#tiredness saga

[galen-the-technomage]

for the last while I haven't been on much except for weekends cause I don't really like using mobile tumblr much and I haven't been well enough to consistently sit up (at a desktop) on work days so it's usually just a shuffled queue during the week. BUT I do read notifications throughout the week and always like to read people's tags on stuff.

#some words #tiredness saga #the explanation no one asked for #but that i felt like giving #i spend a lot of my work day on a laptop in bed #thanks long covid

[riddler-green]

Tea for three. Prologue

Summary: You have been a patient/prisoner of Arkham for several months since you were charged with a crime you did not commit. But what happens when you meet Batman's latest enemy? the man of the hour? In which you help Batman on his cases, you're Edward's new favorite person, and Jonathan is part of your past that you want so badly to return to.

Edward Nashton x reader, Bruce Wayne x reader, Jonathan Crane x reader.

A/n: Holaaa everyone! here I am posting another story that I thought of in a sleepless night, I think it's one of my most ambitious fics that I've been planning but that makes it cooler! I should clarify that this fanfic is mixed with the 2022 movie with the Nolan saga (but in such a minuscule way that it's barely imperceivable). I'm back from my vacation so I'll update my other work soon! ♡

I also want to clarify that English is not my first language, so an apologize for the spelling mistakes. ✧˖°. (My English is rusty :´p).

(Also this fanfic is published on AO3) ✿

Warning: Fluff and angst, Obsessive Behavior, Canon Compliant (the flood occurred, sorry) Movie spoiler (Batman 2022) if there is another warning I did not put, please let me know.

Words: 5,400

You stroll as two guards lead you to a room, you don't know where they are taking you but it's not like you could complain either. The guards behind you ignored you all the way chatting with each other as if they were not watching an Arkham patient, they let you into the individual visiting room. Still, you nicknamed it the interrogation room because you only come here when that person requests your presence.

You sit down without a problem in the stiff metal chair, the approving noise of the iron partition sounds throughout the place, and you hear one of the guards closing the door leaving you alone with him.

At first, it was tedious, even traumatic in a way to come to this room to talk to the person who captured you and brought you to Arkham without hesitation. You couldn't refuse to see him, not when the caped man is a colleague of an important commissioner. No matter how many times you told him, how many times you yelled at him that you were innocent, he either didn't believe you or just wouldn't listen. You got tired of telling everyone around you that it wasn't your fault, none of them listened to you.

The metal partition rises completely, and little by little you see the almost imperceptible figure of the knight of the night. He kept silent without sitting down, standing in front of you analyzing you as everyone does nowadays, but you no longer care what he thinks of you, you are practically a hopeless case for him.

"Hello?" your greeting sounded confusing, you were not expecting a visit from him, but you have an idea why he comes to you, on certain occasions he shows you cases of different indoles, also that he has found some clue of the…

"I'm looking for the Riddler" He doesn't greet you and moves closer to the glass that separates them, you can take a better look at him, he's still the same since the last time you saw him, his attire nor his face have changed at all, but you notice something different in his voice, is it tiredness you hear?

"The Riddler?" you look at him unclear as to what he means "Who is that?".

"A serial killer" he informs you, you often hear those terrible words from him, how often does Batman chase killers like that, it's like there's one every week, it's cruel but it's the truth, Gotham is the cradle of evil, hell on earth, some would say.

"And what have I got to do with him?" you ask hesitantly.

Batman leaves a gray folder in the crack that connects the two rooms as if it were a mailbox "I need to know your perspective".

For a moment you thought about rejecting whatever is in that folder, but your curiosity won you over, you slowly grabbed the folder somewhat heavy because of the many sheets stored, on the cover of the folder you can see a CLASSIFIED in capital letters, that fuels your interest even more and you open the folder.

It's a lot to take in at once, you open your eyes from the initial shock, you haven't seen so much blood since your clinical internship days, you close the folder for a few seconds to recover, and you look Batman in the eye with a frown, he didn't even warn you how grotesque the case could be. 

Batman looks back at you completely seriously, he looks immutable and silent. You open the folder again and are greeted by the same disturbing images "Wow, it's something " you comment uneasily.

You see the evidence, black and white photos of the murders stapled to the autopsy reports, it is amazing how this man can have such information. the more time you spend reading the events and the evidence the more disturbed you become. 

Mayor Don Mitchell Jr, mayor of Gotham for several years, you saw him once at a social event done by Gotham University, he was happy and smiling maybe because of the excess alcohol in his veins. but now you look at the crime scene, his face completely wrapped in duct tape.

"No more lies..." you whisper reading the message on the corpse of the mayor, then that was with an already established motive, to give a statement.

On the other hand, Commissioner Savage's body is barely recognizable, the cage on his head says it all.

This is no ordinary killer.

What have you gotten yourself into, batman?

"why are you showing me this?" you manage to ask him even with the murders fresh in your mind, you don't think you will sleep tonight.

The already-seated masked man repeats to you "I need to know your perspective".

"As a patient or as a psychologist?" technically you can no longer practice your career since they took away your degree, but he doesn't correct you, you peruse everything that was offered, the riddles, the pictures of all the letters he has left for Batman, descriptions of the crime scene, write-ups of the witnesses who found the bodies.

"Both" he declares.

The handcuffs on your wrists do not give you much freedom to move your arms but do not prevent you from handling the documents in the folder, if Batman thought this might interest you he was right, for better or worse you did not stop seeing file after file.

"How extravagant," you say your first impressions "Brusque with his victims, he really is angry" You turn the page to see the pictures of his riddles "But he is also ingenious, this is not prepared from one day to another, he has been planning this for a long time, I would say years".

"Angry at who?" the man in front of you asks but you don't answer him instantly, you take your time carefully reading all the research, it's a lot for only one killer and few victims, but it's nothing that can be used to find him.

"With the world" you turn the page to see Commissioner Savage's crime scene photo "The pattern is evident, the mayor...the commissioner...does not kill ordinary civilians." 

"Do you think it's political?".

You barely smile at the mere idea that this is just politics "No, this is too intimate for him, riddles are an essential part of his life that he knows how to use to his advantage...and I only come to one conclusion..." you shut up and rearrange the documents to close the folder. 

"What is it?" batman questions you with intrigue in his voice.

You see him again, he must be desperate somehow to find this Riddler who asks for the opinions of third parties, of "crazy" people like you, something he dislikes, he prefers to work alone, that's his emblem. Deep down it angers you to no end, he hasn't caught your living nightmare and he's already looking for another asshole.

"That" you passed him the folder through the crack in the partition between rooms, and he retrieves it in his hands "Is revenge, Batman, and a very wicked one."

"Give me a diagnosis" he speaks faster, and the anger starts to seep into his face and it satisfies you to sometimes see him like this, frustrated Batman...yeah that's a first.

you smile and relax in your stiff metal seat "You should ask Dr. Crane for that, he's more prepared than I am, don't you think?".

"He refused" You'd know he'd turn it down, he's not like Batman or you, he doesn't even like to play Clue.

"yeah, he doesn't have the hobby of playing detective" you shrug your shoulders "I can't give you a diagnosis because it's little, he has left only what he wants us to know, maybe he includes you in this because he admires you or because he wants to kill you, who knows" you blurt out everything you think without any shame, in your mind you are already putting together a criminal profile with only what he gave you, but you won't tell him that, he doesn't deserve your help.

The masked man's posture tenses and he begins to clench his fists, your smile grows. 

"all that, all those little clues he leaves you make me think this is all a big riddle on his part" You pointed to the folder held by one of his gloved hands.

"I don't think he's going to stop until he sees everyone on his list dead."

What you told him seemed to affect him, because he suddenly gets up and goes to the door without looking at you, and he found no news "I can't waste time" he whispers with disdain, he leaves the room and you stand watching the door where he left.

So it's a riddle against the clock, huh? you think.

The sky in Gotham looks like a landscape worthy to take a picture of, from here you can see the buildings of different heights, the traffic between highways, and the bridges, even if you force your sight you can see people walking.

"Do you like the view?".

You continue to look through the window reinforced with bars and tempered glass, the bars cover part of the landscape but you can still admire the beautiful gray sky full of clouds ready to rain.

"yes..." you say putting your hands between the bars without stopping to think how happy you would be just to be out of this abyss. you didn't appreciate the beauty of the freedom you had before you were here.

"What do you like most about the view?".

You take a few seconds to respond, the handcuffs on your wrists started to itch on your skin, that itch so normalized on your skin that you don't do much to get rid of that itch, you didn't look away from the window, this simple reinforced window brought you comfort for all these months.

"Everything."

"You hear the voice of your therapist repeat your answer and nod, will your cafeteria still be open? The Gotham Library will have finally added new books? the university will have already changed that horrible lamp in one of your favorite classrooms? 

Batman already caught the Riddler?

"What a good answer actually, but I need you to sit down for a further conversation, soon the session will be over" The doctor's professional tone makes you tense up, you feel like you are not talking to a human but to a fucking robot, that's how you have thought them since you were imposed to this therapist.

You listen to what you say and sit in the other chair where you are supposed to be for the whole session, however, Mr. M has let you have the sessions while you watch from the only window, you are grateful for that, even if you didn't like him at all.

"I have been informed about your good behavior this week, if you continue like this you can be given more access through the hospital" Mr.M speaks calmly looking through several documents held by a wooden board.

Fuck you, you thought but didn't tell him, you don't have the luxury of being rude to him. you'll never get the same freedom you got when you were still an average citizen of Gotham and it saddens you, it makes your blood boil to remember every moment of your existence that you're here unjustly.

"Thank you" You speak as little as possible because you know you would break down in tears just remembering that you are another day of your life wasted locked up among so many criminals.

"But" Mr.M stops looking at his documents to turn to look at you "I was also told that you refuse to take your medication, why is that?".

"Why don't I need them" you speak cuttingly again, the itch in your wrists grows and you scratch with your fingernails without realizing it.

"you have to take his medicine...it will make your recovery process more enjoyable" he grabs his tablet with documents and writes again, Mr.M does not scold you but you perceive it like this, you want to go back to your cell, you feel so ashamed that your skin gets hot, how did you come to this? How did you fall so low that you are the one they have to medicate? 

"Fine" you lie to him, you dislike the taste of the medicine they force you to take, you know perfectly well what they prescribe you, you studied for it after all.

But everyone seems to forget that.

Only Batman can recognize your abilities, but he does not help you at all in your case.

And well, you paranoidly believe that Jonathan is only talking to you out of unconscious guilt.

"Okey" Mr. M gives a soft smile "Just one last question before our time is up" he checks the time on his wrist watch "Have you made a new friend? Have you managed to get along with anyone?".

You avoid the gaze of your therapist "No" you denied, another issue you don't want to address, your notorious loneliness in this hospital. If it weren't for your unique best friend who works here, you would be all alone.

"Why?."

You don't answer him, you also question the same thing, you haven't had an interest to socialize with the other patients since you arrived, and there are still things that are not clear to you.

Mr. M sighs dropping his papers in a file cabinet near him "Well, I'll leave it as homework for you to start seeing new people, making a friend sounds excellent."

"I'll try" You don't lie to him.

"Perfect."

It's been a day since Batman visited you and you had your weekly session with Mr.M, you haven't been able to sleep due to the tremendous curiosity of the new assassin the bat is looking for.

Just when you thought nothing could surprise you in this city since your accident, along comes a man with a question mark and puts the whole city in check, that's the city to him, a colossal chessboard, the DPGC, the Gotham elite, the citizens, they are all pieces in the game, and Batman and he are the only players.

Batman said he didn't have time, Does that mean that he has to catch him these days? how curious, with the Joker, it took months to find him, you were only intercepted in a couple of hours, and the Scarecrow...

no, you don't want to think about him.

You get distracted thinking about the Riddler again, you do your daily service arranging books in the small library of Arkham, your safe place where few or no people stop around these parts, here it is not necessary to use your wrist and neck cuffs, but your uniform is still on, and the plastic bracelet with your information identify you as a patient.

You yawn as you place a couple of worn-out books on the shelf, you felt like a bookstore worker, sometimes you usually fantasize that you are one to take away your boredom, but others usually burst your dreamy bubble.

Today, one of the guards decided to turn on the old-fashioned TV set in one of the upper corners of the library, you stand near a bookcase to see what channel they put on this time, usually they only put on the sports channel to watch the game of the moment.

But on this occasion, the guard put on the news channel, and you immediately put down the books you have to accommodate to concentrate on what is shown on TV.

The guard is still standing and so are you, both watching a live breaking news broadcast. The news anchor reports a new Riddler attack.

He bombed a prosecutor at the mayor's funeral.

The guard's face looked more and more frightened, you watched the news with morbid curiosity. Batman's new opponent seems more sadistic than you thought, that detailed report confirmed it.

But seeing their repeated acts on TV was shocking, you even heard the guard who put on the news say in a low voice " We are doomed. "

You silently agree with him, for the first time you are relieved to be locked away from all the chaos going on right now.

You saw how the explosion managed to reach Batman, surprising you as the guard, the man takes off his distinctive security guard hat when he sees the video, on the other hand, you are still stunned, not believing it, somehow you forgot that this man dressed in black and wearing a cape is still a human of flesh and blood, he simply can't die like that, not when he has things to save, people to capture.

He hasn't found your living nightmare yet.

Before you pull your hair out in frustration the news anchor states that Batman is still alive, the guard satisfied by the information puts his cap back on and returns to his guard position which is the entrance to the library.

You are still looking at the report, and suddenly the image of the man who calls himself the Riddler appears. You hadn't seen him in such detail until this moment, the photos in the Batman report were extremely blurry images, but this time he is in HD, he is completely wrapped in green clothes, and the only thing you can see of him, is his eyes. 

His voice is altered but you can notice that venomous tone of his he asked prosecutor Gil Colson some riddles, but in the end, he couldn't answer what Riddler wanted.

You sigh while grab another couple of books and start arranging them one by one. If Batman is still alive it means this isn't over.

"I knew I would find you here".

"It's not like I can go many places" You smile slightly turning to look at the man who spoke to you. 

Jonathan Crane, the living legend of the hospital, with tailored suits, no wrinkles in his coat, and a well-made tie that matches the sweater he wears under his coat. There isn't a single time you haven't seen Jonathan without his perfect appearance but maybe it's just you idealizing as usual. 

Jonathan gives you a polite smile "Right" Just by hearing that you know he won't stay to chat for long, he tends to contradict you most of the time just to annoy you and agree with you when he's busy.

"Are you coming to get a book?" you ask him the first thing that comes to mind.

"No, I wanted to talk to you before I left," he says adjusting his glasses "I'm going away for a couple of weeks to blüdhaven University to give lectures, it will be a simple thing" Your smile doesn't falter, you are touched that he lets you know when he won't be able to see you, and how he manages to keep the conversation so casual. 

As if they were still colleagues.

"Is that so? What will you talk about?".

"Childhood traumas" he reveals looking at you without any shyness, he has a barely perceptible smile but you notice it. 

"why am I not surprised?" you resume your work in arranging books "Although you know how to pick interesting topics, I wish I could attend" You recognize that Jonathan has been too devoted to his work and student life, he is that kind of strict professor who gives his students nightmares from the assignments and exams he gives. His lectures are fascinating, to say the least, you attended many.

"I'll tell you about it when I get back, in the meantime" From inside his suit he pulls out a  flyer in half "It's something extremely summarized but it'll do" You take the piece of paper and stuff it in one of your pockets. It's not the first time Jonathan smuggles things to you, god, you can even be sure he gives you something every time you see each other. 

"Thank you" you thanked looking at his face, he also remains silent looking at you, the eye contact between you is not something out of another world either, on your part, it's a habit that started when you were still studying, you can't help but want to observe everyone around you, analyze them somehow, see their behavior.

Jonathan does the same, but more rigorous and practical, he is direct and not afraid to say it, you see his hair combed to his liking, his glasses clean without any smudge, his eyes examining you. 

You leave your admiring mode when you diverted your gaze a little to the old TV that is still on, the news keeps showing the latest events of the hours, repeating the most recent crime of Riddler.

Your smile dims as you recall the video of the explosion, the prosecutor begging for mercy and the bomb stuck in his chest.

"Did you see what happened at the mayor's funeral?" you whisper to him in a low voice trying not to let anyone hear them, you look with your eyes for the guard on duty but you can't find him, Jonathan must have asked him for some privacy time, at times you forget the influence that the man in front of you has generated with years and effort.

He turns his head for a few seconds watching the news on TV and turns to look at you again with a sensible and neutral face. 

"yes, I saw it, I was there when it happened".

"What?" you utter with surprise "You were there?" there was no sign of a lie on his face to make you think he wasn't telling you the truth.

"Some teachers from the university we went to give condolences when the show happened" Jonathan clarifies simply, you approach him to talk closer, he doesn't seem upset "So it's true? Riddler attacked that prosecutor?".

"He killed him."

You shut up for a moment because of his statement, it's true, Riddler killed him, and almost Batman too.

"And Batman? Did you see him in action?" at this point you sound like first-rate gossip, but still Jonathan answers your questions, but is no longer as pleased doing so, the moment you mention Batman. 

"He arrived when most of the people had already been evacuated."

"Wow" you blurt out surprised, if you didn't know him better you would have been uneasy with his calmness when talking about the experience, he says it without any fear because that's exactly what's so special about Jonathan in your eyes, he's not afraid of anything.   

"Batman looked you up, didn't he?" Jonathan changes the subject quickly and you nod your head, you move away from his side to reach for a cart full of books to be arranged "He wanted my opinion on the riddler, can you believe it?" you laugh "I told him to look you up better, but you turned him down."

"That's right" he assures leaning on one of the bookcases for comfort, he looks at you picking up a book and you place it among several other books on another bookcase "I don't lend myself to that sort of thing".

"I know, killjoy Crane" you scoff boldly.

"Whatever you say" he sighs "I have to go, there will be a meeting at the university" Before you could say goodbye properly, he approaches you to give you an extremely momentary hug, it was so fast that you couldn't return the hug because he had already separated from you. You swore you could smell some of his cologne.

"uh yeah, see ya" You are barely able to utter the words without getting over the small contact they made, he has said goodbye to you like this, but you are still not used to it.

Jonathan smiles at you picking up his briefcase that you didn't see in the first place, walks to one of the tables where the TV control is, picks it up, and turns off the TV "I don't like you watching that" he tells you already heading for the exit where the guard re-enters the library.

You wrinkle your forehead due to irritation. Sometimes you don't understand Jonathan.

You genuinely thought your head was going to explode from the pain. 

Being in Arkham meant being cut off from the outside, you had no idea of the chaos that erupted overnight, the perverse game of Batman and Riddler was so forceful, that Arkham unexpectedly came into the spotlight when the green-masked man was captured. An alert in your head went off when you heard from a very nervous guard. You thought it was almost impossible for Batman to catch Riddler, and that he's here being processed to this hospital gives a lot to suspect.

The report Batman showed you are not wrong, the madman of riddles is too elusive to be caught in such a short time.

Why? You ask yourself, why did he let himself be defeated?

The hospital was in chaos with the arrival of the new patient in the middle of the night, nurses running around, and security guards moving patients to different cells temporarily, you were taken out of your small cell to another one just as small and almost the same.

Even with suspicion in your being, you don't understand what all the fuss was about, not even when they paraded the Joker through the main hall in a straitjacket as if he were a villain from some movie did they get as upset as they are now with Riddler.  

You sat on your new bed just as hard as the one in your previous cell, not wanting to catch the social panic you try to meditate, Mr. M advised you to do so and since then you put it into practice.

Maintaining a state of relaxation is difficult but you have practiced it for months, you started the breathing exercises, and as you slowly inhale and exhale your thoughts begin to melt one after the other, calming you down, and making your anxiety about all the fuss disappear.

You exhale again and inhale hard again, you could be doing this all day, you have nothing to worry about, you're in your world, locked away from society, and must be recovering from whatever Riddler did as his closing snap.

You open your eyes and stop doing your breathing exercises, you hear a laugh. But not just any laughter, but a loud and annoying laughter, you instantly get up from your bed and run towards the door with a small glass window. The laughter was not your imagination, and you can recognize it now that you are closer to the door.

You don't see any guards guarding this section of cells, how strange. The laughter continues unabated. It must be some neighbor of your cell because of the proximity of the noise and you have an idea of who it might be but you ignore it for only a few minutes, you can't take it anymore and yell "Can you shut up for once?".

Your cell neighbor stops laughing and you can finally feel at peace, but instead starts a conversation.

"Scarecrow?" you close your eyes just hearing that horrible nickname he gave you at some point during his hospital stay. relatively the two have been in Arkham for a similar amount of time, both trapped by Batman and calling them the dark knight's worst enemies. 

But you could never compare yourself to someone like him Joker. 

You had a chance to get to know each other when you let him participate in common activities, you don't want to remember the first time you spoke to each other, it ended badly, period.

"Don't call me that, asshole" you insult him and he sounds pleased with your response.

"Ah! Are we sensitive today? It's a holiday! Let's celebrate!" 

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"our guest of honor has arrived, only his final trick is missing!" he continues to speak in that animated voice that irritates you.

When you talk to the Joker you get that feeling that he is speaking in another language, but he is not, you understand what you are saying but at the same time, you don't. You also realized that he knows too much to be just an Arkham patient. 

But everyone at the hospital can assure you that your neighbor is not an ordinary patient at all.

This time you managed to understand his words, Riddler still has an ace up his sleeve, how could the Joker find out about that?

"Did Batman interrogate you too?".

"Of course he did...I'm his favorite!" he replies in the same arrogant manner as always "but I don't forgive him for being so crude on our anniversary."

"So you saw it, huh? I don't think this is a coincidence" You suppose the Joker must have seen it too, of course, he may be reciprocally insupportable but he's not stupid.

The clown laughs, but you don't, you didn't say anything funny in your opinion.

"Poor little Riddler, he thinks he can be just like him."

You ponder what he says, returning to your bed as you sit up again, the sky begins to clear and you can see it through the tiny barred window.

What if this assassin wanted to imitate Batman in some way? 

"What a bizarre introjection you've made, Riddler" you whisper.

First, there was an explosion.

You felt the whole cell rumble, you woke up instantly and got up from your bed to run to the door even with your eyes swollen from sleep, naively you thought it was some kind of earthquake. You stuck your face to the glass of the door in search of a guard or nurse, whatever it is that will help you get out of this cell, you don't want to die here.

However, the section was still empty, there was no one in the guards' small surveillance cubicle, and you could only perceive the monitors on, showing the news. 

You heard a completely strident noise, there was no earthquake. You turned slowly to the window, the color was changing from gray to orange.

It can't be.

you rush to see what's going on, you grab a piece of your bed to climb on it and reach the high window of the cell, you level yourself by holding your hands on the rusty metal bars, and you catch a glimpse of what caused such a noise. 

You saw the light of an explosion, the combination of yellow and red colors coloring the sky, the smoke, the fire. The explosion happened far away from Arkham, but you can still see it in detail, then the noise became present, and you grimace at the impact on the walls, but it was not over yet.

Explosion after explosion went off all over the city, from bridges to seawalls, a scene so hard to believe if you weren't watching it right now.

The sight takes your breath away, you are so stunned that you almost fall to the floor witnessing such an act, this is what the Joker is referring to? the Riddler's final trick?

not even the scarecrow did so much damage to this city, you underestimated the man with the riddles.

You could not take your eyes off the explosions, there were too many and well-armed to generate so much destruction. The second thing was the water, the waves and drains getting out of control and flooding several streets.

You grip the metal bars tighter, not believing this is real, but it is. Not just bombs but a flood, was that what he had under his mask? Is Gotham drowning with innocent people? 

It makes sense now, his cooperation when caught, the guards' restless attitude, and Batman's uneasiness.

All.

Suddenly you focus on the bustle of what seems to be your cell neighbors, you didn't notice when they put the other patient in the cell next to yours. The noises came together to form a horrifying atmosphere. The laughter of the Joker, the excited laughter of your other neighbor, and the explosions that went on and on. Even with your breathing exercises, you could not relax in the face of this horrifying event.

Slowly you let go of the bars and stop looking in the window, slowly you understand one thing.

Someone beat Batman.

Thank you very much for reading! And sorry for the mistakes!*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.

#the riddler x reader #edward nashton x reader #dano riddler x reader #riddler x reader #paul dano x reader #bruce wayne x reader #jonathan crane x reader

[thefaithfulwriter1]

𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 (𝟎𝟏. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄)

𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 |❝ You have bewitched me, body and soul. ❞

Summary - You are a young witch moving to Forks Washington after certain events that changed you. All you wanted was to start anew with your family. While trying to start another chapter in your life you find yourself forming a bond and falling in love with a vampire named Taehyung. Both of you start an adventure with each other and go through the troubles together being, a rare pair, a witch and vampire in love.

Pairing - Vampire!Taehyung x Fem!Witch!reader

Alternative Universe - Twilight Saga

Warnings - Language, Angst, Fluff, Spoilers, Violence, Gore of sorts, Past Abuse, Blood, Semi Smut, Mature Themes, May Add If Needed

Clouds. Trees. Leaves. Green. Gray. Brown. Blue.

There was a vast amount of white and gray clouds of different shades, shapes, and sizes in the grayish blue serene sky. But it stopped in the middle abruptly. To clash along with the different green tree tops. With their unique colors and forms that included different greens and browns. Looking around everything was damp. Drops of water were everywhere dripping beautifully.

Some would probably say it just rained. But you would say the sky had just stopped crying, but that was just yor thinking on the matter. The nature here all clashed so beautifully, just as beautiful and unique as any other place. The place that comes to your mind though, was New York, your home state.Though it was the total opposite of the place you were at now. You still thought they were beautiful in their own way.

The nature and uniqueness were all you could see and could think about at the moment. As you sat in the backseat of her stepfather's car. While the seats before you were being preoccupied by two men. Who were different in their own way but alike in some ways. Right now though the two were bickering continuously. The two had been playfully bantering the whole trip. The two men were your stepfather who was driving, and then next to him was your godfather. Your godfather who you saw as your uncle and called him Uncle Will. Who happened to be sitting in the passenger seat.

"Are we there yet? " William Johnson, your uncle whined to her step-father for the tenth time during your ride. He seemed to be bored at the moment more than anything. Because when he wasn't stuck in his head, or it wasn't a serious matter... he joked around and spoke a lot. Soon you could hear your step-father take a deep breath that was filled with irritation. Seeming to be over with Will's antics, knowing that he was about to joke about a song having hear it before during the drive. Hearing them you looked from the window. You turn to put your attention on the two. Watching the two of them argue again. Being it was one of your sources of entertainment during the drive.

"Man, if you ask me one more time. Imma come from way back when and smack the shit outta you," your stepfather Max Wilson yelled with agitation as he turned to William with an agitated look. After a moment Max then turned to put his focus back on the road. Then and there you could tell he was done with this drive altogether. You could also feel his emotions, irritation. tiredness, but also amusement. That he was hiding very well.

"Here we go again," you had heard a mutter come from the seat next to you. As you soon felt a nudge under your hand. There they were next to you was a black cat with its ears flickering and tail swaying behind them. As they nudge their head under your hand trying to get your attention. The black cat was male. He went by the name of Yoongi, and he was also known as Suga. Who happened to also be your familiar. Looking down, you placed a hand on his head to pet him. You then sent him a discreet nod as you continued to watch the two men in front of you begin arguing again.

"Why you gotta be so rude?" William sang with a pout. As he leaned his head back on the head rest of his seat looking at Max with his wide dark brown eyes. He was being overly dramatic at the moment. But if he wasn't he wouldn't be Will. He was a man who was humorous and a jockster. But when the time called for it he could be serious. But still even then he'd tried to crack a joke to lighten the mood. This caused you to smile thinking about Will and his jokes and humor.

"Why you gotta be so freaking annoying?" Max grumbled with tense shoulders. Even though Max was agitated, he couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face. While he playfully bantered with his best friend. Max was the serious one of the two. But he could still joke around when the time calls for it. He could still loosen up when he wanted to, but take charge when needed.

"You both sound like an old married couple," you voiced with a chuckle. As you looked at the two men in front of you. Before turning your attention to Yoongi. Who was now climbing into your lap making himself comfortable. With a smile you began to pet him as he purred and lied on your lap. It always made you smile when he was affectionate. Being that he was only affectionate with you.

"Well damn, why you gotta be so rude too, Y/n," William sang again but to you. Turning his head to you with an exaggerated pout on his face. While Max playfully whined like a child. Max then looked up at you through the rear view mirror with his own over exaggerated pout. These two when alone were funny, but together they were hilarious. They could make anyone laugh if they wanted to. Which they did often.

"Why do you guys gotta act like five-year old's Uncle Will? " You retorted back looking at the two with an innocent smile. Shaking your head you looked down quickly at Yoongi petting him trying to hide your giggles. Not being able to help it but egg them on. Yoongi though didn't seem to care as he laughed loudly.

"Oh burn," Yoongi chuckled with his heavy accent. Looking at the two men with a tilt of his head. He was always aggravated with the two and their jokes. But he couldn't deny they were good men. They have done so much for him like you have. He was happy to be a part of this little family and was grateful that they accepted him.

"Oh, shut up you pet," William snapped at Yoongi jokingly. William had a smirk upon his face. Knowing how much Yoongi despised being called a 'pet'. So, William used it every chance he could to get a rise out of the familiar. It was always in a joking manner. Yoongi knew but he really couldn't stand being called 'pet'. Which you could see even in his cat form you could tell he was angered. But you could tell his anger was rising through the bond you had. You also knew he was grumpy because he hadn't sleep that much during the ride. Having been trying to keep you calm. He knew how nervous you were because of the big change you were going through. Everyone knew you hated change.

"That, that is just cold," Maxed started with a shake of his head. While trying to ignore William and Yoongi. The two could go at each other continuously just like himself and William. But the two can get harsh with their jokes. Which Max really didn't want to hear at the moment. So, he tried to keep his attention off them. But it was no use as he heard Yoongi from your lap.

"Call me pet one more freaking time,''Yoongi growled, ready to pounce on William. Though before he could you were quick to pull him close to your chest. As you began to rub behind his ears down his back. Knowing the gesture would calm him. Which led Yoongi to fall into your chest. As he let out a loud purr. William was once again about to say another insult but was stopped by the glare you sent his way. Doing this caused your eyes to change into a reddish orange. Being that whenever you were feeling an intense emotion. At that moment you were annoyed immensely. Seeing this caused William to clear his throat. Not wanting to invoke you and turned his attention to Max.

"Max, well she is your daughter," William said, turning in his seat. Turning his teasing on Max once again. Also changing the subject off of Yoongi. Who was content in your arms. Seeming to be falling asleep as he fell deeper in your arms. Which caused you to smile as you continued to pet him behind his ears.

"What's that got to do with anything?" Max questioned William with a raised brow not denying the accusation. You though didn't contribute to the conversation. Because you was too busy hugging Yoongi close to you and petting him still. Yoongi then nudged you lazily under your chin. Seeming to finally fall asleep as he laid against your chest purring contently.

"Well she must have gotten it from somewhere," William insisted. Which you thought was kind of true as you listen to the two. Yes, Max wasn't your biological father. But Max was the closest thing you had to one. Him having raised you from a young age. So over the years of him raising you, you had picked up some of his habits. Not much but a few that you've carried along with you for years. The two of you never had a problem with it. But William brings it up any chance he gets to tease the two of you.

"You know she's got a mother right. She contributed too," Max retorted. Trying to take the blame off of himself. But Max soon shook his head, seeming to try to rid himself of memories. The memories of the past that haunted him at times. That he had gotten over. But he still had trouble remembering and being scared of it at times.

"Yea but that was one crazy bitch. She's nothing like her and you both raised her. So... she must've gotten it from you bro," William insisted once again. William knew what he said was true and wanted to get his pointed across on the matter. He knew you were nothing like your mother. Having been there in your life for a long time. He was there since you were a baby being friends with your mother for a long time. He was the one who had introduce Max and your mother together. Though he didn't know what happened to your mother. Neither men knew what happened to your mother. But they did know they were happy to have you in their life.

"I hate to agree but you're right man. She's better," Max praised you. As he sent you a soft sincere smile in the rearview mirror. Which you returned happily. Before you looked back out the window. Watching as the scenery went past as the car moved. But soon you looked down, stuck in your thoughts.

You were always happy when Max and William reminded you that you were nothing like your mother. Your mother being a cruel woman. She was nice the first years of your life. But when you started showing signs of magic... she changed drastically. Shaking your head you quickly turned to look out the window watching the trees and sky. Pulling Yoongi closer to you with a sigh kissing his furry head. Smiling when he purred. You were hoping that this move would be good for you. Hoping it would help you let go of the past and start seeing a new happy furture.

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At the moment, you were sitting in your new bed. As Yoongi laid contently in your lap purring. You were watching with amazement and concentration. Practicing your magic to put things in their appropriate places. While watching your magic as it floated things in the air; books, clothes, supplies, all of your things were floating everywhere from boxes. But as you were practicing your magic something came to your mind. You were so grateful for your magic. What would you do without it? But as you thought of that statement. In a quick moment you started to remember your past. The past you so desperately wanted to forget. The past that made you who you and what you were today. A very powerful witch. But what would have happened if she would have taken your powers? What would you have done then?

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Sitting in the corner of a basement you were tied up with rope. Your crying being muffled by tape over your mouth. A woman was standing in front of you, this woman was your mother. She was pacing back and forth vigorously, in panic reading the book in her hands. A book that you learned over the years was a grimoire.

You knew why her mother was panicking. She was panicking because she knew she didn't have enough time. Enough time to do what she had planned with the ritual she had set up for you. The reason being because Max and William would be on their way to save you soon. She was think of what she could do but came up with dead ends.

The reason you knew this was because you could hear her. More specifically, you could hear her thoughts. Her thoughts at the time were erratic and chaotic. But with her thoughts in such a state. it made it easy for you to find out many things from reading them. Being that her walls were down making her vulnerable along with them being loud. One thing that you found out was about the ritual she performed on you the night before. After she had used a spell on you to make you sleep.

The ritual that she had already done on you had made you more powerful than ever. You found out that was all part of her plan she had set up. You were just a vessel to hold the magic. Then she would extract it from you along with your own magic. Which made you weep from her spot in the corner.

That was the night you had been the most scared in your life. But it seemed to be the night that everything had changed for you. You have obtained more power than ever. Then without you knowing your magic had called out to Yoongi your familiar. You then ended up bonding with him as a witch and familiar. Who had been the one to take down your mother. When William and Max found you that night you were sobbing in the arms of Yoongi. Who had untied you and was trying to comfort and sooth you as he rocked you back and forth. While there was a pile of dust in front of you both where your mother once stood.

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"Hey Y/n. It's okay, come back to me. Come on," Yoongi's deep accent voice shook you from the past you were remembering. In front of you was a man. Who had long ebony hair, dark brown eyes, two black cat ears, and a tail swaying behind him. It took a moment, but you soon realized it was Yoongi in his human form. He was wearing his signature color black, a black shirt and a black pair of pants.

"Suga?" You sniffled as tears fell down your cheeks. As you looked around to find everything now floating mid air. Having stopped when you got caught up in your memory. This wasn't the first time this had happened. But everytime it happened you always had Yoongi there to help you through it. Which always made you grateful for your familiar.

"Hey sweetheart," Yoongi soothed. He placed a hand on your cheeks drying your tears and to try and keep you grounded. Looking around Yoongi then with a flick of his wrist, made everything go to their proper place with his own magic. The magic the both of you shared together.

"Was I out of it again," you whispered curiously. Looking into his dark brown eyes wondering what had happened. Sometimes when this happened you could be in a daze and not know what was happening around you. Which caused Yoongi to worry for you.

"Yes, but it's okay," Yoongi reassured you. He then reached behind you and began to pull the blanket on the bed back. He then gently pushed you to lay back into bed. He knew it was a little earlier, but he wanted you to get enough sleep for your first day of school tomorrow. He was worried for you but had faith in you. He had faith that you would get through this and would come out on top.

"Let's get you to bed, okay you've got school tomorrow my little witch," He reminded you softly. As he pulled the blankets over you. Making sure you were comfortable in bed.

"Okay," you sighed. As you began to get comfortable. Looking at the ceiling you were stuck in your thoughts. But your attention is grabbed when you hear a wisp of wind and a soft crack sound. Signifying that Yoongi was shifting into his cat form. When he was down shifting into his black cat form Yoongi then jumped into bed with you. Allowing you to hold him close.

"Yoongi?" You whispered as you petted Yoongi. Who was laying on your chest and purring as he rubbed his head under your chin. He was trying desperately to calm you. Which seemed to be working as you sighed snuggling closer to him.

"Yes Y/n," Yoongi answered. Looking up at you with a tilt of his head, He was curious wondering what you would ask him.

"You won't ever leave or hurt me right ?" You whispered the question that was plaguing her mind at the moment. As you looked down to her familiar of two years. Yoongi was quick to look up at you. He didn't put it against you to ask him such a question after having your mother betray you. You always seemed to ask him every once in a while. Which broke his heart. But he was quick to answer without hesitation.

"Never I'll always be here for you Y/n no matter what. Now get some sleep," Yoongi promised you. As he nudged you under your chin and began to purr. Which led you to fall into a deep dreamless sleep to the sound of Yoongi's purring.

#taehyung x reader #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts scenarios #vampire!taehyung #witch!reader #the twilight saga #twilight saga #taehyung imagine #taehyung scenarios #taehyung x you

[sleepingdeath-light]

cuddling hcs ; abyss monarch cookie

requested by ; anonymous (17/07/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; abyss monarch cookie

outline ; “Idk iif people will hate me for this, but how about cuddling headcanons for Abyss Monarch? With those tentacles there's potential in cuddles”

note ; fun fact for people that have been hanging around on my blog for a while: this request was originally sent over during ‘the tentacle saga’ lol

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

given that they’ve spent a significant portion of their life post sugarteara in near-complete isolation, it’s safe to assume that the idea of ‘cuddling’ wouldn’t be the most familiar thing to them — sure they’ve probably heard of it before but they likely don’t really see the point of it beyond trying to conserve or share heat in the freezing darkness of the abyss in which they dwell

all that to say, when you ask to cuddle them their immediate assumption is just that you’re cold so they wander take off their cloak and wrap it around your shoulders before wandering off to find other things to help you warm up (e.g. blankets, thicker clothing, etc.)

it’s all very confusing for you, honestly, and comes across as a sort of awkward half-rejection of your request until you realise (several layers deep into the cloth cocoon you were being wrapped in) the miscommunication that had happened

so you explain what you actually wanted from them — that being the physical affection and closeness that hugging brings rather than just the heat — and they, albeit with some reluctance and obvious confusion, offer a slow nod and move to actually hug you

they’re incredibly stiff and awkward for the first while, sitting straight as a post and as still as a statue as you clamber onto their lap and get comfortable, waiting until you seem content before they slowly wrap their arms around your middle — holding you close but not too much so, but also not really knowing what to do with their hands to the point that they’re hovering a few millimetres away from your back until you gently guide them towards your preferred cuddling position

but, after a while of sitting there and just basking in the feeling of your body against theirs, they start to adjust to this new strange form of intimacy and you can feel the tension leave their body as their shoulders drop and their body curls more and more around yours

protective, warm, loving, and startlingly soft given their usual aloof demeanour — but you’re certainly not going to complain and spoil the moment, so you just leave them be and allow yourself a private smile against the crook of your neck as you quietly bask in this rare moment of pure affection

and as time goes on and they get even more confident in themselves, you’ll find abyss monarch cookie to be an excellent cuddler (though they’d vehemently deny having such a softness to them if anyone ever asked) — especially when they wrap all of their tentacles around your body and hold you so close that you’re able to feel their heartbeat as if it were your own and you have to actually try in order to not just fall asleep in their arms (of course they’d let you, but you want to make these moments last as long as possible so you fight that tiredness for as long as you can)

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #fluff #fluff hcs #cookie run fluff #cookie run x reader #cro x reader #cro fluff #abyss monarch cookie x reader #abyss monarch cookie fluff

[laceadornedvampire]

idv dynamic masterpost

character tags: i have not been tagging anything gonna be real. there is an au for a ghost town under #ghosttownau though

kreiburg redesign by @ollie-draws-things as are all other redesigns :3

ghost hunting saga with kreiburg

victor & andrew centric discussion (includes victor centered tea shop au)

luca redesign

emil redesign

andrew redesign

earliest discussion of the ale friend group (bounces between all 3 of them)

average victor and norton interaction (may be irrelevant)

luca sickfic concept + discussion of his time in prison, brief talk of emil and andrew + their fight or flight trauma responses

short convo about blankets and their favorite foods (may be slightly irrelevant)

canon andrew info!

brief mention of andrew's schoolplace trauma

another brief instance of schoolplace trauma directly connected to above post (this came days later)

luca headcanons! (courtesy of @olliesneweyes)

brief mention of luca things

second instance of ale dynamics (also may be irrelevant....)

andrew luca emil scarring and injury discussion

victor grantz was in the mob

1900s asylum information (related to emil)

luca+andrew prompt

"god must hate you, andrew kreiss" animatic by Robotto and touching on andrew's religious trauma and potential inferiority complex

first post touching on the concept of andrew hitting a breaking point (directly related to above post), ale dynamic is developed more and an andrew sickfic concept leading to this fic by @dulcifiedjaws

another addition to the andrew sickfic concept (notes are irrelevant here)

post where qpr polycule becomes the offical concept to the chain

long post about the dynamic, including alva's ressurection and norton as an onlooker to the qpr polycule along with andrew's concept of atonement

songs for both the andrew/luca dynamic and emil as a person, along with a brief discussion of emil's character and small scenario between andrew and emil

ale bonding activities and talk of their childhoods

hospital based emil prompts

lock and key based luca prompts

emil and andrew based long post, discusses andrew's childhood and a potential story change in which emil and andrew see each other as children instead of emil and ada

fanfiction based off above discussion (ough i wrote this one. my contribution to the trinity is done)

analysis of the saint bernard andrew kreiss animatic by sunny/ren, influences descriptions of andrew's childhood

andrew eats shit

picrew chain involving andrew's perspective of the other two and explanations by @olliesneweyes (also i publicly humiliate myself because luca doesnt have black hair or wear white)

images related to luca's experiences

images related to andrew's experiences (cw: religious trauma and negative self image)

images related to emil's experiences (cw: dehumanization and implied abuse)

analysis of a portion of void - melanie martinez regarding the andrew luca emil dynamic + relationships with victor and norton as people looking in through windows

discussion relevant to andrew's breaking point as well as a kreiburg interaction post ghost saga (plus orpheus i suppose)

short emil talk

more emil and andrew along with a brief childhood discussion

emil and luca dynamic tagged with #luca glances at him and realizes the feeling of tiredness exists #as well as yawning being contagious by @olliesneweyes

ale + norton post snapping incident plus the fanfiction for this discussion by @olliesneweyes

andrew kreiss room layout :] (related directly to above fanfiction)

concept for luca and emil finding out about andrew's repentance/worship also andrew gets compared to mothman which is. a good metaphor

rambling about andrew's anxiety and childhood trauma some more (plus norton, frederick gets introduced vaguely......)

emil shows up to the manor!!!

in correlation to above, emil's experiences getting to know the other two (plus a small andrew tangent)

norton gets discussed

concepts for Things (ale centered)

short emil fanfiction ough (courtesy of @olliesneweyes)

emil being lamb coded along with andrew and luca concepts

some more emil stuff (uwah he deserves the world)

continuation of this discussion on why norton had naught but a half loaf of bread and milk

involved characters (plus orpheus twink death)

rambling about andrew where he’s not miserable for once (very short but related discussion)

andrew’s job ramble (finally)

discussion on luca's time in prison (and a short but relevant discussion on the silent system)

another post discussing luca's canon lore

seperate picrew chain + talk of their beverage choice (norton is a part of this)

medieval au

ghost town au long post (more details tagged under #ghosttownau)

emil's introduction to above au

frederick centered discussion :]

love language post :3

someone help andrew he's so fucked (more in this vein part one and part two <- seperate discussions about the same youtube channel)

luca character talk through an analysis of a new jhariah song

revised andrew character analysis through official character tweets (extension 1 and extension 2

added conversation to above

i yell about emil + the others

andrew and the story of ingel

yelling about andrew some more

frederick learning english as a 3rd language and still being bad at it /loving

norton being petty n spiteful

what the fuck is the butler’s problem 💔

andrew and his learned habits + little bit of a concept with andrew/frederick

luca’s brain damage and how it affected his mental state

physical results of luca’s brain damage

andrew and emil dog parallels

continuation of this discussion about victors weird arm scars (TUMBLR DOESNT LIKE ITS FOR SOME REASON IM GONNA DIE)

emil and andrew dog parallels (im unwell)

coherent thoughts about andrew (song analysis 84628 /vvvpos)

gaslighting luca for information (related to this post)

victor stuff :3

mild ramble about andrew and his 5 yr old pencil grip

#how would i tag this #uhh #masterpost concept

[goatlottin]

rekindled

in which you get into your first big fight.

genre: angst (happy ending tho!)

pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

warnings: hints of pregnancy 🙊

a/n: this is lowkey so messy but I just love angst I got randomly so inspired to write this. Also! This was heavily inspired by judeswhore work ( i cannot remember which piece it was Im sorry😭😭)

It had been a couple days since you’ve seen Kylian. I mean, someone could tell you it’s been 3 months instead of days and you probably could’ve believed them. You didn’t know where it went wrong. One hour you were at your favourite restaurant, and you were thinking about how lucky you were to be with them. The next, screaming began. And the last, you had found yourself standing alone in your previously shared bedroom.

You genuinely couldn’t remember how the argument arose. You thought he was being incredibly unfair. All you had said was you were glad you were finally doing this, considering the crazy hours he works away from you.

You wake up in the morning, he was already out for training. You ran errands, he was either at a meeting or preparing for the said match. You got ready for bed, you got the daily text “don’t wait up for me. It’ll be awhile love. Goodnight.”

It was becoming a very unlikable routine, one you clearly didn’t like, but he had ignored your pleas. Once in awhile, you brought it up, but he shut you down with a small “I know, I know. I’ll try to be here more,” and a small kiss to your forehead. But it had never gotten to the point where you haven’t spoken in hours, let alone the 78 (and counting).

You checked your phone every now and then, hoping for a text from him. But were met with nothing new, except the last text he sent that night.

I’m staying with a friend tonight. Don’t worry about me

The tonight had implied that you most likely would’ve seen him the following morning. To your dismay, you still haven’t.

You woke up this morning feeling incredibly sick for the nth time in a row. There was this small feeling in the back of your mind, you couldn’t dare to say it aloud. But the morning sickness, the mood swings and the endless saga of tiredness would explain a lot with this conclusion.

You ended up stopping by a local CVS on your way from work, putting it to the back of your mind once again.

You had gotten home after a horrible day at work. Everything had gone wrong, everything. The traffic was terrible which resulted in you being late. Your boss was actually in today, so he was really pissed. You still had piles of work coming home. And then of course, that final reminder that you would come to an empty house.

You also had taken that test sometime around lunch. And there it was. Coming at the best possible timing, you were pregnant.

You had gotten so overwhelmed you started to tear up on the way home. Your eyes felt so blurry you had to remind yourself your literally driving.

Before driving in your neighborhood, you made sure that you wiped to your tears to look mostly composed. You didn’t want to risk seeing someone you knew and having to explain how dramatic you felt you were currently.

You had barely gotten the keys in, before you were met with the man yourself. Kylian was waiting for you with a bouquet of flowers and probably the saddest face you had seen on him. You both stared at each other for a second. The tension was very thick, you felt you would cut it if you even moved.

You walked past him into the living room, placing your things on the lampside table.

You heard his footsteps come up from behind you, “I know you don’t wanna talk but..” the hurt in his voice was so evident. Little did you know, this was hurting him too. As you were, he expected a text from you first as well.

You had made the mistake of sniffling, which on instinct enabled him to drop the flowers and come up from behind you. He put his hands on your shoulders, which immediately made you tense up.

“Baby, have you been crying?” The sound of his voice so close to you made you shudder and wanna cry even harder. He had forced you to look towards you, and his heart might’ve just about broke.

Your mascara had begin to droop, and the concealer you used today had done little to hide the eyebags you had as a result of the lack of sleep. Your hair had stuck to your face from the sweat, while the rest had been pulled into a very, very messy bun.

He had never seen you like this, at least not because of him.

“Oh my God, my girl..” his voice faded as he pulled you into his chest, cradling your head into him like you were so fragile he was scared you would crumble right in front of him.

“Hon, I’m really so sorry. I’ve missed you so much these past few days.”

You just nodded, you honestly didn’t want to replay the reason for your fight. Instead, you wanted to live in the here and now just of Kylian beside you. You knew you had stained his shirt, but it hadn’t even bothered you at this point.

At some point, he had taken you to your bedroom, which you can assume had turned into garbage. Your products were everywhere. Clothes were discarded randomly. The bed wasn’t even made. But he laid you down, and you felt him cuddle back into you maybe an hour later.

Before actually waking up, you closed your eyes just for a bit longer. You hadn’t wanted to wake up to an empty bed per usual. You wanted to feel him with you selfishly for a little longer.

He had decided to wake you up first a little while later. “You awake yet?” He gave you a small smile, in which you reciprocated in the best way you could, him understanding you were still hurting somewhat.

“I’m awake.” You looked around the room to find it spotless. Well, spotless was a stretch. But it had looked way better than how it did last night. You noticed your makeup remover was on the closest beside table, where you assumed he had taken off your previous makeup.

He cradled your face once again, “I promise you, I will be here from now on.”

“Just like you said last time,” You muttered it, but you know he heard it. Saying he was not even a ruler away from you.

“I know I did, but I mean it this time, hon, I do. I never wanna fight like that again. It broke me seeing you like that, you know? And I would give absolutely anything to not have to again.”

“If you let me, I wanna show you that I’m ready to be present. For both of you.”

He had placed a hand on your stomach.

“How did you find out?”

“I saw the box in your bag,” you remembered putting the test in some toilet paper and placing it back in the box, to discard in your bag. You hadn’t wanted your co-workers to start their speculation if they found out someone was pregnant. “Look at me,”

He brought your attention back to his face with a tilt by his fingers. “I’m gonna love this baby so much. And I will be here. Will you give me your trust again?”

The way you fall at his words genuinely needs to be studied.

You gave him his answer by delicately grabbing his face and smashing it with yours. The kiss was slow, and savouring. You both didn’t wanna let go. He kept you steady with his index and middle finger right under your chin, both of you deepening the kiss.

Once you had both let go, he gave you a smile that didn’t need words to describe what he was thinking I’m so grateful for you.

#kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe dilf #kylian x reader #mbappe fluff #mbappe fanfic #psg #football fluff #football #kylian x you #kylian angst #mbappe angst

[ferniliciousness]

oooo what’s just a man????

From this WIP ask game

Ohh this is my most recent one I've worked on. I got inspired from listening to the Epic Musical Sagas and have just went with it.

This one is based off of my person choice in the ending of mass effect 3. I felt like my Shepard greatly related to the song the folder is named after. No matter what choice she made she was deciding so many things for so many people that she shouldn't have. And she felt bad. No choice was "the right choice" but she still had to do the most right choice for her and her friends.

Burning. Burning all around her. Burning hair, burning clothes, the sting of burning flesh seeping from her melted skin; it all hits her at once. The sound is gone, the flames are gone, the shake and rustle of the Citadel beneath her feet is stilled. Her disheveled shape, a bright red spot in a world of blue and white, her labored breathing echoing off an endless landscape.

And then, the boy. His eloquent speech reaches numb ears, pain and tiredness pound out the sound as her vision flickers between life and death. "Stop the Reapers." Those few words bring her mind racing back to consciousness, gritting her teeth and walking forward.

"How?"

The little brat smirks, and she wants to rip out his damn throat for it. "There are many ways."

"Tell me, right now." Her voice was the last bit of strength and will she had left, and by God was she not going to waste it on a spoiled AI.

"Destroy them, control them, or become them." Three paths, three choices, but her eyes saw only one. Every ounce of will, power, strength, walk, just walk. You have to do this. No hesitation, no turning back, this was going to be over with, once and for all.

"Wait, what are you doing!? There's more to this than that!"

#mass effect #fanfic #mass effect 3 #shepard #commander shepard #this is my canonical ending #including most of the reasoning behind it #but it also fits into one of my storylines #hence why i wrote it down lol #wip game #wip #ask game #this is mostly finished though #just needs proofread

[gccdstories]

@an-endless-saga​ //

Rhysand had visited last month for their anniversary. It had been wonderful they'd had dinner in the library. They'd walked in her gardens, they'd spent their nights together.

It was a familiar rhythm, one they'd perfected after 300 years. Usually she was energized by these visits, but these last few weeks she'd been lethargic and irritable. She hadn't had the appetite to really eat any of her favorite foods. She hadn't wanted to worry Rhysand he'd send one of his healers or worry about her. It was nice to read his letters in this state, they held more softer endearments than usual.

She was sure some found their arrangements strange. But it worked for both of them neither of them wanted to give up on their goals. And maybe there was a time Rhysand would have joined her on the throne - but the magic had chosen him as High Lord. She was thrilled if she was being honest - Night needed a firm hand.

She had finished the last of her meetings for the day. She just needed to look over some reports and she'd be done for the -

She gripped the wall, the hallway suddenly tilting and twisting under her hand. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to move. She couldn't hear what he'd advisors said but their alarm was palpable. Next thing she had slipped to the floor and people were running.

------

She woke to a healer and thankfully no one else. She exhaled slowly sitting up.

"What happened? Is it a cold -"

"You are with child Your Majesty I -"

"That's enough. Be quiet...please."

She exhaled sending her out. Tisiphone put her face in her hands and tried to steady her breath. It's not like they didn't want any, but they had so much to accomplish. Children would just hamper everything. Still she placed a hand on her stomach and swallowed. She didn't want to need him, to need anyone. Look where it had gotten her, her brothers dead. Her parents strangers by her own choice. If she didn't let anyone in, no one could hurt her.

No one could make her feel that pain again. She'd taken lives in the war, she was no stranger to death. But she - right now she just - she didn't want to be alone.

She would say this for her country and people. They liked outsiders even less than Hewn did. No one here would go running to Rhysand. He may be their King but he was one in name only, like she was High Lady of Night. A title she didn't truly care for, not as much as cared for the male attached to it.

She dragged herself to her feet, her teeth gritting against the nausea. She grabbed a quill and some spare paper she made sure there was some in any room she was in. She like to right things down, her hands always had some ink on them. She stilled freezing - was ink bad for the baby?

She inwardly scoffed, if her child was that easily hurt she didn't want it. Or so she tried to convince of herself. She scrawled the letter off and sent to Rhysand.

Rhysand, come to Vallhan. We need to talk.

It was all she could do to make it to the bed. The tiredness felt like a wave? Was this the child's way of retaliation? She was almost proud.

𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄. As if by the magic that it’s sent, the flames lick at the parchment, but don’t damage a thing, of course. He reaches out and reads the short message scrawled across the paper. 

Rhysand, come to Vallhan. We need to talk. 

He wonders why; he’d been there last month, and everything seemed fine. Rhysand supposes there’s no harm in going back; he’s not in the middle of anything here, and he can be there in an instant. 

There’s a quickened beat of his heart that tells him something might be amiss, but he cannot for the life of him figure out what it might be. 

Night shadows, twinkling starlight in a pitch black night sky wraps around him like a blanket, and Rhysand disappears from the study. Within seconds, even if it feels like hours wrapped in the sanctity of that darkness, he’s arriving in Vallhan. 

He doesn’t bother arriving at the castle’s entrance. Nor does he bother announcing himself in any official capacity. He knows where he’s going, and although Tisiphone’s rooms are warded to prevent anyone from just popping in (unannounced), he materializes right outside the doors and knocks. 

Rhysand doesn’t bother waiting for her to say enter, either. 

❝ What’s wrong? ❞ are the first words out of his mouth as Rhysand strides into the room, his eyes immediately finding Tisiphone in the bed. ❝ What happened? ❞ 

#anendlesssaga #muse ;; rhysand

[lesbian-in-leather]

Could you do the Open Sea au and the Vehemently Familial Dynamic au for the WIPs?

Yes I MOST CERTAINLY CAN (once again, snippets from both are under the cut. They're both long ones this time... oops)

Open Sea AU

Okay, so this one was initially inspired by a writing prompt (which is linked in my planning doc but the account seems to have gone?? :( basically it was 'imagine your otp/ot3 as a mermaid/siren/sailor) and then it... spiralled. So far out of my own control

Basically, Esmé is a pirate captain, (Netflix)Olivia is a selkie, and Jacquelyn is a mermaid. Also Georgina is there as like, a (Greek mythology) Circe-esque sorceress. Esmé's crew mutinies (led by Olaf, because of course) and she meets Jac and Olivia and... yeah it turned into a whole fantasy saga wherein she's determined to get her ship back, is clearly hiding something, and the other three lowkey forget how fragile humans are as they form a polycule because why not. It's a fun one! But also has angst in it because... come on. It's me

Vehemently Familial Dynamic

Also known as the Villainous Violet AU which I feel like I mention a lot on here. But! I shall do it again!

Instead of being a full AU, this one's canon divergent in the sense that the infamous schism happens much later on. As a result, the Baudelaires and Quagmires are not only raised in close proximity to one another, but they also have a whole network of weird VFD aunts, uncles and cousins, even if they don't actually know anything about the organisation. The first part just focuses on them being raised in this way, which some flashbacks and references to the adults as kids, and ends with the schism eventually happening (because all good things must come to an end). The second part is where Villainous Violet comes in, because the schism happens only a short while before the Baudelaire fire, and she chooses to side with her favourite aunts and uncle... Esmé, Georgina, and Olaf. The events of the series almost happen, but distorted by the new history the kids have experienced, and with Violet going on her own journey away from her siblings while they search for her, believing her to have been kidnapped by the firestarters. I haven't written much for it yet but I do desperately want to because I have so many ideas

((Content Warning for a drugged character under the cut))

Open Sea AU:

“Olaf?”

“Just a little further, my pet.” His voice was brimming with mirth, as if he was trying not to laugh, and her brow furrowed a little.

Her eyelids felt heavy, as if she were waking up from a deep sleep, and it was all she could do to keep them open as they made their way onto the deck. The crew were looking at her, and she knew she should care more, knew she shouldn’t have let them see her like this, but her mind was so… slow. It felt like it was covered in a thick blanket of fog, and her thoughts were as hazy as a distant ship, passing on the horizon.

She felt her head drop for a moment and she jolted upright, but it didn’t shake the heaviness in her limbs, or the tiredness pulling at her mind. Olaf suddenly pushed her and she lurched forward, barely managing to grab the railing in time to stop her fall. She stayed there, swaying slightly as she watched the dark water far below. And, finally, her mind registered the sound she was hearing. The sound she’d been hearing, ever since Olaf took her through that door. Laughter. The crew was… laughing at her.

Her grip tightened on the railing, anger cutting a path through the haze like a white hot knife, and she forced herself to stand properly, turning to glare at Olaf. She only managed a few staggering steps toward him before her legs gave out.

“What the fuck,” she tried to sound threatening, but her voice was weak, even to her own ears, “Have you done to me?”

“I told you,” Olaf said, through the laughter she could hear bubbling up in his own throat, “It’s a surprise!” this made everyone laugh more, and the world spun around her. She felt like she was going to be sick; and lurched forward suddenly, catching herself with one hand as she retched, her whole body convulsing.

“Now, now, now, none of that,” he grabbed her hair with one hand, yanking her back until she was kneeling upright on the deck. She tried to focus on the leering faces around her, but they all seemed to blur into one spinning circle. “Do you have any idea how difficult it was, slipping you that drug? Can’t have you vomiting it all up now, can we? Not until we’ve taken full advantage.”

The words clanged in her head like alarm bells, but they still took far too long to make sense. He’d drugged her. Fuck. She tried to breathe deeply, in through her nose, out through her mouth – tried to get her mind to fucking focus. She was dimly aware of her arms being pulled behind her back, and the roughness of ropes on her wrists.

“You can’t do this.” Her voice cracked, and she could barely muster up the energy to use it at all. Her body was so heavy, willing her to succumb to the darkness of sleep.

“Oh, but I can. You see, we’ve all had enough of taking your orders, Captain. So we’ve decided on a little… change in management.” He hauled her up with one hand under her shoulder, her muscles screaming in protest. One of the other crew members came to tie her feet, and she felt the pull of it on the rope that bound her hands. She tried to work out what that meant, but her mind was so slow… they’re tying my hands and feet together. She kicked at him, but the movement was weak, and it only made the rest of them laugh harder.

“You won’t last a month without me. You need me.” It was true. She was certain of it, even in her diminished state – none of them ever thought about the big picture.

“Perhaps. Once. But not anymore, sweetheart.” Her lip curled into a snarl at the pet name. He knew how much she hated that in front of the crew. It made her look weak. Pathetic. Not that she needed any help with that right now, drugged and bound in her nightgown. He was in front of her again now, and she could see the glint of victory in his eye. “That last score today was a nice bonus, I have to admit – and now we have the trade routes, I think we’ll be just fine without you.”

Of course. Because she’d told him what her plan was. They’d make enough money from that that they could hire a fucking strategist if they wanted to. She could hear her heart beating a wild, panicked rhythm in her ears as the reality of the situation set in. But still, her body just wouldn’t. Move.

“I’m sorry it had to end like this,” he said, eyes shining as if he was telling a particularly funny joke, “But that’s just the way it is, my sweet.” He took her chin in one hand and kissed her, more for the benefit of the crew than anything else. They cheered and whistled as if it were some great performance. How long has he been training them for this?

He pulled back, still holding her face, and she managed to spit on his shirt. His face contorted with rage and disgust, and she felt the slap before she’d even realised it was coming.

“I am your Captain!” she managed, though her voice was hoarse and weak, and what was supposed to be a shout came out closer to a gasp.

Olaf leaned close, his face merely a hair’s breadth from her own as he sneered; “Not anymore.”

She barely had time to register the words before he pushed her, right in the centre of her chest, and she went tumbling over the railing and down, down, down into the freezing water below.

Vehemently Familial Dynamic:

There are a great many places that one could begin a great many stories. Some authors choose to begin in the centre of the action, in which case this story would start at the end of Act Three on the opening night of a particular performance of the Italian opera La Forza del Destino, which involved far more poison darts than scripted. Some stories beginning with the birth of the protagonists, but there are so many of those in this particular tale that it would take pages and pages of writing before any of them had even learned to speak. Another option is to begin in a rather disconcerting dream, only to have our central character awaken in a fright to the darkness of their bedroom. But if you know this story like I do, then I’m certain you will agree that the unfortunate people concerned within it are confronted with more than enough horror in their waking hours, and to have them awaken in a perfectly safe environment would likely set entirely the wrong tone.

It is hard to begin at the beginning, as there are so many beginnings to choose from, but there is one rather significant event that shaped the course of history, and so that is where I feel I must begin. I implore you not to read any further, as this tale is filled with betrayal, loss and heartbreak, and I fear the longer you read, the fewer happy reprieves you will find in between. If, however, you are like me, and have dedicated your life to documenting the childhoods of the Baudelaire orphans, then I’m sure that not only will you continue reading the beginning, but you will read until the lonely, bitter end.

As I am sure many of you will be aware, whether from your own research or from reading about it in the Daily Punctilio (a thoroughly disreputable newspaper that I would most certainly not recommend), this story begins with a terrible fire. Despite the efforts of the Official Fire Department, this fire burned down the Baudelaire home with the Baudelaire parents inside it, leaving behind the kind of aching grief that you can only really understand if you’ve lost someone close to you – particularly if that person was very kind, and very flammable. You may also be aware that a distant Baudelaire relative – a certain Count who, for the moment, will remain unnamed – opened his home and took on the difficult task of raising a child who was not his own. He was known throughout the City, but behind closed doors he had a terrible habit involving consuming copious amounts of wine and shouting at people who really did not deserve to be shouted at. As a small, black car pulled up on the drive of the large, imposing house, even smaller hands pressed themselves to the window to see the man himself, standing outside a grand front door that remained slightly ajar – the word ‘ajar’ here means ‘slightly open, so the Count didn’t end up shutting himself out of his own home and making a rather foolish and embarrassing first impression’. A very busy banker, who was in charge of the Baudelaire fortune until the young heiress came of age, opened the car door and waved a rushed hello to the Count as the two began a brief conversation about the Baudelaire adoption that was two quiet and hurried for anyone else to make much sense of, especially a child with very limited knowledge of legal terminology. With everything apparently straightened out to his satisfaction, the banker returned to his now empty car and drove away, leaving the Count as the official Baudelaire guardian.

“Hello, hello, hello. Won’t you come in, my dear?” the Count here asked a question that is known as ‘rhetorical’ – meaning that, although it may appear as though he was asking a genuine question, he did not require an answer, because he had already decided that the answer would be ‘yes’. He took a tiny hand in his, and strode inside the building, closing the door behind them with an echoing ‘clunk’.

And that was the beginning of the story. It is not important that I fill you in on all of the following details – though we must start at the beginning of the tale, my editor has assured me that it is also absolutely necessary to omit certain details so this account of Baudelaire history does not reach an overwhelming length for anyone else tasked with the unfortunate task of researching their lives. And since I cannot think of any other reason to read my writing, I’m sure that your own research will mean you already know many of the facts surrounding the following years. I’m sure that you will know how the four-year-old Beatrice Baudelaire met her five-year-old third cousin four times removed, and new adoptive brother, Olaf, in that entrance hall. I’m certain you will know that the Count, aided by his Countess, were perfectly decent guardians to them both, treating Beatrice in precisely the same manner with which they treated their biological son, and that the Count soon quit drinking altogether when he realised the effect it was having on his behaviour. I’m sure you’re aware that the fire that killed Beatrice’s parents was neither the first, nor, I am sorry to say, the last in the sad history of the Baudelaire family, and that it begun a change in Beatrice’s life that would change the course of their history forever.

#vaguely functional directions #WIP titles #the lesbian herself #thanks for the ask!!! #these are two of my favourites i think #asoue

[animalboosternutrition]

Top 3 Amino Acids Essential for Optimal Muscle Growth

Yo, fitness freaks, here we are again! Now today we will talk about the buzzword Amino acids. Have you heard the name right? But do not know what exactly it is, I am here for that. Many people asked us, what is the deal with these tiny compounds, and how can they help you bulk up those biceps. Today we are gonna dive deep into the ocean of amino acids to figure out what they actually are and how they can be your secret weapon for muscle growth.

Amino Acids for Muscle Growth :-

Amino acids are the unsung heroes in the grand saga of muscle growth. These tiny powerhouses, often dubbed the “building blocks” of proteins, are your secret weapon for achieving those gains you’ve been dreaming of.

To break it down simply, proteins are the backbone of muscle growth, and amino acids are the individual bricks that make up this sturdy structure. Imagine your muscles as a magnificent Lego masterpiece, each brick contributing to its strength and shape.

Major Amino Acids You Need to Know :-

If you want to maximize muscle growth, it’s important to know about amino acids. Amino acids are the basic components of proteins, which are necessary for repairing and growing muscles. Although all 20 amino acids are important for the body’s metabolism, there are some that are especially crucial for muscle building. Here are the key amino acids you should be familiar with:

1) CREATINE :-

Creatine is like the cool kid in the amino acid gang. It’s known for its ability to boost strength and power during workouts. Creatine helps you push your limits, resulting in more muscle gains over time.

Creatine is all about energy. It helps replenish a molecule called ATP, which is like your body’s energy currency. More ATP means you can lift heavier weights and do more reps, leading to muscle growth

Benefits of Creatine Supplementation :-

Increased Muscle Mass : Studies have shown that adding Creatine to your diet can boost muscle mass by increasing phosphocreatine stores in muscles, which helps to regenerate ATP during intense workouts. This can result in improved strength and muscle volume, partly due to increased water retention in muscle cells .

Enhanced Strength and Performance:  Research has demonstrated that Creatine supplementation can improve strength, power, and performance during high-intensity exercises. This enhanced performance can lead to greater gains in muscle strength and size over time..

2) BCAA (Branched chain Amino Acids) :-

BCAA, or Branched-Chain Amino Acids, are the three musketeers of the amino acid world – leucine, isoleucine, and valine. They’re famous for reducing muscle soreness and preventing muscle breakdown, making them your workout recovery buddies.

BCAAs are your post-workout buddies. They reduce muscle soreness, allowing you to hit the gym with enthusiasm every day. They also help protect your hard-earned muscles by preventing breakdown.

Benefits Of BCAA Supplementation :-

Enhance Muscle Protein Synthesis: “BCAAs, especially leucine, help boost muscle protein production, aiding in the development and repair of muscle tissue. This is essential for promoting muscle growth.”

Reduce Muscle Soreness: Adding BCAAs to your routine might reduce muscle soreness post-workout. This discomfort, known as Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness (DOMS), typically sets in 12 to 24 hours after your workout and can linger for up to 72 hours.

Decrease Exercise-Induced Muscle Damage: RStudies indicate that consuming BCAAs may assist in minimizing muscle damage caused by rigorous workouts, potentially resulting in quicker post-exercise recovery..

Improve Exercise Performance: According to some research, BCAAs might enhance endurance and decrease tiredness during physical activity by lessening the generation of serotonin in the brain. This can help reduce fatigue experienced during workouts.

Prevent Muscle Wasting: Branched-chain amino acids (BCAAs) can be beneficial in preventing muscle loss or deterioration. This is particularly important for individuals dealing with chronic illnesses, cancer, or those who are confined to bed rest or immobilization.

3) GLUTAMINE :-

Glutamine is like your muscle’s bodyguard. It helps protect your muscles from the wear and tear of intense workouts. Plus, it plays a role in muscle cell hydration, keeping them plump and ready to grow.

Glutamine isn’t just for recovery; it’s also a muscle protector. It keeps your muscles safe from the stress of intense workouts. Plus, it plays a role in cell hydration, creating the ideal environment for muscle growth

Benefits Of Glutamine Supplement :-

Supports Gut Health – Glutamine is crucial for providing energy to intestinal and immune cells, as well as helping to uphold the protective barrier that separates the intestines from the rest of the body. This is especially advantageous for individuals suffering from inflammatory bowel diseases like Crohn’s disease or ulcerative colitis.

2. Boosts Immune Function – Glutamine is essential for a healthy immune system since it fuels immune cells like white blood cells and intestinal cells. In times of stress or illness, the body requires more glutamine, so supplementation may improve immunity.

3. Promotes Muscle Growth and Decreases Muscle Wasting – Glutamine may assist in reducing muscle tissue breakdown during times of muscle wasting or inactivity. It is also thought to have a muscle-building effect, supporting muscle growth, which is advantageous for athletes and bodybuilders.

How Animal Booster Amino Acids are the Right Choice for You?

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Animal Booster understands that when it comes to amino acids, quality matters. That’s why Animal Booster Amino Acids are specially formulated to provide you with the right balance of these muscle-building powerhouses.

Conclusion:-

So, there you have it – the secret sauce for muscle growth: amino acids. Creatine, BCAAs, and glutamine are your allies in this journey. They provide the building blocks, energy, and protection your muscles need to thrive.

And when it comes to choosing the right amino acids, look no further than Animal Booster. Our carefully crafted formula ensures you get the best of the best. So, go ahead, fuel those muscles with the power of amino acids, and watch them grow into the sculpted masterpieces you’ve always dreamed of. Muscle on, my friends!

#nutrition supplements #nutrition and health #healthy living #health benefits

[galen-the-technomage]

happy Miami Vice day! that's what the queue will be all day. I was in the process of making some stuff but I've been too sick to sit at my desk for more than a little bit these last few weeks so that kinda fell through.

#some words #tiredness saga #ah well i can look at other people's nice stuff

[fatrocka64]

The Polybius Condition is a fictional sickness although more of a supernatural physical and mental health condition rather than a virus since it only affects the brain, but it does have a recovery stage and cure But it can be very dangerous for some individuals to affect humans only. Not contagious to anyone. Only affects the person who exposed to the condition to themselves may cause vivid Night Terrors and imagination, The only cure is chocolate and positive reassurance and comfort by loved ones once it reaches the final stage,

Cause of exposure. Long hours of playing select games that have a purple sticker with a jack-o'-lantern face on it and a scratch and sniff layer of cookie dough scent covering with a paper bag style cover art (additional stickers included and a voucher for anything at hot topic for free) specialty copies include: original Pac Man, (1980) Berzerk.(1980).playable copies of Polybius. (1981) Kirby All star saga, (1996) Super Mario 64 (1996) Resident Evil 2 (1998) Kirby 64 and the crystal shards. (2000) Luigi's Mansion (2001) Pikmin 2 (2004) Resident Evil 4 (2005) Dead Space (2008), Elder Scrolls V Skyrim (2011) Undertale (2015) Mafia 3 (2016) Resident Evil 7 (2017) Far Cry 4 (2018) Red Dead Redemption 2 (2018) Doom Eternal (2020) Resident Evil Village (2021) The Quarry (2022) Dead Space Remake (2023) Starfield (2023)

Phase 1 symptoms 24 hours after exposure

Vivid dreams and nightmares

Mild Sweating

Mild headaches

Tiredness in the morning

Sleeping in for 15 hours a day

Phase 2 symptoms 48 hours after exposure

Clinical Depression

Vivid Hallucinations

Vivid and overactive imagination

Walking with odd movements (similar to how Mrs Delight Walks)

Gathering and consumption of comfort foods and desserts

Gathering of Toys and collectibles

Crafting amalgamations of different Halloween costumes

Making a nest out of stuffed animals and blankets

Telepathically make dogs and cats and birds follow you when the person goes outside

Extreme Immunity to colds or flus,

Ability to skate while it's raining

Phase 3 72 hours symptoms after exposure

Hallucinations of Extreme Mutations and Werewolf Transformation

Making sculpture shrines of a crucifix out of toys and collectibles

Auditory hallucinations

Building complex Lego models without needing instructions

Cooking complex recipes without needing to memorize the ingredients and directions

Final phase 90 hours after exposure

Having Neon Purple eyes that glow in the dark

Lycanthropy/Werewolf transformation. Even if the moon isn't full,

Hanging out at a local park or playground area

Hanging out in the Forest

Cure and Antidote: chocolate, Ice Cream, and positive reassurance

Recovery methods

Give the person a cup of hot chocolate or a bowl of ice cream,

Cover them up in a warm blanket

Put on comfort movies that would make them happy

Give them their favorite plushies or Bionicle toys

8 hours of sleep and all conditions will be cured

How long it can last 2 to 4 Weeks

Unless you say something positive to the Person who is afflicted

Positive reassurance is the cure and also a bowl of soup or a mug of hot chocolate and mostly any type of Chocolate or Ice Cream can make the condition go away

Unless the werewolf transformation is complete 90 hours after exposure it will work however the chocolate can only work in between phase 3 and 4,

#polybius #creepypasta #this is only a story #urban legends

[bathynomus239]

the pregnancy saga, part 3

thinking is actually harder now? part of it is probably just tiredness but I used to be good at doing math in my head and now it's So Hard :(

[whereintheworldis-yaya]

I turn 29 next month. I’m 13 months away from being 30 years old. A lot has happened since I was 22 1/2.

I finished my masters degree and started my career as a French teacher.

I bought a house and the most perfect dog with the love of my life and he proposed on move-in day.

We then went to Ireland with my parents.

We got married the following summer and honeymooned in the Mediterranean on a cruise ship (it was awesome).

I trained Murphy to be a therapy dog (who now goes to school with me).

Covid.

We got pregnant exactly as planned and had our perfect little boy, Connor, March 27, 2022.

And now I am on my extended maternity leave until the school year starts in September and I am enjoying every second of this beautiful, chaotic, magnificent chapter of my life.

Motherhood is hard.

No one ever said it wasn’t, but no one can prepare you for the frustration of a missed nap and the resulting over-tiredness, or the wear and tear of being the default parent 24/7 because only you have the boobs with the milk, or just wanting some time to yourself on a Sunday afternoon and you finally step into the bath you drew and five minutes later you hear: “hunny! I think he is hungry!” It’s hard and it’s frustrating and….then he smiles. First he smiles at the ceiling fan or a shadow on the wall, but then he smiles because you made him smile and literally none of those other things exist anymore.

And then…he latches to your breast and looks up at you, and you down at him, and you feel almost as connected as you were when he was in your womb.

And then…he projectile shits on you mid diaper change. You can’t win them all, right?!

Nothing can prepare you for motherhood. Your body changes, your priorities change, your marriage changes. I’ve changed. Keeping friendships takes a lot of effort now, and even with that effort, those change too. Buckle up for the next part of this outdated tumblr saga. It’s going to be a shit show. Literally.

[yoshkeii]

𝚃𝚘𝚓𝚒 𝚗 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚞 𝚠/ 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚏

࿐ character(s): Toji Fushiguro, Getou Suguru

࿐ genre: sfw, fluff

࿐ type: headcanons

࿐ requested by: N/A

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⌦ short male!reader (he/him)

⌦ reader is (still) probably like 5′0-5′2 (just to match everything else, i also have a feeling these two fuckers are... are tall okay-)

A/N: more characters for the shortstack saga bc i said so :] i really enjoyed doing these ones specifically bc as a person who shorter than average (just a little, honestly i may be growing taller still idk) anyways, this gives me an excuse for soft content for Toji you horny bastards.

this was pretty quick n again maybe half-assed but :]

𝚃𝚘𝚓𝚒:

→ no one would expect him to fall in love again, let alone it being with the same gender. although, i have a feeling he gives not a single fuck about it. oh your ftm? he’ll love you still. nonbinary? it’ll take him awhile to get used to they/them on you n stuff, but he’ll try for you thats for sure.

→ secretly loves your size, your height. it makes it easier for him to just lift you up and carry you around if you have that spunk and stubbornness in you. definitely won’t hesitate to do so either- so expect that.

→ i have a feeling the first interaction between you two, he was tempted to just lift you up like a child. idk kinda just an instinctual thing- see something small you kinda just... wanna pick it up.

→ another guard dog.

→ he’s really protective and maybe possibly possessive, only bc your his boyfriend- though, he’s not obsessive with it at all. he just likes to make sure you are safe and sound by his side at least.  

→ Toji already gives him an authority type of vibe in public, especially when you are by his side. someone rather intimidating with someone small n short aside of them, making him seem like more of an actual bodyguard than your partner. cute w/ the height difference thou imo,,

→ definitely uses his intimidation to his advantage to scare off people who flirt with you.

→ like he’ll stand behind you or rather near you, his eyes glaring at the stranger as you both have idle chit chat. but they feel the air tense and just only listen to you happily talk before questioning if they are okay. after the departure of the stranger- you turn around to look up at Toji, pouting as if you knew what he was doing. (he acts like he didn’t do shit-)

→ the type to carry you over his shoulder, it seems easier for him to handle you when you are stubborn or angry. though he has other gentle options, this one is just- the most- most common.

→ you’re his anchor. someone who keeps him steady and balanced whenever he has a tiring day back from whatever he does. (him being an assassin/mercenary n all.) his lil teddy bear to cuddle, to hug.

→ imagine being in the kitchen cooking or even cleaning dishes from whatever you ate earlier that day, not hearing the front door open you continued to do your idle business. before feeling arms slink around your waist, your back pressed against Toji’s chest. this always made you jump- occasionally a lil squeak leaving your lips before you feel him rest his chin ontop of your head, his eyes closed of tiredness.

→ softly laughing with a sigh towards the end, you dry your hands before planting them over his. which began the small conversation between you two, gentle words exchanging. talking about how each of yours day been. maybe attempting to slip in some plans later in that afternoon. maybe something to just ease both of your minds of the stressful day.

𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚞:

→ this is sorcerer Getou bc i fucking said so. 

→ similar to Gojo, i feel like he’ll tease you about your height. though not as a lot compared to the white-hair male, he’ll only joke n mess around occasionally. the reactions you make when he does it irks him to continue, but he doesn’t want his boyfriend, his prince to get upset with him-

→ like the lil pout you do when he teases you, the way your cheeks puff and sometimes even flush in embarrassment? ugh, he finds that really adorable.

→ protective as well, but not constantly on your ass about it. all that Getou want’s you to know is that you know you are safe with him and will make sure you will be okay. 

→ loves to hold your hands, and if you dont like that linking arms can be an option too. though, holding your hands is one of his favorite things to do when you both are out in public. it relieves him that you are with him, and that physical touch reassures him more. his possibly biggest fear is losing you in a huge place or within a large crowd that constantly moving. swimming with people. strangers.

→ wont admit that the size n height difference is reason too.

→ besides holding your hands and all, he loves- loves kissing you. no matter if its passionate, gentle, intimate- any of the sorts. he loves doing it. and its a way for him to show his loves other than through his words.  

→ Getou commonly plants kisses on your forehead, cheeks, nose- and practically anywhere on your face. occasionally he’ll kiss the back of your hand randomly which catches you off guard, but when he does so is such- a sight.

→ his head lowered down to your hand that was held up softly with his, before a soft touch of his lips pecked the skin of your hand. his eyes opening before gliding up to meet your own stare. flustered, you looked away, the growing flush on your face making him chuckle at your embarrassment.

→ he was undeniably pretty when he did that the first time...

→ definitely lets you help him do his hair. being short, he bought you a stool for you to sit on in the bathroom- he loves the fact you try new hairstyles for him whenever you both have free time. though, its always the casual lil’bun for him that makes him feel like himself. 

→ whenever you both cuddle, the common spot you are at is... ontop of his chest. head tilted to the side to hear his heartbeat, a sound that makes you fall asleep or at least accompanies you other than white noise. having Getou’s arms gently wrapped around you to secure your position, he stares with adoration. the color of his eyes softened as you begin to fall asleep 

#at-dusk;- 🌆 #folder 📁;- 𝙹𝚞𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝙺𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚗 #toji x male reader #toji fushiguro x male reader #geto x male reader #geto suguru x male reader #jjk x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #x male reader

[wayward-dreamer]

The Hardest Lessons - Chapter 3

Square/s Filled: Impala sex - @spndeanbingo​

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader

Word count: 5,157

Summary: Married and living their life to the fullest, Dean and Y/N make the decision that it’s finally time to start a family. New job offers, hometown visits and spending time with loved ones keeps them busy during the summer break, but an encounter with someone from her past may cause her to think twice about the decision, knowing the people she loves could be put in harm’s way. Will she finally be able to get the closure she needs and have the family she’s always wanted?

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, set up for future angst. Smut: dirty talk, vaginal fingering, breeding kink, unprotected sex 

Music: Life’s Lessons Saga Spotify Playlist

A/N: This is also written for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo, square filled: Backseat sex. I’m so happy to be bringing more of these two to y’all. I love them so much. As always, happy reading and enjoy! :) Series beta’d by my darling @downanddirtydean.

Life’s Lessons Saga Masterlist

Y/N yawned, blinking a few times to keep herself awake as she leaned forward, typing on her laptop. She glanced up, relieved that none of her students saw her as they worked on their tests in silence. She was planning out the next few weeks of work, but as the room was so quiet, she found her mind drifting off every now and then. Plus, it was the middle of the school day which always led to a little tiredness. At least there were only a few more hours left in the workday, and she could head home to her gorgeous husband and relax. As she worked, she caught something flashing on the screen of her phone, glancing down to see a call coming through as it buzzed on the table.

Quickly removing it from the surface, she held it in her hands, looking down at the screen as she recognized the number as the one that had called a few days prior. She obviously couldn’t answer it but hoped that unlike last time, the person would leave a voicemail. Sure enough they had, and as soon as the bell rang for lunch she walked out of the classroom and down the hall, pressing her phone to her ear. However, she stopped in her tracks as she heard a familiar voice, evoking a fear that she thought was gone long ago as her heart was beating rapidly.

“Y/N… it’s Ethan. I… I just wanted to call, see how you were. I miss you. Call me back.”

She blinked away the tears that were threatening to fall, shaking her head as she threw her phone back in her purse. How did he get her number? Did he know she was in Kansas now? Had he found her? She tried to calm her racing heartbeat, breathing in deeply and letting out a long exhale. She wasn’t going to let one stupid voicemail from him ruin her mood, or make her doubt her safety. She was safe, she was in a loving marriage that was hopefully progressing to the next stage soon, and she had built an amazing life in this town.

So she wasn’t going to worry about something that was probably nothing.

She kept telling herself that throughout the rest of the day, but she couldn’t help but replay his words in her head, unable to forget his voice.

“You okay?” another familiar voice broke her out of her thoughts, causing her to turn and see Charlie standing next to her.

It was the end of the school day and they were both watching over the kids as they made their way to their respective parents’ cars, buses, or rode off on bikes or skateboards. Y/N smiled briefly, nodding her head as tried to be as convincing as possible.

“Yeah, just tired,” she lied, shrugging her shoulders. “Looking forward to getting home.”

“You ready for the interview tomorrow?” Charlie asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I think so,” Y/N sighed, a slight smile pulling at her lips. “Just… nervous.”

“Hey, you’re gonna be great,” Charlie reassured her, nudging her shoulder. “Only thing I’m gonna be upset about is us not hanging out every day if you get it.”

“Well, we just have to make more of an effort to hang out on the weekends,” Y/N suggested.

After a quick staff meeting, Y/N gathered her belongings and left the school, making her way home. As she drove through the streets, she kept hearing Ethan’s voice in her head. She wanted nothing more than to go back and erase the fact that she ever listened to that voicemail, but it was too late now. The best she could do was distract herself and hope that if she ignored all his attempts to contact her, he would get the picture. Once she got home, she changed out of her work clothes into a black tank top and grey sweatpants, going to the kitchen to start on dinner, knowing cooking was the best distraction she could give herself at that moment.

She was pulling the roast chicken out of the oven by the time Dean got home, a smile tugging at her lips as she heard his heavy boots on the floorboards. She took the mitts off and placed them on the counter, beaming as he came into view. He smirked as he walked over to her, their arms instantly around each other as their lips met in a passionate kiss. She pushed herself into him, deepening the kiss and causing a small groan to leave him.

“Hi,” she breathed against his mouth once she pulled away, smiling softly as she looked up into his eyes.

He hummed, leaning his forehead against hers. “Kiss me like that again some time, okay?”

“You got it,” she agreed, reluctantly moving away from him to get plates and cutlery for dinner.

They sat down to eat after Dean washed up, both filling each other in on their workdays and what they got up to. Y/N knew she couldn’t tell him about Ethan calling her. Besides, if she was choosing to ignore it and not provoke him, then why should she worry Dean unnecessarily? Though given how intuitive Dean was to her, he clearly sensed them something was wrong.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, reaching across the table and taking her hand.

She smiled reassuringly, deciding to give the other truth instead that was also plaguing her mind. “Yeah, just worried about the interview tomorrow.”

“Which is all kinds of ridiculous because you’re gonna kill it,” he said, leaning in and bringing her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles. “I know you will.”

“Thanks, baby,” she muttered, sitting forward and kissing his lips, softly.

They finished dinner with mostly Dean doing the talking, which Y/N never minded. She loved seeing him light up when he spoke about his work and she always enjoyed the stories about him fixing up the classics. After they ate, they relaxed on the couch, a little mindless TV as she distracted herself by replying to some emails in her school inbox. She was ready for the day to be over, hoping that the next day would be the start of new opportunities for moving forward, starting with the interview.

Y/N went upstairs first as Dean wanted to unwind a little before bed. She walked into the closet and got changed into a short, white, cotton nightie before she walked into the master bathroom and started her night skin care routine. She removed her make-up, washed her face and applied all the serums and creams she used before bed. She shut the light off before she walked back into the closet, taking out the three outfits she had decided on and needed to narrow down to one. It had to be appropriate for the interview but also transition into the rest of her day at school.

She kept pushing the hangers back and forth on the rack, unable to make a decision. She sighed, ready to give up and just choose in the morning when her mind was clearer, but a smile spread across her face as she felt strong arms wrap around her waist and soft lips at her neck. She hummed as she closed her eyes, leaning back against Dean as she felt at ease instantly.

“You know, you really shouldn’t have bothered with this,” he whispered as his fingers pulled the strap of her nightie down, “I’m just gonna rip it off to get you naked anyway.”

She giggled, turning in his arms to wrap hers around his neck. “Maybe that was my plan.”

He smirked, leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, as her hands combed into his hair. He walked her backwards, both chuckling lightly as her back hit the wall. His hands tugged hard on the straps of her nightie, a squeal leaving her as the fabric tore. He pushed the material down her body, his lips following as he kissed down her neck, along her collarbone and between the valley of her breasts. Her eyes fluttered closed as she rested her head back against the wall, his mouth continuing the teasing trail down to her nipples until he sat on his knees and lifted her right thigh on his shoulder. She bit her lip as she looked down at him with hooded eyes, his green orbs glancing up at her with a wink before he moved his head between her legs. A moan fell from her lips as she threw her head back, her fingers sliding into his hair to keep him in place.

“Fuck…”

Y/N strutted towards her car, her red heels scraping against the gravel, a smile tugging at her lips. She got into the driver’s seat and laid back against the headrest, a relieved sigh leaving her. She looked back at the building of the high school, feeling lighter than she had the previous night. The interview had gone well, she had managed to answer all of the principal’s questions appropriately, and he seemed impressed with her knowledge of literature. She had given it her best shot and left it all in that office, so she had to wait and see what the end result would be.

She returned to work straight after the interview, the day going on much like it always did. It was Friday and there was a sense of impatience in the air around school as everyone just wanted the weekend to start. Once the bell rang for the end of the day, she had never seen the kids get up from their seats so fast and rush out the door. She couldn’t blame them because she herself was more than ready to leave and see her husband. As she drove home, she decided that she would pay a little surprise at work instead, eager to see him and not have to wait until he got back to the house.

Y/N pulled into a parking spot outside the shop, stepping out and locking the car before she hurried across the lot. She was greeted by Ellen as she stepped into the reception area, a quick hi and a kiss on the cheek and she walked into the garage. It was loud as always, the music on high volume making a cacophony along with drills, saws and other equipment.

“Y/N!” she heard a familiar, Southern accent calling her name, causing her to smile instantly.

“Benny!” she yelled as she turned, letting him envelope her in a bone-crushing hug, nearly lifting her off the ground. “How are you?” she asked, once they pulled away from each other.

He sobered quickly, a sadness flashing in his eyes. “I’m… doing as okay as I can.”

“I don’t like the sound of that,” she muttered, a frown etched on her face.

“Yeah, uh… I guess Dean woulda told you eventually but… Andrea and I ended things,” he confessed, his sombre tone making his voice crack slightly.

She sighed, taking his hand in hers and offering him a soft smile. “Her loss entirely.”

His lips pulled up slightly as he gave her a small nod of acknowledgment. “Thanks.”

“Dean in the office?” she asked, knowing he wouldn’t want to dwell on all of that pain for too long, or at that very moment.

“Yeah, he’s on a call,” he replied, nudging his chin towards the back room.

“Okay,” she said, as she started to walk in that direction before she quickly turned back to him. “Dinner at our place soon, alright?”

He smirked. “Sure thing, cher.”

She walked over to Dean’s office, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against the threshold, watching him as he sat back in his chair, the phone pressed to his ear. He couldn’t see her from the way his chair was angled, but it allowed her a few minutes to take him in. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyes roamed over him, his thick fingers holding the phone, his plump lips moving as he spoke, them pulling wide as he let out a chuckle, showing off his perfect teeth.

“Alright, great,” he muttered as he leaned forward, “See you on Monday, bye.”

The chair swivelled around, Dean’s face lighting up instantly as he saw her standing in the doorway. He leaned back in his seat, his head tilting as he smirked at her, his eyes roaming her figure as she pushed off the threshold, sauntering over to him.

“Well, this is definitely unexpected,” he remarked as he turned his chair to the side.

She moved around the desk, her hand skimming over the surface as she stopped in front of him. She smiled as she dropped down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Just thought I’d come and see you instead of waiting in agony for you to come home.”

“Glad you did.” His hand slipped down her black dress, resting on her thigh where the hem had moved up. “How was the interview?”

“Good, I think,” she replied, shrugging. “They seemed to like what I was saying, so… we’ll see.”

“You’re gonna get it,” he stated, confidently as he leaned up and pecked her lips. “Hey, how ‘bout we get outta here, get changed real quick and go into the city for dinner?”

“Are you trying to woo me, Dean Winchester?” she asked in return, biting her lip as she raised her eyebrow.

“Maybe I am,” he whispered, his voice low and husky as he gazed into her eyes.

She hummed, pressing her lips to his, kissing him a few times. “Then take me out.”

Dean stood up with his arms around Y/N, a small squeak followed by her melodious chuckle coming from her as he set her down. He fixed up his desk and took her hand in his, switching off the light in the office and telling Benny to lock up after he was done for the day as they walked through the shop, leaving through the reception. They separated so Y/N could drive her car back home, but after a quick change of clothes, they were seated in the Impala and on their way to the city.

It had been a while since the two of them had spent a night out, and they were looking forward to taking advantage of Dean finishing work early.

Dean tossed his white napkin on the table, breathing deeply as he dropped his fork on his empty, completely wiped clean, plate. Y/N pressed her lips together as she tried not to laugh at him, setting her own napkin aside. Taking the last sip of her virgin Mojito, she thanked the waiter as he cleared their plates. She smiled at her husband as he threw back the rest of his whiskey, his neck constricting as he gulped causing her to bite down on her lip. She had been eying him the whole night and had almost wished they had stayed home so she could have her way with him instead, but she couldn’t deny it had been a great night. She squeezed her thighs together and breathed in deep, needing her racing heart to calm down. She could feel her arousal building between her legs as she watched his fingers slip away from the glass as he placed it down, and all she could about was wanting to get him home.

“Doing okay over there?” he asked.

She nodded, taking another breath before she spoke. “Thank you for tonight. It’s been a while since we’ve driven out of Lawrence for dinner.”

“Hey, no need to thank, I just thought it was about time we did,” he waved her off, a small smirk playing at his lips. “And uh, it’s over yet because I know how you are about ice cream.”

She glanced outside once he gestured to the window, looking at the small ice cream parlor across the street. He knew she was nuts about the dessert, so it was incredibly sweet that he wanted to treat her. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Dean paid for dinner before they both made their way across the street, his hand slipping into hers as they walked to the other side of the road. Y/N ordered a cookies and cream scoop while he settled for death by chocolate, paying the cashier and leaving the shop, strolling the street as they gorged on their dessert. With every relaxed step, the night clear with a cool breeze as they edged closer to warmer days, Y/N would look over at Dean. Sometimes she still couldn’t believe that he was hers to be with for the rest of their lives. She would never understand how she got so lucky to have him.

“So… I was thinking,” she paused, swallowing the bite of ice cream she took, “that we should go up to Rhinebeck for a few weeks once I finish work and summer break starts.”

Raising an eyebrow, he smiled as he considered what she was saying. “Yeah, I think that’s awesome.”

“We can see my family and I can take you to all my favorite places in town,” she stated, leaning into him as she looked up into his green eyes. “And you know, maybe take a little late night drive to the old make-out point.”

“Oh, now you’re talkin’,” he quipped, smirking. He bent down and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her once, twice.

She laughed as she pulled away, sighing. “So, what do you think?”

“Let’s do it,” he replied, without missing a beat. “I’ll talk to Benny on Monday, see how long I can take off from work.”

She beamed as she wrapped an arm around his neck, pushing up on her heeled feet to kiss him passionately. He pulled her close, the embrace getting deeper as neither of them was prepared to pull away any time soon. They were never fans of public displays of affection, but Dean often forgot about that considering he just always wanted to be close to his gorgeous wife.

The kiss broke but he kept his mouth close to hers, an idea coming to him. “But you know… we don’t have to wait until Rhinebeck to go to an old make-out point.”

“Wait…” she tried to register what he was suggesting, a smile spreading across her face as she realized. “Seriously?

“Fuck yes,” he grinned, taking her hand in his. “You wanna?”

She bit her lip, huffing a laugh as she nodded, eagerly. They dropped the ice cream cups in the trash before he draped his arm around her shoulders, making their way back to the car. As they got in and Dean turned in the direction of Lawrence, Y/N looked out the window and watched traffic pass by, trying to distract herself from the anticipation that was building inside her.

Her husband was always full of surprises, and she couldn’t wait to see what this next one brought.  

The Impala moved slowly, passing several trees and a few other cars. Dean stopped once he found a spot that was more secluded, behind the trees and away from the other vehicles that were there. He turned off the engine, the steady rumbling of his beloved Baby cutting out and leaving them in silence, crickets chirping outside the only source of noise. He laid his arm over the seat as he turned to Y/N, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“So, this is where Dean Winchester brought his dates?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

“A few, not a lot,” he replied, his eyes roaming over her, spots of moonlight the only source of light he had to take in her features. “But none of that matters compared to now.”

Y/N giggled, shifting closer to Dean and straddling his lap. He pulled her close, cupping her face in his hands and pressing his lips to hers in a searing kiss. She pushed herself against him, her hands tugging at his plaid shirt and pulling it down his arms, dropping it on the floor of the car.

“Can we do a little more than make out here?” she asked, biting her lip.

“We can do whatever you want, sweetheart,” he stated, smirking. “Should we move this into the backseat?”

She nodded, pecking his lips softly. “Lead the way, sir.”

Y/N shifted off Dean to let him climb over the front bench first, but her hand suddenly came up over her mouth to keep from laughing as he got stuck. He tried to wrap his leg over but cursed, his foot trapped in the seat belt. She snorted and couldn’t keep it in any longer, bursting into his hysterics.

“Go around,” she giggled, tapping him lightly on his tush.

“Yeah, it’s a little late for that now,” he wheezed, trying to get his foot out. “This was easier when I was 16.”

Y/N reached forward and released his boot from the belt loop, freeing him to climb over the seat. He dropped down on the back bench, slightly out of breath. She wrapped one leg over and rolled into the back, her other leg following without much effort. She assumed the same position once she sat in his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs.

“Show off,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.

“Yoga,” she said, simply as she shrugged her shoulders. “Plus, you’ve never complained about me being flexible before…”

She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him, sensually as her hands moved to the end of his black t-shirt. The kiss broke briefly to remove his shirt, his hands fighting with the tie-up straps of her dress, a groan from him vibrating against her lips as he finally succeeded with both. Their lips fused together once more, his calloused hands roaming over her arms, down to her hips before they pushed the hem of her dress up, revealing her black thong. His hand moved between her legs, pulling her thong aside, his fingers running lightly through her folds and feeling her wetness against his skin.

“God, you’re fucking soaked already, sweetheart,” he muttered, a wicked chuckle leaving his lips. “So… what did it?”

“I… uh-” she stuttered, her eyes shutting tight as she felt him against her. “Just you at the restaurant… I was already wet, and needed you.”

He smirked as he pressed a finger into her tight heat, slowly thrusting into her as he added another. She moaned softly, her hands sliding over him, feeling the hard muscles of his arms and chest turn a little softer as they drifted down to his stomach. She could feel him getting hard against her mound, causing her hips to shift slightly, relishing in the friction it caused.

“Fuck, you look so damn gorgeous like this,” he bit out, his jaw clenching as he watched her.

His fingers moved a little quicker, the small sounds of pleasure leaving her making his hard on strain against the fabric of his jeans. He removed the digits slowly, huffing a small laugh as she whined at the loss. He brought his fingers to his mouth, groaning at the taste of her before both his hands grabbed her hips, helping her to grind against him, the pace slow, almost torturous.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped, her fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders.

“How does it feel, sweetheart?” he asked, his fingers sliding over her smooth skin as he continued to shift her against him. “Tell me.”

She pressed her forehead against his, a raspy moan leaving her lips. “So-so good, fuck, Dean I… I need your cock…”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and shifted her over, supporting her back as she laid down on the backseat. Making quick work of his belt and jeans, he pushed the denim down along with his boxers, removing them once he took off his boots. She kicked her heels off onto the floor of the car, spreading her legs to let him lean over. She glanced down, biting her lip as she saw his hard dick, feeling a shiver run through her straight to her core.  He moved a hand down and took a hold of his shaft, lining up to her entrance. He sank into her slowly, a long, gasping moan leaving her as he groaned, his shaft completely sheathed by her walls. He took a moment to bask in the feel of being inside her before he thrusted forward, moving deep within her. She whimpered loudly, relishing the sensation of him inside her, his thrusts set at a moderate pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good inside me,” she moaned, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

He grabbed her hips tight, pulling her against his pelvis as he pounded into her, the pace picking up as he thrust harder, faster, which always drove her insane. He growled as he felt her walls clenching around him, loving the way that always happened and the fact that he would never get over it. “Feels so fucking perfect around me, sweetheart.”

She hummed, completely overwhelmed by the things he was making her feel. Her walls clenched tight around his dick, moaning as the head pressed against that sweet spot inside her with every thrust. His pelvis smacked into her as he continued to move, her arms wrapping around his neck as she clung to him.

“Love your cock inside me, fucking me deep,” she whimpered. “God, you fuck me so good, baby. Make me feel so full…”

He groaned, looking deep into her eyes. “Fuck… Y/N, I-”

“Can’t wait to have you cum inside me,” she muttered, lifting her head to glance back at him. “Wanna feel you cum deep inside me, fill me up…”

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he grunted, his jaw clenching. “Want that too…”

Dean shifted back as he held her and sat on the backseat, allowing her to straddle him once more. She pushed her dress aside and sank down on his cock, throwing her head back as she felt him deeper than before, practically pushing against her cervix.  His hands gripped her hips tight as he slammed them down, feeling her walls contract around him. He knew she was close to her release and so was he, his shaft pulsing inside her. He unzipped her dress, pulling it down and along with the cups of her bra, his palms moving over her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers.

“You want me to give you my cum, gorgeous?” he asked, his lips hovering over hers. “Wanna be all full and round with my baby?”

“Yes,” she cried out, her arms wrapping around him, her fingers gripping his hair.

She knew she was about to fall over the edge, the coil within her tightening. His fingers pressed into her flesh as he guided her to ride his cock, their hips meeting as she pounded down onto him, wanting them to reach that blissful end together.

She moaned wantonly, staring down at him. “Dean, I… oh fuck, fuck fuck…”

Her words were cut off by a loud, guttural moan as the coil snapped, her eyes shutting tight as her vision turned white. Her slick covered his shaft as small whimpers continued to leave her, her orgasm so intense she could feel herself shaking against him. His jaw clenched as he grunted, his neck straining back against the seat as his cock throbbed, spurts of his seed spilling into her and coating her walls. He held her close as they breathed heavily, coming down from their high. Neither of them spoke, enjoying the silence as they stayed wrapped in each other’s embrace.

“Fuck, that was…” he breathed, shaking his head as he leaned into her chest, kissing her collarbone.

She kissed the top of his head, softly stroking his sweat slicked hair. “Yeah.”

“We should uh… we should probably go before we get busted,” he muttered, looking up at her.

She nodded, moving down to kiss him, passionately. They stayed in the moment a little longer before they pulled away, getting dressed once more before Dean stepped out, not making the same mistake as he had before. Y/N crept over the seat again once she was decent, taking Dean’s hand in hers once he was seated behind the wheel once more.

His hand stayed in hers all the way home.

Once they got back they made sure all the doors to the house were still locked and turned off the lights before they went up to their room. They took a quick shower together before they got ready for bed, completely exhausted from their adventurous night. She did her night routine and brushed her teeth, getting dressed in her silk shirt and shorts set. She sat on the bed and picked up her body cream, taking some out in her hands and massaging it into her left leg. She looked up to see Dean standing in the threshold of the bathroom, wiping his hands on a hand towel as he watched her.

“What?” she asked, smiling softly.

He shrugged as he placed the towel back on the rack, turning off the light before he walked over to the bed. He pulled the covers back and got into bed, turning on his side and holding his head up on his hand, his eyes never leaving her. “I just… uh, you know what, it’s stupid.”

Y/N frowned as she tilted her head, quickly finishing her right leg before she shifted across the bed. “I’m sure it’s not. Tell me.”

“I just hope it happens soon,” he admitted, his other hand sliding over her silk shorts and pressing against her stomach, lightly. “I know we just started tryin’ but… I hope we don’t have to wait too long.”

“Me too,” she whispered, her hand curling over his as they rested on her belly.

Y/N pulled the covers back on her side of the bed and slid over to him, fitting herself under his arm and laying her head on his chest, smiling softly as he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. She snuggled into him, eventually feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest as he drifted off to sleep. The last couple of days had definitely played with her mind a little, especially the unexpected call and voicemail from Ethan, but she wasn’t going to concentrate on that. He was in her past, and she wasn’t going to ever call him back, so everything was going to be okay. She had an amazing man by her side and she was focusing on her future, instead of dwelling on something that she had no reason to.

She wasn’t going to let anything ruin the life she had made for herself.

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