#'okay so what if i peeled your face off while you were awake and had to watch'

[darylbae]

there’s just smth about daryl seeing you injured maybe a broken leg or even an amputated one from a bite and limping, someone holding you up as you walk. he’d almost run over to you and pick you up.

a dumb idea — daryl dixon 🩰

in which you were injured on a run, and daryl can't bare to see you that way without helping.

Rick had chosen you for a run, not alone, but for you to go. He'd seen you were quick, efficient with your melee weapons, and were probably one of the best choices. You were joining Rick and Glenn, Daryl having to sit this one out by Rick's orders. He hadn't cleared the prison in full yet, so he wanted Daryl back here to keep watch. Daryl and you weren't exclusively a thing, neither of you had spoken about it at all, but everyone else could see it was waiting to happen. You were currently just really good friends hiding your feelings for each other, or at least thinking you were hiding your feelings for each other. You were sat in the backseat of the car, happily talking to Glenn as the car rolled towards the gates. You glanced out the window to see Daryl, sulking at the gate yet picking his arm up to wave at you. You returned the gesture, a sweet smile on your face that Daryl had become addicted to. One of the many addicting things about you.

Your positive-for-the-end-of-the-world attitude had come to an end when you'd ran into a building to find some cover, the darkness of the building rendering you blind as your leg had been impaled by a broken bit of a glass shelf. You let out a cry, falling to your feet as Rick and Glenn rushed over to assist you. "You good?" "What happened?" Rick had turned a flashlight to your leg, seeing your jeans ripped and stuck to your leg with the amount of blood. You almost passed out at the look of it, the glass had lodged itself in there pretty snug. "We need to get her back, now," Rick demanded, wrapping an arm around your back and coordinating with Glenn to get you safely to the car. Rick had taken his shirt off and tied it around your leg above the wound, before beginning the drive back to the prison. Glenn had trained his eyes on you and your leg for most of the drive, making sure you were still alive and not dying back there. The drive felt like hours, you felt like closing your eyes but Glenn was adamant on talking to you. Telling you about Maggie, telling you about how sweet Daryl seems to be around you, and you knew it was a distraction tactic, to keep you awake and not looking at your completely blood soaked shin.

You heard the rattle of the gates as they'd slid open for the car, and you felt a short burst of relief to be back. "Dar..." You managed to speak, wincing as Rick had reached for your hand to pull you out. "Daryl." Rick and Glenn had their arms under yours, carrying most of your weight for you. Until Daryl had heard the commotion and come out to see what the fuck people were shouting for.

Daryl saw you. Your leg, completely red from the knee down, being assisted into the prison. He wanted to help, he wanted to ease your pain even just a little. Dropping his crossbow to the ground, he'd paced over to you, relieving Glenn and Rick of their duties. "It's okay, I got ya," he cooed, "I got 'er," he'd lifted you, arms clinging to you as he led you to the cell block. "It's okay, sweetheart." Your blood loss wasn't fatal, thankfully, but Herschel was about to have you on the mend in no time.

You'd been allowed to rest, peeling your eyes open after having slept a while. The first thing you were aware of was the pain in your leg, which was thankfully still there. It was still light outside, so it must not have been long at all. A bottle of water and some pain meds were sat at your bedside, and you'd desperately taken them in order to ease your pain. "There's my girl." You heard, and Daryl had entered your cell and sat at your side. "How's the leg?" You chuckled. "It's seen better days." You could've sworn you'd spotted a smile on his face for a moment. "Were you scared? Did you think I was gonna die?" You teased, poking his arm and smiling innocently up at him. "No," he answered, "you're a fighter. I know that." There was something he was keeping to himself, you could see it in his brain. Almost as if he wasn't allowing himself to say it. It had been a tough process even getting to a friendly level with him, he had always kept his feelings to himself. But you liked to believe you were making progress with him, you wanted to. "What's on your mind?" You asked sweetly, your voice like honey, and he was addicted. God, he was addicted. He wanted nothing more than to have you night and day, for breakfast, lunch and dinner. But he didn't know the first thing about flirting, or even dating. "Nothin," he grumbled, and you sighed dramatically. "Come on, Daryl," you exclaimed, "talk to me. I need some sort of stimulation for my brain." Your voice was light, but you meant it. He paused, almost debating whether or not to say it. "I just care about ya, is all. When I saw ya bein carried in, my mind just stopped and all I wanted to do was make sure you were okay. Told Rick it was a dumb idea." You smiled, poking his arm again. "You care about me, that's sweet. I care about you, too." He grabbed your hand as it made contact with his arm, and just held it between his own. This was his way of expression, to show you how he felt without ruining it with his words. The pair of you just sat in silence, hands interlaced, a stupid grin on both your faces as you stared at each other. Adrenaline was pumping through your veins, a wave of confidence taking over you as you leaned up and pressed a small kiss to his cheek. Once Daryl had registered what you'd done, he'd turned his head, closing the small gap between you both for a delicate kiss. He was so gentle, his hands still holding yours firmly, and you wanted to do this forever. "I hope that speaks better than I do." He admitted, and you just laughed, resting your head on your shoulder. "Now get some rest, I don't want to see ya on your feet for the rest of the day."

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[dreamtinblackandwhite]

give & take

summary: bruce wayne x female!reader learning what their partner likes during sex

word count: 832

warnings: NSFW, SMUT, mentions of fingering, oral (both receiving), p in v sex, overstimulated, praise kink, degradation kink, face fucking, i think that's it?

an: let me know what you think of this one! it's not much but i wanted to get it out of my brain :)

bruce is such a giver.

he was so touch deprived when you first starting seeing each other that he just wants to shower you in appreciation for giving this back to him.

every night before he heads out to patrol, he’d burry his face between your thighs and greedily fingerfucks you until you’re seeing stars

every time the two of you are required to go to a public event, he’d make sure to find a secluded room where he would get on his knees for you after seeing you in that dress

if your response after he asks how your day was is anything less than ‘great, love, yours?’ he’d tug you off towards his bed and spend hours kissing every single inch of your body

praising you because he knows how much you love it:

‘such a good girl’, ‘you are so gorgeous squeezing around my fingers’, ‘you are doing so good, darling’, ‘you can cum again, I know you can.’, ‘be a good girl and moan my name while I tease this perfect clit, beautiful.’

this man would worship the ground you walk on and is utterly obsessed with every part of you

there were signs of him wanting more though. the way his eyes would widen and he'd blush so cutely after you told him it was okay to be rough with you. you'd tell him every night how you want to shower him with the same affection he gives you. but he’d ignore you to burry his face into your dripping cunt again whimpering and whining about how much he loves you.

you could see him fall into the blissful high of your warm folds wrapping around his cock so perfectly and he slowly would lose his composure. fucking you as if he didn't know you, plowing into you like his access to oxygen depended on it. his rough strokes against your sensitive core seemed to speak how much he loved using you - you just needed to drag that out of him.

you waited in the batcave for him on a stormy night that you couldn’t sleep. ‘what are you doing awake, darling?’ He’d ask as he slipped his cowl off with a concerned tone to his voice. you didn't need to say anything. just walk up to him and slowly peel layer by layer of his suit off, dragging your finger tips across each muscle, bruise, fresh cut, or healed scar as you exposed his skin.

‘you could have waited in bed if you wanted me,’ reaching for you, wanting to see more of your skin than what you were offering. you’d stop his hands before they could touch you, using them as anchorage as you floated to the floor on your knees. never breaking eye contact.

he’d already be hard, even innocent touches from you were enough to spark that reaction. but there was something about seeing how well you were swallowing him down, drooling and gagging around him with no care in the world...

there was no denying that bruce craved control. that’s part of the reason he goes out, he wants to control the crime of Gotham.

but this was different. you were strong, independent, you didn’t need bruce, you had all the control in your own life. but here you were, on your knees for him. His. His beautiful and perfect equal.

you saw the shift in his eyes when he accepted how much he loved this. his fingers tangling in your hair as a low groan rumbled from his chest. ‘good fucking girl,’ his eye bored into yours, drinking up the sight of you degrading yourself for him as tears formed in the corner of your eyes. ‘you’re prettiest when you’re messy like this for me.' he's never respect you more - you had so much power but you set it aside for him. this was his bliss.

and that’s when you both found the perfect blend of kinks. he felt the whimper he fucked into your throat and saw the familiar glint in your eye as you desperately rolled your hips forward. ‘you like this, don’t you? love being my secret little cocksucker, fully knowing you’ll turn around tomorrow and command respect.’ you’d nod your head, still working your mouth feverishly around his cock.

‘i love it too, baby,’ a moan would escape him that belonged in a porno as he twitched in your throat, fucking his hips into your face. his head would fall backwards at the disgustingly lewd sounds coming from your perfect lips only making his grip on your head tighten and his pace rougher. ‘take my cock like a good slut. y’ve such a good throat for me.’

after you swallowed his sticky load, he’d all but fall to his knees in front of you and hug you close, whispering little thank yous as he kissed your hair. ‘you were right,’ he’d finally say before kissing you hungrily and starting his favorite task of forcing you to cum until you’re overstimulated.

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[milfsloverblog]

Secret Benefits (NSFW)

Part 2 (part 1 here)

Sugar mommy!Larissa Weems x fem!reader

A/N: This took a while, but it's finally here. And good news, I've got most of part 3 written already! In this part, Larissa and reader enter the vicious circle of both thinking the other one don't want them like /that/. We might be in for some slow burn, people! Hope you’ll enjoy! <3

You startled awake, hair clinging to your sweaty forehead and an unpleasant, incessant throbbing between your legs. You had dreamt of her, again.

It had been four days since you’d met with Larissa, and you’d been having those wet dreams ever since.

It always started the same way, you’d go through the evening you’d shared at the restaurant, and everything was exactly the same except for what happened when she’d drop you off at your place. You’d invite her in and she’d agree to follow you. You’d barely have time to step into your flat when her lips would attach themselves to your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh and making you lose all sense of time and space.

The rest of the dream would happen very quickly, Larissa would have you on any surface of your flat she’d see fit - which had included your sofa, the wall, the kitchen counter and your dining table. She’d hike up your dress and get rid of the lacy thong she’d bought you, shoving it inside her handbag.

“Don’t pout, sweetling,” she’d whisper in your ear, her slender fingers finding their way to your heat. “I promise to buy you more.”

You could only writhe and whimper as she teased you, her digits moving in excruciating slow circles on your clit until she’d decide you’d have had enough and would push two of her fingers knuckle deep inside you, making your breath hitch in a loud gasp.

Larissa’s eyes would never leave your face as she’d relentlessly pound into you. She delighted in the way the right corner of your mouth twitched with each thrust of her fingers, how your brows furrowed deeper and deeper each time she stroked that sweet spot inside you.

You would feel the coil tightening dangerously behind your navel, bringing you closer to your well-deserved release as you’d beg your lover to keep going. Please, Larissa, please, please, please.

And then you’d wake up. You’d find yourself staring at the ceiling of your bedroom, your core aching from another ruined orgasm.

You groaned loudly as you peeled yourself from your bed and headed to the bathroom, taking a single glance at your dishevelled form in the mirror before shedding your pyjamas and stepping in the shower.

How easy it would be, to slip your hand between your legs and give yourself the release that you’d been denied for the last four days. But it wouldn’t be right. You didn’t want this, whatever this was between Larissa and yourself, to turn into something sexual. She would provide you with money and you would provide her with company, as you had both agreed on. Nothing more.

Your phone buzzed on the bedside table right as you walked back into your bedroom to get dressed. You didn’t need to check it to know who it was, Larissa had been sending you good morning texts for the last few days.

You finished getting ready for the day before picking up your phone to read her message.

Good morning, darling. I hope you slept well! Have a good day. Xx

You were almost tempted to tell her you hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in days but eventually refrained from doing so.

Good morning! Slept okay, hope you did too. Have a lovely day :)

You shoved your phone into your bag and hurried out of your flat, knowing you wouldn’t be getting another text from Larissa.

She’d text you once in the morning, then once or twice around noon when, you supposed, she was on her lunch break. After that, you wouldn’t be getting any news until at least 6 pm. At least, because once she hadn’t texted you before 8. You still didn’t know what her job was, but you couldn’t imagine being up at six in the morning only to finish your day so late at night.

As expected, you didn’t receive any more text until your own lunch break. You were out at a local cafe with your best friend, munching on your sandwich when your phone buzzed on the table.

Thinking of you, sweetling. Xx

A blush crept up your cheeks which you desperately tried hiding by taking a sip of water, but it wasn’t lost on your best friend.

“Is that your woman?” She smirked.

“Larissa is not my woman.”

“Oh right, sorry. Is that your sugar mommy, then?”

“Shut your mouth!” You groaned, swatting your friend’s arm.

You had told her about your evening with Larissa. Well, most of it. You didn’t mention the lacy thong or the fact that she’d picked your food.

“You still don’t want to do it?” She snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Do what?”

“Her.”

You rolled your eyes and put your sandwich down, wrapping it in its paper bag to finish it later.

“I’ve told you, I don’t want to feel like I’m selling my body for money.” You explained for what seemed to be the fifteenth time that week.

“Oh, come on! I would let a woman like her fuck me for free any time she wants.”

“Don’t be crass,” you said, shoving your sandwich into your bag. “Larissa is not like that, and neither am I. Now move, we need to get back to class.”

You typed in a quick answer to Larissa as you walked into your next class and sat down at your usual desk.

Thinking of you too. Wanna call tonight? I’d love to hear your voice and have a chat. No worries if not :)

Larissa was pouring herself a cup of coffee, her fourth that day, when she read your answer. You wanted to call her, to hear her voice. A small smile pulled at the corners of her lips as she sipped on her coffee and texted you back.

I would love that. I’ll text you when I’m done working. Xx

And so she did. You had been home for a couple of hours when your phone started ringing, making you run from the kitchen to the sofa to make sure you’d get it in time.

“Larissa! Hi!”

“Hello, darling. I hope it’s not too late?” Her British accent filled your flat as you pressed on the speaker button.

“No, no it’s not. Did you have a good day?” Truth be told, she did sound a little tired but you would never dare to bring it up.

“It was alright, not the worst day I’ve ever had.” She chuckled lowly, sending a shiver down your spine. “It’s a good day now, though. It’s nice to hear you.”

“It’s nice to hear you too, I thought it’d be better and easier than just texting back and forth.”

“Mhm…” Larissa hummed and you heard the distinctive ‘pop’ of a bottle being opened.

“Wine?” You asked, earning another chuckle from the woman on the phone.

“Red. Just one glass to help me relax.”

She needed it. She really needed it after the stunt that Wednesday had pulled that day.

“I wish I could share one with you,” you said, hearing Larissa pouring the wine into a glass.

“Do you?” Her voice seemed to have dropped an octave, and you wondered if her nostrils had flared like they’d done back at the restaurant.

“Yes, yes I do. I’d let you pick the wine, of course. I’d watch you pour it and wait for you to bring the glass to my lips.”

Larissa let out a shuddering breath, suddenly feeling extremely hot in her shirt. Her fingers swiftly moved to take care of unbuttoning the constricting piece of clothing, leaving her in a white bralette.

“Larissa?” You called when she hadn’t answered for a while.

“Yes, I’m here, darling. Simply lost in my thoughts.” Larissa admitted before taking a sip of wine.

“Are you thinking of me again?” You asked, deciding to try your luck.

Wine dribbled from the corner of Larissa’s mouth, rolling down her chin to quickly drip onto her chest. It would leave a stain, Larissa thought as she watched the crimson liquid soaking the lacy fabric of her bralette.

“Would you like that? Me thinking of you?” She eventually answered after another long silence.

“Maybe, yes.”

There was another silent moment as Larissa took another couple sips of wine before placing her glass on the coffee table.

She sighed loudly, wanting nothing more than to hike up her skirt and let her fingers explore her sex. It was such a shame that you weren’t interested in being intimate with her, she would have loved to listen to your heavy breathing as you’d touch yourself on the other side of the phone.

“I want to take you shopping this weekend, if you’re free,” She eventually said.

“Shopping?”

“Lingerie shopping, specifically. I want to treat you to a couple of sets. Would you be interested in that, sweetling?”

“Yes! Yes, I would love that. I’ve never really been lingerie shopping before.” But you wouldn’t pass on such an opportunity.

“Good. How about you call your work tomorrow, and let them know you won’t be able to be there on Saturday? I’ll take care of you.”

You knew what she meant by that, she’d hand you another one of those envelopes filled with a couple hundred dollars.

“I’ll call tomorrow.”

“Good.” Larissa sighed again.

She had emptied her glass, her right hand was groping at her body while the other one kept the phone pressed to her ear. She’d have to hang up soon, before she’d start fucking herself.

“Larissa?” You called again.

“Mhm? Yes, darling?”

“I should go, still need to take a shower and get everything ready for tomorrow… It was so nice to hear you, I hope we can do this again soon.”

“Any time you want, you only need to text me.”

“I will.” You promised. “Well, have a good night, Larissa.”

“Have a good night, darling.” She answered, biting her tongue as she thought of adding think of me.

You listened to her breathing for another second before hanging up and dropping yourself on your sofa.

God, that woman was hot. Her voice through the phone had made you soaking wet and it had taken everything within you to keep your hand out of your pants.

Back in her quarters, Larissa didn’t have as much self-control as you did. Her skirt had been hiked as soon as you had hung up, her legs parting to let her move her panties to the side.

“Oh, darling…” She breathed out as she eventually let her fingertips brush on her clit.

You had bewitched her, it seemed. If she didn’t know any better, Larissa would have wondered if you maybe were a siren.

The tall woman was halfway through fucking herself, the coil in her lower stomach tightening with each thrust of her fingers, when she suddenly realised how wrong this was.

She immediately pulled her fingers out of herself, her cheeks burning in embarrassment. You had made it clear that you didn’t want to have sex with her, and it wasn’t right for her to be touching herself thinking of you.

Larissa made her way over to the bathroom to thoroughly wash her hands, eventually opting for a full cold shower to clear her mind from any more sinful thoughts.

As you both got into bed that night, only a few miles away from each other, you both shared the same thought.

How on earth am I going to survive a lingerie shopping session with her?

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[feyascorner]

You writing is amazing! I eat it right up!

Now this idea has been stuck in my hand for a while. Tav that wants to give Astarion blood but are horrified of needles and that fear applies to his fangs. So when they try to give blood the instinctively move away even when Astarion "The bit comes in 3 2 1" but Tav insist on trying again. When Astarion finally gets some blood Tav straight just goes "Oh okay great" and faceplants in the ground. When they wake up again they say the weirdest shit because they are still whoozy something like "Hey Astarion do crabs think fish can fly?"

Anyway have a nice day :]

im crying they're so silly...also i wrote like the dumbest questions but they're genuine questions so pls if anyone has answers...

"Just do it."

He nods. "Very well."

"Wait, no, I need a countdown."

"Fine. Three...two..."

"Actually, it's too nerve-racking, just--"

Astarion pulls his face away from the crook of your neck, eyes lidded as he sighs. "Darling, if it's too difficult..."

"It's not that bad. I want to help you, and you said this would make you more powerful in battle," you insist, bursting with enthusiasm but not enough to will you through your deathly fear of needles---or anything sharp for that matter. "I've done it before, I can do it again."

"Yes, love, but the last time we did this, you had me do it while you were asleep. You also woke up and punched me in the chest, even though you're the one who suggested the idea."

"I can do it this time! Just try again!"

Despite his hesitance, he follows your request, gently inching you closer and leaning into your neck. His breath feels cool on your skin, but the second you feel him nearing too close, you pull away again instinctively. He doesn't even seem surprised this time.

"Okay, maybe we should just do it while I'm sleeping again-"

He grabs either side of your face, pressing a kiss on your cheek and then another on the side of your nose. He trails down to your chin, and before you can even tell what he's doing, your face is flushed in embarrassment. So much so that you don't even realize he's trailed down your chin and his fangs are now right at your neck. "What are you--"

It pricks.

Astarion tries to make it brief, regardless of how badly he wants to drink more, because he can sense how limp you feel in his arms. He pulls away, licking at the excess on his lips with a triumphant grin. "There. Exquisite as always."

But you only stare at him blankly. His smile drops. It worries him.

"Oh, okay," you blink. "That's great."

You would've face planted straight into the floor had he not barely grabbed you by the back of your shirt.

You only awake a few hours later, groggily rubbing at your eyes while Astarion looms over you with pursed lips, and you wonder how long he's been sitting here. When your eyes peel open, he groans, shoulders slumping in relief.

"There you are, I thought I'd nearly killed you again!" he smiles, reaching for a plate of fruits beside your bedroll. "Now feed yourself before you go and pass out on me aga--"

"Your hair reminds me of a white rat I saw last week."

He stops.

"Why do you think Karlach's underwear doesn't burn off? Are they enchanted? I want enchanted underwear."

Ah, he realizes. You've finally lost your mind.

Your lips stretch dreamily. "Maybe I can ask Withers to make my underwear glow in the dark."

"No, before we move on, let's discuss that rat comment."

"Do crabs think fish can fly?"

"I---I suppose they would?..." He's at a loss of words, which is especially rare for him.

You blink wearily at him, staring at a spot on the wall behind his head. He'd think your confusion to be adorable if it weren't for the borderline offensive comments you were spouting out like a broken water fountain. "Do vampires poop, Astarion?"

You've crossed the borderline now. He runs a hand down his face, sighing. "Please stop talking, my love."

"You can technically eat food, even though it tastes bad, right?" you raise a brow, squinting at him. "So where does that food go? Do you poop it out or does it just kind of slide ou--"

"Okay, that's quite enough talking for today," he shoves an apple into your mouth. He snickers at how you struggle to take a bite. "No more questions until you finish the entire bowl."

Fortunately for him, you fall back asleep before you're even finished with the apple. And he's grateful you do because even he himself doesn't know the answer to that question.

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[eclecticqueennerd]

Bad Dream

You rolled over in your shared bed with Ben and faced your nightstand. Cracking an eye open you read the digital clock, 3:30 in the morning. Sleep, slowly taking you back to dreamland, you hear the jiggling of the room door handle and the creaking of the door being opened. Hearing the soft padding of feet on the hardwood floor approaching the bed, a small, shadowed figure stood by your side of the bed. Opening your eyes fully, you see your son, clad in his cowboy pj’s, gently shaking you awake. Propping yourself up on your elbow you say,

“What wrong baby?”

“I had a bad dream; can I sleep with you and daddy?” You shift a little in the bed, making room for your son to climb in between Ben and you. Your son got settled in between the two of you, and wrap your arms around him, gently stroking his hair to calm him. During all this, Ben did not stir in his sleep, you’ve always been impressed with how deeply he slept.

“What was your dream about baby?” you asked your son gently.

“I had a dream that you and daddy died. In my dream, a supervillain and wanted to kill you for trying to get him in trouble.”

“Oh, well that is a scary dream. It’s okay honey, daddy won’t let that happen, he’s very, very strong. You, me, and daddy are all safe.” With a few more reassuring head rubs, your son fell back asleep, tucked against Ben. Sleep found you shortly after.

*

A few hours later, the sunlight poured into your room through sheer curtains framing your bedroom window. You shift in the bed to face your boys but noticed that the bed was empty. You slowly sit up and rub your eyes. You hear the soft cluttering of pots and pans and your son’s voice coming from the kitchen. Peeling back the blankets on the bed, you make your way into the kitchen and see Ben preparing breakfast while your son was drawing a picture at the counter.

“See daddy? This is what the supervillain looked like!” your son holds up the drawing and your stomach drops. A tall man with blonde hair adorned in a suit of red, white and blue, bright orange lasers coming from his eyes. Ben turns around and looks at the drawing,

“This is the guy? This guy is just puppet in a suit. He can’t hurt us, and if he tries, daddy punch him so hard his head will fly off.”

“But daddy I saw it! He used his laser eyes on mommy, and you were so mad, you then tried to beat him up and he used his laser eyes on you!”

“Sammy, I’m not letting anything happen to you or Mommy. It was just a dream, okay champ?” Ben reached out to give Sam a hair ruffle. You approached the two boys, sitting next to Sam.

“Let’s draw something else okay baby?” The two of you busied yourself while Ben made scrambled eggs and pancakes for breakfast. Before eating, Sam held up his drawing, proud of himself.

“Who are these people honey?” You point to a man in a trench coat with spikey hair and a fuzzy beard, a girl with claws on her fingers and scowl on her face, a short man with a mustache with big brown eyes, a large black man with a beard and a small, framed man with curly hair.

“They’re gonna kill the supervillain Mommy!”

“Okay, breakfast is done!” Ben said, placing the food on the counter.

*

What you didn’t know was that this was your son’s first power appearing, his power to predict the future.

#the boys #the boys amazon #billy butcher #frenchie #karl urban #mothers milk #billy butcher x reader #kimiko the boys #soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #jensen ackles

[desceros]

tries to sleep, fails, gets melancholy, copes by writing purple turtle fic donatello/reader, gn!reader, rated t, 1.6k. insomnia, friends to.... friends, (were you ever just friends? are you something more? what is love if not friendship shifted an inch to the left?), yearning, yearning, yearning, yearning—

Donatello is sleeping.

Hefting a fatigued sigh, you hover in the doorway to his bedroom for a moment. Staring at his face, taking it in. He’s gotten unfairly handsome as the years have gone by. Beautiful, even. Pretty angles, sharp defined lines, dark seductive eyes. Like this, unmasked, slack in sleep, it’s free for you to look as much as you want. More than you can during the day. A little secret thing just for your own heart’s keeping.

…Best friends shouldn’t want to stare at each other like this, you think with an ache.

It’s late. You can’t sleep. Lying down has provided nothing but racing thoughts you can’t quiet. Things to do tomorrow. Things to say when you see someone. Things to write down if you can hold them until the morning. Things, things, things. So many things in your head, ten thousand little voices like little snowflakes in your skull. Each small, powerless; but together, a force too mighty to outrun.

And Donnie is sleeping. Normally he’s awake. Fiddling, poking, prodding, studying, twisting, cracking, bending. Available to draw you into sleep. Always soothing, petting your hair, cooing at you until you drift off at last to the dulcet sounds of his low rumbles.

But not tonight. Tonight he sleeps, pretty in his sheets even as he’s all sprawled out and drooling. Cute. He’s cute. He’s cute and close enough to touch but so, so far away that you know you never will. Not like that. Not like that. 

It’s late. You can’t sleep. 

Slowly, not wanting to wake him, infuriated with yourself just at the thought that you’d risked it by lingering as long as you have, you peel away from his door frame and sneak into the living room. The couch greets you again. Inviting, soft. It smells like turtle ass. Popcorn. Movie night. It smells like family, like home. Scratchy beneath your cheek. You’ve been meaning to get them some new pillows. The way Mikey had laughed so hard he’d snorted his drink. Leo’s squawk when it got all over him. The weight of Donnie’s arm on your shoulder when he’d leaned on you while laughing until he got the hiccups. His cologne, new, smells nice. You should tell him tomorrow.

(You can’t tell him. There’s no way for a best friend to look at the other with pupils shaped like hearts and be the same. You can’t tell him.)

Heavily, you sigh. It’s late. You can’t sleep.

You sit up. Get up off the couch. Stretch a little before exhaling and walking around a bit to try and work off some of this excess energy. The darkness of the living room isn’t so much, anymore, what with how your eyes have adjusted. You can see the pieces of the evening strewn about. A pizza box that Splinter’s going to find in the morning and yell at the lot of you for not throwing out. Raph’s teddy bear, leaning against the other couch where he’d been pretending he hadn’t been using it to hide his face in the scary parts. Mikey’s cup, half-full, forgotten in Leo’s panic to find paper towels. And—

—Donnie, standing in the doorway, bleary-eyed, arms folded. 

“Why are you awake?” he asks, voice tumbling over your ears like rocks on a riverbed. Guilt strikes you like a blow. He’s exhausted. You’ve woken him up.

“I’m sorry,” you say as an answer, tangling your fingers in the shirt you’d borrowed out of his closet. The shirt you always borrow. The shirt that’s half yours, now. 

Donnie’s quiet. You sink your teeth into your lower lip and hope he’ll shrug and go back to bed. Maybe, if he’s lucky, he’s got enough sleep juice in him that he’ll drift right back off and forget this happened. 

He doesn’t. “…Can’t sleep?”

The guilt burns your skin like sand in the wind. You smile and pretend. “I’ll be okay. Go back to bed, Don. You need it more than I do.”

He doesn’t. 

“…Please?” you try again. 

You’re met, instead, with a sigh. He rubs the back of his head where his mask would tie if he were wearing it. Lets his arm fall to his side—ah, except no. He’s holding out his hand, palm outstretched, inviting you to come close. When you don’t, his beak wrinkles. “Come here.” 

You take a few steps closer, but don’t take his hand just yet. “What are you doing?”

“Just come here,” he says again, curling his fingers a few times in an imperious grabby command. You come closer. He opens his tired eyes in a squint, mouth dipped into a frown, and his gesture gets more demanding. “Come here.” 

Stepping closer, closer, closer, finally you get within range. You realize he wants your hand the moment he loses patience with you, watching as he rolls his eyes and reaches out to encircle your wrist with strong fingers. They eclipse the bones there easily, tugging as he turns, pulling you out of the living room. 

“Don—” you start to protest, but he stops you with a breath.

“Stubborn,” he accuses, though there’s no heat to the word. The scoff is thick on the back of your tongue—Donnie of all people calling you stubborn—but you don’t let it out, knowing it’ll be too-loud in the pitch night. 

He pulls you into his room, the very room that had been such a sweet siren song to you earlier. He pulls you towards his bed. He pulls you in behind him when he settles in. He pulls you beneath his blanket. He pulls, pulls, pulls, until your chest is flush to his plastron and his arm is around your waist and his breath is in your face and your heart is in your throat.

It’s late. You’re not going to be able to sleep.

“…Go to sleep,” he says after a few seconds, doubtless able to feel the way your pulse is like a hummingbird against his skin. 

“Sorry,” you say in lieu of—anything else. You don’t dare try to say another word, unsure of what exactly would tumble out instead. Perhaps a sweet poem about the texture of his skin against yours. Maybe a lament that he feels the need to tuck his thigh between yours so so so close to where you wake in a pool of sweat dreaming of his touch. Or possibly a whispered confession that tastes like lightning and blood and sugar all at the same time; that you want this but not this, you want this but more. 

Gently, a forehead bonks against yours. Dark eyes open and meet yours, centimeters away. He studies you, and you watch the gears turn. More slowly than usual, lethargic even, because of his slumber. 

“You’re thinking too much,” he murmurs. Dumbly, you nod. “Need to talk about it?”

“…Yeah,” you admit, then, “…but I won’t.”

He doesn’t like that. A frown mars his beautiful, beautiful face. 

“Why?”

You swallow the incredulous laugh, the kaleidoscope of responses. They’re all irrelevant, impossible to share, save for one. “You should sleep.”

Donnie’s hand tightens, fingers curling in his—your—shirt in the small of your back. “So should you.”

“Yeah.”

“…”

“…”

“…I don’t understand.” The confession, rare, makes you sigh. 

“…I don’t either,” you tell him. And you don’t. Why did you have to feel this way for him? Why couldn’t it be someone easier that stole your heart? Why does it have to be the one person you can’t stand to lose? Why does he have to be so comfortable touching you like this and making it hurt even worse? Why can’t you stop feeling this way?

Why can’t you sleep? Why can’t you sleep? 

His fingers unfurl from your shirt. His hand dips beneath the hem, finding the skin of your back. Slow shivers spread like little earthquakes as he strokes along your spine, tectonic caresses that ripple and destroy. It's familiar enough a touch that you don't stop him; unfamiliar enough that it rends you inside out.

Donnie leans in. Ghosts his lips along your jaw. It’s not a kiss; you’re just friends, after all. But it’s a sweet caress that feels good, all the way to where he lingers at your ear, whispering there, quivering at the touch that's too close to something else to be fair. “Close your eyes.”

You have one rule: listen to Donatello. So you do; you close your eyes, let his nails drag down your back, let his mouth press warm into your pulse, let his chest rumble with churrs that fill the night air with something akin to a lullaby. His legs curl around yours, mixing, confusing, making the separation of you disappear. 

It’s… maddening. You hate this. You love him. You love him so much. You hate that he can do this so easily. 

“Shhh,” comes the gentle coo against your skin, like he can tell you’re pulling away from his intent. You obey that, too. Donnie says to be quiet, so you quiet. Thoughts, movements, words; all of them fall away at his beckoning. “Just like that. Good.”

Good, you think, feeling a little fuzzy. It feels good to be good for him. God. You’d be so good for him—but no. None of that, now. Not when you can pretend that these little presses of his lips are kisses. That the thickness of his thigh pressed to your shorts means something. That his hand scratching lines in your skin is something meant to claim as much as it is to calm.

“Making me work for it tonight,” you hear him mumble, half-conscious of the words, not sure if they’re real or part of a dream he’s built for you. “Good job, sweetheart. Just like that.” 

More brushes of his mouth. A slow glide of tongue. A lovely dream, you think, finally letting your muscles go slack. A dream of a Donatello who would hold you like this, talk to you like this. A Donatello who is more than just your best friend.

It’s late. Finally, warm and held and pulled into a sweet dream, finally, you sleep.

#me slurring with a voice thick with sleep: two best friends that are in love but too close to tell and so they dance like leaves in the wind #forever brushing close. darting about like little butterflies. gossamer wings catching the light and enchanting one another w each breath #but too close. too close. you can't see the scope of a painting when it's the single strokes that catch your eye. #.....................it's almost four in the morning. im sure there are errors but i shan't be fixing them now. have it as it comes #tmnt #rise #donatello/reader #my fic #rating: t

[sydneyyuu]

I'll stay close to you.

(pain of reality part 2, part one here!)

☘️𝆤࿚࿙𝆤𝆤࿚۶ৎ𝆤࿙𝆤𖹭𝆤࿚𝆤۶ৎ࿙𝆤𝆤࿚࿙𝆤☘️

☘️𝆤࿚࿙𝆤𝆤࿚۶ৎ𝆤࿙𝆤𖹭𝆤࿚𝆤۶ৎ࿙𝆤𝆤࿚࿙𝆤☘️

You awoke some hours later to no longer feel the grip around your hand. Your eyes fluttered open and to your surprise you see Levi awake and Hange changing his bloody, dried bandages.

"levi..."

Your voice was soft as you spoke his name with a relieved smile across your face. He looked over and had his usual emotionless look on him. Hange replied before he got to himself.

"well good morning sleepy head, it's about time."

Hange chuckled as she peeled the red stained, sticky bandages off Levi's face. His face was revealed and the scar ran across his right eye, his eye was pure white and cloudy. Some Small cuts dug into his right and Left cheek. He looked tired, hurt and so drained. You couldn't think of anything to say but the look on your face said it all. You were interrupted by a wince from Levi.

Hange tugged gently on the bandages that stuck to his wounds.

"sorry Levi, uh...y/n can you help?"

Hange spoke and you nodded, shuffling over to Levi's side.

"gently slip your fingers under here while I pull okay?"

You nodded, Hange pointed at a bandage on Levi's face and you gently slipped your fingers under it, your other hand held his shoulder, Hange started to pull...Levi squeezed his eyes shut and leaned into your shoulder. He groaned and leaned further into you, the bandages slipped off.

"there we go, now Levi I need to wash your face."

Hange went over and got her water bottle

"what? No you're not washing me"

Levi sat up and his eyebrows knitted together.

"Levi it's just your face...God!"

Levi looked at you and rolled his eyes, Hange came over with a rag and water while Levi protested.

"N-no, no! Don't touch my face"

Hange sighed as Levi didn't want Hange to give his face a wash, she placed the rough rag and metal bottle on the mat and then she went back to her bag

"I'll just start making food, some soup will be nice...and Levi you need to wash your face!"

Levi groaned and sat back. He stayed silent but glanced at the rag And bottle, Levi picked them up and then looked at you softly. You soon understood that Levi wanted you to do it instead. You laid his head on your lap and started making the rag damp, you gently pressed it to his face and along the scars, dragging away the blood and dirt away from his skin. Hange looked over and sighed.

"seriously?"

Levi ignored her and continued to relax while you cleaned his face, you picked away at the dry blood while pressing the rag against his face. He hummed and started relaxing More into your lap.

"so...what caused such an injury?"

You spoke while rubbing his face with the rag

"I..I made a mistake...a thunder spear went off...I should've killed zeke while I had the chance"

Levi sighed and looked distressed

"well...we all make mistakes Levi"

Your gentle smile almost made him grin but he held it back.

"yeah but...mine is far from it...I'm a fucking idiot."

Levi closed his eyes as you sighed

"Levi...it's okay...what matters is that you are okay, and you know I'll stay with you..."

He opened his eyes and gazed at you

"you'll...stay by my side?"

...

"I'll stay by your side"

☘️𝆤࿚࿙𝆤𝆤࿚۶ৎ𝆤࿙𝆤𖹭𝆤࿚𝆤۶ৎ࿙𝆤𝆤࿚࿙𝆤☘️

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman x reader #headcanons #captain levi #levi #levi aot #levi ackerman x female reader #aot levi ackerman #levi x y/n #levi x reader #levi x you

[ismileeprnc]

Nct dream morning sex please 🫶

ɴᴄᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴀs ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ sᴇx

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄 𝗻𝗰𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 (𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗻)

𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗜 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴!! 𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁 🥲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲! 𝗜𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 💚

➜Mᴀʀᴋ. Honestly the mornings was one of the best times to have sex since he works pretty late in AMs. Waking up to your hand wrapped around his dick while littering little kisses along his neck, going up to connect to his jaw. Mark lets out a raspy hum, making it known that he was awake and totally okay with what you were doing by peeling away the covers to watch and kicking his shorts off in the process.

➜Rᴇɴᴊᴜɴ. It was a little bit frustrating for him because he was trying to get ready before his manager came to picked him up but he was nowhere remotely close to being dressed.

“Baby please.” He literally begs even though his hands were wrapped around your waist holding you close to him while yours worked on undoing his belt that he just fastened, eagerly trying to get to his cock. He hisses at you palming him, his patience wearing thin by the second until it ran out. Now he’s just like fuck it and throws his pants to the ground, pushing you to your knees and hold his cock in the other hand.

Tapping it against your lips, “open your mouth.”

➜Jᴇɴᴏ. If you would let him, jeno would go down on you every morning. It was just something about the way you laid next to him in a flimsy nightie and thong that barely covered anything, which he had a grave suspicion that you did that on purpose just so he could wake up you with head and God did it work every time.

He peers up at you as his tongue flicks against your sensitive bud, sucking it into his mouth and watches how it makes your back arch from the bed and fist the sheets beneath you.

➜Hᴀᴇᴄʜᴀɴ. Even first thing in the morning he was such a tease when really it was him begging to be inside of you because he was so hard. Literally woke you up from a good sleep and now that you were giving into him, he decidedly takes his precious time to fill you up, running the head of his cock along your folds and frequently poking it in your entrance, not fully before pulling out with a shit eating smile.

“If you’re not gonna fuck me, I will gladly go back to sleep and leave you to take care of your own problem.”

Just a second after, a moan leaves your lips as he finally enters you. That’s what you thought.

➜Jᴀᴇᴍɪɴ. You were only supposed to be cockwarming, which started out great at first until you awoke out of a doze, forgetting that his cock was still in you and shifted around on his chest to get comfortable. His hands held your hips in place, “stop moving so much.” He murmurs while trying to restrain his own hips from bucking up into you but he can’t. When your walls subconsciously flutter around him, that’s all it took for him to plant his feet into the bed and thrust up into you.

➜Cʜᴇɴʟᴇ. You had just defeated the whole purpose of taking a shower just for you to end back up on top of your boyfriend, sweat leaking from you forehead and trickling down to the valley of your breast as you bounced on chenle’s cock needly and his blunt nails digging into your hips creating moon crescents as he guided you over him, loving the way your tits bounced in his face.

➜Jɪsᴜɴɢ. Morning sex wasn’t something he expected to love until you finally tried it. He likes the laziness of it, how you were both behalf awake, and the closeness of your bodies being tangled together. He sighs and rocks his hips into you from behind and arms stretched across you. One around your waist and the other underneath your neck that he knew was gonna cause pain later but nevertheless still intertwined your hands together and buried his nose in your neck.

#nct dream #nct dream headcanons #nct dream scenarios #nct dream blurbs #nct dream imagines #nct dream x reader #nct dream smut #hard hours #hard thoughts

[lockleysfav]

Stars around my scars

Marc spector x fem!reader

Summary: After you wake up to your boyfriend sitting at the end of the bed with his head in his hands, you decide to take care of him.

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex, p in v, sub marc, creampie, riding, Marc has a trigger, swearing, mentions of violence.

Marc had quietly opened the door to your shared flat and limped his way towards the bed. He was about to wake you but then pulled his hand away, turning around slouching. Steven was telling him it's okay to wake you, especially if he needed some type of comfort but Marc only shook his head, claiming it to be selfish and that he should suck it up.

After a few minutes you slowly stirred awake due to the bed moving.

You sat up and rub your tired eyes to get rid of the blur that was blocking the figure from your view.

"Marc?" you said quietly and he didn't answer.

You got out of bed and slowly walked over to him, crouching down so you could meet his eyes.

He looked up from his eyes and your heart immediately broke when you saw the dried blood smeared across his right cheek, his eyes were bloodshot from crying and his hands were trembling.

"oh baby" you stood up and he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face against your chest while you ran your fingers through his hair.

He sniffled "I'm sorry y/n" he whispered and you shook your head. "Dont be sorry Marc, It's okay" you leaned down and kissed his head.

You both stayed like that for a while until you decided to pull away and crouch back down, locking your fingers with his "What happened?" you asked him and he pressed his lips together, shaking his head "khonshu he...he tried to get me to kill a young girl and i couldnt do it. He said some shit- im being pathetic" he cried quietly as he spat out the last three words and you pulled him into a hug "Shhh it's okay it's okay" you murmured against his neck "It is not your fault do you understand? it's not your fault" he nodded and took in a deep shaky breath, nuzzling into your shoulder.

You huffed a small laugh "Tell that pigeon to go fuck himself next time. In fact i'll tell him myself if i have to". You felt Marc laugh against you, causing you to smile.

He pulled away from you and you cupped his cheeks "i love you" he says quietly, leaning into the palm of your hand and you stroke your thumb along his bruised cheek "I love you too" you reply, lifting his chin and sitting on his lap.

His hands immediately grab onto your hips to steady you but you slowly pushed his hands away "let me take care of you" you whisper, your noses brushing against each other. He hesitated to nod but did nonetheless, looking up slightly to meet your eyes "o-okay" he replies.

You lay him down, kissing his neck and helping him pull off his shirt, immediately leaning back down and trailing kisses down his chest and to his stomach, stopping at his waistband.

"Can i take these off?" you ask him, your hands ready on his zipper and he nods shakily, you smile at him and peel his jeans off along with the rest of his clothing apart from his boxers.

He went to lean up on his elbows but you pushed him back down "Baby please...relax" you insist. "I wanna see" he tells you and you bite back a small grin "Okay..if that's what you'd prefer" you kiss his lips softly and climb up to straddle his thighs, wasting no time to lower yourself against his straining bulge and grinding against it at an easy pace.

Marc jolts up and grabs your hips again and you're quick to grab his hands, locking your fingers with his and gently pinning them above his head, bringing your body down and kissing him "it's okay baby shh, it's okay" you tell him between kisses, his breathing becoming erratic. You both winced when you ground down at and angle that made you both feel good.

He opened his eyes and whimpered at the sight of your slick coating his boxers "fuck please, please take them off" he whines against your lips causing you to shiver and nod quickly. You kiss the tip of his nose and his eyes flutter shut before you climb down and pull off his boxers, his aching tip dribbling with pre cum.

He took in a sharp breath when you suddenly licked at his tip, your eyes snapping up to meet his pleading ones. Bless him, he still kept his hands above his head.

"You can bring them down" you smile at him and he gulps before shakily bringing his arms down to allow his fingers to tangle in your hair but not pushing you to do anything. Thats what you loved about him, he always respected your boundaries, its the bare minimum yet you never see it in the average man.

You gradually took him into your throat, his body tensing as it took his will power to not buck his hips knowing it could hurt you but you felt this and placed your hands on his hips and he knew when you did this, it was permission to move. He moaned through gritted teeth as he gently moved his hips, fucking into your throat.

You looked up again and his head was thrown back, veins more visible on his neck and his mouth hanging open, whimpers and whines spilling from it. When you swallowed around him he cursed loudly and pulled away "i-i don't want to cum yet i'm sorry" he panted and you shook your head, kissing his thigh "Don't be sorry, it's okay this is about you Marc. I want to take care of you so cum whenever you want" you stroke his sides and he runs his fingers through his hair "can you uh..can you ride me? it's okay if you don't want to" he asks almost shyly and you nod with a smile, getting on top of him in a swift motion and placing your hands on his chest.

You lined him up with your entrance and sunk down on him, letting out a stangled moan but it was silenced with a kiss. You didn't notice how Marc sat up the moment you sunk down on him and wrapped his arms around your body. It was him who was soothing you this time "d-does it hurt honey? if it hurts you can stop" he murmurs against your ear but you shake your head "it's okay, it feels good baby" you reply to him and he drops his head on your shoulder, breathing heavily while you started to ride him.

His fingertips dug into your shoulders and he continuously kissed at your neck, whispering to you how good you felt.

"I can feel you y/n, you can cum too" he panted and the moment you heard this you hugged him close and came around his cock. He suddenly pushed you onto your back, his body still pressed against yours and he started driving his hips against yours. You moaned out and wrapped your legs around him "Fuck!" you felt his rhythm stutter but he kept plummeting into you. You looked up and took in his stone expression, realising he'd gone back to being angry and stressed.

It was common in times like this, he'd think he was being selfish since you were giving him all the attention and then become frustrated with himself in the blink of an eye.

You gently reached up and stroked his hair out of his face "Marc" you speak but he doesnt hear it, you hold onto his bicep and reach up to kiss his forehead "It's okay Marc, slow down" his hips stutter and his eyes finally meet yours, his brows furrowing as if he was confused and you continue stroking his hair "Come here" you whisper and his lip quivers before he collapses on top of you, his hands holding onto yours and he slowed his pace "I'm sorry" he cried quietly and you shush him gently, holding onto him as he continued thrusting into you.

You push him back up so he could look down at you, both of you keeping eye contact when his jaw tightened and his eyes fluttered when he came inside you, struggling to hold his own weight he slumped onto his side, pulling your body with him so he stayed inside you.

His arms were wrapped securely around you "Please dont leave me" he begged against your chest.

"Never baby." you replied.

#marc x reader #marc spector fluff #marc spector x you #marc spector smut #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockely x reader #jake lockely smut #jake lockley fanfiction #steven grant x y/n #jake lockley x y/n #jake lockely x reader fluff #moon knight smut #moon knight x reader

[paperultra]

daisy, sweet pea, darling.

Pairing: OPLA!Usopp x Reader Word Count: 1,295 words Warnings: None

serendipity (noun): finding something good without looking for it

“Yo, Usopp.” You walk over to where your friend slouches against a tree and crouch down beside him. “Guess what I found.”

Usopp blinks at you, chewing idly on several slices of a tangerine. “Treasure?” he ventures through a full mouth.

“Nope.”

He swallows. “What, then?”

Triumphantly, you move your hand out from behind your back, presenting the daisy you’d found in front of his face. “A freaky-looking flower. Check it out.”

“Oh, dang!” Usopp drops his tangerine peels on the ground and takes the daisy, poking at the elongated flowerhead. “Hey, it looks like a smile.” He twirls it upside down. “Or a frown. Where’d you get it?”

“On that hill over there. I almost stepped on it while I was looking for actual treasure with Nami.”

He nods thoughtfully for a few seconds. “… You know,” he drawls, eyebrows arching pridefully in a way that tells you that whatever’s coming next is a total lie, “I found a three-headed rose in Kaya’s garden once.”

“Really,” you say.

“Yeah. It was huge. Easily the size of my face. And redder than a pirate’s blood.” Usopp rubs his chin, squinting at your daisy. “I was gonna pick it to show you and Kaya, but then Sham showed up out of nowhere with this giant shovel … I wasn’t in the mood for a fight, so I decided on a tactical retreat to prevent a commotion from disturbing you guys.”

Cue a slight pause for effect. You stare at him, then snort and poke his forehead.

“Please,” you laugh as Usopp makes a face. “You love making a commotion, Usopp.”

He gasps in offense. “Excuse me? I only make a commotion if the situation calls for it.”

“Uh-huh.” A grin spreading across your face, you fall back to sit properly and rest your back against the tree. “Then I guess we’re in a lot of situations that call for it?”

“Look, as your captain, I made a solemn vow to protect you guys. I have an eye for danger, okay? Just because you don’t see it as quickly as I do doesn’t mean it’s not there.”

“Aye, Cap’n.” Despite your teasing, there’s some truth to his words. “You do have a good eye for things that want to kill us, I admit.”

Usopp’s chest puffs out with pride, and you chuckle, sliding further down the tree until you’re lying on the ground, head resting on a large root.

A warm breeze brushes past the two of you. Your eyelids fall halfway, a sudden drowsiness taking over.

Your gaze moves to the weird flower still in Usopp’s hand. “Hey, ’Sopp, could you hold onto that daisy for me? Just while I take a quick nap. I’m really … sleepy all of a sudden …”

“Oh. Uh, sure.”

“Thanks.” You yawn, closing your eyes completely. “’M gonna pick some more later to bring on board. Haven’t seen flowers in a while …”

As you drift off, you think that Usopp pats your shoulder gently, murmuring for you to have a good nap, but you’re not totally sure.

—

You dream about three-headed roses and daisies with centers that stretch on for miles.

When Nami shakes you awake, the sun has gotten a little lower, but the sky is still as blue as ever.

“We’re heading off soon,” she tells you.

“Okay.” You stretch and get to your feet, looking down towards the Going Merry. Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji are already on deck. “Where’s Usopp?” you ask.

“Oh, I saw him earlier back on that hill,” she replies, casting a glance over her shoulder. “He told me to go on ahead without him.”

Humming and brushing the dirt off the seat of your pants, you wonder whether Usopp went to look for more weird daisies. “I see. We’ll meet him at the ship, then?”

“Eventually.”

The two of you take the short journey down to Merry. Nami laments the empty treasure chests she had found while you were napping, and you sympathize with her, concluding that the legendary treasure island was not what it cracked up to be.

You help out with ship preparations while waiting for Usopp to get back, and once he does, you greet him happily.

“Found what you were looking for, Usopp?”

“Yeah. I mean, kind of. Er.”

One of his hands is behind his back, a mirror image of yourself when you had approached him at the tree, and you tilt your head curiously as he chews his bottom lip.

“What is it?”

Nami passes by behind him, and Usopp yelps as he suddenly stumbles forward. He trips over his feet, arms shooting out to steady himself.

A flash of white and pink catches the corner of your eye. Turning your attention to Usopp’s hand, your eyebrows raise and your lips part in surprise.

“Usopp,” you start.

He finally catches his balance and peers up at you. Perplexed, he turns his head slowly towards his outstretched arm, and then he slumps in resignation.

“Yeah,” he says with a sigh, extending the bouquet in your direction. “It’s for you.”

Gingerly, you take the flowers into your hands. Daisies and sweet pea flowers smile up at you, their stems held together with a long stem of grass tied into a bow. Buried in the middle is the stretched-out daisy you had left in Usopp’s care.

As you lift the bouquet to your nose to take a sniff, Usopp shifts awkwardly in front of you. “I was gonna make it a whole bunch of those weird daisies, but I think you picked the only one on the island,” he says. “I looked everywhere. Nami told me to just add some sweet peas so it at least smells really good.”

“It does,” you assure him, not bothering to bite down the grin on your face as you meet his eyes. Your heart flip-flops in your chest. “I love it, Usopp. Thank you.”

His eyes light up. “Well,” Usopp says, and he seems uncharacteristically bashful despite the giant smile on his own face, gripping the strap of his knapsack and rocking back on his heels. “I was also, like. Kinda thinking that maybe you’d wanna, y’know … check out the stars with me out on the deck later tonight, when we have time? If you want.”

“Will you tell me some stories about them?” you ask.

“Of course,” he immediately replies. “I have tons … y’know, I actually have a constellation named after me. Maybe we’ll see it.”

“Really? That’s something I’d like to see.” You step closer. “It’s a date, then?”

“It’s a …” Usopp stares at you, opening and closing his mouth for a split second. He wets his lips and coughs. “Yeah, it’s a date! I mean, I meant to say that explicitly at the beginning, but I didn’t want to pressure you in case that wasn’t what you wanted, so …”

“I’d love to go on a date with the mighty Captain Usopp,” you say.

“You would? I-I mean, cool. You won’t be disappointed.”

His usual swaggering persona returns, and you laugh, keeping your bouquet close to your chest. Your mind goes hazy with fondness.

Luffy shouts something from Merry’s figurehead, pulling the pair of you out of your little bubble and back into the real world. With one last shared smile, you reluctantly drift away from each other to go where you’re needed.

For the rest of the day, neither of you are particularly helpful. Those who are aware of the reason and its significance (Nami, Sanji, and Zoro) don’t give you or Usopp much scolding for it, though mischievous remarks are found around every corner and all throughout dinner.

You don’t mind, not at all – especially with how bright the stars are that night.

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Feverish

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🌡️ pairing: hongjoong x gn!reader 🌡️ genre: the fluffiest fluff, established relationship, sickfic 🌡️ summary: as you come down with a cold, hongjoong is right there to lift you back up again, be it with soup, song, presence, or all at once. 🌡️ wordcount: 2.4k 🌡️ warnings/tags: questionable editing, proper use of face masks, hongjoong in a kitchen making things, him being a worried and loving boyfriend ready to give you the world, producer joong, he is the medicine actually, discussion of illness and various symptoms, fever, fatigue, distancing 🌡️ a/n: love you @legohwas <3 this was why I was being all cryptic asking about mango milkshakes~ apologies if the lil piece is chaotic and if I disappear into the void ruminating it... but imagine a serenading Hongjoong ahah<333 Thank you so much everyone for likes, reblogs, comments notes, they are always appreciated, much love!

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A heavy stillness had settled in your bedroom, so palpable, in fact, that you believed if you dared to undraw the blackout curtains which were working wonders to protect you from the city’s night lights, that you would be able to see its every fibre. Perhaps there was this benefit to you being severely under - or even squashed by, the weather; for the first time in far too long you were allowing yourself to lie still, gaze at the ceiling in the semi darkness while swaddled in the sheets and throws and nearly drowning in the pillows which you had gathered from all around your apartment as soon as you had come home from class.

It had been a growing sensation. An inkling, a suspicion, and with every passing hour a sure realisation that indeed, you were catching a cold. Or whatever it could be. Either way, you had crawled home dizzy and fatigued, shuddering from what had turned out to be an alarmingly high fever, and after cautiously peeling your outdoor clothing away to change into cosy pyjamas succumbed to your body’s screams for rest. Drifting in and out of consciousness, you had no idea for how long you had been in bed until you were jolted awake by the turning of keys in the lock of the front door, and a very familiar, albeit highly concerned and timid ‘hello?’. Feeling for your phone, you squinted and fought off the tears that sprung to your eyes from the screen brightness as you attempted to read the time, the action only bringing to a state of shock: you had just spent a precious five hours doing absolutely nothing. A pang of guilt overpowered your throbbing temples; when you had more tasks than the number of heartbeats in a day, including professional, academic and domestic endeavours, having this kind of inconvenience such as an illness was simply out of the question. You cursed yourself, your immune system and the fact that there was no way to be able to schedule ailments or cancel your subscription to them altogether.

“Y/N? You missed our call- Y/N? Y/N are you okay?” you gazed off to the side to see your boyfriend peeking into the room, still in his face mask, beanie and coat, clutching a bag tightly against his chest. 

“Hi Joong… Down with…” you tried to speak, but your voice was still laden with sleep and tiredness that had finally caught up to you. Focusing on the silhouette, you peered in Hongjoong’s general direction, hoping that you looked at least somewhat alive after dozing, and snuggled deeper into the sheets.

“What?” he stepped a little closer, tilting his head ever so slightly. You managed to catch the fast narrowing of his eyes as he most definitely caught onto your state, and the droop in what likely was his adorable shy smile behind the black material. 

“Sorry… it’s just… yeah I’m down with something.” you croaked out, only to throw your face into the pillow you had been hugging, suddenly having found your strenuous staring a little more than overwhelming. 

“Wait Y/N really?” baffled, the man stumbled over his words, and looked for a space to drop the black leather bag, choosing an empty spot by the wall, right at the entrance. Stretching out again, he pinched the end of the beanie to slide it off, revealing black hair, lightly matter and dishevelled from the pressure of the garment.

Hongjoong’s eyes darted over your form while he ruffled his hair, worry growing stronger in his chest as he took note of the items strewn around the room. Your backpack was lying at the foot of your bed, laptop peeking out - it was terribly rare that you would ever come home and not organise yourself. If anything, you would be in the middle of reprimanding him for not putting slippers on and still being in his jacket; but not a peep came from you, and instead you were curled up in the foetal position, blocking out all light, all energy, a barely noticeable tramble rushing through you as you poked your head out again to answer him.

“No, I am just being lazy,” you snapped, your voice muffled by the bedsheets that you kept lifted to cover half of your face. Unusually irritated, you simply wanted to doze off and ignore your condition, hopefully wake up refreshed and be able to go about your day as if nothing happened instead of having your boyfriend subject himself to the risk of catching whatever it was.

“I think it is the universe telling you to catch a break.”

You raised an eyebrow at the statement finding it more than amusing, considering that even when Hongjoong did convince himself or management to stay with you for longer than a couple of hours, give him some time and you would find him in a random corner of the apartment, earphones in, laptop in front of him, an artist lost in his own world. Not that you ever minded, nor wanted that to change; if anything, it was unbelievably soothing, and the occasional clicks on the trackpad or keyboard always ended up becoming your rhythm and motivation as you settled down to work on your own projects. 

But you could not type away alongside him tonight, nor even uphold some banter. You desperately wanted to be snarky in return to his call for your relaxation, wanted to throw a witty comeback his way to point out his own habits, but the words remained on the tip of your tongue as you battled your fever, too tired to care about keeping a civil conversation going. But to Hongjoong, your silence spoke a thousand words; he could practically sense what you were going to say to him, and chuckled, playing with the rings on his fingers.

“I know, I know, but do as I say. And I say rest. I’ll… I’ll call the doctor to arrange an appointment…” he trailed off as he patted his pockets, eventually finding the device and beginning to search through his contacts to find someone from medical staff attached to the company. 

His eyes shot upwards once, twice, over and over again, terrified that your state could get worse at any moment or that you would get stubborn and try to power through and force yourself to work. He was distraught, anxious, even if he would eat pickled onion instead of admitting it openly, out of the desire to keep you as calm as possible. Just as he was about to call, you whispered to him:

“I am an adult-” but your phrase was cut short as he raised his hand.

“Let me take care of you? Please?” you hold a pause, waiting for your senses and your processing to catch up to your surroundings.

“...If you keep the mask on… I am not violent but I will throw hands if you get sick.”

“Alright. Gotcha. I’ll try,” and with a goofy thumbs up, he ambled out of the room, conversing over the phone, returning once to ask you about any other symptoms.

In that moment, when you finally could concentrate on his dark eyes, clouded over with distress and wrapped in a glimmer of affection, you felt nothing but safety. In those fleeting seconds, it was easy to forget your concerns about work, about assignments, about the texts that you most definitely missed. Simply with his serenity, the gestures of his hands as he continued talking about you and then the rocking on the balls of his feet as he relayed to you the doctor’s recommendations and the time of the appointment, you felt your erratic heartbeat slow down. With a satisfied hum you agreed, and shut your eyes, letting his aura envelop you. Perhaps it was for the better that he decided to visit after all. Even when he volunteered himself as the man on dinner duty, you were comfortable - you had made soup yesterday, and hopefully, the toaster was not going to catch fire. You concentrated on his soft footsteps as he moved from one part of the apartment to another; it was easy enough to trace the steps, and you imagined him going from the door where he dropped off his outerwear, to the bathroom to wash his hands, to the kitchen where he would open the fridge and muse what he could heat up.

You were adamant on him not approaching you as much as he could, resulting in Hongjoong pushing the tray with a bowl of warm soup, bread, and oddly paired with a mango milkshake that at least explained a fraction of the crashing noises and a random blast of the blender from the kitchen, every bit like a playful cat. He had the same combination of mischief and enthusiasm in his eyes that did not falter as he watched you take a few tentative spoonfuls. He appeared to glow as you thanked him for the surprise treat, and you could see his mask move to hide what undoubtedly was his precious megawatt grin. But what you could not exactly fight against, not when you could see the long day building up on Hongjoong’s shoulders, was his request to occupy the armchair on the other side of the room in a corner, saying that it was ‘necessary just in case you needed something’, so that he would automatically be on standby and within reach.

It was unusual, letting the hours trickle past like this. Instead of filling every second with something to do, or something to check, or something to plan, you were lying in bed, noticing the time and cradling it in your mind. The ticking of the clock on the wall to your right, furthest from Hongjoong was giving you the impression of grains of sand, dropping down into the palms of your hands only to roll over the palms turned hills to the particles, and continue their fall. Inadvertently, your eyes travelled to your adorable Cromer keeper, still clad in the black mask, face illuminated by the laptop screen. Though he was isolated from reality thanks to his newest pair of airpods and unbreaking focus, you could still read his body language thanks to your brain having grown less foggy after having napped and had a shot of pleasantly sweet and sour mango, the love and effort definitely adding to the flavour.

The furrowing of his brows, the way in which he scrunched his nose and you could see him squint ever so slightly as he felt your gaze rest on him and lifted his head to meet it. The barely noticeable, gentle upward jutting of the chin when Hongjoong wanted you to update him on how you were feeling. How he merely stated, after an alarm which you had not expected him to set made his phone vibrate, that it was time to measure your temperature and see if the medication worked. How as soon as you mentioned water, he did the unthinkable and abandoned his laptop on the coffee table to get you a bottle. Your Hongjoong. The artist, the innovator, the creative genius. A little clumsy at times, unsure of himself and subtly asking for you to confirm if he was doing the right things to help you. So much so, that his enthusiasm approached comical levels, and when you tried to make your grand escape outside of your quarters, he was on full alert:

“Bed rest, hello? What are you doing up? If you needed something I could-”

“Bathroom… Joong… bathroom. I am okay enough to go there.”

“OH. Oops sorry I- I- uh- yeah- ha… ha sorry… I’ll just be right… back… there yeah okay.”

You had to restrain yourself from guffawing, the dull ache in your head reminding you that you would probably need to sleep at least twelve more hours to have a laughing fit and not faint, and instead bit your bottom lip as you openly admired Hongjoong’s growing redness in the tips of his ears, and the lowering of his shoulders as an attempt to appear smaller. It was as if the fever was returning to you once again as you desperately wanted to pat your boyfriend on his head and wrap him up in your arms. Alas, you needed to get better first, for you both - captain’s orders, but it was easy when he was the best kind of medicine. His attentiveness, his patience, his resolve in staying by your side even though you had told him that you would be fine. While you were washing your face, relishing in the sensation of cool water running over your skin, you wondered when it would be appropriate to make the joke that he was currently looking like Hala-joong, and that he should wear the wide-brimmed hat you had hidden in your wardrobe.

Upon your return, nothing changed, just like he said. He was still there, still your precious Hongjoong, still immersed in what you could guess were the finishing touches for a track as he was mouthing the lyrics. You crept back into bed, only one creak alerting him of your presence, but he did not pay it no mind, only sending a wink in your direction as a form of greeting. And you thought that this was how you were going to go back into a healing slumber, until you heard the clicking of the earphones case, and the faint notes of a song, only just beginning - a soothing introduction with a semi-acoustic guitar. As it continued, Hongjoong counted the bars with one hand, and hurriedly apologised to you:

“I was meant to record the vocals but… it felt only right to finish this to the best of my ability now. And uh… stop me if your head hurts.” you rolled your eyes, a smile breaking over your features as you cuddled into the warm blankets, supporting your head so that you could watch your beloved artist and human in his element, sharing his most valuable with you.

He sang softer than usual, careful to not hurt your sensitive eardrums, but the dulcet tones were like the life essence washing over you, lifting you above the spell of illness and immersing you in a total, ethereal bliss. Of course he was going to choose a song that was on theme, on time, lyrically balanced and heartwarming. Of course Hongjoong was going to make you want to weep from the comfort that he was providing. And of course, he was going to respect your wishes and not walk closer to you, but with his voice, with his beautiful rendition of ‘Sleep Well’ by .d4vd from the custom backing track to the added tastefully melodic rap, he carried the love, the care right over to you. Lulling you into a well deserved break from turmoil, guiding you into a better tomorrow. Because how dare a virus be the one to make the love of his life feel feverish, and not him? 

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What They'll Say About Us

Big Black Car

"Well time has a way of throwing it all in your face. The past, she is haunted, the future is laced." - Gregory Alan Isakov

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Summary: you and Spencer are forced to spend more time together when you land in North Carolina and Hotch partners you up.

Warnings: mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of sexual abuse, mentions of abortion, angst, unrealistic mentions of IVF and infertility, unrealistic FBI procedures, a lil smidge of the reader getting the anxieties, let me know if I possibly missed anything else!

What They'll Say About Us (Masterlist)

You stared up at the dark ceiling while the muffled sounds of your parents fighting filled the room. This fight was inevitable considering your dad hadn't come home until midnight and your mom was already furious that he missed your dance recital.

You hadn't known they were fighting until your younger sister Ellie came into your room to see if she could sleep with you. Her soft snores next to you let you know that she wasn't about to wake up anytime soon and it made you happy. The fight was only escalating and you started to hear what you assumed was your father breaking things.

This was your final straw. No matter how horrible you felt leaving Ellie behind you knew you had to get out of there. Looking around the floor you were able to find your slippers a few feet away from your bed. Carefully peeling your blanket off of you, you carefully tip toed towards them. You slipped them on, walked carefully and unlatched the lock on your window.

It wasn't abnormal for you to sneak out when your parents fought. Spencer only lived a block away from you so whenever you needed you would just go knock on his window and talk until you were ready to go home.

When your feet hit the ground you felt instant relief wash over you. You kept your eyes down as you walked across the front yard knowing that you would see whatever events were taking place through the front window.

Once you reached Spencer's house you knocked on his window with a rhythm only you and him knew. He walked over half asleep and opened the window and you swore you had never been so grateful to climb through somebody else's window.

"Are they fighting again?" He rubbed his eyes and sat back on his bed. All you could do was nod and sit next to him basking in the silence you had been longing for.

"Why do you think people get married? Especially the ones who hate each other?" He shrugged and you could tell he was too tired to answer you by his slowly closing eyes. "I think he's cheating on my mom again." You sighed. "He missed my recital to go see whoever it is this time."

"I'm sorry Y/N" He gave you a small side hug.

"It's okay, I'm just glad I'll always have you around. Your like the only person I can depend on anymore."

"Y/N I need to tell you something." He suddenly was fully awake. "I'm moving to California at the end of the summer, I got accepted into Caltech." He held his breath and waiting for you to react.

It was too much for your twelve year old brain to process. The only person who made you feel safe and protected. The only person who was always there for you was leaving. Why had he chosen to tell you now?

"I'm sorry Spencer I should go, if my parents find out I'm over here they'll kill me." You held in your tears and rushed out of his window as fast as you could.

"Y/N!" Spencers voice disappeared behind you as you ran back home. You say under your window not ready to go back inside. You knew he would eventually leave Las Vegas and you also knew he was smart enough to get into any college he wanted to. It was bound to happen but that didn't make it hurt any less.

Needless to say that was the last night you knocked on Spencer's window that summer.

_

The plane ride to North Carolina was quiet and filled with tension. You sat next to Emily , JJ, and Garcia who had been brought along on this case but you could still feel Spencer's hateful eyes burning a hole in the back of your head.

"So I hate to be insensitive to this awkward situation but I have to ask, how was baby Spence? Like was he always just a walking fact machine or did he used to be a real boy?" Emily nudged you and JJ giggled at her question.

"No he was actually really sweet, it was kinda like having a big brother." You said with a small laugh.

"Have you ever seen him shake anyone's hand or give anyone a hug?" JJ asked. "Or has he always been a huge germaphobe?"

"Your kidding right?" You let out a loud laugh but the expressions on their faces let you know that they weren't joking. "Of course I have! He's given me plenty of hugs does he not do that anymore or something?" You were taken back.

They both shook they're head at you. It was surprising to learn how Spencer had changed throughout the years you hadn't been talking. You realized that you really didn't know him anymore.

Everyone went silent after they saw your reaction to their questions. That was until Morgan walked up "I hate to interrupt but sitting next to pretty boy is bumming me out. The guy is royally pissed off." He laughed.

You couldn't help but feel guilty, there was clearly a dynamic amongst the team and you had just messed everything up. The team probably only saw you as a face from their beloved Spencer's past that would probably quit by the end of the case. After all nobody had even cared to ask you questions about yourself only about Spencer. You felt so small and out of place that it overwhelmed you.

"I'm sorry I need to use the restroom." You excused yourself and hurried to the bathroom as fast as you could. You felt like you were a about to pass out. Your heart was beating so fast that you lungs couldn't keep up.

You splashed water over your face and reminded yourself that you needed to breathe. You knew this was a possibility when you accepted the job but you didn't know that it would be this draining. Especially on your first day of work.

"Hey umm Y/N? Hotch just wanted me to let you know that we're going to the crime scene when we land." Spencer spoke through the door.

If Hotch was making you guys team up on this case you hoped Spencer's attitude was only going to get better. But then again maybe being teamed up was exactly what the two of you needed. There were so many things you wanted to say and maybe this would force Spencer to finally listen.

_

The car ride to the crime scene wasn't as eventful as you had wished. It consisted mostly of listening to whatever random music was on the radio in order to avoid awkward conversation.

All the victims had been women in their early twenty's who had been stabbed and left in various parks that were frequently visited by families.

When you arrived to the scene you and Spencer both investigated it without speaking. You both made your own silent observations before going back to the car and looking through the files that you were given.

You wouldn't have minded staying silent but there was something in particular about the latest victim that caught your attention. "Hey Spencer were these marks found on each victims lower stomach or just this ones?" He ignored you. "Spencer if you can't handle working with me I can ask Hotch to partner me up with somebody else."

"You think I haven't already asked?" He scoffed "All he told me was that I needed to grow up and put my personal feelings aside and that your a great agent who could really support the team."

"Well maybe you should take his advice and actually act like an adult." You huffed. "I'm sorry, Spencer. Honestly I was a bitch the last time we spoke at my wedding and I shouldn't have said what I did. I just wanted your support even though you were right to not give it."

"I'm sorry too I shouldn't have walked out of your wedding. I just let my own personal feelings get in the way of your happiness." He admitted.

You nodded showing him that you accepted his apology. "Can we just start fresh cause I really miss you spencer. These past seven years have been pretty tough without you."

"I'd like that a lot" He smiled "Now what were you saying about marks on the victims?"

"Oh I noticed these incision marks on the lower stomach of the lastest victim and I was wondering if these were on any of the others." You pointed at the picture.

"Those were actually on all of the bodies why?"

"Those are IVF scars so I think we just found the commonality between all of our victims." You explained.

"Are you sure it's IVF? They could've had other health problems." He questioned.

You lifted the bottom of your long sleeve to reveal that you had the same scars on yourself. "Matt has been wanting to have a baby but for some reason I just couldn't get pregnant. Well at least I couldn't before the IVF."

Spencer looked at you with wide eyes "Are you pregnant?"

"Oh God no. Well technically I was.." you sighed hating how easy it was to fall back into your same old routine with spencer. "But I got an abortion after matt hit me during an argument and I've been taking birth control behind his back ever since. And honestly you were right getting married to him was a huge mistake and I think I'm going to file for divorce."

Spencer just sat there at a loss for words. "I'm so sorry Y/N. A moment in your life that's supposed to be that exciting shouldn't have played out that way and it's not fair. And maybe divorce is the best option at this point."

"I think it is. honestly I'm sorry that was a lot to dump on you especially when we were just talking about a murder victim." You laughed to try to make the situation less uncomfortable.

"no, no your okay." He stammered. "We should probably get back though before the team starts to worry."

You pulled out of the parking lot and drove away eager to tell the rest of the team what you had discovered. You turned the radio up to hear uptown girl by Billy Joel playing. You started dancing and singing along and all Spencer could do was admire you. You were probably the strongest person he knew and no matter what you never let any situation dull your shine. He was happy to have his best friend back.

_

"So babygirl what's up with Spencer and the new girl?" Morgan appeared behind Garcia.

"I don't know what your talking about." She responded with an innocent smile.

"Come on I know you've already digged into all her personal information to see if you could find out what her and Spencer were fighting about."

"If I tell you, you have to promise me that you won't say anything." She sighed "Her and Spencer were best friends and then one weekend when they were sixteen he went home to visit her and she was sexually assaulted by her boyfriend at the time at a party because of jealousy issues involving Spencer and Spencer was the one that picked her up after it happened and I'm guessing he blamed himself."

"that's horrible but come on that's not grounds to be that mad at her for years." Morgan scoffed.

"Well after she dropped that charges and married him six years later. That was the wedding they had their blowup fight at." Garcia continued.

"Damn."

"Damn indeed."

A/N: I'm so sorry if half of this doesn't make sense because truth be told I wrote all of this in an hour at 4 in the morning. Anyway I hope you enjoyed anyway and I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes that might have been made. I'm so amazed that so many people have taken a liking to my writing in such a short time and I'm glad I grew some balls and decided to finally post this series. See y'all in the next part and comment if you want to be part of the taglist 💗

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Blood of my Blood pt.4

Pairing-Sully family x Sully!reader

Summary- There is so much you would do for your family even at a young age but there is one thing you just couldn't do so you do the only thing you find reasonable you run.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

A/N- Low-key sad this series is ending its been one of my favs a wrote but thank you all who supported me amd this series I hope you like the ending 🫶🏼

Na'vi Translations: Sempu- Daddy, Sa'nu- mommy

You felt someone shaking you awake and finally you woke up from your first peaceful sleep in a while. You open your eyes and see Neteyam and Kiri standing over you and Tuk sitting up eating some citrus like fruit. ''Uh, hey good morning to you too.'' You say rubbing your tired eyes that threaten to close every once and a while.

''We just wanted to say thanks for taking the blame yesterday you didn't have to but you did.'' He said and you smiled, "Where's Lo'ak?" You ask about the absence of your other younger brother as you lifted yourself out of bed and into a changing area. "Still asleep " Kiri replied and you only hum in response.

Quickly, changing into a feather intricate top and a long skirt that was white and soft. Walking out Tuk squeals and tugs at your skirt and you laugh. ''Can I have a long skirt?'' She asked and you took her hand in yours. ''I'm sure I can whip you up something.'' You say and she yells in excitement.

You all walked into the communal area and at the very center sat Kamun, Jake, Neytiri, and Peyral who seemed deep in conversation. But Neteyam stopped and cursed under his breath. ''I have to get that scroll dad asked for or his gonna skin me alive.'' He said as he ran back up to the rooms. ''Shoot me and Tuk are supposed to gather herbs for trade, can you tell mom that we are doing our duties and will attend later.'' Kiri said, picking up Tuk and running into an empty healers tent.

You were dumbfounded they just did that. You shrug and sit next to Kamun and Jake "Uh they wanted me to tell you they'll join later they got some stuff to do." You tell the two a you begin peeling a star shaped fruit. Cutting the fruit someone bumped into you making the knife slice your hand, ''Fucking shit.'' You say as you drop the fruit and knife everyone watches as you leave and go into a healer's tent.

Only thing you didn't notice were the two other omaticaya na'vi following your worried expression laced their faces.

''Do you need help.'' Neytiri asked and you bit your lip.

Of course you wanted help, you wanted to crawl into their laps and talk about useless stuff, curl your head into their necks amd have them rub your back as they used to, tell stories, you wanted to melt into their warmth, the warmth you've yearned for years.

But you couldn't help but hold resentment towards your parents for what they did, how they chose something like that and expected you to be okay with it.

You shake your head yes as you wrap the cut up horribly. "Here I can help." Jake says walking towards you and you quickly grow irritated with their presence as you step back from his reaching hand. "I'm fine." You say to him tightening the bandage. "Y/N please-" Jake said and you inhale and glare daggers into his direction. "What?" You say harshly.

"Just listen to us-" Cut off again. "Why?" You ask, "Why should I listen to you?" You hiss at the two and it seemed you inherited the patience of your father as he soon grew irritated with your stubbornness. "I don't know why you are angry at us." He said and you laughed, your laughter was full of bitterness. "You don't know, that's rich." You say rubbing your eyes. "Hey you're the one who left, remember." He said and you look at him and clench your fist the anger that began bubbling from the start was now boiling as you stared at your father.

"Yeah the one who left," you retaliate stepping closer to him. "You two had my entire life planned out for me. Didn't give me a chance." Your voice breaks as your eyes fill to the brim with tears, but you refused to let them fall, to let them see you break. "Didn't give me a chance." Your voice was barely above a whisper. "Didn't even give me a choice." You say looking at them.

Neytiri felt shameful she knew the arrangement was wrong all those years ago but she didn't wanna risk war so she risked her daughters happiness, how ashamed she felt was nothing in comparison to how Jake felt and what you are about to say smaked the realization into his face.

"I was just a kid."

Walking out of the room and not turning back. Jake's face had a few tears that seemed to slip past his eye and he looked at his mate who shared the same expression, pain mixed with a little sadness but most of all shame.

You didn't attend any activities for the day and stayed in your room at dinner time. Peyral allowed this as she saw how angered you looked when you stormed away from Jake and Neytiri earlier that day. Tuk kept asking where you were and the others were worried as well, did they do something wrong?

They all had questions that ran throughout their minds and their shoulders hung low as they walked to their rooms.

Neytiri and Jake sat on their shared cot and all they could think about was the pained look that painted tour features only hours ago and Jake couldn't handle it anymore. "Let's go talk to her." He said and Neytiri's ears perked up as she stood up and was the first out of the room.

They stood in front of your room and heard low humming. It was a lullaby Neytiri used to sing to you.

Allowing themselves into the room they see you fixing up your bow and sharpening a few weapons. "You still remember it." Neytiri said making her voice known only to make you jump since it is in the middle of the night after all. Sitting down the freshly sharpened blade down you inhaled sharply.

"Of course I still remember I always forced you to sing it to me." You say getting up now staring at the two. "Is there something you wish to say?" You ask directly.

Silence.

A pinecone falls.

Silence.

Eye contact mever faltered.

Silence.

An animal screeches.

Silence.

"We're sorry."

Those two words penetrated the walls that you securely put up and threatened to crumble down.

"We're so sorry." Jake said, stepping closer to you as you only look at the ground in disbelief. "We were wrong, I see that now." He says bringing a hand to your face and your widened eyes stare up at him.

"I see you daughter."

You smile as tears pooled to your eyes and slipped out from under your lashes, throwing yourself into his arms. "I missed you sempu." You say and his heart that had been shattered from the fear of rejection pieced back together as he hugged you back. Pulling from the hug you look at her and she has a smile. "Sa'nu.." you say and all she did was embrace you with her warmth, that warmth you've yearned for you finally got it back.

Your relationship improved with your parents as did the relationship between your siblings, it was clear to any passing Na'vi.

You finally had your family back.

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[on-my-vigilante-sht]

Capitol Punishment XIII

Haymitch x Reader

Summary: The Capitol continues to torture it’s victors no matter how long ago they won through punishment, exploitation, and worst of all; their relationships.

A story in which Haymitch’s lover is a plaything for the Capitol.

Warnings: Canon level violence, rape, alcohol, murder, systemic poverty, exploitation, rebellion (?), more reliance on movie than book, suicidal thoughts, swearing, illness, pregnancy, miscarriage, torture, sexual torture, medical stuff

Word Count: 3.7K

Part XII | Masterlist | Part XIV

A/N There will be medical stuff explained. I’m not a doctor so just pretend it makes sense

You felt like you had woken up in a strange environment 20 times in the last day and a half and you hoped this would be the last time you woke up like this.

As your eyes peeled open you were greeted with a harsh hospital light. You could feel someone holding your hand at your side. Turning your head you found Haymitch clasping your hand, head resting on the bed as he dozed off. You felt a smile tug at your lips seeing him so peaceful. You tried to reach over to stroke his hair with your free hand but whatever the doctors had done to you wouldn’t allow that as your abdomen cramped.

You returned to your previous position flat on your back with a hiss, stirring Haymitch. Which was impressive considering how deeply he used to sleep even when it wasn’t due him blacking out. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” he asked frantically, eyes moving around erratically searching for the cause of your pain.

“I’m fine,” you tried to calm him down. “Just a little sore from the surgery. Do you know what they did?”

“Just that they had to fix some internal bleeding. They said the doctor would be in to update us when you woke up,” he explained. He brushed some fingers through your hair. “God I’m so glad you’re okay. I know I’ll never be able to fix or make you forget what they did to you but I promise I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

“Haymitch,” you scolded slightly, “it’s not your fault. I never once blamed you for this.” You lifted your hand to stroke down the side of his face. “I love you and I know you’d never put me in danger on purpose.”

“I never should’ve let you out of my sight,” he continued anyways. “Especially when I knew what was coming.”

Before you could protest once again the doctor came in. “Mrs. Abernathy,” he interrupted. “Glad to see you’re awake.”

“Uh- yeah,” you agreed, pulling away slightly from your husband. “What happened?”

The doctor paused for a second, struggling with saying what he needed to say in a delicate way. “Well, um, your injuries were due to, what we believe to be, repetitive, violent rape and a not properly cared for miscarriage. We stitched up the source of the bleeding internally and those stitches will degrade safely within the body over time so no need to get them removed. And while the Capitol did remove the decaying cells from your miscarriage to prevent you from going into sepsis, your uterus and other vaginal structures were mostly scar tissue. I’m sorry to say that you’ll never be able to carry a pregnancy again.”

You were horrified. Horrified remembering everything you’ve faced, not just in the Capitol after the Quarter Quell but also for the years of abuse that you hadn’t realized was killing your body in more ways than you thought. You were also disappointed remembering the miscarriage you had and the news that you’d never be able to give Haymitch a family. And yet also strangely relieved?

You faintly heard him dismiss the doctor before facing you again. “Hey, Y/N? It’s okay. I know you wanted to have a baby but-” With his words you let the tears fall, sobs wracking your body.

It took you a second to be able to speak but when you could you said, “No, it’s not that. Of course I wanted to have our baby and I know it’s fucked up to say this but I’m relieved. I wasn’t able to admit it to myself until now but I couldn’t possibly have a baby in this fucked up world. Especially as we’re fighting a war that we could very well die in. Haymitch, I love you, and I would’ve loved our baby so much but I’m glad I don’t have to worry about it anymore. I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same way.”

Haymitch paused, stunned. He never knew you felt that way about your pregnancy. “Don’t worry. I’m relieved too.”

Your heart melted knowing that this man would do whatever and be whatever to make you happy. Since you still couldn’t really move, you tugged his collar, urging him to kiss you. He complied, leaning up to press his lips to yours in a deep kiss full of all of each others’ love. Your first kiss since the arena.

When Haymitch pulled away to breathe all he wanted was to crawl into bed and hold you tightly to his side like he had after your games. But the Capitol beds were much larger and you were more fragile than he had ever seen you so he opted instead to sit back down, clasping your hand once again.

A couple hours later you and Haymitch had both dozed off in the relative silence of the hospital wing of District 13. You were both startled awake by Johanna slamming the door open. “Ah, I see you two lovebirds are reunited in your perfect fucking bubble,” she sneered with a false smile.

“Ah, Johanna, nice to see you survived the games and the Capitol,” Haymitch groaned.

“Haymitch,” you scolded, rubbing your eyes. “Can you give us a second?” you asked him. He pursed his lips, reluctant to leave you again but agreed anyways, sending a look to Johanna as he exited the room. “How are you?”

She scoffed, fiddling with the IV bag she wheeled in. “How do you think?”

“Well considering you’re allowed to walk and you managed to give those doctors hell when we got back, I’m guessing not too bad.”

She chuckled at that. “All I want to do it carve the hearts out of Snow and all those Capitol bastards,” she growled. “I’m sure you feel the same. We could all hear everything as Snow let those guys-”

“Johanna,” you cut her off, not wanting to relive it.

“Sorry,” she said realizing your discomfort. “They tried to do it to me too. Again. I refused, nearly killed a guard in the process. Why didn’t you fight back while we were there? Not like they could’ve hurt you any worse.”

“When I first woke up there I had no clue where Haymitch was. No idea if he was in danger or not. Also I watched you and Peeta get dropped in your cells half dead every day. I figured *that was a better alternative to what you were going through.”

Johanna shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess it’s just us picking our poisons.”

“Have you seen Katniss? Or Annie? Or even Peeta?”

She looked surprised. “You haven’t heard?” Confused you shook your head no. “The Capitol fucked with Peeta’s brain. He’s basically terrified of Katniss and is trying to murder her. Anything about her sets him off.”

Your eyes widened. “What? They brainwashed him? Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

She shrugged. “I’ve been trying to see you since they finished all their stupid little tests. You haven’t been awake in almost a day.”

Your eyes fluttered in astonishment as you realized that you had missed out on so much information. “Okay, where’s Katniss?”

“Recovering. Peeta was about to choke her to death before Haymitch and a few other guys got him off her.”

“And Annie? Finnick?”

Johanna shrugged once again. “She and Finnick are off somewhere. She’s fine. She was hardly touched while were were in the Capitol.”

“Good,” you breathed. Annie was the only one you hadn’t been able to see since three sides of your cage had been metal. You sometimes heard her screams but they were rare and as far as you could tell the guards hardly ever went into her cell.

Johanna scoffed. “She got nothing while Peeta and I were electrocuted and beaten half to death every day.”

“Johanna,” you scolded. “It’s not her fault. Besides she’s been through enough.”

“We’ve all been through enough. You, me, Haymitch, Finnick? We all got the worst of it after our games. Katniss got out her games scot-free and so did Peeta except now he’s paying for Katniss’-”

Her words were interrupted by Katniss as she closed the door behind her. You were shocked, you hadn’t even heard her come in. “You’re alive,” was all she said. You weren’t sure it was directed towards you or Johanna.

“So are you,” she answered, exiting the room.

It was Katniss’ turn to sit at your bedside, Haymitch following after. Her throat was badly bruised and her eyes looked bloodshot. From Peeta you realized. “Katniss,” you said softly, observing the haunted look in her eyes.

“Am I the reason you and the others got captured?” she asked, looking at both you and Haymitch.

“No,” you interrupted quickly. “Us getting captured was no one’s fault. All this shit isn’t your fault, you were just trying to save Prim.”

She opened her mouth to protest by Haymitch interrupted her. “Y/N, Coin wants you to talk to Peeta.”

“Who’s Coin?” you asked.

“Oh, right. There’s a lot to catch you up on. She’s the President of 13. And since Peeta’s mind has been altered, we’re hoping your face will offer some comfort since you were in the Capitol together.”

“Okay,” you agreed, eager to help the boy too good for this world. You tried to push yourself up only for Haymitch to rush to your side, pushing you down again.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he insisted. “You’re not cleared to walk yet. Let me find a wheelchair.”

“Haymitch,” you whined, “that’s humiliating.”

“Do you want me to carry you?”

“No, because that’ll be humiliating for the both of us when you drop me,” you joked. He gave you a sour look. “Fine,” you conceded.

Haymitch left, leaving you with Katniss once again. “District 12 is gone. The Capitol bombed it after the arena went out. I just thought you should know.”

You felt your expression physically drop. Everything you had ever known was just gone? The place you grew up, as shitty as it was? The people who had tried to help you when you lost everything? Your home with Haymitch? The place you had married yourselves? Just gone. You didn’t know what to say and neither did Katniss but your processing was interrupted by Haymitch’s return. “Is District 12 gone?” you blurted out, hoping Katniss was wrong.

He stopped dead in his tracks before sighing, nodding his head. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” he tried to comfort, coming back to your side. “Do you want me to tell Coin you’re not up to talking to Peeta?”

“No,” you answered quickly. “I’m fine. I can do this.” You felt so helpless now that your home was gone, you wanted to help someone. So you reluctantly let Haymitch wheel you towards what looked like a garage door. From there a medical assistant took you around the corner to a normal door and wheeled you into the brightest and whitest room you had ever seen. Strapped down to the bed was Peeta who looked at you with broken eyes. You nearly let out a sob realizing how frail and tormented he looked. “Peeta,” you said softly.

“Y/N,” he replied in the same manner.

“How are you feeling?” you asked.

“Where are we?” he dismissed your question. “This isn’t the Capitol.”

“We’re in District 13. Turns out it’s still a real place. We were rescued.”

“My family hasn’t come to see me.”

You felt a tear prick your eye as you remembered how poorly his family treated him in the first place. After he won the games and gave them more money they could possibly hope for they still refused to move into the home he won for them in Victor’s Village. “I’m sure we can-” you turned to find the assistant to ask them to bring his family but one shake of the head from him and you knew Peeta’s family hadn’t survived the bombing. “I’m so sorry, Peeta,” you cried, trying to take his hand gently. But he pulled his fingers just out of reach.

“There was an attack on 12,” he recalled. His empty, haunted expression slowly morphed into anger. “It’s Katniss. It’s because of Katniss.”

“It wasn’t because of her,” you insisted.

“Did she tell you to say that?”

“She didn’t tell me to say anything.”

“She’s a liar, Y/N,” he insisted. “It’s a trick.”

“What you’re saying isn’t real.”

A look of realization dawned over his face. “She sent you in here to talk to me. She and Haymitch.”

“No,” you began.

“Liar!” he suddenly yelled. “They’re liars! They left us in there!” You could faintly hear Haymitch’s yell to pull you out as the assistant began dragging you out of the room. You watched in horror as Peeta thrashed around on the bed screaming that Haymitch had abandoned you in the arena.

~

After another day you were cleared to try walking again. Before, rather than having a catheter placed (thank god), Haymitch would just carry you to the bathroom. An easier feat now that you barely weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet. And as much as you appreciated it it was also infantilizing having to be carried to and from the bathroom by your husband.

As you swung your legs over the side of the bed you suddenly became afraid. You had been so eager to be able to walk again, wanting to regain some independence but now you were afraid to fail.

You glanced up at Haymitch who was nervously watching you. He had been reluctant when the doctor said you could try walking again, saying it was too early but you had a suspicion that he liked that you were so dependent on him for once. But you were itching for some self-worth so you slid off the bed, making hesitant contact with the floor. Once you began placing your weight on your legs you felt them shake slightly but nothing you couldn’t handle. Haymitch, however, was immediately at your side, taking our arm to hold your weight.

“Haymitch, I’m fine,” you insisted.

“I know but if you fall and tear your stitches-”

“I’m *fine,”  you insisted, a sense of finality in your voice.

“Okay,” he agreed, raising his free hand in surrender. He slowly released your other hand, allowing you to settle your weight on your legs. You felt a full ache in your hips and lower torso due to inactivity and the surgery but carried on nonetheless.

After a couple minutes of walking the shaking had gone away as your body quickly recovered it’s previous strength. “See?” you said smugly to your husband and your stride became more normal.

“You know we’re on the same team, right?”

“I still win,” you replied.

~

Unfortunately as soon as you were well enough to walk around they started forcing you into therapy.

“So, Y/N, how are you?” the therapist, Conrad, asked you, a gentle smile on his face.

“I’m fine,” you answered shortly. You knew he was just doing his job but you didn’t need therapy. You’ve been going through the same shit over and over again for the better part of a decade and were doing fine.

“Y/N, I understand you’ve just been freed from the prison Snow put you in long before he literally put you in a cell but you should still talk about it.” You didn’t say anything, just stared at him. “The Capitol also tried other, psychological torture. Starvation, sleep deprivation, that’s all in your file but I can tell they cut off your hair too.” You felt the urge to reach for your choppy hair but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. “Out of all the things they could do to you why do you think they chose to go after your hair?” You still refused to speak. “Y/N I can’t count this session or even end it if you don’t say anything.”

“So you’re bargaining for my compliance?” you challenged. “Just like they did with food and sleep?”

“No, I-”

“You wanna know about my hair? The Capitol guys didn’t like fucking a bag of bones that couldn’t stay awake long enough for them to make me beg them to stop as they hurt me. So they decided to continue to punish me by cutting off my hair while still keeping it long enough to keep me pretty.”

“Y/N, this is a safe space-”

“Why do you keep saying my name?” you yelled.

“To remind you that you’re human. You have worth and an identity. You’re not just your body.”

You rolled your eyes. “Trust me, I haven’t lost any self worth. I may have complied to survive and keep Haymitch alive but don’t think I let them turn me into a mindless slave.”

“Haymitch,” Conrad said, jotting a note. “Tell me about your relationship.”

“Why do we need to discuss him?”

“Because he seems to be the only thing you care about.”

“I care about other things,” you said defensively.

“But he’s the first you’ve mentioned by name that I didn’t bring up first. So tell me, what’s your relationship like in your most difficult times?”

“You wanna know what he’s like in the worst moments of my life? He was there for me. Do you think I’d be with him this long if he was an asshole?”

“Well he did mentor you and he was the only person in 12 who could possibly relate to you at the time.” You rolled your eyes, getting angry. “I think you should try to find an identity outside of your relationship.”

“I’m done. Tell the doctors to either get me a new therapist or stop sessions entirely. I’m not talking to someone who badmouths my husband.” And with that, you stormed out, heading to your and Haymitch’s dorm.

Haymitch had had his own dorm but since you were married they allowed you to have a two bunk dorm. You both had insisted that you wouldn’t need another bunk but they moved you anyways so the other bunk was just another seating area.

As you entered you found Haymitch sitting up on the bunk, reading. “Hey, how was-” But you ignored him, just climbing onto the bed, cuddling into his chest. He hummed, realizing what must’ve happened. “Hmm, that good huh?” he asked sarcastically.

~

You hadn’t been allowed to do much besides meet with Conrad. They had refused to get you a different counselor so you refused to be cooperative no matter how long he held you in his office.

The doctors also checked up on you frequently as rumors of invading the Capitol spread through 13. Katniss had gone out a couple times on “missions.” One of which was in 2 where she was shot. Fortunately Cinna had the foresight to make her suit one fit for combat so she was fine aside from a few bruised ribs.

When you went to visit her it was just after Johanna had. “You ever had the wind knocked out of you like that?” you asked with a chuckle.

“Never,” she admitted. “Everyone saw me just collapse like a dead body,” she groaned, covering her face.

“Well yes but everyone is eating up the ‘The Mockingjay survived a bullet’ thing.”

“You should’ve been the Mockingjay, or Johanna. Neither of you would’ve fallen.”

“Well I can believe that for Johanna but trust me, I’m not superhuman. Besides, men aren’t threatened by you once they’ve seen you naked,” you admitted.

Katniss hummed for a second, basking in the haunted look in your eye. “Well I think Haymitch is still pretty intimidated by Johanna.”

You laughed at the memory in the elevator. “Yeah well Johanna’s a little different.” You took a breath. “All those men who tried to destroy me… I just wanna put a knife through each and every one of their throats. I never let myself be angry at them because it would make the situation so much more unbearable but now… all I can picture is the life leaving them.”

“So why don’t you? You’re not the Mockingjay. Go to the Capitol with the others.”

“I’m not cleared to fight. Too many injuries. Besides Haymitch would insist of coming and he’s still getting used to being sober. He couldn’t fight.”

“I couldn’t bring Peeta out there either,” she admitted.

~

You stood at the edge of the dance floor, admiring Finnick and Annie’s first dance as a married couple. You were happy for them, they had been through so much it was nice to see them get their happy ending.

As the bridesmaids and groomsmen were called to the floor you reluctantly let Haymitch pull you to the dance floor along with Finnick, Annie, Katniss, Gale, and a few others. “So, you ever think about having a big wedding like this?” Haymitch asked you.

You gave him a look. “Getting married with a bunch of strangers in a bunker in the middle of a war? I much prefer our little elopement.”

Haymitch smiled. “Me too,” he said sweetly. “At least our wedding had booze.”

~

A/N sorry if the tone felt rushed. It’s hard to write about Mockingjay because it’s the most complicated book/movie and it focuses so heavily on Katniss and the things only Katniss can do so filling in the gaps is difficult

Part XII | Masterlist | Part XIV

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[pynkgothicka]

Ｅａｔ Ｉｔ Ｕｐ ＰＪＭ

Synopsis - You willingly agree to help watch over your friend's house while she's gone (Part 4 of the Monster Series.)

Pairing - Yandere! Dark! Alien! Park Jimin x AFAB! Reader

Featuring - Rina Sawayama

Tags and Warnings - Death, Stalking, Non-Con touching but nothing explicit he's just touching her

Authors Note - This is the first challenge I've done where I'm actually gonna complete it lol

“Hey, how would you like to make some extra bucks.” You stood in your kitchen, phone on speaker. Your friend, Rina called you, and being your literal best friend of course you'd hear her out.

“Hmm? What's up?”

“I have to out on a trip, fashion week in Paris actually. And I kind of need someone to watch my house.” Rina states, being heard to take a bite of some chips. “And I need you here by tomorrow. Late notice I know.”

You let out a sigh. “Uhhh I don't know, I'd have to pack tonight and then move some money around.” You poured yourself a bowl of cereal. Rina could be hear giggling on the other end.

“Just bring yourself and some clothes. You can eat my food and if you run out they'll be some cash to get more. Listen I'm just desperate, I really need someone to stay for a few weeks.” Your friend pleaded. You chuckle before speaking.

“Okay Okay! I'll come tomorrow morning.” You say taking a bite of the fruit loops you poured for yourself. “What time you need me.”

“6.”

“I'll be there.”

🛸

You had a duffle bag full of clothes as you got dropped off in front of the desolate white home. Rina was pretty well off, her home being two story with a nice balcony. You rung the door bell, Rina opening the door quickly. “I told you I'd be here.”

“Your here early, literally it's 5:30.” She said laughing. She pulled you in for a hug and allowed you to walk in. The house was very uncharacteristically quiet. She usually has music playing for ambiance or a television on. But there was nothing.

But you let it go for now.

“Okay, so you can sleep in my room. And on my bed is around 1000 bucks.” Your eyes widen as you follow her up the stairs.

“God, how much money do you think I spend!” You say laughing as she opened the door. Her bed was huge and comfortable.

“I want you to ball out girl!” She says before lowering her voice and sitting down on the bed. “You know I'll miss you …”

“I'll still be here, besides you're coming back.” You say laughing. Rina looks at you and giving you a small smile. She nods her head before getting up with a shallow sigh. She quickly came up to you hugging you tight, which you reciprocate hugging her back. You followed her back downstairs as she got in her car and left without another word.

Well it's not like you had anything else better to do.

Might as well clean up and unpack.

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You'd been in the house for two days and things were off. The general ambiance wasn't a comfort more so a burden.

Rina didn't return any of your calls.

But you let it pass.

You played Lauryn Hill, as you got ready for bed. You brushed your teeth, and slipped on your night gown. You climbed into bed and pulled the soft blankets. Often noises echoed in the empty home but it was something you could let go.

However you couldn't let this one go.

The floorboard next to the bed creaked.

The sound made your head turn. But nothing was there. So you tried to fall back asleep, turning away from the noise. But then the bed dips.

It's faint but there.

“The way your chest rises when you sleep… it's beautiful.”

The voice is airy, and you can feel a hand peel back the blankets. You try to bite your lip to keep quiet but find it harder and harder. The hand then touches your shoulder, and it's texture is other worldly. It's almost too smooth. And it begins to rub circles on your shoulder, as it that would calm you. “Your heart rate is rising, I think we both know that I'm here. And we both know your awake.”

You stay silent, tears beginning to pour down your face silently as you sniffle.

“Are you scared, wondering how I got in here?” The man snickers as he runs his hand down your back. They trained along your spine, making you shiver and tremble.

“I ask that like your going to respond. How stupid of me, I'm sorry I'm still picking up on humans finicky behavior.” The voice says adding a bit of an laugh towards the end. The laughing stops and finally with a sigh the hand is removed and the thing gets up. “You'll see me soon, don't worry.”

Then it leaves.

Almost as soon as it leaves you sit up and began to pant. You couldn't take it anymore.

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Finally the next day you have enough of trying to call Rina. You're about to leave and just say fuck it. No money is worth what you experienced.

Almost as if you summoned her Rina called. You pick up the phone and she quickly interjects. “Hey where you going?” She says almost too causally.

“How do you know I'm leaving?” You almost snap at her.

“I'm… watching you through my cameras.” She says after almost seeking and just landing on a explanation.

“I'm fucking leaving, you've been ignoring me and someone broke in last night. They touched me and everything.” You said over the phone continuing to stuff your bag with your things. Rina gasped over the phone. You couldn't tell if it was to mock you or not.

“But you can't go, someone, most importantly you need to watch over the house. Are you telling me your quitting when things get hard?” Rina goads you.

“That's different than this. Why can't you seem to understand. Someone. Touched me. And spoke to me, something is in this house.” You spoke into the phone grabbing your packed bag. Rina let out a quiet gasp and then a choke. She began to cry on the phone.

“Please, don't go. I need you… Please you don't understand.”

“Rina, what don't I understand? Just tell me what is up.”

“Listen… I screwed up. I-” You can were listening to Rina, but she became interrupted by a loud splattering on the other side of the phone.

“R-Rina?” You ask as the signal cuts out. You take that as a sign to leave. You grab your bag and run for the front but it refuses to budge. “Fuck!” You tell trying to ram it open but you collapse. You fall to the ground and begin to cry and sob.

“Broken aren't we?”

You look up at the voice and out a shakey gasp. It's a man, or it mimics one. But his skin tone is noticably pink and smooth. His eyes are pools of black.

“W-What even are you…” You ask looking at him.

“I'm something you can barely understand, but that's okay. All that matters is that your here. Here with me.” The man sits down and places his hands on the side of your face. He slowly makes you look at him, his eyes sparkling. “You're special, your going to change my life.”

“W-What are you even talking about…” You say looking at him. His skin is inhumanely smooth, his thumbs brushing against your chin. He looked you up and down and smiled, and his smile grows as he laughs. “What's so funny.”

“Your my new mate. You're going to save my people, my planet!” He said looking at you and putting his hands down.

“N-No. Fuck no.”

“Oh you just don't know. Rina lured you here, her house. This house is a trap. Just so you can get with me. But don't worry about that. She's dead.” He said laughing, rubbing your shoulders fondly. You stared at him, in shock. All the information he unloaded on you and just continued to unload on you broke you.

Looking at everywhere but what's in front of you, your mind was a mess. But the man seemingly realized that and just snickered. He then took out a device from the baggy clothes he wore, It was metallic and he put it to the side of your head.

“I don't want you scared of me out entire relationship, so I just have to do some reprogramming…” The device then turned out and you could feel a needle drag across your skin, almost breaking it. “This won't hurt a bit.”

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[forever-rogue]

Hey I was thinking maybe a request. Where Eddie survived but is self conscious about his wounds. Takes the reader sometime to convince Eddie that she doesn't see him differently.

AN | Set in the world in which Eddie is alive because he is! Or else! Anyways, this is soft, soft, soft, and broke and fixed my heart at the same time 🥰

Warnings | Language, Non-graphic description of scarring

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.9k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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Your back was killing you from sitting in the uncomfortable, stiff hospital chair for hours on end, hunched over as you read your book. You could have left, probably should have left, but you found yourself unable and unwilling. The rhythmic and continuous beeping of the various monitors that he was hooked up to were slowly lulling you to sleep but you refused to give in to them. You knew the moment you fell asleep was the moment he would wake up. You wanted to be there when he did, present and alert. 

Peeling your eyes from your book, you found him still in his deep slumber, his hair even curlier and messier than normal, skin pale and covered in various bandages. His lips were chapped and parted slightly as his chest rose and fell in a steady pattern. But he was here; he was here and alive and that was all that mattered right now. An idea suddenly struck - one that would hopefully keep you awake and maybe he’d hear it too. You turned back to the weathered and well worn pages of your copy of The Fellowship of the Ring, quietly reading the passage you had stopped on: 

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

You were about to continue when you heard a soft sound coming from next to you before something brushed against your leg. You had been so invested in the pages that the touch caught you off guard and you almost jumped out of your chair, quietly squealing in surprise. It was the sound of his soft, weak laughter that brought you back into reality as you found that familiar pair of soft brown eyes watched you intently. He was awake.

“The Riddle of Strider,” his voice was hoarse and scratchy but distinctively him, “haven’t read that in a while. I guess it’s fitting since we made it through Mordor.”

“Eddie,” his name fell from your lips, soft and delicate, and before you could help it, tears had welled up and run down your cheeks, “y-you’re awake.”

“But at what cost?” despite the pain you were sure he was in, he still managed to make a joke. You laughed lightly before dropping to your knees at his side, brushing a few errant, rogue curls out of his face, “hi.”

“Hi,” you echoed, gently taking his hand in yours, “never thought I would be so happy to see you, Munson.”

“Mhmm,” you could tell that he was still tired, still worn and run down but fuck. At least he was okay, “what happened? I’m here…I thought I…I thought I was gonna die.”

“You really think we would let that happen?” you whispered, trying to keep the horrible images of when you were sure that he was going to die in your arms out of your mind, “never.”

“She saved you,” you turned around and found Dustin standing in the doorway, along with Steve and Robin. Before Dustin could stop himself he ran over and gave Eddie the best hug he could without hurting him, “you wouldn’t be here without her.”

“You saved me huh?” his tired grin was stretching across his face as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, “I guess I owe you a life-debt.”

“You really think I was going to let a horde of demobats get you?” you teased, “if you’re going down by anyone’s hand, it’s going to be mine. You dumb, foolish, brave man.”

“Dumb and foolish yes,” he said, causing Robin and Steve to laugh quietly, “I don’t know about brave.”

“I - we do,” you insisted, “you, Eddie Munson, are a hero. And now everyone knows that too.”

“A hero, huh?”

“Don’t let it get to your head, Munson,” Steve reached down and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, “don’t want you getting too cocky.”

“Me? Never,” you snorted at him as he weakly stuck out his tongue, “what a warm welcome. Glad I came back for this.”

“I’m going to go and let them know you’re awake,” you stood up and yawned, “be back in a few.”

Once you were out of the room, Robin took the seat you had been occupying and gave him a serious look. She was glad that her new found friend was alive and well, and even more concerned about the fact that her friends continued to be seemingly oblivious, “she’s been here the entire time you have, you know. She barely even left to go shower or eat. She’s read you about a thousand books. She wanted to be here right when you woke up.”

“I…that sounds like her,” he agreed, a warm flush rising up on his pale skin, “she does too much for me. I owe her everything.”

“You really do,” Dustin agreed, shooting a wink at Robin, “maybe sometimes all it takes is a near death experience to see how things really are. Like the fact that you’re in l-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you walked back in with a nurse, chatting animatedly and looking better than you had in weeks. You caught Eddie’s eye and gave him a small wink as the nurse chittered over him, immediately asking him a million questions as she made some notes on her clipboard. Normally he might have been bothered by all the attention, but right now it all felt…right.

“We’ll leave you guys to it,” Steve pointedly looked at Robin and Dustin as they siddled over to him, “we’ll call Wayne. Maybe see you tonight at the Wheelers’?”

“We’ll see,” you promised, “depending on when he can leave and how he’s feeling. Thank you guys.”

You gave them each a hug, something that had come to have so much more meaning and power than you’d ever thought they would. Something that you could be deprived of in an instant, something you vowed to never take for granted again. You couldn’t wait to give him one again, one that would hopefully tell him all he ever needed to know.

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“Eds! I’m here!” you let yourself in his trailer with the key you’d had for years, arms filled with a few grocery bags of snacks and treats you knew he loved. You set everything down in the kitchen, frowning when you didn’t hear a response, “Eddie?”

“Bathroom,” you heard him call out softly. A wave of relief washed over you when you realized he was okay, but his tone suggested otherwise. You padded silently down the hall and stopped in front of the door before gently rapping your knuckles against it.

“Eds,” you kept your voice gentle, not wanting to scare him despite your knocking. He’d been more sensitive and easily overwhelmed the past few weeks since he’d been out of the hospital - not that you could blame him in the slightest over that, “I brought some snacks and rented a few movies. Maybe we just have a movie marathon today. Or we can do whatever you want - maybe go for a walk or go to the lake?”

He remained silent for a few moments, but you could hear him moving around in there. You tried to hold back your sigh, but doing so only made your eyes sting with tears. You knew he was hurting, but nothing you did seemed to make it better. You just wanted to make it all better for him; if you could have taken the burden from him you would have in a heartbeat, “Eddie…”

“Can you please just go?” the fact that his voice shook with each word caused you to exhale sharply. You wanted to just barge in there and wrap him up in your arms but you knew that would just make things worse right now, “please. I-I’m sorry.”

“Okay,” you whispered as you put your palm lightly against the door, wishing he could feel your touch, “okay, Eds. Whatever you need. I’ll put away the food and go. Please call me if you need anything. We’re having game night later, at the Byers’ this time. If you want to come over…or I can give you a ride. Just…call me if you need anything. Please, Eddie.”

You heard his shuffling and pacing stop before he sighed lightly. It was a few seconds before you heard him quickly murmur a gentle, “okay.”

You let a few beats of silence pass between the two of you before walking back down the small hallway and into the kitchen. You slowly put everything away and left the movies on the counter where he would easily find them. It was with a heavy heart  that you walked out and locked the door behind you. Part of you wanted to go back in there and refuse to leave, but you knew he just needed time. He knew you were always there for him, just as he had always been for you. Right now it just felt all wrong - terrible - and you wanted your Eddie back.

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The phone in your room rang, the sound shrill and loud in the stillness of the night. You almost jumped at the sound, opening your eyes in surprise before you turned on your bedside lamp. It was almost three in the morning according to the bright red numbers displayed on the alarm clock - who on earth would be calling at this time?

Oh. You blinked away the bleariness in your eyes before grabbing the handset and pressing it closely to your ear, “hello?”

“H-hi,” the fact that it was his voice on the other end of the line made you feel a million times better and you let out a small sigh of relief, “I’m sorry for calling so late. Fuck, I shouldn’t have woken you up.”

“You are the only person I will allow to wake me up,” you promised softly, “is everything okay, Eds?”

“Can you come over?” his voice was low and quiet, “please? I…I-”

“I’ll be there in fifteen,” you were already crawling out of bed in search of your converse, deciding to forgo getting dressed. Eddie had seen you a million different ways over the years, he could handle you in ratty old pajama bottoms and one of his shirts you’d stolen at some point, “okay? Just hang tight.”

“Thank you.”

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By the time you were at Eddie’s and letting yourself inside, it had been just about ten minutes since he’d called. You’d sneaked out of the house quickly and probably broke more than a few speed limits. But none of that mattered right now, only he did.

“Eddie?” you called softly as you walked towards his bedroom, where you could see some soft light spilling out of the slightly cracked door. You knocked softly before stepping inside, “Eddie?”

“‘s okay,” he promised as the door opened and you found himself standing in front of you. This was the first time you’d properly seen him in weeks. It took every bit of strength not to tackle him in a giant hug, “thank you for coming.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” you hesitantly reached over, wanting to see if he’d allow you to touch him. When he didn’t flinch out of your touch, you put your hand on his face and gently brushed your thumb over his cheek, “what’s wrong, Eds?”

“I just…” he broke down in tears before he could even get a full sentence out, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his body. You were surprised at the reaction, the sudden shift in his temperament but gently hugged him back, letting him take what he needed, “I feel so broken.”

“Eddie,” you whispered his name and pulled back so you could look at him. You cradled his face in your hands and tenderly wiped away his tears, “you are not broken. So far from it. What you went through what we all did in varying degrees was a lot. Honestly, I’d be more surprised if you said you felt completely fine. I don’t think any of us are fine right now, but we’ve got each other and we’ll get better in time. You have me - us, all of us, Henderson, Harrington, Robin, the Wheelers, the Byers, the Sinclairs, the Hoppers. All of us are probably way more fucked up anyone should be, but at least we’re fucked up together.”

He made a small sound, something adjacent to a laugh as he lightly nodded. You leaned in and pressed your forehead against his, trying to get to him to understand just how deeply loved and cared for he was, “I haven’t been able to sleep well, eat, and I…I can’t stand to look at myself anymore.”

“Well, I can try to help however I can, even if it’s just being here while you take a nap. I’ll keep you safe, Eddie. I’ll always protect you,” you whispered, “just tell me what you need and I will do it.”

“I keep thinking about that night,” he sighed, “how they tore up my skin and…I know eventually it’ll be better, but my body…I look like a freak. More than I normally do.”

“Eddie,” you took a step back and squeezed his hand, your heart feeling like it had been torn into pieces at his words, “you are beautiful, so beautiful, just as you always have been. You have always been my favorite thing in this world to look at. Then, now, and always.  Scars don’t matter, if anything they tell a story. And these tell a story that you, Eddie Munson, are a hero. That everyone in this stupid town, in this world has to thank for keeping them safe. Eddie, you are a hero, you’ve always been my hero. You've always kept me safe and made me feel protected and loved. This time it’s my turn to give you all of that back.”

“I don’t think I could ever deserve you,” he gave you a teary-eyed smile. 

“That’s what best friends are for,” you replied with a small smile. You wished it was more, you wished you could tell me the extent of how deep your love for him was. But now was not the time to push or make him feel pressured to respond in a certain way, “you’re stuck with me for life, Munson. We pinky promised when we were twelve, and we can’t ever break that.”

“No,” he whispered, “we can’t.”

A silence filled the air between the two of you, comfortable and easy just like it always had. You took his hand and gently pulled him towards the bathroom, and he followed without hesitation. Once you stepped into the small space, you touched the hem of his shirt and looked at him with gentle eyes, “may I?”

“Yes,” he swallowed thickly but nodded, “I trust you.”

Your touch was gentle and delicate as you pulled his shirt up and he held up his arms to let you take it off of him. The soft fabric of his well worn shirt was almost silent as it fell to the floor and you looked him over. You could see the trepidation in his eyes as he tried to gauge your reaction. You touched his cheek before giving him a sweet smile that caused a sense of relief to flood his veins, “just as I thought. Beautiful as always.”

He remained silent and you traced your fingers over one of the scars near his collarbone. It was a sobering reminder that you’d almost lost him. You were happy for the scar because it meant he was here, he was alive. You don’t know if you could have faced a future without him. He inhaled shakily as you ghosted the tips of your fingers gently over his body. 

“Come on,” after a few minutes of quietness during which he’d pulled you back into his arms, you pulled back, “let’s get you a warm shower and then you can try to get some sleep.”

“I don’t know if I can…s-sleep.”

“Will you try?” he gnawed on his bottom lip as he nodded slowly, “I’ll stay with you and make sure you’re okay. I promise.”

“What about you?”

“I can sleep later,” you insisted, “once you’ve rested a bit. Eddie…let me take care of you…please. You’re not in this alone and I’ll always be here for you.”

You turned on the shower and went to grab a clean towel and set of pajamas for him, before ushering him towards the warm stream of water.

“I…I love you,” he whispered as you looked at him with that sweet, innocent expression he adored more than anything. 

“I know,” you smiled lightly, “I love you too.”

“No…like…I love you,” he repeated and your whole face felt like it was on fire, “n-not just as my best friend.”

“I know,” you insisted again, your heart feeling better - lighter - than it had in weeks, “I love you.”

“Yeah?” he asked shyly as you offered him a shy smile, “will you…get in? With me?”

“Yeah,” there wasn’t a moment of hesitation in your response, “you have me, whatever and however you need. Forever.”

“Forever,” Eddie touched your face this time, his heart beating rapidly but for the first time in what seemed like ages, it wasn’t due to anxiety or nerves, “I can do forever.”

“Me too, Eddie Munson. Me too.”

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