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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Honey Girl. Chapter Two.

Chapter One. Chapter Three. Chapter Four. Chapter Five. Chapter Six. Chapter Seven. Chapter Eight. Series Masterlist. The Playlist.

Pairing - Dad's Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au

Chapter Synopsis - You and Bucky try to navigate what it means to be soulmates - and how difficult it is to keep your hands off each other.

Warnings - smut. cursing.

Word Count - 4k

Author's Note - part two!! thank you SO much for all of the love on part one - it has made me immensely happy. you're all the sweetest and i'm so grateful. i'm going on vacation in a few days, so i'm taking a hiatus for a few weeks as i won't have cell service. so, consider this my parting gift to you <3

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3 please, send me your thoughts, predictions, desires!! I will get excited with you!!

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Sunlight streams through the billowing white curtains, rousing you slowly. The gentle breeze cools the room, salt sticking to the air. Warmth is seeping into the glass of the windows, encouraging you to kick your sheets to the foot of your bed, limbs stretching and rolling.

You wake, and for a moment, you feel perfectly at peace. You feel light, tranquil, relaxed. You flex your neck from side to side, yawning as you do it. You notice that the sun is already up, beaming into your bedroom. It's going to be a very warm day, you think. I better pack sunblock.

You glance to where your bag is thrown haphazardly on the floor, contents spilling everywhere. It's unlike you, to not put something away properly. You take pride in being a tidy person. You must have been exhausted when you got home last night.

That's when it hits you.

Bucky.

The events of yesterday coming crashing down around you like a tidal wave. Hearts racing, hands interlacing, lips melding. Bodies tangling, breaths matching, knees buckling. Two souls, tied together forever.

Your Tethering.

To Bucky. Your Dad's best friend Bucky.

His absence is suddenly all you can think about. He's not here, and you feel like half of your heart is missing. You ache. There's a discomfort that you know can only be cured by the presence of your soulmate.

You're deep in thought when your phone rings, startling you. It's Bucky.

"Mornin' sugar," he drawls. The low tone of his voice is like molten honey, gorgeous and golden.

"Good morning, Buck."

You hear him exhale at the sound of your voice.

"I know we said we'd meet at ten, but can we make it earlier?" he asks. Then, quieter, "Feel like I can't breathe without you."

He murmurs the last part, as if it's a secret. Something sacred.

"Of course, Buck. I can be ready by nine?"

"Thanks, sweet girl. I'll pick you up?"

"Perfect. See you then."

"See you then."

It's almost painful to hang up the phone. It's like there's a gravitational force in The Universe, willing you against it. You ignore it defiantly and press the red button, swinging your legs over the side of the bed.

There's something in your gut telling you that this might just be the first day of the rest of your life. You certainly can't go back to the way things were. You're not sure if you want to.

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Bucky arrives at 8:45.

You're in the bathroom with the door closed, so you don't hear him pull up. You feel it. Like a magnetism, alerting you to his whereabouts. You breathe a little easier immediately, knowing he's outside.

You grab your bag and the picnic and pull on your shoes, eager to see him. You feel like a teenager again, giddy with anticipation. Apart from, this isn't your average first date. No, this is your last first date ever. This is a first date with the man you're bound to spend the rest of your life with. No pressure, you tell yourself. One step at a time.

Your heart kicks up in double time, thundering against your ribcage. You inhale deeply, cracking your knuckles. You can do this. It's just Bucky.

You bound down your stairs, practically running to his truck. Bucky's leaning against the passenger door, the wind ruffling his hair, sunlight reflecting off his steely blue eyes. He's wearing shorts and a white button up, which is blowing gently in the breeze. His sleeves are pushed up his forearms, exposing his gorgeous tanned skin. He has several shirt buttons undone, accentuating his broad chest, sunglasses tucked into the breast pocket. He looks so handsome. So classically elegant. Like he belongs in an old movie - a perfect leading man.

He eyes you carefully, gauging your reaction. You can tell he doesn't want to overstep, worried about pushing you too far too fast. You walk over and run your fingers across his exposed chest gently, tracing a path up his neck until you're caressing his cheek. His stubble tickles your fingertips, causing a smile to curl at the corners of your mouth. You finally meet his gaze, and all your stress is forgotten. You feel peaceful again.

"Hi," you whisper.

"Hi, pretty girl," he murmurs back, hands finding your waist. "You alright?"

"I'm okay. Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," he grins. "So, how do you feel about a day of sailing? You, me, and the ocean, baby."

"I think that sounds perfect."

He opens the car door for you, helping you up and into the passenger seat. He climbs in, clicking on his seat belt and starting the engine. Before he pulls away, he turns and looks at you, holding your stare for a moment. Bucky reaches for you, lacing your fingers together, resting your intertwined hands on your thigh. He begins to drive away, taking you towards the ocean. Towards your future.

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You know nothing about sailing.

Luckily, you don't need to. Bucky's quite content to keep you sitting pretty on the top deck while he does all of the work, pulling and tying and knotting. The crisp white sails billow in the wind, the ocean waves providing a steady, constant soundtrack. Birds fly overhead, sunshine beaming down, the wood underneath you warm and smooth. It's paradise.

You're soaking up the sun rays when you hear a click. You sit up to see Bucky holding his film camera, pointed right at you.

"Creep," you tease.

"Just want to have something to look back on. Our first day as soulmates. It's an occasion, you know," he grins.

He moves across the boat to sit next to you, thigh pressed up against yours. He's so close you can taste the spearmint on his breath. You tangle a hand in his hair, caressing the back of his head.

"I brought you a few new things to try," you tell him. "Some recipes I'm testing. I want your honest opinion. No sugar coating. Promise?"

"I promise," he winks, holding up a scouts honour. "I wouldn't lie to you, honey."

You reach over and grab your picnic basket, unwrapping various beeswax packages and laying them out in front of you.

"Okay - we have white chocolate and pistachio muffins, raspberry and lemon macarons, earl grey and lavender cookies and carrot and cinnamon cake."

You glance over at Bucky, expecting him to be deciding what to try first. Instead, you find him watching you carefully, gentle smile etched across his face.

"What?" you laugh.

"Nothing," he beams. "I just... I love it when you start talking about food. You're passionate. You light up."

"Don't make it weird," you joke, slightly taken aback by his honesty. He did promise not to sugar coat.

He reaches for a macaron, eager to try one after you mentioned them yesterday. He pops one in his mouth, and lets out a groan that can only be described as pornographic.

"Fuck," he moans. "This might be the best thing I've ever eaten."

"You promised you wouldn't lie," you laugh.

"I'm not," he chuckles, placing his hand over his heart. "I swear to you. These things should be used as medicine. They'd cure anything."

"Shut up," you tease bashfully, bumping your shoulder into his.

He tries the other sweets one by one, complimenting you immensely. He's so specific in the way he commends your baking. He comments on certain flavours, and textures, and the way everything melts on his tongue. He really takes the time to think about what he says. It's so intimate.

"You're gonna do this for a living, right?" he asks, turning to face you.

"I hope so," you confess. "It's all I want to do. Going to culinary school was a huge risk, but I did it. It was difficult, but they were also the best four years of my life. I just learned so much. I want to put it all into practice."

"I think you should. It'd be such a waste if you didn't. You're so talented, sugar."

"Thanks, Buck," you grin. "I just don't know where to start."

He thinks for a moment.

"If you could do anything, anything in the world - what would you do?"

He's looking at you so intensely, you almost want to shy away. His steel blue eyes are boring into you, reading your mind, figuring out your soul.

"I'd... I'd open a bakery of my own. I want a lot that overlooks the ocean. With big windows."

Bucky smiles gently, adoration written across his face.

"I'd be your most loyal customer," he vows. "Oh, I have a better idea - I'll be your quality control. I'll taste test everything before you sell it. You know, just in case."

"Just in case," you laugh. "Right."

"It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it," he winks.

The sound of your laughter is like dopamine to Bucky. It fires off neurons in his brain, receptors buzzing and alight. He almost feels drunk off the sound, floating above ground.

You relax into him, laying down and resting your head in his lap. He's warm, and soft, and so comfortable. You could lie here forever.

He runs his fingers through your hair gently, playing with the strands. The repetitive rocking of the boat lulls you into an easy sleep, the sunlight wrapping around you, taking the place of a blanket. Bucky watches you drift off, unable to wipe the smile off his face.

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A particularly strong gust of wind wakes you, rousing you from sleep. Your fingers are interlinked with Bucky's, head still resting on his strong thighs.

"How long was I out?" you ask, looking up at him.

"Like, twenty minutes? You looked peaceful, thought I'd let you rest."

"Sorry, Buck," you chuckle.

"Hey, don't apologise. I'll take it as a compliment. You know, they say you only sleep around the people you feel safe with."

"They say a lot of fuckin' things," you laugh, repeating his words from yesterday.

"I do, though," you say after a moment. "Feel safe with you. It's not just the soulmate thing. I always have."

Bucky leans down to press his forehead to yours, closing his eyes. He pulls away and kisses the spot where you were just connected.

"We should talk about us," you murmur, sitting up to face him.

"Uh oh. Are you breaking up with me?" Bucky jokes, nudging your knee with his.

"Yeah, right," you scoff. "As if you'd be so lucky. You're stuck with me, I'm afraid."

"I'll survive," he winks. "But we should. Talk about us."

You look at each other for a moment, carefully. You notice that the ocean is reflecting in Bucky's eyes, waves gleaming and blue.

"I don't know where to start," you whisper.

"Maybe start at the beginning," he suggests, reaching out to rest his palm on your thigh, fingertips rubbing comforting circles into your skin.

"I... I think - I think we should do exactly that. Start at the beginning."

He nods at you reassuringly, urging you to continue.

"I want to start slow. Really slow. I know we already know each other, but this... this is different. We don't know each other like this."

"Like soulmates," he agrees. "It's a whole other level. A league of its own."

"Exactly. I know we're Tethered, but, I think we should treat this like a normal relationship. We should date, and just... take this step by step."

"One step at a time," he confirms. "Prepare yourself, honey. I'm about to date the hell outta you."

"Someone save me," you laugh, throwing your head back. "All those poor girls that have come before me - they had to put up with this?"

He laughs with you, the sound rumbling in his chest.

"Trust me, sugar, you're different."

Bucky leans forward and slots his lips to yours, hands going to your waist to pull you closer.

Kissing your soulmate is unlike any other feeling. It's complete serenity. Two bodies, designed by The Universe to fit together perfectly.

Your fingers thread through Bucky's hair as you move to sit in his lap, straddling him. You grind your hips forward, illiciting a groan from the both of you.

Bucky slips his tongue into your mouth, tasting the sugar there. He can't get enough. You're so sweet and soft underneath his hands, underneath his tongue. He wants more.

He tips you backwards, so you're lying flat on the deck. Bucky moves to kneel in between your legs, prying them open gently. He kisses his way from your ankle to your knee, occasionally nipping at your flesh. He likes the idea of there being a mark on you that he left. He feels more protective of you than he ever has of anyone. The feeling vibrates through his bones, fires up his nerve endings. He needs to feel every inch of your skin as soon as possible, or he's convinced he'll burst into flames.

He smooths his hands up your thighs, fingers catching in the waistband of your shorts. He shimmies them down your legs, and inhales sharply at the sight before him. You're laid out on the deck of his boat like a goddess, the white shirt adorning your body matching the white lace underwear underneath. The sun rays are beating down, illuminating you, making you glow from the inside out. Bucky can't breathe, looking at you. He feels like all of the oxygen has been stolen from his lungs, replaced with pure desire.

You're breathless, panting, chest heaving. You're shaking with anticipation, willing him to do something. Anything.

"Bucky," you whine. "Please."

He's never heard a prettier sound. It's like angel song, the way you say his name.

"Patience, sweets. I thought we were taking it slow."

"Asshole," you laugh, poking him in the chest with your toe. "You're a hypocrite."

"Am I?" he smirks, running his fingertips across the inside of your thighs.

"Yes. You can't kiss me like that and then tell me to have patience."

"My apologies, ma'am."

He leans over and kisses you again, biting your bottom lip as he pulls away. Bucky slips your underwear down your legs and tucks them into the pocket of his shorts, ignoring your scoff as you watch him do it.

"Come here, pretty baby," he murmurs, tugging at your hips to pull you closer to him.

He nudges your core with his nose, inhaling deeply. It's filthy, the action, but it makes you ache with want. He licks into the crease of your thigh next, tasting the salt on your skin. Your hand flies to his hair, tugging the chocolate strands. You whine again, and Bucky commits the sound to memory.

He surprises you by sucking your clit gently, causing your hips to buck up towards his mouth. He splays one hand across your stomach, holding you down. He uses his other hand to insert a finger into you, groaning at your warmth. He crooks it up, and you keen.

"I know, baby, I know," he coos, adding a second finger.

You're not sure if it's because of the glaring sunlight or because of Bucky, but there's a thin sheen of sweat coating your skin, dripping down your temple. You're burning from the inside out, white hot heat running through your veins.

He thrusts both fingers in and out of you steadily, curling them on the up stroke. You throw your head back, hips wriggling and writhing.

"Where you going, pretty girl?" he drawls. "Come here - that's it."

He pulls you back to him, fingers never stopping. He looks up at you, and notices that you've thrown a hand over your face, shielding yourself.

"Don't go shy on me now," he practically purrs, smiling when you move your arm away. "Most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"Fuck," you moan, suddenly glad you're in the middle of the ocean. The sounds you're letting out are filthy.

"I know, pretty baby. I know."

His fingers push you closer and closer to the edge, speeding up slightly. You're whining, keening, hips bucking up into him. You can't stay still. You feel like you're on fire, red hot electricity running through you. It's never been like this with anyone before. It never will be again.

"You're close, honey, I can feel it. You're almost there," he drawls. "Atta girl. Come on, baby. You got it. Good girl."

His low, honeyed words throw you into your climax, back arching off the sun warmed wood. Bucky talks you through it, encouraging and praising you in hushed murmurs. You see stars, bright white patterns flashing behind your eyelids. The world goes quiet for a moment, and all you feel is peace.

Bucky brings you back to reality by rubbing soothing circles into the bare skin of your thigh, still muttering softly. He lets you catch your breath before leaning over and kissing you gently.

"You okay, sugar?"

You smile at him in a daze, still floating on air.

"I'm good, Buck. Very good, actually."

He laughs at your response, moving your hair away from your face. You sit up to look at him, admiring him carefully.

"You're so pretty," you whisper. "I mean, I've always known it. But now, it's so... blinding. You're the most beautiful person in the world."

He's not sure how to process your words. He's never felt so loved, so safe, so appreciated before. It's overwhelming. He doesn't know what to say - so instead, he kisses you hard.

"You're the sweetest girl in the world, you know that right?" he whispers against your lips.

He moves to sit behind you, so your back is resting against his chest. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in. He smells like warmth, and salt, and home.

"I don't think we should tell my parents," you say lowly, afraid to ruin the moment. "Not yet, anyway."

"I agree," he reassures. "I think we should figure this out first. Figure us out."

You lean up and peck his lips gently, pulling away to trace your fingertips over the contours of his face.

"It's gonna take a while to figure this out, isn't it?"

"That's the thing, sweet girl. We have all the time in the world."

You relax back into his arms, letting his steady heartbeat lull you into complete tranquility.

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You spend all day on the boat with Bucky, soaking up the sun. Your shirts are billowing in the wind, hair blowing in every direction. The ocean rocks you both in routine motion, gentle and calming.

He teaches you the basics of sailing, sitting knee to knee with you while you repeatedly tie knots into pieces of rope. He stands behind you comfortingly as you pull and tug at the rigging, supporting you only when you ask for help.

The two of you sit tangled together on the deck, enjoying your picnic. You take a moment to rub sunblock into Bucky's shoulders, ignoring the heat that rises in your chest when he groans in delight. He's irresistible. This is more than just lust. This is a magnetism, an almost animalistic connection. It's quite literally written in the stars.

The both of you are clearly reluctant to go home. You sit in Bucky's truck outside your apartment for hours, talking about nothing and everything. You don't invite him upstairs. You know that if you do, you'll jump his bones instantly. You've both agreed to take this slow. You have to start being strict with yourselves, or you'll just keep ending up in bed.

Eventually, your stomach rumbles, making Bucky chuckle.

"You should go. Eat something."

"I know. I just... I like being with you."

He leans over the centre console to press a kiss to your lips, revelling in the way you taste like the ocean breeze.

"There's no one else in the world I'd rather be with," he murmurs against your mouth.

You pull away and take a deep breath, preparing to leave Bucky for tonight.

"Thank you, for today. It's been perfect."

"Perfect day for a perfect girl," he winks, making you both laugh.

"One step at a time."

"All the time in the world," he echoes.

"Goodnight, Buck," you whisper, moving in closer to press your forehead to his.

"Goodnight, honey girl," he whispers back, pecking your lips quickly.

He jumps out of the drivers side to help you down from the truck, holding your hand carefully. You smile at the déjà vu. He does too.

You look back at him once more before closing your front door. He's already looking at you, his eyes never once leaving your frame, smile never leaving his face.

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You're curled up on the couch when your phone rings, startling you from your peace. You look at the caller ID in confusion.

"Stella? Hey - you okay?"

"Hey, you. Long time no see, huh?"

"It's been a while," you laugh. "I didn't expect a call from you."

"I'm sorry we haven't talked in so long. I've been super busy - I'm opening my own café! It has a bookshop inside it too - oh it's gorgeous, you wouldn't even believe it."

"That sounds amazing, Stella. I'm so happy for you, wow."

"I'm actually calling because I have something to ask you."

"Ask away, Stell."

"I have a sort of... proposition for you. An offer, if you will."

"You're really building the anticipation here," you chuckle.

"Sorry, sorry! So, I'm gonna need a Head Baker. I can't do it, because I'll be manager, and I'm the owner which is a tough job in itself. Opening a café is fucking difficult, you know!" she laughs, before continuing. "You'd have complete creative control - you'd design your own bakes, everything would be completely down to you. There's quite literally only one person in this world that I'd want to do this job, and it's you."

You almost can't believe what she's telling you. It sounds perfect. It sounds like a dream.

"Stella - are you sure? This is a huge deal. You want me?"

"I only want you. I can't picture working alongside anyone else. We made such a good team in culinary school, and we always said we'd find each other in the future."

"I... I don't even know what to say."

"Say yes!" she encourages, giggling down the phone.

"Yes!" you echo, giddy with joy. "God, Stella, yes!"

You're smiling from ear to ear, unable to wipe the grin off your face. Your dream job has been presented to you on a silver platter. You'd be stupid not to take it.

"I mean - when do I start? What should I wear? Do you want a set menu, or can I change it up all the time? Vegan options? Gluten free?"

"I can send you all of the boring stuff in an email - contracts, salary information, all that shit. You can quite literally do whatever the fuck you want, girl. I trust you completely. I trust your culinary skills even more."

"Oh my god, I'm so excited. Thank you, Stella. Seriously. This is just amazing."

"I can't wait to have you here with me again!"

You process for a moment, trying to make sense of what she just said.

"Wait... what? Where?"

"In California. The café is here, in California!"

You can't hear her next words due to the ringing in your ears. Your chest tightens, your hands ball into fists, your breathing becomes ragged.

There's a million thoughts racing through your mind, and you can't quite get a firm grasp on any of them.

Bucky would never leave this place. This is his home. I can't ask him to abandon his life here - I wouldn't want to. We've been soulmates for two days. What about his job? His friends? Would I leave everything behind and move across the country for him? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I can't have my cake and eat it too. He'd give everything up for me in a heartbeat - I can't let him. It's not fair.

You're suddenly intensely aware - you have to make a choice.

Bucky or your dreams.

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[worldlxvlys]

I need a fan fuck of those texts girly desperately

show me

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: smuttttt, p in v, cream pie, oral (fem receiving), very fluffyyyy

a/n: here’s your soft smut 🤗

based off of these

once chris and i got to my house, we made ourselves comfortable on my couch. when we finished our food, i turned to face chris.

“do you wanna talk about it?” i asked him softly.

“not really, can you just” he paused before continuing, “can you hold me?” he asked, his voice breaking slightly.

my heart broke for him, hearing the pain in his voice. without another word, i opened my arms for him, and he accepted my embrace.

his arms wrapped around my waist as he laid his head on my stomach.

i ran my fingers through his hair, gently twirling the ends around my finger.

“she makes me feel so worthless sometimes” he whispered against me, toying with the hem of my shirt.

“you are not worthless, chris. you mean so much to me, i don’t know what i’d do without you” i spoke softly. my top was slightly cropped, and chris’s face was pressed against my bare skin.

“you’ve poured your heart into this relationship and you’ve received nothing but disrespect and insults in response. you don’t deserve that shit. you deserve to be loved and cared for too” i said as i looked down at him.

“i am loved and cared for” he began “by you”he spoke as he looked up at me.

my brows furrowed slightly at his words.

“you’re always there for me” he whispered into my skin before leaving a light kiss on my stomach.

“chris” i whispered as my heart began to race, my breathing becoming rapid.

“you always make sure that i feel loved” he breathed out against my stomach, the touch of his lips igniting a fire under my skin.

he gave me another kiss, this one slightly higher up as he held eye contact with me.

i swallowed harshly, mind running wild with possibilities of what could happen.

“i want you to feel loved too” he grabbed my waist, lightly rubbing circles into the skin.

“chris, you have a girlfriend. we ca—” “she dumped me” he cut me off.

my eyes widened at that, “chris, you’re obviously upset, i can’t take advantage of you like that. and i’m definitely not gonna be a rebound”

he pulled my hands from his hair and laced them with his.

“ you don’t get it. i’m not upset about her. i mean, i was, at first. but now, i’m realizing that her treating me like shit was what i needed to appreciate the way you treat me. and it shouldn’t have taken all of that for me to realize it. and you’re definitely not a rebound. you have no clue how long i’ve been waiting for this moment. i’m sorry, let me make it up to you”

he brought his face to my jaw, but stopped himself.

his breath tickled my face as the tip of his nose lightly brushed my jaw.

“tell me you want this. tell me this is ok” he whispered to me.

i was so overwhelmed, i could barely concentrate.

i spent years pushing my feelings for chris aside, thinking he would never feel the same way about me.

i had convinced myself that i was being selfish and i forced myself to be happy for him.

i spent so long telling myself that i was fine and that i didn’t like him, that i genuinely believed it.

but if that was the case, then why did this feel so right ?

why was his touch alone driving me crazy ?

why was it taking all of my self control not to push my lips onto his ?

i couldn’t think straight when his lips were just centimeters away from mine.

“please, let me show you how much i love you. it’s the least i could do. i need you to know how much you mean to me”

my eyes closed as i took in the intimacy of the moment. i nodded my head at him, unable to speak the words.

he gently placed his hand under my chin, making me look at him.

“look me in the eyes and say it. i need to hear the words”

i slowly opened my eyes, meeting his intense gaze. “show me, chris. i want you to show me how much you love me”

without another word, his lips crashed against mine in a passionate kiss.

his lips were soft and they moved against mine perfectly.

this kiss was unlike anything i’d ever experienced before.

he kissed me like he was scared i would disappear in front of his eyes, like he didn’t believe it was real.

i pulled away for a second, to gauge his reaction.

his lips chased mine desperately, as though he wouldn’t survive without another kiss.

he pulled me back in for another without hesitation. this one being just as good, if not better, than the first.

he broke away from the kiss for a second. “is it ok if i take this off?” he asked gently tugging on my top.

“only if i get to take off yours” i whispered back.

“go ahead” he spoke. with that, i gently pulled his shirt off and threw it on the ground.

he then pulled mine off, eyes widening when he realized i didn’t have a bra on.

“oh my god” he mumbled to himself, “just when i thought you couldn’t get more beautiful”

his words made me flustered as i hid my face in his neck.

“don’t hide from me, ma. wanna see that pretty face”

he left kisses on my collar bones, trailing down the valley of my breasts. his kisses went down my abdomen and stopped right above my waistline.

“please chris” i moaned out, feeling the ache between my legs grow in anticipation.

he hooked his fingers around the fabric and tugged it down slowly.

i felt goosebumps rise on my legs as the cold air came in contact with the newly exposed skin.

chris left a kiss on my covered clit, making me let out a whine.

he gave me a long kitten lick through the fabric.

“please, chris. no teasing” i didn’t want to wait any longer than i already had.

“wanna take my time with you, baby. didn’t wait this long to rush it” he spoke against me, the vibrations shooting straight to my core.

“all you gotta do is relax, mama. let me take care of you” he spoke as he slid a finger into my panties, collecting the wetness that pooled there.

he took the finger that was covered in my arousal and slid it into his mouth, moaning at the taste.

“hmm, gotta taste more” he spoke as he pulled my underwear down.

as soon as his tongue touched my heat, i was a moaning mess under him.

“love hearing those sounds” he groaned against me, making my hips buck up into his mouth.

he swiped his tongue through my folds slowly and sensually, never breaking eye contact with me.

he watched the way my face contorted with pleasure, flicking his tongue in different ways to see my reaction.

he brought me closer and closer to my orgasm with just his tongue, before stopping.

before i could complain, he was pulling his sweatpants and boxers down.

“want you to finish with me inside of you” he spoke as he grabbed my hand.

he guided my hand toward his dick, looking at me with lust-blown pupils as i pumped him a few times.

“is this okay? are you good?” he asked.

“yes, please chris. need you so bad” i moaned.

he lined himself up and slowly pushed his hips into mine.

his face scrunched up as he tried to control himself, wanting to go slow.

he let out a slight whimper, making me clench around him at the sound.

“f-fuck, not gonna last if you do that again” he spoke as he willed himself to stay still.

“you can move” i spoke once i adjusted to his size.

he slowly began to move, letting out a shaky breath as my walls hugged him tightly, relentlessly squeezing him.

“holy shit, you’re so tight. don’t think i’m gonna last ma” he groaned out as his hands clung onto my waist like his life depended on it.

“chris, chris, oh my goddd. feels so good” i moaned out underneath him.

he dropped his forehead to rest against mine, cradling my jaw in his hand.

“you’re so” he cut himself off with deep groan “you mean so fucking much to me”

“love having you this close to me” i moaned out.

he began to thrust deeper inside of me, making me moan with every thrust.

i wrapped my legs around him, pushing him even closer to me.

“don’t know what i did to deserve you” he started, “but i’m never letting you go”

i squeezed his biceps as his dick twitched inside of me, signaling that he was close.

“i’m so close, chris” i cried out, feeling my orgasm creeping up on me.

“ i’m gonna wait, wanna cum with you” he spoke.

he brought one hand to my nipple, pinching and rolling the bud between his fingers.

“chris! i’m cumming!” i yelled out as my muscles began to tense.

“fuck, me too” he groaned out.

we both released together as our pleasure mixed together inside of me.

“oh my god” he breathed out, burying his face into my neck.

“you ok?” i asked as i drew little shapes into his skin.

“never better” he spoke as he moved his head back to look at me, smiling down.

“what about you? are you ok? did i hurt you?” he asked, looking my body up and down.

“no” i smiled lightly at him.

we both stared at each other for a while, silently processing what just happened.

after a little bit, i broke the silence.

“do you regret it?” i asked, not being able to get a good read on what he was feeling for once.

“of course not. i meant every word i said, i’d never lie to you. do you ?”

“no, baby. i’m pretty sure i’ve been in love with you for years, if it wasn’t obvious. i’ve wanted this for as long as i can remember” i said.

his face broke out into a grin at that.

“well that’s a relief” he spoke. “here, lemme help you to the bathroom”

he scooped me up from my spot on the couch, bringing me to the bathroom.

“you pee, i’ll run the water” he said, moving towards the tub.

once i did my business, he helped me into the tub and washed me off.

he helped me apply my favorite lotion and get into my robe.

after i was clean and dressed, he helped me to my room, and we got comfortable under the blankets.

the sound of his heartbeat and his deep breaths quickly lulled me to sleep.

“from now on, you’re the only person i’ll ever chose” was the last thing i heard before i fell into a deep slumber.

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[wyvernest]

Miguel vs very angry reader? Miguel is usually the one who is grumpy and broody but for a change has to deal with his usually cheery lover being unbelievably Moody and angry!

lo siento, mi alma

pairing: miguel o'hara x spiderwoman!reader

warnings: angst, comfort, fluff, happy ending, miguel kinda being a dick

summary: coming to miguel for comfort leads to a fight, his duty coming right between you

Usually, you would feel so happy and excited about visiting Miguel at HQ. You'd find yourself smiling so stupidly on the way there, surprised with your reflection in a nearby skyscraper, instantly reminded that you're so in love with him. 

But today wasn't one of those days.

Today, your monthly hormonal storm has decided to mess with your mood and patience in a way you weren't looking forward to. Usually, you'd feel more clingy and emotional, yearning to be close to your boyfriend, to be held by him, to cry in his arms because you were out of your favourite snacks. 

But then again, today remains odd among the usual habits.

Today, you felt anger boil in your throat, ready to burst at the slightest inconvenience. And plenty have already tested it. Miles scared the crap out of you by swinging an inch from hitting you, right before scurrying away with an echoed "Hello!" that rang so stridently in your ears. Peter also intercepted your wish-to-be-hidden trip to HQ, unsolicitedly informing you about the last thing Mayday ate, how cute she looked, and how she's been learning to use her webs with more agility. You held back your bubbling nerves, deep down knowing he only meant well.

Finally inside Miguel's extensive laboratories, you look up to spot the platform he usually inhabited empty. 

Great. Fucking hell.

And because expecting something good to happen and then having it snatched from you like a chocolate from a toddler makes you unfathomably angry, you feel hot tears sting your eyes.

You had wanted the comfort of his embrace so bad. It was the only thing that could've soothed your mood. So you found a flat surface to sit on and wait, probably one of the many machines and equipment he spent his whole time creating and testing instead of giving you the attention and love you craved so much, you thought.

It wasn't long before a long, sharp, red blade cut through the fabric of space, followed by the familiar silhouette of your beloved boyfriend. His mask dissolved away, revealing a terribly tired face, hair messed up and cheekbone slightly mauve with a forming bruise. 

He sensed you in the room, not bothering to offer you anything more than a turn of his head in your direction to meet your eyes before sprinting to his platform. Layla also glitched into the room, relaxed as usual. 

You squint, making out "canon divergence RESOLVED" on one of his screens, some hope blooming in your heart at the thought that maybe now he'd have time for you. But before you can inhale to speak, he opens up another portal.

You can't believe it. He didn't even speak to you, like you aren't his heart and soul, as he had told you so many times. 

So you snap.

"Miguel!" You shout, quick and harsh, wanting him to feel a fraction of the frustration that's gutting you right now.

He doesn't flinch.

"I'm busy. Wait for me at home." He speaks with authority and the confidence of a man who knows it wouldn't take much to make you listen to him.

You feel your pulse quicken, heart stuttering with anger and bewilderment.

"That's how much my emotions matter to you?" You shout up to him after a second of weighing his words. "That's the support and consideration I get?" Your voice cracks and you hate that he now knows how affected you are.

"I'm not even a fucking priority at this point. I'm at the bottom of the list."

"I can't deal with this right now. I still have the damage the last anomaly has done to deal with." He raises his voice at you, the words vibrating through the laboratory.

"So I'm on hold until Miguel O'Hara is fucking available? Will you also notify me so that I can present myself back to HQ, sir?" Your tone is dripping venom, sarcasm and sour tears threatening to burst into streams down your cheeks. You do, consider, in the back of your mind, that you're exaggerating. But the way he dismissed you is not an easy thing to get over. No greetings, no emotion, no nothing.

Just "I'm busy.".

No excitement to see you after a mission.

How are you any different than any other spider-person bothering him then? Where is the love he has for you when he's working?

He grinds his jaws together, not wanting to say something he doesn't mean, that he'll regret later. He knows you're particularly sensitive today, but he can't allow himself to soften right in the middle of a job. It's not how he works. He gets distracted.

"I said go home, cariño." He doesn't even face you as he speaks, as if you're a child throwing a tantrum.

You feel small. Irrelevant. He isn't even touched.

"Oh I will." You yell through a sob, your pain arrowing right through his chest.

"Only not to your home." 

You storm out without looking behind. Your ego soared and anger kept rising to your senses. 

You knew you wouldn't break up, or even move out. You just wanted him to feel something. 

You wanted to see him want you. To see him make the slightest gesture towards wanting to keep you by his side.

But the doors closed shut behind you, and you found yourself walking slower, just to give him some time to run after you.

He didn't.

You did your best to hide your teary eyes and runny nose, not wanting to deal with any unwanted attention, any questions, anyone knowing that you and Miguel just had a fight.

You didn't want anyone else's attention but his, and it killed you to acknowledge that.

You got home, finally breaking into tears. You let yourself fall face down into his pillow, still seeking the comfort he never gave you. The smell of him, the imagined, simulated warmth of his embrace.

He had a duty, you know he did. You just wanted to be more than a chore to him. You wondered if this relationship really was for you, head spiralling into the hormones, stress, and wrath. 

You, a needy, extremely loving girlfriend, with a man like him, with a full time job that entire universes depended on. You loved him, you really did. But you loved yourself too. 

The train of thought drifted towards sympathy as the flames of rage ran cold within you. Maybe you were too hard on him. Maybe he really did have urgent things to tend to, and was just trying to keep cool. He hasn't always been the best at showing emotions. 

You whine softly into the pillow, the scent of him flooding your already fluttering heart.

You don't know how much time has passed. You felt your tears dry on your cheeks and your eyes puffy. A creak of the bedroom door makes your heart beat right out of your chest, yet you attempt to stay calm. Heavy footsteps near you, before you see his shadow engulf your shape on the white mattress. 

He hesitates, looking at your quivering body, knowing he should haven't arrived earlier.

If only he could.

Your brows shoot up in surprise at the sight of a bouquet of roses he places on the bed next to you, but you don't get to think of what to say as he kneels at the edge, encircling your waist in his arms, placing his head on your shoulder, close to your own.

"Lo siento mucho, mi alma. Forgive me."

You snivel, humming a fragment of his name. He shuffles closer, seeing no retreat from you. He brings his lips to your stained cheeks, pecking over the salty traces. 

You instinctively shift into his warm embrace, chasing the comfort and touch you had wanted all day. 

"I'm sorry," you begin, "I shouldn't have-"

"Shh, no need" he stops you, pressing a sweet kiss shy of your lips. "No need, mi vida."

His arms tighten their hold around you as he pulls you to his chest. You grab at his biceps, pulling him on the bed. 

"The roses-" He whispers, hurriedly.

"Miguel!" You whine, entrapping his waist with your legs. He complies without another word; suit on, flowers still on the white sheets. With his massive body wrapped around you, finally content, you drift into a sweet slumber.

"Lo siento."

His voice rings low and quiet in your ears as you fall asleep, head on his chest.

translations: Lo siento mucho, mi alma - I'm terribly sorry, (my soul)

a/n: before yall beat my ass for the angst this is the best depiction of miguel x reader x anger issues from both that came to my mind, really hope you like it😭

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[supernaturalfreewill]

You opened your eyes to see a bland white ceiling. It didn't take you long to guess where you were. The IV in one arm and heart rate monitor quickly confirmed your guess. You pushed yourself up in your bed and then heard a familiar and soothing voice nearby.

"I'm so glad you're awake." The voice belonged to Cas and when you turned to look at him he had a teary smile on his face, but his brow was still creased with worry.

"Cas," you breathed, smiling back and relaxing some, now that you knew he was nearby.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, getting up and coming over to stand at the side of your bed.

"Okay, I guess. All things considered..."

He looked grim for a moment, his mouth turning down in a regretful frown. "I'm sorry I couldn't—I wish I could just—"

"I know. It's okay," you said, reassuring him. Without his grace, you knew how helpless he felt. To sit by when you were hurt so seriously, at first not even knowing if you'd pull through, had been agony for the angel. Glancing around, looking for signs of Sam and Dean, you finally noticed the bouquets of flowers and cards that seemed littered across every surface. "...where'd this all come from?" you asked with surprise.

"Well... you have admirers, apparently."

You noted that he didn't seem particularly happy about it.

"Obviously we tried to keep everything that happened a complete secret. So, naturally it leaked out into the hunting community," Cas explained. "These all started showing up the day after you arrived here." He fiddled with a stray leaf that had dropped off the nearest bouquet.

You quirked an eyebrow up at the somewhat sour expression on his face. "Cas..." He looked over at you again, his blue eyes as bright as ever. "Do you really think I'm suddenly going to fall for some random hunter because they sent me a bunch of flowers or a cheesy 'get well' card?"

He looked a little stunned. The angel tended to forget that you were far better at reading him than most.

"You're the one who was sitting here at my bedside, as I'm sure you have been this whole time," you said, giving him a fond smile. "If you still haven't figured it out, I only have eyes for you. I guess something about almost dying makes me want to tell you very clearly."

Cas gulped. A weight seemed to lift off him.

You shifted yourself over carefully to make a little room on the edge of your bed. "Come sit up here with me. Please?"

He would never refuse such a request, especially with you still looking small in the hospital bed and a little pale. All he wanted was to be by your side and make sure you felt safe and cared for.

Prompt: "...where did all this come from?" / "You have admirers, apparently."

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[danikamariewrites]

hi i was going through your eris x bratty reader fics, im literally obsessed with them, and i was wondering if i could request eris saying no to the reader after she asks him to buy her smthn and the reader just starts bawling her eyes out be he's never said no to her🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ this would literally be so funny, reader would literally be so confused, like what’s no??? what do you MEAN no?????

Did You Just Say No?

Eris x reader

A/n: I love brat tamer Eris 😚

Warnings: bratty reader

Taking you shopping was supposed to be a reward. For you because you managed not to behead any of his advisors this week. And for him to see that stunning smile of yours. Eris loves making you happy, but today he felt like conducting a little experiment.

Eris didn’t punish you earlier this week for acting bratty. He just reprimanded you a little and promised you anything you wanted if you were good until Friday.

You were in the last shop before you and Eris were to go back to the Forest House. A small yet very expensive boutique in the city. You had already picked out an exquisite dress, a pair of shoes to match, and a few other things.

Eris had no idea what you could possibly have left to buy but he waited patiently. You skipped up to your mate holding a beautiful autumn brown tunic with small leaves embroidered on it.

The garment was draped over your arms as you came to a stop in front of Eris, giving him your sweetest smile. “Can I please get this one Eris?”

Eris seemed like he was contemplating his answer. Which was odd. He always said yes. Eris looked you dead in the eyes, face straight and said the worst word ever to you, “No.”

You were so taken aback you physically stepped away from him. Your face contorted in sadness and anger. Your mind was running a million miles a minute, trying to comprehend what Eris had just done.

“What?” Your voice breaks and your eyes narrow at him. “What is no? What do you mean?” Internally you’re panicking. Is this how he’s ending your relationship? Does he not want this dynamic anymore? You weren’t sure you could change, Eris has treated you like a princess since day one.

“No, you cannot have it.” On the inside Eris was praying to the Cauldron you didn’t make a scene right now. Maybe a public place was not the best idea for this experiment.

“Well, why not? You said I can have whatever I want?” Your voice was slowly rising with each word. “Is that not an option anymore?” “No, you just cant have this particular thing. You’ve had enough today.”

Ass soon as the words left his mouth Eris realized it was the absolute wrong thing to say. Your eyes went wide and you couldn’t help the sob that came out of your mouth. Tears started falling fast.

“Do you not want me any more? Just tell me you don’t love me anymore Eris! That’s better than no!” You tossed the tunic onto the chaise lounge in the middle of the boutique, crossing your arms and turning from Eris.

The other patrons kept shopping but occasionally snuck looks at the two of you. Eris was shocked by your words. Of course he loved you, how could he not? You are perfect to him.

Eris lightly grabbed your shoulder, spinning you to face him. “My love,” he says softly, “I will always want you. How could you even think that?” You sniffled, “Because you said no. You never say no.”

“Love, I didn’t know you’d react like this. I’m sorry. Of course you ca get whatever you want.” You stopped crying and leaned away from Eris, a bright smile on your lips. “Yay! Thank you!”

You pecked his cheek and collected the the tunic from lounge, speeding to the cashier to put it with the rest of your shopping.

Eris shook his head. He was happy you bounced back quickly but her was sure you’d give him an attitude about this later.

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[hotvinimon]

Sure Cas~

Yandere gym bro x reader

Plot : Saying yes to a hangout unexpected future

Author’s note : The images are not mine. I don not support this kind of behaviour and highly condemn these activities. This kind of behaviour is not tolerated in actual life. Reader is portrayed as pick me girl who is asking for it.

Warnings : MDNI. The images are not mine. Credits to the owner

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“I’m Casper, and that’s great tho. How about a coffee down the street ?” He offered.

“Sure Cas! I would love to “ you chimed happily. Cas, he loved the sound of it. Seeing you happy and smiling at him makes him all giddy and mushy. He is a strong guy, who is usually stoic and cold, who minds his own business, who doesn’t spare a glance to anyone, who is not feeling all the dark things, who now wants to keep you under his skin, who wants to sweep you off your feet and fly to his home, who wants to keep you with him forever, who feels so overwhelmed and dizzy by all this, Cas~ Cas~ Cas~, only your voice is ringing in his head, who wants to hear that every moment of his life.

“CAS !!! Are you listening ??” a loud voice brings him back to Earth. He sees you eyeing him carefully and leaning dangerously close to his face.

“Oh yes sweetheart, I’m alright. Let’s go” he replied.

At the cafe

The cafe was small and cute, with no souls except a cute barista making drinks.

“Welcome to HahaBoba, what can I get you guys ?” The cute boy chirped. “We would take an iced black coffee and..“ Casper looked over to you for your response “I would like a caramel macchiato” you replied. “ One iced black and one caramel macchiato coming right up”.

You guys Casper paid for your drinks spotted an empty table in the cafe and went there. “So, what do you do y/n ?” Casper asked with a sickeningly sweet smile that you couldn’t help but melt in. “Ohh, I’m fashion designer. What about you ?” You asked. “That’s so cool. I own and operate gym chains in the area.” he replied. “You mean the one where we were working out ? Aren’t there like..some…35 locations where that gym operates ??? O my god!!! That’s so cool!!!” you were totally shocked. “Haha.. yeah that’s not a big thing tho.” he replied with a shy smile and pink pixie dust settling on his cheeks.

“Are you kidding me ?? That’s really so coo-” “Here is your order guys. i hope you like it” you were cut off by the barista who may or may not have received a very sharp death like glare from Casper. “Our orders are here. Let me get those.” dished and dashed without waiting for Casper to reply, with your voluminous and jiggling bouncy assets, which may or may not have caught his eye… may or may not saving the boy’s life.

“here is your iced coffee Cas.” you handed him his drinks and sipped yours making another melodious moan out of your glossy cherry lips. “O my god !! this is so good Cas~. you have to try it.” with that you offered him your drink from which he gladly sipped tasting every bit of your remains drink.

“It’s actually good.” he told you. “Right ??? I told you” you suggested. He couldn’t ignore that flirty tone of yours.

A sharp tune ringed from your phone earning your attention. “Excuse me for a second Cas” you picked up your phone and started talking animatedly. O\And the only thing Casper could focus on was your juicy lips parting and closing, some time sucking sipping the drink, imagining all the evil things they could do to him, maybe ruin his whole life, maybe make him nothing but an obedient pet, maybe…

After good 10 minutes you ended and focused back on your Cas. “I’m so sorry Cas. It was one of my clients. I had really good time with you. But I have to go now. Thanks for the drinks again.” you apologized with a pout on those glossy & juicy lips. And once again Casper was out of his dreams but this time, with a very prominent bulge.

Were you really gonna leave him after causing so much trouble ?? Alas, this is 2024 and not 1918 or something where he could keep you and not a single soul would question.

“That’s alright. I had a really good time as well. How about you give me your number ?? I could help you with everything workout ?? He suggested.

“Really ?? Thank you so much Cas~. That’s so sweet of you” you squealed like a pick me high school girl, handing him your phone and sliding next to him .

"That sounds fantastic," he said, feeling a rush as he entered your number, watching your assets teasingly close to him. You were truly unaware of your effect, weren't you? He wondered.

Not really. And you knew that.

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V-Chan’s Dilly Dally

Here is the first case scenario to the poll. I guess this would be the option that would be chosen as a majority. If may make an alternative ending to the other option. And I'm never maybe not never doing poll again. It breaks my heart to say no.

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[dandylovesturtles]

Top Ten Posts of 2023

I decided, why not? ^^

I'm limiting this to fics/analysis/headcanon/etc posts I made during the year and skipping over anything that isn't my actual creative work. That said, if you're curious, my actual top post was this funky screenshot from episode 2.

10. Everyone's just fine with Donnie modding the moon buggy? (362 notes)

It occurred to me that despite being MASSIVE nerds for the Jupiter Jim franchise, the bros seemed awfully chill with Donnie taking an actual on-set moon buggy and modding the hell out of it.

A few people argued with me in the notes that the Turtle Tank is so cool no one could possibly be mad about it and I do think that's fair. The Turtle Tank is easily my favorite thing Donnie made in the show.

9. Splinter and Leo talk post movie (443 notes)

And then his dad walks in and says, “I would like to talk to Blue, please. Alone.” And suddenly Leo doesn’t feel so good anymore.

This is the most recent tumblr fic I've done (I think lol), so seeing it make it this high felt pretty good. I love Splinter and his boys... they make me emotional.

8. A headcanon about the Disaster Twins (445 notes)

I have a headcanon that the twins are lowkey always trying to get each other to laugh.

This is still true.

7. A showcase of Donnie's injuries in End Game (462 notes)

So everyone talks about Donnie getting his shell shredded by the Shredder in Many Unhappy Returns but I feel like it’s underappreciated that that happened to him coming off of getting his ass beat in End Game like

One of the first posts I made when I made this blog haha. Poor Donnie |'D

6. Donnie records everything (617 notes)

broke: Donnie listening to what happened in the prison dimension woke: Donnie showing Raph Leo’s big damn hero speech since he wasn’t there the first time

The main reason why this has so many notes is because @roseverdict wrote a great fic down in the notes that you should all go read.

5. Leo asks Donnie a favor (829 notes)

“You might as well tell me what you need,” he says, turning to his computer and pulling up his list. “I’ll assess it and prioritize.” “No, no, that’s okay. It’s nothing,” Leo insists. “Nardo.” Donnie levels his best stare at him. “What is it?”

I love writing the Disaster Twins being soft and you guys love it when I write it too.

4. Present Donnie and Future Donnie have a little disagreement (CAS AU fic) (1,242 notes)

“What was I supposed to do, tie him to a chair?” “Yes!?” says Mini-him like he’s stupid, which warrants a scoff.

Shoutout to @skcirthinq who doodled a comic version of their conversation.

3. Casey Jr. and Uncle Tello troll Present Donnie (CAS AU fic) (1,701 notes)

Casey Jr, says Uncle Tello’s voice. Uncle Tello? Do you want to see something really funny?

This is my actual fic with the most notes! I'm glad you all enjoyed this silly little take on what was actually an incredibly intense moment in Cass's original comic.

2. Mikey contacts the Hamato ancestors (2,054 notes)

future Mikey: *trying to contact the spirits of the Hamato for advice and guidance in the apocalypse* Donnie’s spirit: Hello, you are now communing with Donatello.

I can't believe you guys gave over 2K notes to the stupidest joke I've ever made. Shoutout to @nonymous06 for this artist's rendition.

and finally, drum roll please.....

My top post of 2023:

1. A very silly idea for a separated AU (4,283 notes)

non-angsty ROTTMNT separated AU where the boys meet online and bond over their shared love of Jupiter Jim and skateboarding and Lou Jitsu. Then one day they agree to meet irl for the first time at a con and decide to dress as turtle aliens.

This post spawned an adorable fanart by @thatsmutbean , this hilarious fanart by @onionninjasstuff , and an entire fanfic called new phone who dis by @rbtlvr

This has been an incredible year! My love for ROTTMNT has not diminished in the slightest and I still have lots of ideas, so I hope you guys stick with me for 2024. Thanks again! Happy New Year!!

#no idea what to tag this as #if I put it in the main tag is that annoying #oh well #rottmnt

[mellowswriting]

domestic life with din

pairing || Din Djarin x f!Reader

word count || 2.2k (OOF)

summary || ever wonder what domestic life would look like with Din?

content || SMUT, soft and sweet sex, dorks in love, DOMESTIC FLUFF to the extreme

a/n || this started as a headcanon and very quickly spiraled out of control 🤠 which is why this is a very informal format (unusual for me tbh) but still great imo

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Domestic life has been kind to Din.

A year has passed since the two of you settled in the cozy Tudor-style home nestled away in the woods, and a lot has changed. Without the constant commotion of bounty hunting, Din can finally explore that softness he has hidden away beneath his rough exterior. It takes a bit of time for his mind to adjust to the sharp shift in lifestyle.

For a while, he still slept like he was on a cramped ship instead of a huge bed - body rigid, laid out in a straight line on his back, dressed in less than comfortable clothes. He couldn’t sleep more than five hours a night no matter how hard he tried. A blaster was always within reach. The back of his neck would prickle with apprehension at every creak of the house settling. The whole thing was just so abnormal to him.

He looks to you for guidance. Din watches the way you wander through the house, barefoot with your robe tied loosely around your waist. A book hangs loosely from your fingers and a mug of coffee is in the other, and you pace absentmindedly as you read. Your hair is still messy from sleep and one leg of your lounge pants is rucked up over your calf - and he swears you have never looked more beautiful. Seeing you so in your element helps you find his.

You’re so comfortable in your own skin, in this space - he can’t help but want the same. He carefully edges out of his comfort zone. New, comfortable clothes. The trial and error of learning to cook real food. The warmth of alcohol singing in his veins as the two of you sip wine in the middle of a sunny afternoon. Consuming entire books in mere hours. Slowly but surely, Din learns who he is as a man and a husband - not just a bounty hunter.

Mornings are his favorite, which he never expected. Keeping a typical sleep schedule was damn near impossible before and he relishes in the structure of it. Din rises at the same time each morning and takes a moment to savor the sight of you still asleep next to him. Glowing in the few streams of sunlight that peek through the curtains, a bit of drool gathered in the corner of your mouth. His beautiful wife, absolutely dead to the world. Din kisses your forehead, tugs the blankets up to keep you warm, and slips off into the kitchen to make some coffee and breakfast.

Din’s love for cooking hit him hard and fast. Was he good at it at first? No, absolutely not. The windows have been left open many times to clear out the smoke from meals gone wrong. But Din is nothing if not a strategist. He learns from his mistakes and soon, he’s plating meals like a pro. It doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to cook or don’t like to, because he is more than happy to do the lion’s share of the cooking. He loves it when you sit on the counter and chat with him, a glass of wine in hand.

If you want to help, though? Expect excitement in those pretty brown eyes. Quality time spent together in the kitchen is something he can’t get enough of. He’s the type to come up behind you and help guide your hands. His chin resting on your shoulder, chest pressed against your back. It’s so hard to focus with him so close, his low voice rumbling in your ear as he instructs you, but your husband is patient. And maybe, just maybe, he likes the attention. He likes watching your hands falter as he presses a kiss to your shoulder. He likes hearing your stuttered exhale as you shake your head and try to focus on the task in front of you. He likes how you whisper his name like a warning, one he never heeds.

Din likes waking you every morning. He starts out soft and sweet. Gentle brushes of his fingers, calling your name in a low voice. Usually it’s enough to get you up and going, but you can be stubborn sometimes. That’s when Din pulls out the big guns and tugs the blankets back entirely to expose you to the cool air. He ignores your indignant pleas and climbs into bed to hover over you. You look so cute, blinking up at him with those sleepy eyes and begging for “just a few more minutes”.

“But I made breakfast.” Din murmurs. He kisses down the line of your throat, along your collarbone - a surefire way to wake you up completely. You make that soft sound low in your throat and Din smiles into your skin. His tongue flicks out to trace your heartbeat and your fingers tangle in his hair to tug him up into a real kiss.

“You’re a menace, Mr. Djarin.” You whisper against his lips.

“And you love it, Mrs. Djarin.” He whispers right back. All you do is roll your eyes and drag him in for a slow, deep kiss. It’s easy to get lost in the softness of your lips, the happy little sounds you make.

“Mm, your scruff is perfect.” You rub your cheek against his like a content loth cat, all but purring as you love on him.

It doesn’t take long to get you out of bed and eating breakfast and fuck, it feels so good to see you content and happily eating the food he made you. He can’t help but feel proud in a very instinctive, deep-rooted way. Providing for you, nourishing your body - he feels like a good husband. The two of you forgo the dining table to relax on the couch. You sit with your legs draped over his lap, squished between his broad body and the arm of the couch. Right where you belong.

Soon the dirty plates are stacked on the coffee table and you’re snuggled into his side as Din watches some soapy holodrama. His newfound love of cooking has given him a bit of softness to his belly that you adore. He’s all well-fed and happy, and you love the way it looks on him. You’re practically glued to him; your head rests on his shoulder, your thigh hitched over his lap, one arm slung over that soft tummy. His fingers trail nonsensical lines into your arm and warmth radiates from his body.

For the thousandth time, you are struck by just how lucky you are. How much you love him. How unbelievable it is that the two of you finally have this life together. You love him so much that you can barely contain it. It swells and bursts in your chest, rushes through your veins like a drug. You shift against him, trying to press impossibly closer, aching to truly feel him. Desire rocks through you - meanwhile, Din is too lost in the action on the holo to notice how needy you’ve become.

“I swear if Rhysa goes back to that asshole after everything he’s done…” Din grumbles, sounding genuinely irritated, but you’re too distracted to do more than hum in response.

Your fingers stroke lower on his belly, through the wispy hairs of his happy trail, and Din makes a pleased sound low in his throat. It isn’t enough. His eyes don’t stray from the screen but that’s okay. You have more than a few tricks up your sleeve to get his attention. You shift your hips until his thigh is pressed between your own and a throb of arousal warms your belly. The slow grinding is nearly imperceptible, especially with his attention so otherwise occupied.

You tilt your head up to kiss his neck, finally eliciting a curious sound from your husband. His hand settles on your waist and squeezes as he gives you a knowing look, mirth glinting in his eyes. “And what do you think you’re doing?”

“Oh, nothing… wouldn’t want to distract you from your show…” You reply as innocently as possible. Your fingers dip beneath the waistband of his lounge pants and the holodrama goes entirely forgotten from that moment on.

It’s all hot and desperate and messy - and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Din guides the rolling of your hips until you’re an absolute mess. You whine into his neck as you grind against him, your hand stroking his cock sloppily beneath his pants. It doesn’t take long for neediness to consume you both. Clothes discarded on the floor, your knees pressed into the cushions - you take him right there on the couch. Messy kisses, hands in his hair. Mumbling that he’s such a good man, such a good husband - and Din loses it.

His fingertips dig into your waist as he rocks his hips up to meet yours. He can barely complete a sentence, broken praise falling from his lips with every exhale. You’re ethereal above him - your head tipped back to expose the long line of your throat, sweet sounds of pleasure falling from your lips, the bounce of your breasts mere inches from his face. Everything about you overwhelms his senses and he wouldn’t have it any other way. His hand covers yours where it’s braced against his chest and twines your fingers together.

“Let me,” Din whispers as he draws your hand up to his lips to kiss your palm. “Please.”

He pleads so reverently, breathless in his devotion - and you can't say no to him. Not when he aches so deeply to worship at the altar of your body. The moment you give him that sweet fuck yes, Din drags you down onto the soft carpet. You find yourself on your back, a pillow tucked carefully beneath your head and your husband kneeling between your thighs. His hair has grown out the last few months and those dark curls are the perfect place to bury your fingers as he fucks you the way you deserve to be fucked.

His beautiful, perfect wife. You absolutely amaze him and he needs to show you just how much he loves you. Din angles his hips just right and you cry his name like it’s a prayer, supplicating yourself before him with every quiver of your cunt around his cock. It’s almost too good to be real. Fuck, he can barely believe this is his life - that he gets to fuck his wife right in the living room of his home without a care in the damn universe. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t enjoy it to the fullest.

Every long, deliberate stroke makes you choke on your breath. Leave it to your husband to fuck you so thoroughly that you’re devastated within ten minutes. An orgasm already hovers in the peripheral. The stretch of taking him is almost too much to bear and each throb of his cock makes you shiver. Your nails bite into the back of his neck as his thumb brushes your clit and honeyed praise falls from his lips. Din leans close, that deliciously deep voice low in your ear as he murmurs, “That’s it… come for me, sweetheart.”

An order, one rumbled in that commanding tone that you have never been able to refuse. The pressure tightens and bursts in your belly, soaks into your very soul until you’re left trembling beneath him on the floor. You babble nearly indecipherable praise at him as he fucks you through it, buries himself so deep that he grinds against the seal of your womb. Tears prick your eyes as he follows you over the edge, the hot pulse of your cunt dragging him into a devastating orgasm.

It takes a lot of control for him not to sink his weight into you like he usually does. Even though he bought and installed this carpet for the express reason of it being soft enough to fuck you on, the floor isn’t quite comfortable enough for him to squish you like he prefers to. With a put-upon sigh, he opts to roll onto his back to catch his breath. You cast a glance over at him and the moment you lock eyes, you let out a dazed giggle that is painfully irresistible.

“You are ridiculous, you know that?” Din shakes his head with faux exasperation but there’s no fighting the grin on his face.

“Well, you’re the one who married me…” You shrug.

“Best decision of my life.” He reaches out to caress your cheek, affection warm in those brown eyes you love. You lean into his palm and kiss the soft skin of his wrist.

“You’re a sap.” You sigh before tossing your arm over your eyes to block out the late morning sunlight. Din props himself up on his elbow to take in the sight of you. The slow rise and fall of your chest as your breathing returns to normal. The flick of your tongue wetting your lips. The sweat drying on your skin. This… this is all he ever needs in this life.

There’s no life or death, no violence, no endless traveling. Just you and him in the life you’ve built together.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin headcanon #din djarin x reader smut

[octoberclidan]

We're Gonna Look After You

Request: Hello I absolutely in love with your fics especially the platonic ones. May I request another one for TFW? Y/n is a kid with powers like scarlet witch and after being possessed by Amara she develops some PTSD and starts to be more ruthless in hunts and with the main villains. TFW is there to make y/n see herself as the good and joyfull kid she was before.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader (all platonic)

Note: I only write readers as adults so the reader here doesn't have a specified age but is 18+. Dean refers to her as 'kid' though since he's Dean.

Story

[Y/N] woke up to shouting. Was that her name she heard? Her head hurt, there was a sharp pain in her temple. Her whole body ached, she felt exhausted. It was dark, there was no light wherever she was. Or maybe there was, were her eyes closed? She couldn't tell, she could only feel pain. The shouting was getting louder, it definitely sounded like her name. It was too loud, her ears were hurting, she was shaking. Was she crying? She felt lost, empty, dark. Her hands cupped her ears, trying to block out the shouting. She felt herself rocking back and forth, her knees pressed to her forehead, and then she heard a second voice. This one was higher pitched, it sounded a bit more like a scream than a shout. It sounded a lot like her own voice. "Get out, get out, stop shouting, leave me alone". It screamed. It sounded too close, almost like it was inside her. Was it her voice? Was she the one screaming? She couldn't tell. She couldn't think properly, her mind was muddled.

Warm hands covered hers and gently pulled them away from her ears. The warm hands came with a warm voice, it wasn't shouting anymore. The voice was kind, soft, almost pleading. It was saying her name over and over again. She felt one of the hands drift down to her chin, and it pulled her face up and away from her knees. A thumb stroked her cheek and she leaned into it out of pure instinct. It felt familiar, like home. She stayed like that before taking a shaky breath and forcing her eyes open. Her vision was blurry from the tears, but she knew the face in front of her. She knew those green eyes, the freckles, the concern.

"Dean?" She whispered.

[Y/N] was taken in by Team Free Will a couple of years ago, when Dean was dealing with the Mark of Cain. They had found her on a hunt, being the lone survivor of a coven of witches who were into experimenting. She had been held captive for several years and had undergone countless experimental curses, spells, and potions by the coven, as a human test subject. Although they had kept others captive, [Y/N] was the only one still alive when Sam and Dean broke into the mansion she was being kept in. They found out very soon after that the experiments had left [Y/N] with certain powers and abilities; she could move objects with her mind, get inside people's heads, warp the reality around them.

She had no family, no friends, no money, and nowhere to go. Dean wasn't too happy with Sam's suggestion to take her in for awhile, since he said she was too dangerous, but he eventually gave in when he realised there wasn't anything else they could really do with her. They couldn't send her to Jody since her powers were too unpredictable, and they couldn't let her go off on her own without having her powers under control. Dean had suggested just killing her, complaining that they didn't have time to take her in, that dealing with the Mark was more important, but Sam had quickly talked him out of that, considering she hadn't actually hurt anyone with her powers.

Dean ended up warming up to her after several weeks. They were a lot alike and enjoyed the same music and movies. They became close friends, and she also became close with both Sam and Cas. She earned a permanent place in Team Free Will by helping Sam and Cas find a way to cure Dean after he became a demon, and also helped in removing the Mark, unknowingly setting Amara loose on the world. Although Amara had left with Chuck and everything seemed to be alright again, there were rumours that she was back. Several months back, Dean and [Y/N] were out following a lead when they found her. Her vessel had weakened, and it was struggling to hold her. After a brief altercation, Amara took [Y/N]'s body. [Y/N]'s strength and power only fuelled Amara, and Amara became more powerful than ever in her new vessel. She had disappeared only a few minutes after possessing [Y/N], leaving Dean alone. He was angry at himself for letting [Y/N] get taken, she had become extremely important to him ever since she'd helped him with the Mark. He knew they would get her back, he just didn't know how long it would take or what state she'd be in. He had seen people after they'd been possessed by demons and angels and archangels; a lot of them lost their minds or would die not long after. He couldn't bring himself to imagine what sort of damage the Darkness was doing to [Y/N]'s mind and body.

They all knew they needed to find her as soon as possible, it had already been too long. The issue was, they had no leads. Amara was silent. She hadn't done anything, or at least anything that would leave a trace. It was like she'd just disappeared again. When there were a sudden and quick series of disturbances in a nearby town, the boys raced over and burst into an abandoned wearhouse, where they finally found her.

"Yeah, it's me, I'm here". Dean studied her face, relief washing over him as he realised that it really was [Y/N], and Amara was nowhere to be seen. "Come here". He pulled her close to his chest and she closed her eyes. Everything was still too loud, too bright for her. She tried to focus on the sound of his heartbeat, which was steady beneath her ear. She grabbed a fistful of his flannel, scared that if she let go she would be lost again. "Sam, you drive". She heard him say before she was lifted up. She kept her grip on him and tucked her head into his shoulder as he carried her outside to the car. She was vaguely aware of a conversation happening between Dean and Sam, but she wasn't listening. She did note that Sam's voice sounded just as concerned as Dean's. The only word she understood was 'Cas', though she didn't hear his voice.

She started to become more aware of her surroundings once they were in the car. She could hear the rumble of the engine, and she was laying in the backseat with her head in Dean's lap. Their seemingly wordless conversation began to make sense. She kept her eyes closed, the brightness still too much, but she squeezed Dean's hand to tell him she was awake. He soothingly stroked her hair as she spoke to Sam.

"What did Cas say?" She heard Dean ask.

"He said he'll meet us back at the bunker. I don't know if there's much he can help with, it's not like she has a broken arm or a scratch, Dean. It's her mind. You know we might have to-"

"We're going to put her to bed. Cas can take a look at her and we'll go from there". Dean cut Sam off.

"Dean-"

"I don't want to hear it Sam, just drive".

"You know she's lost control of her powers before, and how bad it was, if she's not in the right headspace then she's dangerous Dean. We'll need to put her somewhere other than her bedroom".

"You want to tie her up? She's just spent the last few months trapped inside her body while God's sister possessed her. You've been possessed by a demon, an angel, even Lucifer, can you image how bad the fucking Darkness was? And you want to put her in a dungeon?"

"Of course I don't want to Dean". Sam snapped at him. "I care about her just as much as you do. I locked you up when you were a demon, you locked me up when I was high on demon blood, sometimes you have to do shit you don't want to do". [Y/N] felt the car come to a stop and heard a door slam before the door beside her and Dean opened.

"What the fuck are you doing? We need to get her back to the bunker!"

"We need to have this conversation".

"She needs rest".

"We don't know what she needs. She's been gone for months, possessed by possibly the most powerful thing there is all of existence".

"Sam-"

"Dean. Listen to me. You know what she can do, she could destroy an entire town easily, especially if her mind isn't right".

"Her mind is fine". Dean defended her and she heard Sam let out a sigh of frustration.

"What are you doing? You know she's dangerous". Sam scoffed. "You wanted to kill her when we first found her because of how dangerous she is. Now you won't take any precautions at all? I'm not saying we lock her up forever and throw away the key. I'm saying we keep her somewhere secure until we know that the damage is and how to fix it". [Y/N] heard Dean take a deep breath, about to continue the argument but she managed to speak up and interrupt them.

"It's okay, Sam's right". She whispered. She opened her eyes and looked up at Dean. His frustrated expression softened as he looked down at her, and he tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

"We're gonna look after you kid, okay?" He said.

"[Y/N], we're going to get you back to the bunker and Cas will take a look at you, get a better idea of what to do". She looked up to Sam as he spoke. She noticed that his eyes were red, clearly upset by the situation. She nodded at him before closing her eyes again and grabbing at Dean's flannel again. Sam closed the door and got back in to the driver's side and started the car up again. The boys didn't talk for the rest of the drive, and Dean gently tracing his thumb over [Y/N]'s cheek quickly sent her to sleep.

***

It was dark when she woke up; too dark. [Y/N] began to panic, it felt like she was suffocating in the darkness. She couldn't catch her breath, for a moment she thought she was still being possessed. She managed to gulp in a breath of air and when she let it out, it came out as a scream. Light flooded the room and she could just about make out a figure coming towards her. She quickly pushed herself backwards, her hand reaching behind her for support but finding none. He hand hit emptiness and she fell backwards, hitting her back on the cold concrete floor. Looking up she could see that she'd fallen off a bed. It wasn't her bed, this wasn't her bedroom, and as her vision adjusted she could see that this was a safe room in the bunker.

"Are you okay?" The figure crouched down next to her and Cas's face came into view. "Here, let me check". He reached his fingers out to her forehead but she quickly swatted them away. All of the sudden stimulation was agitating her, she wanted to quiet and darkness. She never thought she'd want to see the dark again after being trapped in it for so long, but she felt that she needed it.

"Don't touch me. I'm fine".

"Why won't you let me help you?" Cas looked confused, and hurt that she didn't want him to touch her. He had healed her on plenty of hunts before.

"I don't need your help".

"What's going on? I heard a scream". [Y/N] moved her gaze from Cas to see Dean standing in the doorway looking down at them. "Did you fall off the bed? Are you hurt?" He rushed over to them and knelt down beside Cas, about to reach his hand out to grab her shoulder.

"Get OFF". She shouted and pushed her hand out, using her abilities to force Dean back as he slid back against the floor until he hit the wall on the opposite side of the room. He stared at her in disbelief as her eyes glowed red, and Cas rushed towards him to check for injury. She curled up, pulling her knees to her chest and resting her head on top of them. "Please get out". She muttered.

"[Y/N]-" Cas started.

"I said, get out. Please". She didn't look up at him. She didn't want to see his face, or Dean's. She knew she would see hurt and disappointment on them, probably fear too, and she didn't want to see any of that. She didn't want to see anything.

***

She was left alone for the rest of the day. She knew the door was locked, and they'd probably put up every bit of warding that they could think of to keep her in, but she didn't try to get out. She didn't want to face any of them. She didn't know whether it was night or day with the lack of a window, and she didn't know how long she spent curled up on the floor, when she heard a buzzing. Slowly lifting her head, she looked around the room but couldn't see anything. She took a deep breath before forcing herself to get up, using the bed as support. She felt the vibrations under her fingers as she leaned on the bed, and she looked down to see her phone, and two texts from Sam. She unlocked her phone to read them.

9:34pm: Sam: Hey, I just want you to know that Dean and Cas aren't upset with you or anything, they get it, you just need space.

9:35pm: Sam: Also, if you need anything, just text or call. At least one of us will be in the bunker at all times. We're here if you need us. Love you.

She sighed and put the phone back on the bed. She felt frustrated, angry, but also strangely calm. The room was quiet, it was dark, and she was alone. She lay down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Why was she still alive? Why had Amara left? All she could remember was dark emptiness, for months, and then suddenly everything was bright and loud and Dean was there. Her body had been used for months, she had no idea what for, but she knew she needed to find Amara. She needed answers, and she needed revenge. Her mind wandered to different scenarios where she faced the Darkness again, and how that might play out. The scenarios slowly turned to dreams as she fell asleep.

***

[Y/N] stayed in the room for three days without contacting anyone. Cas had brought down food and water at regular intervals, but she never acknowledged him as he came or went. The brothers hadn't come down, probably thinking Cas was safest if she used her powers again, but both Sam and Dean had texted her to see if she wanted to talk, wanted to get out, or if she needed anything. She'd ignored them. When she woke up on the fourth day, she decided that she needed to get out and find Amara. The only way to do that was convince the guys that she was okay. So, she texted Sam that morning asking for him to come down and talk to her.

"Hey, I brought you some breakfast". Sam said he walked into the room. [Y/N] was sitting on the edge of the bed and she noticed how unsure Sam looked.

"Can you sit with me?" She asked, and the worry on his face changed to confusion, which he quickly caught and changed it to a smile.

"Yeah, sure, of course". He brought the tray over and sat down beside [Y/N]. She took the tray from him and started to eat.

"How... how are you?" Sam asked.

"I feel better. I don't remember anything, just dark and quiet, that's why I was kinda overwhelmed when you guys found me. Too much light and noise".

"That's understandable. So you don't remember anything at all?" He asked and she shook her head.

"No, one minute I was with Dean, we were fighting Amara, then nothing. For months, nothing. Then you found me".

"We looked for you, every single day [Y/N], I promise".

"I know". She smiled and him and reached over to place her hand on his. "I know".

"Do you wanna come back out? Dean and Cas are both out at the moment so it's just us. I can turn the lights down low if that would make it easier?"

"I'd like to go to my own room if that's okay? I'm okay with the light now I think".

"Yeah of course, come on, I'll walk with you". Sam stood up and offered [Y/N] his hand to help her up off the bed. "I'll clear up the food, don't worry about it". He smiled and opened up the door for them and walked her to her room in the bunker. When she got to her room she sat on her bed and started to look through her phone at all of the texts she'd been ignoring. "Is it okay if Dean or Cas come check in on you later? I know they've missed you. If you'd rather they wait a bit longer that's fine, just let me know either way". Sam said as he stood in her doorway.

"I think I just want to rest today, but maybe later this evening they could say hello?"

"Sure, got it. You need anything you just let me know". He offered her another smile before leaving and closing her door. [Y/N] sat back against the headboard and pulled her laptop over and opened it up. She was going to see if she could find anything that could point to where Amara had gone. She was going to get answers to her questions.

***

It was 11pm when Dean and Cas came knocking on her bedroom door. When she opened it up to them they were both smiling down at her, though she could tell they looked a bit uncomfortable, unsure of what they were going to be greeted with. "Hey Sweetheart, how are you doing?" Dean asked as she stood back from the door, letting them in.

"Just tired, but feeling more like myself".

"Could I take a look at you now?" Cas asked and she nodded, letting him press his fingers to her forehead. "You don't seem to have any physical injuries". He smiled at her.

"I'm really sorry for shouting at you before. And Dean, I'm really, really sorry for pushing you back like that. I hope you weren't hurt".

"Nah I was fine, don't worry about it. Sam said you were just feeling overwhelmed, it's all good". Dean said as he took a seat in the chair in the corner of her room. Cas sat down on the edge of her bed and she sat down beside him. It was quiet at first, but then Cas brought up the fact that he'd been up in heaven the previous day, and [Y/N] listened intently for any mention of Amara or her whereabouts. He said that the angels suspected she was hiding away back in Hell, off earth and away from prying eyes. She was happy to get a lead, but she tried to keep it off her face to avoid the boys suspecting her intentions. It was nearing midnight when she yawned, genuinely tired, and realised that she had been leaning her head against Cas's shoulder for awhile now.

"Looks like you should be getting some sleep. Come on Cas, let's let her get some rest". Dean said as he stood up. He walked over to them and bent down, pressing his lips to the top of her hair. "Night [Y/N], we'll see you in the morning". Cas wrapped an arm around her and gave her a light squeeze before standing up and following Dean out of the room. Once they were gone, [Y/N] began getting dressed into clothes more suitable for hunting, and she packed her bag with summoning supplies. She knew she'd have to wait a bit longer before she could sneak out, but at least now she had a plan and knew how to get some more information; Crowley.

***

At 3am, [Y/N] snuck out of the bunker. She was met by a sleeping Dean who was passed out at the map table, a bunch of papers and a laptop spread out in front of him; he'd been looking for Amara too. She managed to make it out without disturbing him, and she walked away from the bunker. She needed to find a secluded area where she could summon Crowley without anyone seeing. She didn't go too far, maybe walking for 30 minutes or so into the forest area behind the bunker. She came to a small clearing and began to lay out the supplies she'd brought. She was finishing up the incantation when she heard him.

"Well, this is a surprise".

"Crowley".

"[Y/N], tell me, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Where is Amara?"

"Last I heard, hitching a ride in you".

"She left me days ago, you can't tell me you're not aware of that. I know you had to be keeping tabs on her".

"This is the first I'm hearing of it". He shrugged and smirked at her. "Where is the rest of your tragic team? You're out here in the middle of the night on your own, after spending months possessed? Can't image any of them would be happy with that". He clicked his tongue as he shook his head disapprovingly at her.

"I can handle being out on my own, you know I can knock you down with a flick of my wrist". She glowed her red eyes at him and he glowed his back in return.

"What the fuck are you doing out here?" [Y/N] froze and Crowley smiled, glancing above her head.

"Hello Squirrel".

"Crowley? Seriously [Y/N]?"

"I need to get answers Dean". She folded her arms and turned her back to Crowley to face Dean.

"I get that, I do, trust me, but we work together. You can't go wandering off on your own in the middle of the night to summon demons in the middle of nowhere".

"We were just having a nice conversation, a catch up really". Crowley said and Dean glared at him and pointed a finger at him.

"You shut up. Go back to Hell, be useful for once and find Amara". He moved his finger then to point at [Y/N]. "You come back to the bunker with me now, we need to talk".

"What, am I in trouble? I can take care of myself".

"Yeah? And if you come across Amara what exactly are you going to do to stop her from possessing you again? You couldn't do shit last time".

[Y/N] didn't have an answer to this. She just rolled her eyes before turning back around to Crowley, but he was gone. She sighed and began to collect her stuff and put it back into her bag, avoiding Dean's gaze as she did so. They walked back to the bunker in silence, and were met with Cas and Sam once they got back.

"Where did you go?" Sam asked as they walked down the steps.

"She decided to meet with Crowley". Dean explained as [Y/N] attempted to walk straight past them and to her room. She was promptly stopped by Sam's hands on her shoulders.

"Are you okay?" He looked down at her and she was surprised to see no trace of anger, only concern.

"Yeah, I just want to go to bed, so please excuse me". She shrugged Sam's hands off her and left the three of them standing there while she went to her room. She was sure they were going to stay up for awhile talking about her, but she just shut her door and got into her bed, trying to push everything out of her head so she could sleep.

***

The next few weeks were tough. She was on lockdown, at least one of the boys were always either in the same room as her, or by the entrance of the bunker. There was no way she was getting out again on her own. She hadn't actually left the bunker at all since her meeting with Crowley. She had taken to sitting in her room a lot, sifting through online reports of unusual activity, or looking through the bunker's archives under the supervision of Sam, or occasionally being forced to watch a movie or Netflix with either Dean or Cas. She also tended to see at least one of them every night when she'd wake up screaming, usually from a nightmare where she felt like she was drowning or suffocating in darkness.

She wasn't actively avoiding them during the day, she'd had conversations with each of them, and as time went on she was talking to them more and more, but she needed to get out of the bunker. One morning when she was having breakfast with all of them in the kitchen, she was relieved to hear a 'so get this' from Sam as he scrolled through something on his laptop. He read out an article which sounded very much like a werewolf, only an hour or so from the bunker. Dean had asked Cas to stay behind with her while he and Sam went out on the case, but she immediately argued and said she needed to get out and hunt something. After a long conversation, they eventually all agreed to let her go with them on the condition that she always stay within eyesight of one of them.

***

"What the hell was that?" Dean asked, his grip tight on the steering wheel. He was driving the Impala with Sam beside him, and [Y/N] and Cas in the back. They were all covered in blood and dirt from the hunt, which turned out to be three werewolves. "I'm talking to you [Y/N]". Dean glared at her in the rearview mirror when she didn't say anything.

"What was what?"

"Oh please, don't play dumb with me. You know what, you basically let that werewolf sink its claws into your shoulder".

"No I didn't, it caught me off guard".

"You literally have powers, you can sense everything around you, there's no way you would let a wolf get that close to you if you weren't distracted". Sam said as he turned around in his seat to face her. "We shouldn't have brought you out with us, it was too soon".

"I'm not a child". She glared at him.

"Could've fooled me". Dean said and she moved her glare from Sam to the back of Dean's head.

"I saw you freeze. You saw the werewolf coming for you and you didn't do anything". Cas said. [Y/N] swallowed nervously, afraid her tough exterior wasn't as convincing as she thought it was, and looked out of her window, avoiding eye contact with any of them. She couldn't argue with Cas after he'd just healed her.

"[Y/N], we're just worried about you. The nightmares, the obsessive researching, you're not yourself. We miss you, we just want you to be okay".

"I'll be okay when we find and kill Amara". She said, not taking her eyes off the window but she could tell they were exchanging looks behind her.

"Let us help you. Let us be there for you". Sam said, but she didn't reply. They didn't try to talk to her for the rest of the ride home.

***

The darkness was back. [Y/N] was drowning, there was no light, no way to know which way was up. She couldn't find a way out, she was stuck. She held her breath for as long as she could, her heart beating fast, tears streaming down her face. Her lungs were burning when she finally opened her mouth, a scream escaping. She struggled to catch her breath when she realised she was no longer in complete darkness, but she could see the desk in the corner of her room, the glow of her laptop on it. She was in her bed, she was safe for now. Her door opened and Sam rushed in, going straight to her bedside.

"Hey, hey, breathe. You're okay, you're in the bunker, you're safe". He pulled her towards him and she grabbed his shirt, still crying and struggling to breathe. "Match my breathing, take some nice deep breaths, come on, I've got you". He ran his hand up and down her back slowly. She slowly regained control over her breathing. Normally at this stage after a nightmare she would urge them to leave her alone, convincing them that she was okay. This time however, the tears didn't stop. She cried into Sam's shirt and he held her, just letting her get it out.

"I-I need y-your help". She sniffed and kept her grip on him tight.

"You have my help. And Dean's, and Cas'. We're here for you, okay? You're safe with us. We'll get you your answers, but we need to do it the right way". She nodded into his shoulder. They stayed like that for some time, Sam continuing to whisper comforting words in her ear and stroke her back while she gradually stopped crying. When she pulled back from him he wiped her eyes. "Come back to us. We need you too". She nodded at him. She missed the old version of herself too. She missed enjoying movie nights with Dean, enjoying documentaries with Cas, enjoying research and working out with Sam. She missed going on hunts and working together. It had all felt like a chore ever since she got back. She had been treating everything like an unnecessary distraction from looking for Amara. She missed who she was.

"Hey kiddo". She looked up to see Dean in her doorway, Cas standing behind him.

"Hey". Her voice was quiet. She stood up, Sam supporting her, and she walked over to Dean. She briefly made eye contact with him before leaning into him and burying her face in his chest, arms wrapping around his waist. He hugged her back, one hand pressing onto her back and the other on her head. He kissed the top of her head.

"I've missed you". He murmured into her hair.

"I'm sorry".

"We'll help you, but you've got to work with us".

"I will".

"Good". Dean cleared his throat when she pulled away from him, looking up she could see his eyes were watery. Cas walked around him and he pulled her into a hug of his own.

"I'm sorry I've been distant Cas". She said.

"It's okay, maybe we can watch that new bee documentary tomorrow?" He asked, his eyes full of hope.

"Yeah, that would be nice". She looked from him to Dean, and from Dean to Sam. "I'm really lucky to have all of you".

"We're lucky to have you too". Cas said and he tightened his hug. It was going to be some time before she was back to being her old self again, but she was ready to try. She felt loved, and she decided that was enough for now, the revenge could wait. She knew they wanted Amara gone just as much as she did, and she knew they worked best when they all worked together. It would be a long journey, but tomorrow at least would be better, a step in the right direction.

The end

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[gothicflowers]

Wait for me pt.1

Captain John Price x Reader

Warning: fluff, major fluff and feelings, John and y/n finally deal with feelings

You never expected to get to this point. Your last mission as a soldier was successful and completed. You had done your time with the 141 for several years now but your soul began craving a domestic life away from the bullets and adrenaline rush. A home in the pine trees with dogs and a few kids and someone to keep you warm at night. The decision leave not a easy one to make. The past year you’ve been staying for a handsome bearded man that made your heart race. But he’s your superior, your boss. You hadn’t told him yet, that you’re leaving. You didn’t want to leave him but knowing that you both being on the 141 your relationship was strictly forbidden. Everyone in 141 assumed you and price where practically married at this point.

His soft humming you could hear, his cologne you could smell when he put in on in the morning thanks to the useless vent connecting your walls. He smelled of rich tobacco, leather and musk. He occupied every one of your senses except for touch.

Many late nights you’d both share what you wanted out of life. Him, a spouse and some kids running around. You wanted the same. You craved him like water in a desert, and he needed you like the air in his lungs. But it was time to move on, live a life away from showering blood out of your hair at night. But mourning a relationship that you never really had, that was going to be the hard part.

Unknowingly to you price had started growing tired. Tired of the constant pain and mental tax of the job. He was finally ready to hang up his coat. But you kept him here. Your soft skin, bright smile, and your soul that brought a room of disgruntled men back to a state of comfort. He didn’t know how to ask you to run away with him so he continued to imagine your soft lips against his, your warm body snuggled against his broad chest.

Grabbing the handle to his room/office you let yourself in locking the door behind you. It never bothered price you letting yourself in. When you where there was the only time his space felt like home to him.

“Who’s there” his voice deep and booming through the space.

“John, it’s me where are you”

Steam from the shower was rolling underneath the bathroom door and a deep voice replied back.

“Y/N darling I’m almost done, be out in a moment”

John’s room was much bigger than yours, the entrance was just his office but a private bedroom with a king size bed was by the door next to the bathroom. His bathroom was the only one with a tub on the base. Several times John let you soak in it when your back was hurting. He didn’t like seeing you in pain. You made your way to his bedroom and laid on the edge of the soft bed waiting for him.

The sound of the water shutting off signaling your heart to start racing. The rustling of a towel could be heard along with low grumbles. Price emerged from the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist. It was so low on his hips you can almost see the patch of hair his happy trail was leading to. Unconsciously you licked your lips, your eyes still traveling up to his broad chest.

“See something you like love”

Sitting up your eyes finally snapping up to meet his. Desire filled his eyes, you could jump his bones right now.

“Very funny price, but we need to talk” your voice was quite, nervous almost.

He could tell by your body language that whatever you had to say was serious and worried you. So unlike you. He slowly moved infront of you. You sat on the edge of the bed, legs dangling. Sheepishly looking down noticing his groin directly across from you then quickly looking to the side to avoid gawking.

“I’m leaving, retiring actually.”

His face dropped, eyes started glossing over.

“No, please. You can’t-”

You looked up at him

“John, I want a life outside of this”

“What are you talking about”

“We both know we can’t be here together. I can’t stay here forever and wait for you when I can never have-“

Your throat was getting tight

“Wait for me”

He kneeled infront of you. Droplets of water falling from his damp hair onto his shoulders.

“What do you mean”

Taking your small hands into his bear sized ones.

“Y/n I love you, I know you love me too. Give me a few weeks, at most a few months to pick a replacement and get everything settled. Everything we talked about, everything you want. I will give you the world if you let me”

“John I can’t ask you to”

“You’re not asking, I want you. I want to live in the cabin in the mountains you talk about all the time. I want you to get as many corgis as you want. Maybe some kids running around some day”

He was begging, he couldn’t lose you. You held his world in the palm of your hands and he’d never find someone like you in this lifetime. You’re everything he’s every wanted, everything he’s ever needed. He stood up quickly and held your face in his hands. You didn’t even realize your eyes where filling with tears until one rolled down your cheeks as he wiped it away.

“John-”

“Love I don’t want to imagine the rest of my life without you. I want to marry you and spend eternity with you” his deep voice was so gentle

“Then promise me you will price. Because I don’t want to lose you two years down the road because you miss this life. Promise me that if we both leave we don’t look back.”

“I promise you y/n”

A smile overcame your face with a few tears of joy. You stood up to him, you wanted to smother him in kisses when suddenly he was wide eyed and a thought ran through his head

“Wait hold on love I- just- one moment”

This man knew how to his pause on a perfect moment.

He ran over to his desk in the office and started rummaging through the drawers. Whatever he was looking for it was stressing him that he couldn’t find it. A giggle left your lips. Finally he came back into the room, hands clasped together. He took a deep breath and guided you to the middle of the room. Both your hands in his he got on one knee

“Y/N, most perfect and beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on will you marry me” he was grinning ear to ear.

“Of course John”

From his back pocket he pulled out a very old velvet box. A ring with a rather large stone laid inside. It was beautiful. He carefully slipped it onto your finger.

He stood up and gently grabbed you by the waist pulling you in close into a passionate kiss. Fireworks, breathtaking, none of that could describe this kiss. Finally you both needed to breathe. He forehead touching yours.

“I love you so much y/n”

“And I love you John Price”

“When do you have to leave” he asked not wanting to let this moment end.

“The last plane leaving for home leaves in 15 minutes. Laswell already filled my departure paperwork and I have to be on the plane out of here”

“Well, I imagine you already packed your bags and left them outside my door. It’s a five minute walk to the airstrip. So we have ten minutes to makeup for the past several years of not kissing because lord knows I’m not going to let our first time together be a quickie love.” His eyes where dark and deep with desire, like a starved wolf looking at a sheep.

“Best get to it then John”

Ten minutes, entangled in each other. Desperate, hot, heavy kisses. He scattered them across your neck surely leaving a few love bites to remind you of him when you look in the mirror the next week. Your hands roamed across is strong arms, broad chest and shoulders. You somehow where sitting in his lap.

“John, it’s time”

you didn’t want it to stop. You could live in this moment forever in time. His lips departing your neck with one final kiss. His arms wrapped around you keeping you close. A sigh of ecstasy and sadness.

“I guess it is my love”

You both got to his door, before opening it he gave you one last passionate kiss. He hated that he couldn’t hold your hand walking to the aircraft, he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs that you where finally his. Side by you arrived to the plane where the rest of 141 waited to say their goodbyes. There was a strong chance you’d never see them again. Handshakes and hugs where exchanged.

Getting on the plane you took one final look at the man you’d wait for. Hopefully not for long.

John’s POV:

I don’t want her to go. I want to keep her in my arms where I can hold her, protect her, kiss her. But she will be mine forever soon. I’ll talk to laswell once I get back inside to start the process of leaving. Why didn’t I tell I loved her sooner.

The rest of the guys had headed back inside, just Simon and myself watching the jet with precious cargo take off. Pulling a cigar out of my pocket I light it and take a seat next to Simon.

“So was your grandmothers ring a promise ring” Simon said.

“I asked her to marry me” my eyes still fixed on the jet growing further in the distant sky.

“Congratulations my friend, you two will make a fine couple” Simon was always nagging on me to confess to her.

“Thanks bud” a smile crept onto my face

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Pt.2 will be posted soon!

#captain john price #john price #price x reader #price x y/n #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #call of duty #flowerwrites

[gabriels-wings-of-freedom]

Ok so, Castiel Idea, A Cute/Fluffy Fanfic of Castiel x Reader where he proposes, BUT he's like super awkward/nervous about asking🥰🥰🥰

I can try!💖 Hope you enjoy!

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Take My Hand

Castiel wants to try something. He understands the importance and value of his decision, and he hopes that you say yes.

He knows what he wants, has a vague understanding of what's supposed to happen, and has spent countless hours sitting and staring into space thinking about it. This has disturbed a multitude of people, whether it be at a park or a cafe. However, they didn't know the decisions he was making in his head.

Castiel wanted to marry you.

As an angel, it seems pointless for him to want to form such a commitment with a human, assuming you would even say yes. You would die long before him. However, your soul would go to heaven, and there he could see you and be with you for eternity. At least, that's the perfection that Castiel imagines. The other angels might have some words to say about that.

But that was a problem for later. He had a bigger problem right now, and that was proposing to you. Sure, he understood the general concept, but according to other things he's heard, it was a lot more complicated than what he was thinking. So, he went to some reliable sources for advice.

"Marry Y/N? Well, you have to buy a ring or otherwise it's not very serious." Sam had told him.

"Just buy Y/N a ring pop. It always works." Dean told him in a joking matter. Castiel took him seriously until Sam told him not to.

"I could make a whole scene for you Cassie. Just tell me what you want." Gabriel was willing to help his brother angel out here, but Castiel didn't know what he wanted.

"You must be pretty desperate to ask me for help." Crowley was indeed a state of desperation: "But there is no right or wrong way to propose. You just do it."

The angel was now at a crossroads because he was even more lost than before. He then watched countless movies to figure out a perfect way to propose. In the end, he figured that he just needs to ask and there was no way around that. Still, Gabriel dragged him out to help Castiel buy you the perfect ring.

When you got a message to meet Castiel at the park, you were suspicious. He's always up to something or was in trouble or something along those lines. The angel always needed some kind of help, which you were happy to provide. So, ignoring the mysterious smirks that Dean was giving you, you drove to meet Castiel.

The angel was unlike the man you normally saw. The guy sitting on the bench was bouncing his leg, looking every which way, and if you could see his wings, you would notice them fluttering about in nervousness. You would know the reason soon, but as of right now, the sound of your voice made him jump like a cat just as a jogger went by.

"Cas, what's up? Did you do something wrong?" You asked, noticing his unusual behavior.

"I...No...At least, I don't think so." Castiel responded, taking a moment to swallow nervously as his thoughts ran around his brain. You giggled, nodding.

"So...what do you need?" You asked, returning the conversation back to him, looking for the reason he invited you out here. The realization caused his cheeks to turn pink.

"Um...I need a favor." The angel said, his heart working faster than his brain. He's never felt so nervous before.

In a split second, Castiel reached inside his trench coat for the ring, but at the same time, he went down on one knee. It would only happen to him, but his coat was caught under his shoe. So, as he bent down, the sudden tug caused him to loose his balance. Castiel was now a sight as he struggled to catch his footing while juggling a small velvet box in his hands like it was a hot potato. The panic in his eyes is what made the whole thing funny, but now he was more of a nervous wreck. Finally, he was able to get a grip (physically and emotionally), and the angel quickly went on one knee and popped the question before he could embarrass himself further.

"You will marry me." He said, opening the little box only for the ring to be shown to him instead of you. Not to mention the phrasing of his words.

So much for not embarrassing himself further.

"I-I mean...Will you marry me?" Castiel quickly corrected himself as he flipped the velvet box around so you could see the small diamond ring he got for you.

Meanwhile, you were trying to process everything as he stared up at you with hope and nervousness in his blue eyes.

"Cas...what prompted this?" You were overjoyed, happy that the man you love would ask such a question. But you never expected Castiel to do so, and you were curious.

"I know I'm an angel, and I know I can live for eternity...but I just want you. I just want you to have a ring on your finger and be called mine. So many other people have happiness like that in their lives...I want to experience it with you...I love you..." His sappy explanation ended in some tears from him. Tears that Castiel was desperately trying to shield from you. But you just got on your knees and wrapped your hands around his as they held onto that ring.

"Don't cry Cas...Yes, I will marry you." You told him, heart swelling from his loving words. However, that seemed to turn him more into an emotionally mess as he shakily placed that beautiful ring on your finger.

"I love you too." You told him as you both stood up and went in for a hug. He continued to try and control his tears as you rubbed his back. You then moved to kiss his cheek before kissing his lips.

After a couple minutes passed, Castiel had calmed down and you guys had found a place to sit in the park. You were cuddled into his side, admiring the ring you know he didn't pick out on his own.

"So...what comes next?" The angel was still a bit clueless in human traditions. He got the proposal down, and he knew a wedding was next. He just didn't know how to get that done.

"You leave that to me." You said with a grin and he smiled back, looking relieved. Then, he moved his arm and began to fish around for something in his pocket.

"By the way...I got you something else." Castiel said and you softened, getting a bit flustered.

"Cas...you didn't have to..." Your voice trailed off as you watched him pull out a small plastic wrapper. Once presented to you, you realized he was gifting you a ring pop.

"In case the first ring didn't work out. I heard this always works." He said with a proud smile. You just laughed, not knowing that he actually believed his words. Afterwards, you continued to lovingly spend time with each other as you envisioned the future together, and Castiel didn't know what he was so worried about in the firstplace.

...

"I got it alllllll on video!" Gabriel's voice resonated through the bunker as he magically appeared in there, holding a video camera proudly in his hand.

Sam nearly tripped on the stairs and Dean fell backwards in the chair he was sitting on in excitement, leaving his pie in the process. Both boys ran over excitedly to the archangel who spied on their friends.

"He didn't see you?" Sam asked and Gabriel gave him a "bitch please" look as he flipped open the camera to show his hard work.

"I'm the Trickster...All I had to do was look like your everyday jogger and I was in the clear." Gabriel said as he played the proposal to them. Dean immediately began to snicker as Castiel fell on his ass.

"You think it's funny now. You'd be laughing more if you saw his wings during that fiasco...I'm surprised Cassie didn't fly away." Gabriel snickered. As they continued to watch with humor in their eyes, they couldn't deny that the whole thing was also very sweet. Even Dean thought so, and they were all happy for the angel.

...

"Dammit Cas...He actually gave Y/N a ring pop..."

#supernatural #supernatural imagines #supernatural castiel #castiel #castiel x reader #castiel imagine

[caffeine-clouds]

Sonic Characters At Parties

In the spirit of the fact it's my birthday, teehee -wanted to make a headcanon post about what the characters do/how they they act at parties (not necessarily birthday ones!)

Sonic: This man is the life of the party (Pt. 1) - in the wise words of Kesha, the party don't start until he walks in. He's loud, he breakdances, he belts in karaoke, and he shovels food in his face. Get him on the music because he's about to play the sickest beats. However, this comes at the cost of Sonic needing a total 'me' day to himself after. He fucks off and runs to spend time all day by himself in nature to recharge his social battery.

He's a professional troll when invited to fancy gatherings - and will find a way to play innapropriate music on the speakers.

Tails: A lot more muted compared to his friend, but he tries to get involved with the party in every way he can. He'll join Sonic on the dance floor and somehow can do a robot dance better than Omega can (everyone is still trying to figure out how that works). He won't sing karaoke unless he's singing in a group though, and in the case of birthday parties - this fox WILL find a way to sneak an extra slice of cake. Will also help Sonic in his music antics at fancy gatherings.

Knuckles: In most instances, he stands awkwardly by the snacks like an NPC in the corner not knowing what to do with himself until he's dragged to the dance floor by his more extroverted friends. Sonic drags Knuckles into a dance battle and they become the centre of the attention because these boys can DANCE. Somehow they end the night on the karaoke stage singing a duet of Breaking Free from High School Musical - screaming the lyrics to each other off-key, but pouring their souls into the performance.

Amy: She planned the party - without her - there isn't a party. She knows everyone's favourite snacks and everyone cheers when they see her reveal whatever cake she made for their birthday. She's a fellow life of the party (Pt. 2) - getting herself involved with the dancing and while not the greatest singer- gives her all in karaoke. She's also insanely good at party games and you know for a fact that she's going to find a way to incorporate truth or dare into the night.

Rouge: Girl has a mission, okay? And that's to stir up as much chaos as possible. She's life of the party (Pt. 3) - and uses the opportunity to get as much gossip as possible. She causes trouble and has so much fun doing it - last time, she managed to make a food fight break out and it was the time of everyone's lives. She basically wins almost any party game she joins but that's usually because she's shamelessly cheating. Either way, she also enjoys dancing and singing in the karaoke - and has got a pretty decent voice actually.

If she's ever invited out somewhere high class, girl is leaving that party several times richer.

Shadow: He warps in, takes a slice of cake, and leaves. Rouge signed his name in the happy birthday card, that's enough right?

He made one exception to this on Rouge's last birthday party where he actually joined in on things. He spent the first half brooding in the corner with a plastic cup of punch until the Sonic and Knuckles dance battle broke out. Sonic taunted Shadow to get involved - and get involved he did. No one could have been prepared for how fucking good Shadow was - putting Sonic and Knuckles to shame. Was that the end of the surprises? No, because he busted out broadway vocals during karaoke. Perks of being the Ultimate Life Form.

Silver: In complete contrast to the above hedgehog, Silver has a great time at parties - but he sucks ass at dancing. He's giving it his all but he's totally off time and his movements are just... very bizzarre, or they're just giving nothing. They're the equivelent of the "go white boy go" meme. But he's trying his best and he's having such a good time that no one can fault him. He also doesn't mind giving karaoke a try but isn't amazing at it either, but nothing can kill this man's vibes.

Blaze: She's a lot more reserved in parties compared to her friends and tends to stand off to the side a bit while everyone else is being loud and wacky. She CAN dance... but her dancing style is more ballet than anything else. She joins in a bit but usually goes off the dance floor after a couple of dances, happy to linger by the snacks. However, she has beautiful vocals in karaoke - and the party takes a moment to slow down as Blaze treats them to a soft ballad.

Omega: Doesn't even wanna be here, but hey - Rouge drug him to it, what's a robot to do? He doesn't care if it's someone else's birthday, HE'S the one who gets to destroy the pinata. He might join in a dance or two with enough coaxing and his hidden bluetooth speaker function often comes in handy. But overall, would much rather stay at home with Shadow.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #sonic headcanons #sonic shitpost #tails the fox #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #rouge the bat #shadow the hedgehog #e 123 omega #silver the hedgehog #blaze the cat

[kiyolovesart23]

Cry me a river

As promised a neuvillette piece however, I’ve decided to make it angst cause why not (sorry yall don’t throw tomatoes please)

Slight Ayato x fem

Angst

Neuvillette x fem!reader

It all started on a warm sunny day, birds were cheeping and the weather was signifying a happy happy day, but then why is it that her mood was so sad? Sour even. She paced around here and there wondering if she should actually voice her thoughts and finally she decided to do so.

Neuvillette snapped back into reality after he heard what she just told him, after all he didn’t quite understand what she told him or maybe he didn’t want to process it.

“P-pardon dearest?”

“Yes, I said it, I think maybe we should part ways neuvillette..”

She was always a strong minded person and she was never to back down from a challenge, so why was she stepping down from the love of her life? She didn’t want to in all fairness but the people of Fontaine seek something else. Neuvillette is the chief justice after all, only someone as strong as clorinde would be suitable for him. So when she went her way back from grocery shopping to have once heard this conversation among Fontaine people, she felt her heart break, she never let anyone else’s words dictate her life but this thought plagued her mind for days. And unfortunately neuvillette wasn’t there for those days beside her to reassure her.

“You wish for us to separate?.. w-why..?”

She felt his heart break and his voice quiver which in turn made her own heart break and at last she finally poured out her feelings and thoughts.

“Let’s face it neuvillette.. you.. you and I we.. were a whole different league.. I’m just a petty lawyer and you’re.. chief justice.. I’m not worth your time.. you deserve people like.. *her voice quivered* like… clorinde.. not me.. I’m..” she stopped… her tears blurred her vision and she couldn’t see anymore

“Darling… who told you that..? You’re not a waste of my time infact I’m so lucky I got with you, you’ve opened my eyes on how it feels like to love and to be comfortable around someone, you’ve given me joy even at my lowest so, don’t you think I should do the same for you? If it’s anyone that I wasn’t to spend my life with it’s you, I don’t care what others think and neither should you so.. please…”

She forgot to add one last detail however…

“No. I’m moving to Inazuma.. my hometown, my partners have enthroned me to the commissioner.. my childhood friend..” she said with a heavy heart.. she didn’t want to leave him but she couldn’t go against her parents either..

“What..? Darling you possibly ca-“

“Yes! Yes I am”

No. No I don’t want to.

Without saying anything she leaves, slamming his office door shut and neuvillette.. he falls in his chair, tears forming in his eyes

While you went to Inazuma the next day Fontaine was raining for a couple of days, weeks even, neuvillette couldn’t stop brooding, he was more serious and sad than ever. He didn’t open his heart to anyone else, hoping you would come back

Hoping you would come back to him again.

ITS VERY POORLY WRITTEN KM SORRY TO DISAPPOINT 🙁🙁🙁

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR PULLS BBGS YALL WILL GET THE OTTER, meanwhile im team ayato, lmk in the messages thingie if you want pt two of this or maybe Ayato😏😏😏😏

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[serene-starss]

𝕾𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌

Paring: Tobias Forge & Reader

Warnings: suicidal thoughts/intentions, mention of death

“I eh, I understand these emotions and thoughts are hard to have.” He said, a comforting hand on the small of my back as he sat down on the wet concrete curb of the road.

I sniffle, trying not to cry at the kind gesture, “It’s ok, you don’t have to stay out here and convince me everything is sunshine and rainbows.” Three or four tears run down my raw cheeks as I simply blink

“Nothing is sunshine and rainbows,” he says as he gently starts moving his hand in a circular motion, his presence alone is soothing. Maybe being a family guy is why he’s so kind, and being the ‘Big Boss’ so firm and honest. It’s a good mix for a guy like him.

I look at the cigarette in my hand as the burning ember falls off and goes cold as it lands on the cool pavement that’s just barely wet from whatever rain or sewer leaked from outside the hotel at this time.

The street light highlighted our faces like we wore clown makeup, but to think about it, it is silly that such a sophisticated man would sit outside in the cold just to comfort a hired musician.

Laughs echo from inside the building, and warm light pools out of the windows decorated for whatever season it was supposed to be

I cry softly, putting a hand on my forehead. I want him to go inside because I don’t want him to spoil and rot like every other gram of happiness or joy that has been near me. “A black hole is what I am, I don’t want to swallow anyone who already hasn’t been.” I crow as the continued sound of joy hurts my heart.

“I’m not a scientist but black holes create new matter like planets do they not? So maybe we’re all just the aftermath of someone like you.” He says softly, I hear the exhaustion of the day in his sweet voice as he tries to cheer me up.

“I can’t do it.” I simply say as I hide my face in my knees as my cheeks fill with air and I stop myself from letting out a loud cry.

“Yes you can,” he says as he scoots closer to me, I know he’s not a therapy friend but just like before his fatherly and leading nature makes him simply incredible to be around. “You can because I did, and I know nobody wants to be compared to others but we are constantly changing”

I sigh heavily, “Except you mean something, your are worth something, and you have millions of fans and undying love from people. You’ve saved people's lives.” I say

“Yes but..” he thinks for a moment, “I mean it wasn’t too long ago I was just picking up a phone for money and doodling logos on napkins.”

I look up at him with puffy red eyes.

“I was In the same position when I felt all alone and helpless when someone very close to me passed away suddenly. I know how it feels to be at the bottomless pit of nothing” he said as he rested his elbows on his knees.

I wipe my nose on my sleeve, “I just…”

“You just need something or someone to keep you going,” He looks at me and flashes a smile.

“I already have one, thank you, I guess I should’ve said,” I say as more tears roll down my cheeks.

“For what? I told you I don’t mind coming out here, it’s because your my friend, band mate and I ca-“ he tries to finish before I cut him off, “for saving me, your truly the nicest and most understanding person ever.” I start to sob.

His face softens and he wraps me in a tight yet delicate hug, “I’m sorry you needed saving.”

I try not to get snot or tears on the back of his jacket as I melt into it, “thank you”

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