have to wait for daddy, he has to read me a story mommy” She looked at you with her adorable puppy eyes, the ones she only used when she wanted something, and it almost made you want to say yes and wait up for Levi together.

“Lils, hun, why don't i read you a story tonight and when daddy comes home I promise i'll make him come in to give you a goodnight kiss, ok?” you crouched down to her level and smoothed out her nightgown and gave her a kiss on her head.

“Promise?”

“Yes honey I promise” Lily looks to the ground trying to decide whether or not to just give into her mother and have her read a bedtime story instead of her daddy.

“I guess, but daddy has to kiss me goodnight when he gets home” you pat her head as you stand back up and laugh.

“ yes Lils I already said I would make him” After that you went to Lily's room to tuck her into bed.

“ Ok what story do you wanna hear tonight” you say as you sit down on a chair next to her bed that you had dragged from her desk.

“ umm i wanna hear the one about the princess and the dragon”

“Again? Daddy told you that one last night”

“ That's ‘cause it's my favorite story mommy” she told you as she shuffled deeper into the blankets getting ready to hear her favorite story.

“ ok are you ready?”

“ yeah mommy hurry up and tell it”

“Ok geez, Once upon a time in a kingdom far away there was a princess who loved going on adventures. She loved going to ride horses in the woods and to climb mountains, But today she was going on the most dangerous adventure she has ever been on.”

“ She's going to find the dragon that lives in the giant cave!” Lily interrupted throwing her hands up in excitement.

“ Yeah Lils, but i thought you wanted mommy to tell the story”

“ Sorry mommy i was just excited” she said as she giggled and covered her mouth with the blanket. You laughed before tucking her back in to continue the story.

“ The princess traveled days up to the top of the mountain to reach the deep dark cave where the dragon lived. Once she got there she took a peek inside the cave to see a giant dragon sleeping on the ground. She took quiet steps so that the dragon wouldn't wake up, but she accidentally stepped on a twig on the way in and it woke the dragon. The dragon's eyes snapped open to look at the princess, he noticed how gorgeous she was and he fell in love right then and there. Then there was a bunch of purple smoke that had started to surround the drandon, so much that the princess couldnt even see anymore. When she could finally see once again her eyes were met with the eyes of a very handsome man.” you were cut off by the sound of Lily's bedroom door opening and the sound of levi continuing the story.

“Then they fell in love and lived happily ever after, The End.”

“Daddy!” Lilly yelled as she hopped out of her bed to run up to the dark haired man she had been waiting for all day. “I missed you so much, I almost had to go to bed without a good night kiss” she pouted at him. Levi crouched down to meet his daughter's height to give her a big hug.

“ I'm sorry lily pad I had to work, I promise to make it up to you with two goodnight kisses tonight ok?” he said as he picked her up and put her back in her bed. Once she was tucked in Levi had done as he promised and gave Lily two goodnight kisses. Once she was finally asleep you could also rest knowing you didn't have to worry about a full blown melt down in the morning as Lily complained to her dad about the fact that you had told tonight's story instead of him.

When you both had gotten into your room Levi closed the door and turned to you, giving you a deep kiss, one that told you how much he missed you. You had gotten into bed first while Levi changed out of his uniform, getting ready for when Levi would finally come to cuddle you as the two of you would fall into a peaceful sleep, a sleep you only got when you were in each other's arms.

‼️A/N: decided to re-upload my dad!levi fic

#levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x reader #fem!reader #dad!levi #story time universe #levi attack on titan #aot fanfiction #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman #snk x reader #dad!levi x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #snk fanfiction

[xgryffinwhore]

september nights

request:  i was wondering if you could write another soft bill smut? i don’t really have a specific plot in mind, we’re just really lacking content on tumblr rn :( in some really precarious place where they don’t want to get caught

warnings: soft smut, like i mean very soft.

word count: 2118

before your lips met bill denbrough’s, love was always, to say the least, a conundrum. lets be real for second, boys wasted your time, and you let them. only the cute ones of course. you are a hopeless romantic, drunk off of molly ringwald and john travolta films. you wanted any relationship you had to be just like the movies.

through your heart breaks, your best friends stood by you, your losers. eddie, richie, bev, stan, ben, and bill. for each tear you shed a punch was thrown to the man who caused it, they were protective over you. bill the most though, he always got so defensive when you were in the mix. all throughout middle & high school, bill has had to deal with every guy who even dares to think about breaking your heart.

“its not fair bill” you wailed into your pillow. he stroked your back and hushed you, his eyes welling with tears. “im never fucking good enough for any guy and its so fucking sad!” your complaints being cut off mid sentence by a choked out cry. “y-y/n. all of y-your boyfriend are i-idiots. anyone w-who would d-d-do this to you isnt w-worth your t-time. anyone w-would be the luckiest in the w-world to have y-you in their life” you picked your head up and looked at him with swollen lips and blood shot eyes “there no one out there for me bill, no one.” 

he bit his lip, fighting back any tears dripping from his eyes “they j-just dont see how p-pretty you are. how g-gentle and caring and s-s-sweet, and h-how your face c-can light up any room. theyre f-fucking idiots, and you d-deserve m-more.” you clearly thought he was being nice, because you could take a MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN hint, so you replied “i wish there was someone out there like you, for me, that thinks of me the way you do.” 

he furrowed his brows, tossing his head back and running his fingers furiously through his hair. “d-dammit y/n!” he cursed “cant you s-see what ive b-been trying to say? w-w-what ive been t-trying to say f-for the last f-five years!?!” your expression was bewildered, your brain was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what he meant. his frustration got the best of him, he got up and stormed out the door,  feeling embarrassed and stupid for trying to make you understand how he felt.

he was half way out your front door, fuming for his keys lodged deep into his front pocket; when suddenly:

“bill!”

his head turned at the call of his name, “y-y/n please i d-”

smack.

your lips locked with his, he rain pouring heavily outside. bills lips stilled at the contact, but this lasted briefly, he deepened this kiss by pulling you in to his abdomen by your mid back. your bunched the front of his base ball t shirt with your fists, and he did the same but with your hair.

the rest is basically history.

now six months later, and you couldnt have been happier. bill knew how to treat you, nights out twice a week (you always wanted to pay but bill insisted,) holding your hand to and from classes, he let you borrow have his varsity baseball jacket, which smelt just like him and was a little too big for you. 

when he would drop you off and your classes, he would always grab your hand and transfer a tiny piece of paper into your palm. when you got into class to unfold it, it was always a cute little message about his love for you. 

bill had it bad for you, everyone knew that, and you loved every minute of it. he met every and any standard you had, and exceeded your expectations. 

it was september, still warm enough in derry to wear shorts, so you and your friends thought of a last hurrah for the ending of the summery weather.

“camp out, its nearly perfect” Richie exclaimed. eddie rolled his eyes “like youve ever been near anything perfect toizer, do you even know what perfect means?” richie shoved eddie “yeah eddie i actually have. have you seen amanda’s tits?”

 you tuned out richie and eddies bickering as you’re boyfriend cleared his throat. “you g-gonna go?” he said into your ear, “only if you promise to wear bug spray bill, you know how bad-” he cut you off with a kiss, his mouth forming a small smile at how cute you were. “get a room, honestly” stan poked, pda wasn’t his favorite... “at least i h-have something to k-kiss aye s-stannie”

you arrived at the edge of the forest, parking your car at the last parking ish space. you walked toward the sounds of ben and richie fighting, and came to see that richie really went all out. three tents, sticks for a fire, and more snacks than anyone needed. 

you all spent the remanence of the daylight dancing in the light sky, sharing stories, and eating waaaay too many chips. it was dark now, you all huddled in a circle near the fire; making small talk and trying not to admit you were all very tired.

“ok folks, im off to bed” richie yawned “me stan eddie n’ mike will take the green tent, bev and ben in the red.” richie paused and smirked over at you and bill, you were tangled in his limbs, golfed in his navy blue pull over. “and uh- heh- billy boy and y/n in the yellow tent eh?” you could practically feel bills eye roll, god richie was so immature.

“w-we dont have to s-sleep in the s-s-same tent, i c-can ask ben if he’d s-switch” you look up at bill and reassure him “bill no- its not a big deal, right?” he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the side of your temple “c-course not.”

you both went into the tent, bill began to unroll the blankets you both had packed tightly into your bags. You both set up your makeshift bed, bill leaned against a pile of pillows while you hugged his side, your face buried in his neck. his smell was absolutely intoxicating; his skin had remanence of his milk and honey body wash, but it was slightly overpowered by wintergreen, clove, and his bourbon cologne. 

you were like this for around an hour, the orange crank-powered lantern being the only source of light. you switch positions though, you now laid your head on his lap, reading a magazine you stole from the hair salon. he watched your eyes scan every letter, when you read something funny you’d huff to yourself, and when something was intresting you stuck your tongue out from between your teeth. he adored you.

“d-dont stay up t-too late” he stroked your hair off your shoulder “we have t-to have you w-well r-r-rested.” you sat up from beside him, as he adjusted the pillows and took off his pull over, then his pants. he got under the covers and waited for you.

“nice donut boxers” you laughed. “s-shut up” he blushed and regreted not changing them when he had the chance. you turned around took off your shirt, you were shy about how you looked, but it was just bill. it was just bill. you heard his breath hitch, his eagerness radiating off his body onto yours. the air became tense as you unzipped your pants and threw them to the corner. you turned around, bills pupils growing until you were completely facing him.

“yeah i know. mine are boring” you laugh nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear and getting under the covers next to him. he didnt respond, he couldnt take his eyes off of you.you began to sit up again “i can go put back on-” “n-no!” he interrupts, his blush taking up his entire face.

“i j-j-just cant b-believe i g-get to see something s-so special” he gulped “s-so b-b-b-beautiful.”

you grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed him, hard. youve been with boys before, i mean youve dated plenty of people. but no one ever called your body special. hot, yeah. nice, yeah. beautiful, sure. but no one ever thought that it was special. 

bill was a kind boy, the most you two have ever done is get each other off with your hands, always clothed. bill never asked to see more, he felt lucky enough just to make you feel good, and that was enough for him. so when you felt the heat of his hands hovering over your body but not touching it, you new you’d have to call the shots tonight.

“bill,” you laid down “just touch me everywhere, please.” he crawled in between your legs, kneeling so that he could lean over your face “m-my pleasure.”

he traced your collar, leaving small, delicate, kisses to make up for what his fingers left behind as they trailed. he kissed the valley between your breasts, licking slow striped down your skin. he picked up your upper back a little and cocked his head to the side, you nodded and he unclipped your bra. he sat their with his mouth open, taking in the view. you blushed and muttered “hey, keep that mouth to good use.” he dipped down and sucked on your nipples, his mouth felt so good against your skin grazed with goosebumps. he was gingerly with his tongue, it was sexy, it was romantic. he kissed down your stomach, his fingers sweeping down your sides. you could see his member pressing against his boxers, the pressure made him wince every once in a while. his fingers met your panties and he hooked them. again, he looked up for permission, you nodded once again. 

he brought your underwear down your legs and off, looking back to see what he had relieved. he licked his lips, getting ready to please you more than he already did. but you felt bad, bill always gave gave and gave. “its ok, im ready right now.” bill looked up at you in shock, he wasnt expecting you’d want to go all the way. “y/n, y-youre sure?” you lean up and kiss his lips, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip “please.”

he pulled down his boxers eagerly, his member sprung out to hit his stomach. he lined up with you, checking once more that it was ok. then he pushed in, bottoming out. he felt bigger than you thought, of course he was well endowed, but he filled you up so well. you mewled, the pain and pleasure making a delicious feeling that made your toes curl.

he waited, but began slowly moving after a bit. he grunted, feeling you wrapped around him was something he’d never be able to get out of his head he thought to himself. he grunted “f-fuck this feels g-good’ he grunted, his breath becoming heavy and full of lust. with every stroke, you felt yourself get more and more lost in the bliss he made you feel. “youre making me feel so good  bill” you moan, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth driving him absolutely crazy. he speeds up, loving the view of your face contorting in pleasure and your body moving with his. 

he couldnt help but feel admiration to you, your hair formed a halo around your head, and the sweat that coated your skin made you glisten in the orange light. “im t-the luckiest in the world” he husks, holding your cheek. 

you felt the knot in your core coming undone, “bill im close” you strain, trying not to be too loud so you dont wake your friends. he moved your leg up to his shoulder, hitting you from a different, deeper angle. his fingers went to your clit, making you bite your had to stop you from screaming. “you l-look so p-pretty y/n, t-taking me s-so well. making y-you feel so good.” “so good bill” you repeat, drunken off his cock and fingers. 

without warning, you came came, your legs spazzing as you moaned “fuck bill” he followed, his hips stuttering, as he cried out into your shoulder. he pulled out and laid next to you, both of you breathing heavily and coming off your highs. 

“y/n” he looked at you “t-that was really j-just wow- thank y-you.” you kissed him, chaste and sweet “that was great yeah?” “it w-was perfect babe. t-thank you f-for t-that. i love you y-y/n.”

“i love you too bill.”

he sat up, his fingers dancing on your inner thigh.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“c-can we p-please do t-that again?”

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[witch-hazels-musings]

Angst in coming. Diluc Zhongli and your pick being haunted by the SO they couldnt save.

Lingering Regret

Warning -> Only Angst (there isn’t a happy ending here, the reader is dead, all interactions are memories*, mentions of Kaeya (D), illness non-specific (Zh)) 

( i made myself cry ) 

Character X GN Reader | Anthology 

Includes: Dainsleif, Diluc, Zhongli 

The ghosts of the past cling to our shadows and seep into our memories when we least expect them to. For some they can move on, they can be healed by the passing of time, but for others, it becomes a festering wound that will never seal. 

Dainsleif

He was no stranger to regret, absolutely everything in his life was a torturous experience. From the day he became the Bough Keeper to the night he failed them all, it was a memory burned in his mind for all eternity and as if he bore the weight of all of Teyvats karma he wove it into the fabric of his being 

There was nothing he thought could break him more, could lower himself further into the sinking sandpit that was his life - that was until the day he met you

Just how many years ago was it now. With the curse of immortality like a chain to a world he was obligated to avenge, it was growing harder and harder to remember you - but there were moments when he could see and those were the ones he longed to hold onto 

“Dainsleif, are you ready?” Your voice called down to him, his eyes flooded by the bright light that surrounded you as you patiently waited for him to climb the dark stairs. You followed him everywhere, much to his disagreement, but he had grown warm to your company. “The day won’t wait for us, you know.” 

The light was so bright, why was it hiding your face? Wait -- let me see your face, I can’t remember. Don’t … don’t leave. 

He blamed himself for your death - there was no one else who could have stopped it but him and, on the day you left this world to a place he had no way of reaching, was the day he stopped caring 

There were rumors of a man who took little to no payment for almost any job - 300 mora and he’d handle your issue. They called him “The soulless vessel” for he was void of any and all emotions 

How could he hold onto something that he didn’t understand anymore, how was he capable of experiencing a sensation that had no more purpose - he was nothing but a shell without you 

“Psst, Daini. Hey sleepy, wake up.” The sound of your laughter, let me hear it again.

“Silly, we can’t sleep forever, wake up.” The touch of your hands, oh I remember them now … were they always this small. 

“I guess we can rest a bit longer, you know I won’t mind.” Your lips, how could I have forgotten their warmth; I’ll let you remind me. 

“Dainsleif, I love you.” 

The birds pulled him from his dream, their chirping calls to each other a playful and carefree tune. He felt the warmth of the sun on his face, how it cast its glow across his lips but as the memory of his dream began to fade away he covered his eyes with his hand to hide the tears that disappeared into his hair.

“Forgive me …” 

 Diluc

Lingering ghosts loved to slip into the darkness that was Diluc Ragnvindr - when they fit so perfectly there, why wouldn’t they make him their home 

He had countless people close to him perish and each one was a direct result of his actions - his father, a slash of a blade, his brother, a clash of opposing elements, his values, a single dismiss of a hand, his friends, the darkness of the abyss and the hands of the Fatui -- there was nothing he let get close anymore because it was only a matter of time before he brought it crumbling to the pit of his existence 

How could he have been so naive - what was hope but a debilitating disease and yet you purged all of that from his mind every time you entered his space, every time you pushed your way past the walls he so expertly crafted -- you were the last thing he clung to, the last light he vowed to protect 

“You know, you don’t have to worry about me all the time, I’m more capable than you think.” You crossed your arms and gave him a cocky smirk, the bag of supplies resting at your feet as they waited for you to pick them back up again. It was only because of his hesitancy that they were there in the first place. 

“I have seen your capabilities many times, yes.” 

“So, what, you don’t trust me.” 

“That is far from the truth.” He looked at you for a moment before sighing in defeat. His hand reached for the bag and lifted it to your hands. “Do be careful, is all that I ask.” 

“You know I will.” With a bright smile, you took the pack and slung it over your shoulder. In your excitement, you turned toward the door before pausing as if you forgot something and when you hurled yourself back to him only to place a kiss on his lips, he felt the heat from his pounding heart rise into his cheeks. “See you soon, handsome.” 

“I’ll be waiting.” 

The distant and closed-off winery owner turned into a being of rage the day of your death. No matter how hard those closest to him tried to quell the wildfire that was his fury, they could only stand back and deal with the aftermath - The flame of Diluc’s devastation was so great that it left a permanent scar in Mondstadt and to this day the earth has yet to heal 

It was on him to protect you and he couldn’t, he wasn’t even there to try and he wasn’t sure what was worse - but one was for sure, the anguish he felt knowing you called out for him but he never came to save you ate him up inside. He wasn’t Diluc Ragnvindr anymore, he was no-one 

“Diluc! Come back!” Kaeya shouted but he couldn’t hear over the sound of the violent crashing and eerie nothingness in front of him. 

“Kaeya, don’t!” Another voice joined the noise but Diluc didn’t turn around. In front of him was the only answer to his shattered and empty heart. 

“Diluc please, they wouldn’t want this!” Kaeya reached for Diluc’s arm but the pressure and wind from the opening were so great it felt like a thousand anchors were strapped to his body. “Diluc!” 

Suddenly, there was silence. No noise, no sound but the world continued to whip around like a violent storm. Kaeya’s fingers touched the fabric of his brother's coat and, as Diluc turned his head to look back, tears were streaming down his face. It was strange to see Diluc’s lips moving as if he were saying something but there was nothing, an unbearable amount of nothing.

Riddled with fear, Kaeya extended his hand toward the rip in space and as soon as he felt the pulse of his vision escape his fingers, his others curled around Diluc’s jacket and flung him backward. In the settling explosion, the sound of the world slipped back in and as those who cared deeply for the man who no longer knew his name drew closer, the first thing they saw was his hunched-over body guarded by blue and the sound of his painful cries. 

Zhongli

To know suffering, to know loss was nothing new to the Geo Archon. For six thousand years he watched those close to him rise in greatness and fall in agony - for some they were thrust into death by a number of means and for others, well, his hands have never been clean 

Still, even if he had known what it was like to lose someone he loved, it was never easy and while he always knew the day would come when you left this world to walk a path he’d never know, it wasn’t something he expected so soon 

There were endless memories he couldn’t wait to make with you - the engraving your life into the notches of his soul, to be reminded of your face by simply turning around, to recall your wit with banter of his own, to be inspired by you every single day he stepped out the door -- why didn’t you stay 

“Welcome home, Zhongli.” You were already preparing the table with the teacups by the time he entered your home. It was elegant incarnate to watch you move around the room, to place everything so perfectly and properly that he wondered if you hadn’t been a spirit in another life. 

“I am home.” He reached for your waist and pulled you close, his smile setting yours off, and as the kettle began to sound he first greeted you with a heartwarming kiss. 

There are many things he can circumvent - his capabilities are endless but he found that no matter how strong a person is, there is one thing strength cannot beat 

To watch you slowly suffer was a torturous thing. Every day you grew weaker and weaker, your skin changed but the kindness of your smile outweighed it all until the day finally came ... 

A ceremony to send someone off is a beautiful thing, a celebration of their life while they kept it their own, a remembrance and blessing to hold strong every impact they made - but to Zhongli that day was laced with bitterness 

He made the arduous steps up the hillside. His legs carried him on even when nothing else of him felt the desire to do so. When he finally reached the peak, he prepared everything so skillfully as if he’d practiced this a thousand times, and it's possible he did for there was no end to his life even if he wished for it. 

“My dear, the flowers are blooming splendidly.” He set the burning incense by the weathered tombstone. It had faded and eroded over the years, but as he brushed the engraving with his fingers, he could still make out its marks. 

The chimes in the tree rang out as he poured a glass of tea before setting it against the small offering before you. “Ah, I can only hope you are able to see them from beyond the veil.” As he gazed out over the vast field, the sun illuminated the thousands of flowers that surrounded your grave, and, as he took a sip of his tea, he sighed contentedly before continuing, “Never worry, I shall cultivate more until you do. I know how fond you were of flowers.”

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