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monstersflashlight · 2 days

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I’m so sorry because I’m always the one that’s like, ‘part 2’, and yeah. So, I just want to apologize for that before I say;

Alien inspection part two?

It was so good it made my genitalia quake.

Per popular request, here it is the alien inspection part 2. If you haven’t read the first it’s here. First of all, I want to say thanks to everyone who liked this story, it was very experimental for me and the feedback was amazing. As per everyone who requested more of it, thank you! It’s so nice to see that people enjoy my writing and want more of it. Hope it meets your expectations. <3

Alien inspection: the confrontation

alien x fem!reader || degradation/humiliation, restrains, double penetration, groping, dub-con, CNC

It takes you three days to find him again, calling in a couple favors from other humans at the space base until you find the damn alien. You are mad on every human’s behalf. He took advantage of you, he lied to you, and he ended up fingering you until you were coming so hard you saw stars. That wasn’t okay. That was rude. So found him. And you were going to call him out on his bullshit.

You stomp your way to him at the cafeteria. “Hey you!” You scream next to him. The other aliens with him all look at you like you are going mad. Maybe you are.

“What?” The alien doctor looks at you like he doesn’t recognize you. How dare he? “Who are you?” He asks finally, raising your anger to the point of boiling.

You look up at him as he stands up, your height difference once more making you feel small. But your anger is enough to make you feel like a giant. “What? You don’t even remember the humans you finger fuck? You are a piece of trash!” You scream. Everyone is staring at you two, you are making a scene. He looks like nothing is happening, but truth be told, you don’t understand alien features so well, yet.

“I don’t remember you, but apparently you do. But we are not having this conversation here.” He tells you under his breath, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the cafeteria. You think you heard some other alien say something about crazy humans. You don’t mind them as he leads the way.

“Let me go!” You pull your hand away the second you are behind a closed door. It looks like the medical room from the first day, but this one is bigger, and the walls aren’t bare. It looks like some kind of office. His office? Probably. It would make sense for him to have a medical table there, for private consults or something.

“So, who are you again?” He asks, clearly uninterested. You are fuming.

“You fuck humans because you have a kink and then you forget, what a piece of shit alien you are,” you curse him. His face remains calm and that makes something inside of you tick, infuriated.

“I do. I’m not going to deny that.” You are speechless at his acceptance, you thought he would deny it or something, try to sell you a different story, but no. He’s looking at you like you are stupid, and you start to feel like maybe you are. What were you expecting coming after him like this? He’s not going to apologize.

“You lied to me. You said I was your first human.” You try to keep the hurt away from your tone, but it’s fruitless. That’s the real reason you looked for him after all, you wanted him. You knew it was wrong and weird, but the orgasm he gave you was the best you ever had, and you needed a repeat. Fuck, you are depraved.

He didn’t even flinch as he confesses: “I tell that to everyone, I like them naive.” He smirks with his big mouth and strange features, making a shiver run down your spine and heat pool in your lower abdomen.

“What a piece of shit,” you curse again, almost spitting on him.

“Why are you really here, human? You want an apology? A repeat?” You shake your head, but he sees right through you. “Oh, so that’s it… You are one of those. I don’t remember you but I bet you didn’t try to fight me, did you? You enjoyed yourself. So much that you are here for more. What a depraved filthy human…” He looks at you without expression, like he’s completely neutral in this situation. You feel embarrassment creep up your cheeks as he stares at you with his weird big pupils. It’s disconcerting and creepy, but you can’t stop wanting him. What the fuck is wrong with you?

“What did you do to me? Why I’m craving this?” You ask, confused with yourself and with him. You don’t understand what’s happening, you shouldn’t feel the way you do. You shouldn’t be this wet just being close to him. This alien must have done something to you.

“I didn’t do anything to you. I enjoyed your body and you came for more. Color me surprised, human. No one before you came looking for more.” You sputter, trying to come up with a response but failing. His hand with too long fingers caresses your cheek and grabs your hair, pulling your head back. He leans down, his face close to yours as he says: “I’m going to enjoy your whorish human nature.”

And then everything happens so fast you can’t fully process his words. One second he’s in front of you and you are standing, and next second you are on the table with weird tubes holding your arms and legs down. You are spread completely, your body restrained as he stares at you. He turns his back and start rummaging in a drawer. Your anxiety spikes as he turns around and shows you one phallic device that resemble an earth dildo and some kind of suction cups.

You try to get free from the cables, but they aren’t bulging. “Let me go. I didn’t ask for this.” You bet you look pathetic, tied to a metal table struggling to get free. You can feel your skirt riding up, your thighs exposed, your panties almost exposed.

He looks at you like you are an interesting specimen before responding. “Oh no, human, you definitely did. You came looking for me, made a scene in front of my coworkers and then asked me why I didn’t fuck you again? You are just a stupid human whore, and lucky for you, I like my humans stupid. Just like you.” His smug tone is so different from the nice and collected he used last time. He was so convincing that you believed him, and now you are tied to a table in his office, feeling stupid and so turned on you could cry.

“I’m not stupid!” You try to argue, but it’s fruitless as he rips your shirt away before you can tell him to fuck off, exposing your breasts to the cold air and making your nipples pebble instantly.

“Oh! Now I remember, those tits are one of the best specimens I’ve seen.” The fact that he didn’t remember your face but he remembered your breast makes you want to fold into yourself and disappear. For him, you aren’t nothing else than a set of tits and holes to play with. And for some reason, that makes your pussy tingle. Fuck. He slaps one of your tits and you moan, instantly getting embarrassed. He looks at you the same way he did the first time: like an experiment. “This time I don’t even have to ask you to open your legs, you are already spread for me,” he teases, amused.

He rolls up your skirt, exposing your lacy panties and making your whole body flush, mortified. “You put me in this position, you sicko!” He chuckles at your weak response, completely aware that you aren’t as opposed to this as you say.

“Human, stop embarrassing yourself. Let’s make a deal, if I touch you right now and you aren’t dripping wet I will stop, okay? But I bet that’s not the case, is it? You are as sick as me and you want alien fingers inside your tight human puppy. How do humans call it? Oh yeah… Pussy.” Him saying that word makes something inside of you surface and a whine escapes your lips. He laughs, your translator getting weird as he does, filling with interferences. And then he rubs your opening over your panties and you scream. “As I hoped, you are a stupid whore.” He takes his fingers away and you whine again, making him snort in amusement as you groan, utterly humiliated.

He moves back to your chest, playing with your breast and pinching your nipples like he has all the time in the world. He even takes his chair and sets it next to you, getting comfortable to play with your body. You are mortified, you feel like a doll in front of him... and it turns you on. He grabs some of the devices he grabbed earlier and sets them on your abdomen, giving you a break as he positions them over your nipples. As soon as they latch, you feel a sucking sensation making you lose your mind. He looks at you with something like a smile as you groan and moan until your chest is so sensitive you start to cry and beg him to stop it. He doesn’t. He lets the weird nipple suckers there and starts caressing down your stomach.

When he gets to your panties, he doesn’t play around, in one fluid motion he pushes your panties aside and pushes two fingers inside of you to the second knuckle. “You are so wet you took my fingers so easily. What a good fuck-hole you have here.” He pushes the rest of his fingers inside, wriggling them as he tickles your cervix, making you groan and struggle. It feels so weird, you don’t even know if you like it. But he doesn’t ask, he just keeps doing that with one hand as the other flicks the suction cups over your nipples making you scream as he laughs, the weird interference in your translator making you shiver.

Tears run down your cheeks as your oversensitive nipples keep being tortured and he finger fucks you. You think that’s going to be it, but then he takes his fingers away and you cry out, asking for more, pleading him to keep going. He looks at you, zero emotions on his face as he reaches for one of the phallic devices and presses something in the bottom. It starts vibrating like a dildo, and some kind of ridges appear and disappear in a hypnotizing manner. You pant as he approaches it to your pussy.

“Say it. Say you want it. Tell me you are a stupid whore who wants this.” He teases your opening with the vibrating head and you scream, so needy and desperate you would do whatever he asked.

“I- I’m a stupid whore,” you mutter, grinding your teeth, shame filling you to the core. He looks at you expectantly, and you add: “And I want it.” He doesn’t wait anymore and pushes it inside in one solid thrust. You buckle your hips and cum instantly, gushing around it. He teases your opening around the dildo, all puffy and pink.

“So pretty.” He keeps rounding your entrance, not moving the dildo, just leaving it there as over-sensitivity rides your body. You are so tired and so stimulated your whole body feels like it’s on fire. You come again. And again. He doesn’t say anything, just stares at your pussy as it twitches around the vibrator. But then he says: “I think I’m going to play with this, too.” And touches your asshole, your never used asshole. You struggle against the restrains, but your body is so tired you can’t do anything to fight him. You try to tell him no, but before you can he shuts you up. “Shh, you are just a human hole. Shut it.” Embarrassment and humiliation feel bitter against your tongue, but your pussy doesn’t care about it was you come again.

He collects some of your fresh juices and circles your back door. He teases you for a bit, but without any heads up, he pushes one of his fingers inside, slowly. He gets it fully inside (all four of his knuckles) before adding a second one, your mind completely blown, your neurons not firing anymore. You feel so full. You are just in a constant state of orgasmic bliss as a dildo vibrates in your pussy and his fingers fuck your ass. You come again as he inserts a second finger. And again with the third. You are starting to lose your mind completely.

And then he stops. He takes his fingers away and stops the dildo and the suction cups. He takes everything away from you and starts cleaning them, without looking at you. You are a drooling teary mess on the table, your juices made a puddle under your ass and it’s starting to get very uncomfortable. You try to speak up, but your voice is completely gone after what feels like hours of crying and screaming in pleasure.

He finishes his tasks and releases your extremities, looking down at you appreciatively for the first time ever. “You did well for a human set of holes. I hope to see you again. Clean after yourself.” And he leaves. He has the audacity of turning around and leaving you there, naked and fucked out.

You hate him.

And you hate yourself more because you are already thinking when would you do it again.

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tinyprettysoyeon · 3 days

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SEX NOTE SERIES

So, I decided to do this series to celebrate my 300 followers. You can ask me to add any idol + the situation, whether male or female. The final chapter will be sunoo, regardless of which idols come first.

🌊 ⏝⠀ ⚓️ ㅤ५‌ ۟ 𓂂 ꒰੭

SEX NOTE (l.hs)

After discovering the magic book, you tried to "test" it to see if it was true, you thought nothing would happen until you heard a chuckle behind you.

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . Idol!heeseung x normal!reader

WARNINGS . magical appearance, if you saw the anime don't read this because it's not a faithful adaptation, sex (mdni), oral sex (both reciving), boobjob, boobsucking, playing with nipples, 3 rounds, sucking fingers, lmk if I missed anything else

Relase date: when i'm done with other idols requests.

SEX NOTE (p.js)

after summoning heeseung, you wandered around your room looking for any ideas. Seeing your poster of your favorite band, you thought "why not invoke the guitarist?" and that's what you did, although the situation was quickly reversed when you saw how malicious he was.

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . Rockstar!jay x fan!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), oral sex (m receiving), tease, anal sex, mouth fucking, abs licking, let me know if I left anything out

Relase date: after heeseung.

SEX NOTE (s.jy)

Your friend is jealous that, thanks to the book that HE gave you, you no longer pay attention to him, so he writes to you in that notebook in a fit of jealousy.

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . childhoodfriend!jake x normal!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), oral sex (f receiving), lots of kisses, assjob(idk if it's called that), manhandling, spanking, let me know if I missed something

Relase date: after jay.

SEX NOTE (p.sh)

you carried that notebook everywhere, even to your doctor's office. you were in the middle of writing something when the doctor interrupted you, taking the notebook out of your hands.

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . doctor!sunghoon x pacient!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), a little cnc if you think about it, teasing, fingering, masturbation (f receiving), creampie (the sword must have a sheath), let me know if I missed anything

Relase date: after jake.

SEX NOTE (y.jw)

you wanted to know if it would work to create a fictional character from your mind, but when it was time to think of the name your cat jumped into your lap and ruined everything.

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . HEAR ME OUR FIRST, I'M NOT A FURRY, READ FIRST cat-to-human!jungwon x owner!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), weird situation (HEAR ME OUT), pussy eating, nip licking, sub!won, lots of whimpering from wonie, mentions of "mommy", let me know if I missed anything

Relase date: after sunghoon.

SEX NOTE (l.jn)

after the situation with your cat, you wanted to test what would happen if you did the same with your mother's old magazine.

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . 90sModel!jeno x normal!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), unreal situation, cum on face, spit kink, eye contact, slapping, p in v, no protection but cums outside (never do that), let me know if I missed anything

Relase date: after jungwon.

SEX NOTE (k.js)

you had been on a week-long streak without using the book, a streak that was broken when you went to buy a coffee for your friend (oh, remembering Jake...) and saw the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . bartender!jongseob x costumer!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), seob is a bit depressing, it's also a bit perv, facial, nipple licking (not the ones you think), sex on the table, let me know if I missed anything

Relase date: after jeno.

SEX NOTE (y.jm)

you were liking the massage too much, why not improve it?

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . massager!karina x costumer!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), body caressing, dirty talk, rubbing, fingering, cum licking, let me know if I missed anything

Relase date: after jeongseob.

SEX NOTE (n.rk)

you were tired of your bully and his temporary girlfriend making your life miserable, so why not take revenge on both of them and get something in the process?

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . bully!niki x student!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), niki is really mean, oral sex (m reciving), anal, fingering, some hickeys, infidelity, squirting, let me know if I missed something

Relase date: after karina.

SEX NOTE (k.sn)

you shouldn't have been greedy, you shouldn't have to carry that stupid book everywhere, now you lost it. and the worst part? it fell into the wrong hands, now you're fucked.

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . nerd!obsessive!classmate!sunoo x oblivious!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), probably cnc, ropes to tie you, pussy eating, thigh job, creampie, cum eating, let me know if I missed anything

Relase date: after i posted all.

》 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 《

You were in your room procrastinating when your best friend, Jake Sim, came into your room throwing you a gift and then leaving as quickly as he arrived. You rolled your eyes at his action and then proceeded to open the gift. It was very badly wrapped and inside there was... a fucking notebook? You opened it to see what was inside. The cover said "sex note" but inside there were a few pages of rules and many more empty ones. The rules were:

• The human whose name is written in this note will appear to fuck you.

• This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.

• If the way they fuck is written within 40 seconds of writing it, it will happend.

• If the scenario is not written/specified, the person will only appear to fuck you in missionary.

• Minors are totally prohibited, if you write the name of someone under 18 years and 6 months, you will die of a heart attack. The same applies to animals.

OK? weird...

#heeseung smut #jay smut #jake smut #sunghoon smut #sunoo smut #jungwon smut #niki smut #jeno smut #karina smut #jongseob smut #enhypen smut #aespa smut #p1harmony smut #nct smut #stray kids smut #zerobaseone smut #sex note series

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flemingsfreckles · 7 hours

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Grandkids Part 3

Jessie Fleming (parent) fic

Read the previous parts here!

Warnings: none I don’t think

WC: 2.6k

A/N: this isn’t my favorite thing I’ve written but my motivation on this sort of tanked but I wanted to finish it out at least, I might write more Jessie parent fics in the future or just headcannons for parent Jessie if yall would be interested in that.

“Jessie, please, you can ask the boy questions but there’s no need to interrogate him. All that’ll do is upset Amelia.” You and Jessie are tidying up the kitchen so you can begin cooking dinner. The dinner that you’d be eating as you met your daughter’s boyfriend.

“It’s not interrogating, I just want to get to know him.” You nod at her as you start to pull ingredients from the fridge.

“Just be nice.” It was the least you could do, try and encourage your wife to not ask Nick hundreds of questions, you both wanted to know him but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

The doorbell rings a minute before the proposed dinner time. Not too early but also not late, you thought to yourself, good start to the evening.

“I’ll get it!” Amelia pops up from the couch practically sprinting to the door. You smile as you watch her rush down the hallway. You remember that feeling, being young and the knocking of the door and knowing it was the person who made your heart flutter on the other side. You had that feeling with Jessie, it was sweet to see your daughter experiencing the same feelings.

“I’m going to start the grill.” Jessie says to you and you hear the back door close. Her expression as she walked out the door was blank, she didn’t look upset but she also didn’t look happy, you weren’t sure what she was feeling.

You hear muffled discussions down the hall and shortly your daughter walks back into the kitchen with Nick. He’s carrying a vase with flowers and a small other bag.

“Hi!” You say to both of them, wiping your hands on the kitchen towel and abandoning the chopping you were doing to walk over.

“Mom, this is Nick. Nick, this is my Mom.” You take in the boy’s appearance. He’s taller than your daughter with blonde hair that’s neatly styled, he has on square shaped glasses. His clothes make you feel like you’re underdressed in your own home, he’s wearing a wrinkle free button down that’s tucked into a pair of dress pants. You weren’t sure what your daughter's type was, she’d gushed over celebrities of all appearances but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little surprised by the boy’s nerdier appearance.

“It’s nice to meet you Nick.”

He sets down the bag and the vase and extends his hand to you. “It’s lovely to meet you as well.”

“Where’s Ma?” Your daughter swings her head around looking for Jessie.

“Outside starting the grill. She’ll be in in just a minute or two.”

“Okay.” Your daughter nods and the room falls into a slightly uncomfortable silence. You and Amelia look at each other, silently begging the other to say something. Thankfully you don’t have to because Nick starts talking.

“Is Riley here? I brought him some of those baseball cards you said he’s always making you take him to the store to buy.” He looks between you and Amelia.

“No, he’s at a birthday party but I’ll let him know you brought them for him when he’s back tomorrow.” Amelia says, taking the wrapped gift from Nick’s hands and placing it on the table.

You notice it’s now been about five minutes since Jessie left to get the grill started. Maybe she needed an extra set of hands. “I’m going to go check that your Ma doesn’t need help out there.”

You step outside to see Jessie standing in front of what is clearly a turned on grill, you can see the heat coming off of it.

“Hey, all good out here.?” You call to her from the top steps of the patio. You realize she must’ve been deep in thought as it takes her a moment to look away from the grill and up to you.

“Yeah, yeah it’s, on.” Her thumbs up relaying her message that the grill was in fact on and working.

“Then come inside, it’s got to heat up for a bit.”

“I don’t know if I can.” She looks to you quickly then back to the grill.

You step down off the stairs and move over to Jessie “What’s going on?”

“I’m scared.” She says, still not looking away from the grill.

It takes all of your might to hold in a chuckle. “Of a teenage boy?”

“No, well, sort of.” She takes a deep breath. “I’m scared I’ll be too harsh, or too cold, or rude, or something to him and then he’ll realize he doesn’t want to date someone with a parent like that and then he’ll break up with Amelia and then she’ll hate me because it’ll be all my fault.”

“Jessie, that’s not going to happen.”

“But what if it does? I can’t have my little girl hate me.” The wave in Jessie’s voice tells you she’s truly worried. Her previous argument with Amelia had left her on edge, she still felt like she had to win back your daughter’s affection. Amelia on the other hand had quickly forgotten the whole ordeal.

“She won’t, because you won’t cause him to break up with her. In fact I think you’ll like him.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, let’s just say your daughter picks them like her Mom.” You point to yourself. “He’s nerdy like you.”

“I’m not nerdy.”

“You are, but it’s part of what I love about you. Now come on, you can’t hide out here all day.” You softly link your fingers into hers and pull her away from the grill and up the patio stairs.

You walk back in and are grateful to see the two of them in the kitchen, Amelia sitting at a barstool at the island and Nick standing a couple feet from her. They’re smiling at each other as they make conversation. You’re not sure what Jessie would’ve done had they been sitting together on the couch. They both look over at the sound of the door opening and your daughter stands up from her stool stepping toward both of you.

“Ma, this is Nick, Nick this is my other Mom, I called her Mama when I was little but now they just both get called Mom when they’re not in the same room together.”

“Hi, it’s great to meet you, I really appreciate you having me over.” Nick extends his hand to Jessie just as he did to you. You know your wife probably death gripped his hand as she shook it.

For a minute there’s an awkward silence. The four of you all standing looking at each other. “Nick, would you like something to drink? There’s water or sodas,” you try to get some form of a conversation started up between the four of you.

“Just water would be great, thank you.” You move to get him a glass and your daughter stands up beating you to the cabinet. You move back to begin chopping again and Jessie is quickly behind you. You pick up the knife and she holds her hand out. She stares at you with her best puppy eyes impression, and you give in handing over the knife. You know she just wants a task to occupy herself so she doesn’t have to worry about making small talk.

“So Nick, Amelia said you met in your calculus class?”

“Yes Ma’am, we sat next to each other for a bit at the beginning of the semester, I missed a few days for college tours and Amelia was kind enough to lend me her notes and help me catch back up, we’ve just been studying together since then. Amelia is the smartest one in our class.”

“You don’t have to ‘Ma’am’ me Nick, makes me feel old. Where are you looking into going to school?”

“I’ve looked at a lot of places, a couple in the states, UNC, University of Washington, UCLA,” You notice how Jessie’s posture straightens at the mention of her former school. “I’ve also looked at couple here. I haven’t really made any decisions yet.”

“Jessie went to school at UCLA.”

“That’s what Amelia told me. It’s a beautiful campus, did you enjoy your time these?” Nick now directs his attention to your wife. She stops chopping and turns around.

“I did, the location is perfect, city, beach, mountains all within reach. I really loved it. Good academics too!” You can practically see Jessie’s anxiety ease as she talks with the boy. “What are you planning to study?”

“Biomedical engineering is the plan, I’m considering medical school after my bachelors.”

Jessie smiles as she begins to talk about UCLAs engineering program, the two talk, you and Amelia throwing in comments here and there. It’s not long before you all move to the dining room.

Dinner goes smoothly. You learn about Nick's siblings, he’s the middle child, with an older and younger sister. You learn his hobbies, his interests. He asks you and Jessie about your careers, about how you met. You all talk about traveling, sharing the coolest places you’ve been. It’s an easy dinner. You stand up from the meal feeling like you knew Nick well. You felt a level of ease with him, he seemed like a good kid. You just hoped Jessie felt the same.

She had been relatively quiet over dinner just adding in comments here and there, it was more like you, Nick, and Amelia were having dinner.

You start to clear the dishes as everyone finishes eating. Nick immediately offers to help but you shoot him down stating he was a guest there was no need for him to help.

“Amelia, can you help your mom clean up in the kitchen?” You watch how Jessie slightly raises her eyebrows at her daughter, indicating it was less of a question and more of a request that your daughter leave the room. At the same time you send your wife a pointed look, you don’t know what type of interrogation she has planned for Nick but you hope your stare is enough to tell her to be nice.

“Well there’s the end of my relationship.” Your daughter says as she places dishes into the sink.

“No, it’s not.”

“She’s going to tear him to pieces in there.”

“She won’t.” You keep washing the dishes and handing them to your daughter to dry. She falls quiet and the two of you finish the dishes in silence. There isn’t much noise but the clinking of dishes and the running water in the sink. That is until you hear Jessie’s voice.

“No! There’s no way you can sit here and tell me Roddick is better than Federer.”

“Oh no.” You and Amelia turn to each other.

Amelia rolls her eyes. “I didn’t mention he’s a big tennis fan for this reason.”

“Well now I’d be worried about your relationship, your Ma is a huge fan of that man, she won’t let you be with someone who prefers his rival.” You shrug at your daughter, the panic on her face makes you realize she doesn’t notice the sarcasm. “I’m kidding Amelia.”

“I’m going to ask you first, because I’m a little nervous to ask Ma, can Nick stay after dinner to watch a movie? We can watch it in the basement, or living room, whatever you both are comfortable with, you’re welcome to watch it with us too if you want.”

“I’m fine with that, you still have to get your Ma’s permission though, you can’t just only ask me because you don’t want to hear her answer.”

“Okay.” As if she knew your daughter needed to speak to her Jessie comes out from the dining room.

“I can’t believe you,” she shakes her head at Amelia, “not warning me he was a Roddick fan.” She pulls your daughter into a hug. “He’s a nice kid.”

“Can he stay and watch a movie?” You watch your daughter pull out her best begging look. It’s identical to the one Jessie gave you when she took over the chopping duties earlier in the evening.

“Not in your bedroom.” Jessie shakes her head.

“I know that, I already talked to Mom, I said in the living room or basement.”

“Living room.”

“Thank you.” Your daughter places a kiss on your wife’s cheek before doing the same to you and rushing back into the dining room. She and Nick walk out seconds later and head to the couch. You notice Jessie eying them, watching how they choose to sit. They pick a respectable distance apart, each with a blanket.

They’re in their own little world, it reminds you of you and Jessie cuddled up in hotel rooms watching movies or even cuddled up watching team film together. You were watching the start of young love, it was sweet.

“Want to sit on the patio?” You suggest to Jessie.

“And leave them alone inside?” Jessie whispers.

“They’ll be fine. They deserve a little privacy, they’re adults Jessie, plus we can see the living room from the patio, Amelia knows that.”

Jessie finally agrees and you both head outside. It’s quiet to start, you just hear the sounds of the evening. Birds, the winds, the occasional car that drives by.

“He’s a good kid.” Jessie finally says.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, he spoke highly of Amelia when I “interrogated” him as she’d say. He seems like he’s got a good head on his shoulders. He accepted the expectations I laid out to him. He promised me no grandchildren anytime soon. You hear him talking about his family, his ambitions, he seems like he was raised right.”

“Wow, look at you.” You take a sip of the glass you brought out. “He changed your opinion quickly.”

“I think he reminds me of myself. You were right, he’s nerdy, I was like him when I was his age. And while that’s somewhat eased my nerves, I still don’t trust him because I know how I was at his age. How we were at their age.” Jessie gives you a knowing look.

“We were all over eachother any time we could be.” You laugh thinking back to your hormonal teenage years and the early days of your relationship with Jessie.

Jessie smiles over at you. “To be fair we didn’t have parental supervision at camps, we had access to hotel rooms, and we barely got to see each other, we also didn’t have the risk of teen pregnancy. It also wasn’t my fault you always got me riled up over text and then I wasn’t able to even kiss you for months at a time. We had a lot of built up tension. At least they don’t have most of those things.” You smile as she rambles on as if she has to defend her teenage actions to you as if you weren’t the one right there with her.

You take a second to look into the living room, you notice they’re sitting closer together on the couch but you’re not about to tell Jessie. “Yeah, I think he’s a good kid.”

“We raised her right, she’s picked a good one.” Jessie comes to sit on the bench with you so now she’s facing the window into the living room. “Were they sitting that close before?” Jessie says pointing at the window where your daughter's shoulder was practically touching Nick’s now. Before you can stop her she’s standing making her way toward the door.

“Jessie, they’re fine.”

“Oh I know.” She tips her glass of water letting it spill onto the ground. “I’m just getting more water, I’m out.” She smiles at you. You shake your head, Jessie may like the boy but she was always going to be protective of her little girl.

#jessie fleming #jflem #jessie fleming x reader #jessie fleming imagine #woso imagine #woso x reader #jessie fleming blurb #canwnt x reader

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HH characters crushing on the reader 1/3

If the character you want isnt here it will likely be in future parts unless I simply dont write for them!

Characters: Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, Husk

Notes: reader is GN for everyone EXCEPT vaggie and angel, reader is masc for angel, reader is fem for vaggie, post mainly focuses on the canon characters

CWs: none

CHARLIE

Oh this poor girl, she's so obvious when she has a crush for someone. She already goes above and beyond for nearly everyone to make sure their needs and comforts are accommodated- but when it comes to you she goes even further! she might even become a little suffocating if you dont set some boundaries... i can see her trying to shoot her shot and doing that awkward laugh with the finger guns if her pickup line goes over your head. shes doing her best... confesses her feelings pretty fast and shes very understanding if you dont return her feelings... very obvious and giddy around you!

VAGGIE

Internalizes a lot of her feelings, especially... these ones... she becomes a little short with you. Not in a mean way, conversations just become more... tense, awkward, short. She doesn't know what to say and she doesn't want to blow it. I don't think she would avoid you, though. I don't think she would outright flirt with you, but she would say some stuff to try to read you if she should go forward with her advances. If you give her signals, expect a confession soon. Otherwise it's likely she's just going to eat her feelings and make herself move on.

ANGEL DUST

It should go without saying that he's going to make his feelings for you very obvious.... though is it obvious if it's hard to tell between his usual behavior and the signals he's trying to show you? Sure he could tone down his innuendos and invitations, and be real around you... but if this prior to Husk getting through to him... it's not very likely. Unless you're already close to him. A lot of the flirting he sends your way is a lot more personalized, more in tune with you as a person rather than something that can be said to just anyone or just to you in passing. He puts thought into it. It's going to take a close eye to differentiate actually feelings from his usual activities.

SIR PENTIOUS

Just like Charlie, he's very obvious. But no where near as smooth... He might just blurt out his feelings before he's ready to confess, and that's assuming you haven't already put the pieces together in your head! Hovers around you any chance he gets to hang out with you and does anything he can to try to impress you. He's so eager for your attention that it's a little.. pathetic... he does remember every little thing you say, though. It doesn't matter how small it is, it's going to bounce around in his head for eternity. Especially if it can give him ideas of things to make for you as a gift for when he's ready to confess to you.

HUSK

Another one who internalizes his feelings. He won't try to bring up the topic, and I feel between all the characters I'm going to end up writing for... the only reason he would end up telling you how he feels is if he gets backed into a corner or you just outright ask him. He's not going to make a fool of himself and lie right to your face if you ask him. But how does he act? He might drink a little more than he already does and become more reclusive. He doesn't outright shut you out but you can tell that there's something going on with him.

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widowsistersandfriends · 3 days

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Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

Request: Hey there! First of all, I want to say that your stories are amazing and I love reading them <3! They bring me the kind of comfort I can't get anywhere else. I'm fairly new Tumblr user, so I don't know how things actually work here, and I don't even know if you accept story suggestions. But anyway, I have a little idea that I don't feel I'm talented enough to write myself. I don't automatically assume that you will do anything, but I would be more than happy and grateful if you would ever find the time to even consider my suggestion. ❤

Idea: Y/n is really afraid of spiders. One day Natasha she starts discussing it with Natasha. Natasha, being a Black Widow herself, doesn't understand how anyone can be afraid of something as small as a harmless spider. The conversation soon turns into a playful pillow fight where Natasha accidentally finds out that Y/n is ticklish.

hi!! I love reading fanfics you made, but I was wondering would you write another natasha and her sister (reader) story? Thx and have a nice day 💛

Note: Thank you so much for these wonderful requests! I appreciate you guys reading my fics and I am glad you like them! I went ahead and combined these requests, as I felt they went well together. Enjoy! <3

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You were Natasha’s little sister and you adored her. You looked up to her in every way and wanted to be just like her. You were always excited to spend time with her, and today was one of those days. You and Natasha were having a sleepover and you two were preparing for it. First, you two went to the supermarket nearby to pick up snacks.

You immediately went to the candy aisle, much to Natasha’s amusement.

“You know, Y/N, if you’re too energetic and hyped on sugar, I’m gonna have to find a way to calm you down,” Natasha warned you.

“It’s fine, I can tolerate large amounts of sugar,” you replied, taking a large pack of Twix and a bag of M&M’s off the shelf.

“You want anything?” You asked.

“Hmm, I’ll take a KitKat,” Natasha said, as you smiled, knowing that it was her favorite.

You and Natasha then went to get some microwave popcorn bags, a bottle of lemonade, and some paper plates. While she wasn’t looking, you snuck in a large pack of Oreos. You two also got some arts and crafts supplies that you planned on using at your sleepover.

After you guys bought all the items, Natasha surprised you by swinging by the pizzeria and picking up pizza for dinner, as it was 6pm already.

“I got your favorite, Y/N, pepperoni with sausage and mushrooms,” Natasha said, as your mouth watered.

You thanked Natasha for getting pizza as you guys headed home. You jumped out of the car, eager to get the sleepover started.

You set out two paper plates on the table and poured some lemonade for both of you. You guys sat down at the kitchen table and chatted while eating dinner.

“So what do you want to do first?” Natasha asked you.

“I want to do an arts and crafts project!” You cheered.

“Then arts and crafts it shall be!” Natasha declared.

After dinner, you guys threw your plates away and headed upstairs to your shared bedroom.

Natasha pulled out the arts and crafts supplies, consisting of paint, paintbrushes, canvases, and materials to make friendship bracelets.

You took some of the painting supplies and began to paint a picture. You had been working on your art skills for a while, and you decided to attempt to paint a cabin in the mountains with a lake and beautiful nature nearby.

When you two were done painting, you showed each other what you created. Natasha had painted the Statue of Liberty, which turned out pretty decent.

“Wow, Y/N, I had no idea you had gotten that good at painting. I remember when you used to just throw random colors on there, and now look at you. All grown up and an expert at painting,” Natasha said, tussling your hair as you beamed with pride.

Afterwards, you decided to make friendship bracelets for each other. You chose red thread and decorated it with various colors and spelled out her name.

You guys traded bracelets and then began to set up for the movie. You got the popcorn out and heated it up before pouring it into a large bowl to share. You also made sure to bring the candy over.

After the movie, you guys changed into your pajamas and headed back to your room to play games and chat.

After a while, the conversation had shifted into a deeper topic about fears. You thought your fears were silly, but you wanted to share them with the person you trusted the most.

“I guess I’m sorta afraid of spiders,” you admitted, looking down into your lap.

“Spiders?” Natasha asked, as you nodded.

“It’s just weird because your average spider won’t do any harm, so I feel silly for being afraid of them.

“Y/N, it’s perfectly normal to be afraid of spiders or anything really. We all have our fears, even if we don’t fully understand them. I mean, part of me doesn’t quite understand it since I’m a black widow myself,” Natasha said, hoping to lighten the mood.

“I’m not afraid of you because you’re not an actual spider,” you said, playfully rolling your eyes.

“Wow rude! The disrespect to the original black widow,” Natasha gasped, reaching for a nearby pillow and whacking you with it.

“Pillow fight!” You declared, grabbing another pillow and fighting back. You two whacked each other and giggled endlessly, both not wanting to give in. Natasha lunged and reached to grab your pillow so she would have all the power. However, her hand missed the pillow and she ended up grabbing onto your side, causing you to squeal and jump away.

“Oh sorry Y/N! Are you okay?” Natasha asked, as you were still processing what just happened.

“Oh, what yeah, I’m okay,” you said, looking away in embarrassment.

Natasha gave you a weird look, knowing that something was off. Then she finally realized what had happened.

“Ohhhh, I see. Somebody’s ticklish huh?” Natasha said, now inching closer to you.

“No! I’m not!!” You cried, scooting away from her.

Natasha knew you were bluffing, so she pounced on you and pinned your arms to your side, while tickling your stomach and ribs, making you cackle with laughter.

“NATAHAHAHASHA STAHAHAHAP,” you shouted, kicking your legs underneath her.

“How come you never told me you were ticklish?” She asked, sneaking her hands into your armpits.

“BEHECAUSE YOU AHAHARE MEHEHEAN,” you squealed, clamping your arms as best as you could.

“Excuse me?” Natasha said, leaning down to blow a raspberry on your tummy. Your laughter went silent as you shook your head. Your sister gave you a break, but kept your arms pinned.

“Can’t you let me go?” You whined.

“I certainly cannot since I finally found a way to calm you down after all that sugar,” Natasha teased, as she now reached down to shake into your ribs and tickle between the sensitive, vulnerable bones.

“YOHOU JEHEHERK,” you laughed, cursing yourself that you let her find out.

“Where else are you ticklish?” Natasha asked, giving your knees and thighs a squeeze, which gave her a few giggles.

“Hmm, how about…your feet?” Natasha said, with a growing evil grin as she saw you panic.

“NO PLEASE! NOT MY FEHEEHET,” you squealed, as she began to scribble over your soft and sensitive feet.

“Why not? It’s such a great spot!” Natasha cooed, as you squirmed and thrashed around.

After she felt you had enough, she helped you sit up.

“Y/N, I have a way to help you get over your fear of spiders,” Natasha said.

“How?” You asked.

She snuck her hand under your shirt to scratch lightly at your back, causing you to gasp and jerk away.

“HAHA NAHAHAT,” you laughed, as she held you still.

“Just imagine that my hand is a spider. See? Harmless, besides the fact that it’s ticklish,” Natasha said with a smirk.

“Now try and stay still,” Natasha said, wiggling her nails all over your back.

You scrunched your face up, trying not to laugh, but couldn’t help but squirm at the touch.

“You’re really that ticklish?” Natasha asked, now tickling your sides to make you collapse in laughter.

“YEHEHES NOHOHOW STAHAHAP,” you begged.

“Not until you’re over your fear of spiders~,” Natasha said, now singing the itsy bitsy spider as she walked her nails over your back.

You snorted as she reached the top of your back, right before your neck.

“Is your neck also ticklish?” Natasha asked, as you shook your head vigorously.

Natasha didn’t say anything, but instead wiggled her nails against the back of your neck. You curled up into a ball, swatting at her while laughing.

“Get over here you little troublemaker,” Natasha said, now squeezing the back of your neck, causing you to squeal and beg for mercy.

“Oh alright, you’ve had enough,” Natasha said, now releasing you from her grip.

“Thanks for helping me try to get over my fear of spiders,” you said, snuggling up against her.

“Are you still afraid of me?” Natasha asked with a smile.

“Well, now you made me have two fears. Spiders and the tickle monster,” you said, poking her ribs.

She swatted your hands away with a glare.

“Well, the tickle monster isn’t ticklish,” Natasha said, as you took that as a challenge.

You snuck your finger under her arm when she wasn’t looking, causing her to yelp and jerk her arm down.

“Y/N! I warned you!” Natasha said, pinning you down for round two of tickle torture.

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xoxochb · 3 days

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okay obviously if you won't write for this character please feel free to ignore this request but i had this idea based on "the alchemy" by taylor swift.

what if clarisse and fem!reader were in a secret relationship because clarisse was scared, but then clarisse team wins capture the flag and she runs to reader and like kisses them exposing the relationship, like "wheres the trophy she just comes running over to me" and like the reactions of some other characters.

again feel free to ignore this request, xoxo, amanda <3

ditch the clowns, get the crown, baby I'm the one to beat!!

warnings: none

pairing: clarisse la rue x fem reader

summary: all in the request!

A/N: I don’t know if I like this tbh, but I think it’s such a cute request <3

you remember that day five months ago when you had started seeing clarisse- it was amazing, truly, but the only downside was that your relationship was a secret

she had asked you to keep quiet, scared of what her friends or siblings would say if they knew she was dating a girl

and you knew it was best to just agree to keep it secret, you didn’t want to push her to do anything she didn’t want to do

your relationship was thriving, nonetheless, and everything was going fine

until capture the flag one day

your cabin has been assigned the same team as the ares cabin, so you thanked the gods that you wouldn’t have to go against your girlfriend, as much as you love her, she can be scary at times

back to present times, you watch as clarisse makes her way back to your teams side with the flag from the opposing side

you smile, you would have to reward her for this later

or now?

you watch with a confused look as she shoved the flag into the arms of some random kid beside her, running over to you

and once she’s face to face with you she cups your face and pulls you in for a kiss

In front of everyone? this was new, you thought this was a secret!

you hear more campers making their way over cheering

did she know all these people were here?

many thoughts crowded your head, confused with the action, and when she pulls away you ask her the first that comes to your mind, “what was that for?”

“we won-”

you cut her off, “I thought we were keeping this a secret?”

“I- we are… we were, but I’m ready now” she smiles and oh gods you can’t be mad at her

you take her hand in yours, “I’m proud of you”

“I knew it”

you jump at the voice

annabeth

“pay up, I want my twenty bucks”

percy

“you put a bet on us?!” you ask

“chris started it, and I won”

you roll your eyes, “well I hope you enjoy that twenty bucks”

“I’m happy for you guys” annabeth gives you guys a soft smile

“you’re not going to think of me differently?” clarisse asks

“of course not! why would I do that?” percy asks like it’s the most obvious thing ever

clarisse looks over at you, making eye contact and she smiles

you mirror a smile

“no reason”

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo series #pjo fandom #percy jackson #pjo #pjo spoilers #percy series #pjo hoo toa #xoxochb #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #clarisse x reader #clarisse x female reader #clarisse x you

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ksiondzkanexkiii · 1 day

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MAYBE YOU'RE NOT A BAD PERSON | John Price

Next chapter (2)

The story is also on wattpad, the link to my profile can be found in biography <3 Enjoy

Chapter One

Jinx. A teenager they approved of as a lost cause incapable of fixing a teenager who is and will forever be rebellious and unfit for society. She herself has earned this designation

A lost cause

Did it bother her? As long as she was at peace then no. But life on the street could never be peaceful, she had never learned that in all her sixteen years of life. Life is never peaceful and everyone lies, ever since she could remember she had been alone, but did that bother her? No. Yes.

She felt lonely, of course, but she also felt that she could make it on her own. A bit of narcissistic thinking, but that's how she thought she would survive, and apparently she succeeded, because she is still alive today.

Miracle.

Lying on the uncomfortable bed of the reformatory she looked up at the ceiling, the teddy bear who accompanied her like a faithful friend lay on her chest exceptionally she would pull him out to hug him she always did when she doubted. It gave her peace of mind as if the teddy bear was the only person dead because he was an object, but she had the feeling that he understood her. As the only

The day was to begin as always wake up after Friday morning toilet breakfast at six o'clock school activities from eight to fifteen free time until seventeen afternoon study time until nineteen showers and sleep. The constant routine that blended into her veins was tedious, of course she tried to find entertainment wherever she fell, but it wasn't enough.

The boredom that entered her nostrils like oxygen that sucks in caused her to be bored. Who would have expected that? She didn't know what to do. She knew to strive for routine, she had already learned many times that it was better not to piss off the guards, it always ends uninterestingly from an intense beating with a baton to leaving her for days in solitary confinement with poor food and drink such that she would not die of thirst.

She longed for freedom, every day she would have prayed to escape this hell, which was called a juvenile correctional facility, but a new name had formed in her mind. Cops' mental institution.

How much she would give to be able to run free again, to feel the same adrenaline rush when she stole something to be able to run away from a familiar shopkeeper again. She longed for that come what may, those were her darkest times, every day she wondered if she would survive.

Would god be so merciful as to give her extra moments of life, before placing new stumbling blocks at her feet, she would give her whole body along with her soul for... for a good home

Every day described was routine, but today... today was something different, she woke up later than usual as if the guards had skipped her. As if they wanted to starve her to death, when she jumped off the top of the bunk bed she noticed Isolde her cellmate. She disappeared not there.

Didn't she wake me up?

Jinx thought, more and more questions were being asked in her head, but there were no answers. The cell was closed, the small wooden table was further against the wall and continued as small, but also large, because two people could write in notebooks on it, the small lamp continued to stand on the desk, the lower part of Isolde's bed was bedded. As they always do when they get up, so they did not forcibly lead her out by herself she left

Why am I alone? As she approached the cold bars of the cell she leaned her hands against them trying to look out through the closed bars she saw nothing. It was dark in the corridor

Is it still night? Am I asleep?

No answers to these questions

Isolde was not there. She was alone, confused unusually. She wouldn't remember Izo was supposed to go to solitary confinement for misbehavior, Izo was more of the docile inmates. Jinx wondered how she ended up here, but the younger girl always brushed off the question by saying she didn't want to talk about it. Jinx did not press

She thought she shouldn't

Isolde didn't press Jinx to talk about her life either, Jinx thought her life was twisted like... How? Well, that's how she always came up with all sorts of twisted things, but now nothing was popping into her head. She let out a shuddering breath and goosebumps appeared on her skin, it was cold in the cells as if she was in a cooler, but the heat to the icy room was gently getting in. And she had nothing to warm herself with anyway, her navy blue prison uniform hung loosely on her body and a white undershirt hugged her chest. Jinx wasn't a fan of buttoning up her uniform shirt, so she walked around with the undershirt on and the navy blue uniform shirt served as outerwear.

The navy blue pants hung on her like a sack of potatoes were certainly too big, but they were fine at the waist, only every now and then she had to pull them up to keep them from falling off her waist and showing the underwear underneath. The washed and slowly deteriorating sneakers that were the only ones that came with her to the prison and had not been taken away were already slightly chafing the teenager's skin, she was definitely slowly growing out of them, but there was no point in asking for new ones yet.

Besides, she loved the shoes too much to leave them behind, they had gone through so much time with her that she didn't want to leave them behind even if it was to end up with bruised feet.

Her legs carried her to the wall, where she impetuously hit the cold brick wall to slowly slide towards the ground to sit on it. As cold as the wall was the cells were never heated only for the winter the guards gave them thicker quilts that was it, if they froze to death the guards did not grieve. To them it was normal, as if every kid in this reformatory was a lost cause as if there was no saving them.

Jinx thought otherwise

Of course that those kids were doing wrong she also committed crimes, but behind every bad act there was a reason. There could have been a myriad of reasons, but the criminals, at least the juvenile ones, were never listened to why they did it, they just had these two phrases written into their files, which hurt everyone.

A lost cause

They could have helped give them another chance. To listen to them. But no.

The authorities thought they knew better what was worth saving and what was written off, everything according to them was listed as unsalvageable, unchangeable. But every kid who came here was panicked. They were afraid. She was also afraid when she came here could she blame the kids there for being afraid? No, but the guards were of a different opinion every day new juvenile prisoners who were not understood and were sent here to change to serve time for their actions were doomed to eternal derision and insults from the prison guards.

Was there anything they could do? No. They couldn't even stand up to them, say enough, that they should stop. There was nothing they could do, they were doomed to it. The reformatory was supposed to teach humility and calmness listening to orders and learning to enter society, but the reformatory only taught how people in authority control us as they lie to us right to our faces mocking us behind closed doors.

Jinx was no longer the youngest, but she was still not an adult, she was a teenager who lived on the streets because that was the way life had chosen her. As if a god had said it was her destiny to suffer forever, but feeling pain, she believed she shouldn't exist after all, she was the one who escaped from her parents' basement to try to survive on her own. At the age of ten she learned quick turns in sprinting, as well as refining her sprinting and mind, when she was eleven she learned to do parkour well jumping from one fire cage to another or jumping over a fence didn't always end nicely at least at first. When she was learning skinned knees and elbows and hands were the norm, but eventually she learned, she also perfected the art of stealing to somehow survive.

The hardest time was in winter, thick clothes blocked some of her movements as well as slowed her sprinting, she couldn't wear anything lighter because she would freeze. Winter was always the hardest like the period when people wish each other happy holidays and the new year she was undergoing the most important test then. Whether it was all she learned on the street or learned from it, she survived winters with difficulty, but then it was a signature that she learned to live in winter. She didn't care about dirt she was constantly dirty, being homeless involved

With constant struggle

With constant filth

And that rats are your friends, unless they have rabies, then not.

And that everyone lies and there is no help on the streets, no friends of the homeless. The rivalry among the homeless was of two camps, either you are their family not even biological family, but family or you are their enemy for life, Jinx chose the term enemy of all. She didn't trust them, she preferred to gather supplies herself and live alone rather than give away what she managed to gather and give to others as generosity, she was the one who gathered it all then why should she give it away claiming that these elderly homeless people need it? They're going to die sooner or later anyway, they're going to die faster than her so why waste food on them?

- Stop feeling sorry for yourself. - the British voice of a familiar guard spoke up. Sullyvan. This nasty guard stole her affection, she liked him. In a friendly form of meaning of course, she loved to tease him and he loved to remind her how much she had fucked up in her life - after you grieve elsewhere," sighed Sullyvan pulling out his keys with a clank.

Raising an eyebrow Jinx watched his movements as he opened the cells, the key went into the lock and was turned the clank of metal against metal echoed through the empty cells and the prison hall. The teenager didn't know what he was talking about. As if a familiar guard caught her unspoken question he smiled - You're out. That's what you do. - He confessed to her, the teenager's lips parted

Going out? To freedom?

She won't have to look at those nasty gray shades of the walls in the cell as well as the walls of the prison, she'll be able to escape this routine that boiled in her veins which she vomited and shit so much she couldn't count. She won't have to eat food in this nasty place, come on it can hardly be called food mostly watered down noodles with some unknown sauce she always wrinkled her face at the sight of it while holding back her vomiting motions.

But she had to eat it to not die, come on she would have gladly jumped into the arms of the dark reaper. But not like this, death by starvation was for those who gave up those who no longer had the will and strength to keep fighting - Oh fuck on, don't think so much," Robert complained, his patience was never great. For that she liked him he often lost patience, but he was a good man a good nicotine dealer - Jeez, you can't just tell me I'm leaving and not give away the details - I muttered raising myself gracefully on my hands to get up from the ground.

- You'll find out all the details soon enough - confessed the guard began to lead me down that familiar dingy corridor, the echo of our footsteps spread along the entire length of the corridor and bounced off the walls - What's there to explain much? I'm going to freedom - the surprise written on the face of the teenager exceptionally amused the guard, who patted her on the shoulder

- You'll be surprised honey, you'll be surprised," he confessed with a slight giggle and his British accent sounded on his lips so that she had to strain her hearing and wits to understand him. If sight kills Sullyvan would be dead more than once he could have already dug himself thousands of graves thousands of times Jinx sent him the same or that threw daggers when she didn't like something - You watch out Sullyvan yet you will find that your dick will get smaller - muttered quietly the teenager entering the room where she had been questioned many times.

She didn't like this room, not because this is where they interrogate all juvenile delinquents, but for the fact that they also used this room for torture as she called it. When someone misbehaved they would take them into this room lock them up and beat them as if they wanted to kill them, but at the edge of life and death they would restrain themselves as if they guessed that what they were doing was wrong, but... they kept doing it self-reflection was lacking and the trauma in the prisoners grew with every fucking day.

Jinx wished the walkers of these youngest had it better, but she could only dream. All she could think about was what was about to happen to her next interrogation? Not then the main one of the guards would come for her. Torture? After all, she hadn't done anything wrong, at least not recently. They could have found out about the cigarette dealer, but then Robert would have been screwed too and not just her, she was already alone in the room a metal table stood in the middle of the room and two black chairs beside it, she couldn't forget how uncomfortable those chairs were she spent hours sitting on one of them as she got up from the table the other day she could sit down that her legs didn't exist. The same for her butt.

She didn't even notice the moment the woman walked in she was quite an older woman to her eye, but she didn't have that many gray hairs, she could have been in her forties, but work had caused her a mass of wrinkles and the little gray hairs that are in her bun and in her bangs - Oho fuck Laswell - muttered Jinx running her hand over her already tired face, a day full of thoughts was slowly killing her

She knew Kate, she was the one who caught her. If only she hadn't trusted her she wouldn't be here, but that trust hadn't disappeared by some miracle she respected this womanodź herself couldn't explain why. Maybe it was the idea she came up with when they tried to catch her, the local police couldn't handle it so they called for better support not the military, but the CIA agency was no longer a go-between as Jinx found out the day she was caught. She was extremely snarky and annoyed, but Laswell saw something in her, but never told her what - Should I be happy to see you? - The rhetoric in Jinx's question was ignored by Kate

- Yes you should. I have an offer," the older woman confessed as she sat down in an uncomfortable chair at the table, feeling sorry for her she doesn't know what she's done sitting down in that chair, "You'll get out of juvie," the woman began as she saw Jinx's eyes glowing her blue irises showed hope which Laswell beat like an egg to scrambled eggs, "But you'll be in the care of the military so you can re-enter the civilian world when the government decides you won't harm anyone," Laswell explained

The hope in the teenager's eyes was extinguished, someone is supposed to watch over her like a child? She is not a child to hell she is sixteen years old. And she is not dangerous! She has changed, no. She hasn't changed.

But the offer sounded so beautiful she wouldn't have to see all those guards' faces anymore, she wouldn't be afraid of whether she did everything right and whether she would end up in this Hall but for the torture. Everything sounded so beautiful, she couldn't believe it

Everyone lies, after all

But. If she turned it down she would be a fool, she didn't know what to do herself. But if an unsuitable and incompetent caretaker came along she could easily escape, but then she would lose a sure roof over her head and food, if she got it at all. New caretakers might not trust her as much and claim that the food they give her is plenty and there would probably be enough to keep her from starving to death, but she would certainly lose weight.

She didn't know what to do

A mass of questions few answers

To trust or not to trust?

What should she do?

She didn't know. She was at the mercy of fate, which was anyway like a flimsy thread that had survived more than she had in her entire life - And what will I get out of it? - asked the skeptical teenager Laswell turned her head slightly to the side without taking her eyes off the younger girl - If you behave well and show the committee that you have changed you will regain your full freedom - stated Kate leaning back crossing her arms on her chest. The teen squinted her eyes wanted to find any sign that Laswell was lying, but couldn't.

Either the agent is so adept at hiding her lies or it's Jinx who can't read them. The offer sounded so beautiful in the teenager's mind - Fine. I'll go," Jinx stated, "But what if I don't change? - she asked suddenly, when Laswell started to get up, the older woman interrupted her activity to look at Jinx - Then you will come back here. And most likely you'll get out when you grow up, but it won't be that easy you'll then be monitored constantly every day until you make one mistake and end up in an actual real prison and not a reformatory," she explained without lying to Laswell

It sounded a little like a threat, Jinx began to regret asking - Well no matter. Let's go," she said, wanting to lose this topic already not to think about it intensely, she was tired. The day had just begun and already sucked all the essence of energy on her.

- Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. For that, pack to what you want to take, if you have anything," Laswell stated, waving her hand towards the Venetian mirror for the guard to escort me to my cell.

A new opportunity?

New fun. But if they fucked it up it will come back here and it won't be colorful, but was Laswell lying sometimes? She didn't know, but new paths in life interested her she wanted to check them out.

She had been on this show before she had been with police officers most often commentators, but they gave up at her frequent pranks she had been with ex-military men who had retired, but she was too quick and resourceful for them.

Jinx is now curious to see what Laswell has come up with for her, already new plans are forming in her head on how to fuck up the life of the one who wants to take on her care. This is going to be interesting

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starrytalkstoomuch · 2 days

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hii! <3 could you write an angst matt fic based on the song 'the night we met' by Lord Huron? Thanks smmmm!!

The Night We Met | M.S

Warnings: Descriptions of panic attacks, talks of anxiety and depression, suicide, suicidal thoughts

PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THE TOPIC OF SUICIDE IS A TRIGGER FOR YOU. THE TOPIC IS THOROUGHLY DISCUSSED. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION

I am not the only traveler Who has not repaid his debt

Matt and I had been close friends for about 8 months. We had been through our ups and downs but in the end we always ended up right where we belonged. Together. Even when we felt alone. Matt had talk about a few girls he had dated before . How he had dated other girls for a few days with months in between. He said he wanted something real. He wanted someone real. He wanted to not be alone.

I've been searching for a trail to follow again Take me back to the night we met

He told me about wanting to have someone he could hold, and love. Someone who could love him the way he needed. I thought back to me and him meeting in that parking lot. It was that middle of May and I had run out to go get a few drinks for me and my group of friends. I was alone. I had been struggling a lot that month so on the curb I had taken a minute to collect myself. I could feel my heart rate quicken, and my breathing become shallow. He had been walking up to the entrance of the store when he saw me sitting there. Alone.

"Hey um.. are you ok?" He had asked so softly but so kindly. I looked up at the boy. He had kinda messy, short, brown hair. He was wearing a black hoodie with some jeans and Air Forces. I could see through my tear filled eyes his hand fidgeting with his fingers as if to calm himself. The anxious boy sat down next to me and we talked for about an hour or so. In the end he had given me his phone number, and comfort. I knew then that he would become my safe space. My comfort. My home.

And then I can tell myself What the hell I'm supposed to do

Matt stood there now. Alone. He had stopped being responsive after finding them. His best friend had taken their own life. In his home. In his care. Matt had always leaned on them. They we're each others crutches for living. Their support. So when that support is taken, stolen even, what more can he do but stand there. Alone.

The next few months of Matt's life had been hell. Not just for him but for everyone who loved him. Chris and Nick had taken him to hospitals and doctors. He had to stay at the hospital for 2 weeks in the first month of their death. He had stopped eating. Nick and Chris had done everything imaginable.

And then I can tell myself Not to ride along with you

Matt wouldn't talk. Not a word. He wants to speak he just can't seem to find his voice. He wishes he could speak. So he could say that he doesn't regret a single moment he had with you. But some part of him does. He wishes he had comforted them, but then left them on that sidewalk. He wishes he had done that because maybe then they could still be here. Sure, they wouldn't be with him, but they would be here. Not alone.

I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you

He often thought back on the time they had spent together. He remember the weeks after they had met. The healing. He had opened up to them about his own struggles. His anxiety, his depression and other things life had throw his way. And they did the same with him. They talked about life with him. He remember the moment when he realized that you had both healed. That you two were whole again. That neither of you were alone. But it got worse. It had gotten worse and they said nothing. He knew they didn't speak up because they felt like they were burdening him but them being gone was the biggest burden of all. He remember watching them get worse but saying nothing, believing they would come to him when they were ready. But they never did. So he sat on his bed. Alone. He drove out to that parking lot. Alone. He had taken his own life after losing yours in that parking lot. Alone. His last thoughts were remembering that fateful night when he saw a stranger crying on the curb. Alone.

Take me back to the night we met

How we feeling lol?

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #chris x reader #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo fluff

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rainiishowers · 2 days

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hey, I loved the reaction you wrote for when the mc did the exhange program as a child and then came back to meet the brothers again a few years later

I was wondering if you could write something like that for the dateables as well?

it's totally fine if not though, no worries <33

A/N: Hi! No problem at all, that was one of my favourite requests, so I’m happy to do another one :3 (Hope you don't mind me adding Luke lol)

Scenario: MC came to the Devildom as a child exchange student and touched the hearts of all the boys. However, they didn’t stay in contact with any of them after the year was up. 10 years later, a certain human calls Barbatos and invites The Royals and the Purgatory Hall Trio to meet up with them in the human world

Genre: Fluff

Content: GN! MC (They/Them), partner uses They/Them as well, platonic relationships between boys and MC, angels age slower than humans, Barbatos has ✨dream visions✨ Brothers Ver.

------ Diavolo

Naturally, the prince was ecstatic that MC even still remembers him (it is pretty hard to forget someone like the literal demon prince), much less wants to meet up again. He will absolutely get a bunch of things that he remembers MC liking, constantly sending them pictures and asking for their opinion to ensure they still do, so it isn't really a surprise gift. He tries his best to focus on his duties, he really does, but it is pretty hard to when you get to see the human that you missed after 10 years in a few weeks. First thing this man does when they all see MC? Give 'em an inescapable hug that he will not stop until he realizes that MC is a human and does not have the lungs of a demon. Diavolo is very happily asking how MC is, and listens like a proud father when MC recounts life events (and offers words of praise whenever the life event they described was challenging, like “you’re very resilient for being able to face that”, etc).

He’s happy MC found love and introduces himself warmly to their partner. He’s not overtly threatening, because he does trust MC to date good people, but he does keep some tabs on the partner.

Barbatos

He was expecting the message because he had gotten flashes of the reunion in his dreams, so it didn’t come as a total shock to him, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit happy about it, despite the trouble MC had caused him in the first exchange program. He told everyone in a timely manner and was busy working to ensure nothing was destroyed while Diavolo and him were gone on the days leading up to the visit. (Thankfully Lucifer reassured him that the brothers would keep anything too drastic from happening).

Has to (gently) pry Diavolo away from hugging MC to ensure the human doesn’t die. Will make pleasant small talk with MC, asking how they are, what they do now, etc. He’s glad to see how MC matured despite there being a year in their life where a lot of very traumatizing or negative things happened. Despite taking a sort of break from his butler duties, he still very much prepares some tea and desserts he brought to the human world, unable to break away from the lifestyle of serving people before relaxing.

Upon meeting their partner, Barbatos will remain calm compared to the brothers. He's lived long enough to know that they aren't of any threat, so he doesn't worry about it too much, perhaps might even introduce their partner to new desserts and such things

Solomon

Let’s be real, he probably went to the human world to protect MC from any harm on many occasions, probably even talking to them sometimes. For the purpose of this, let’s say he had interacted with them in the past, he does tell the others this, feeling slightly smug about it.

He’s says how much he missed them despite literally talking to them a few weeks prior to the meet up, subtly asking questions that will get them to talk about things he remembers talking to MC about, and being like “oh yea! I remember that!” He offers his input on occasion. He has seen how MC matured but that doesn’t stop him from teasing them, and sort of treating them like a kid.

Has done extreme background checks on MC’s partner and deduced that they are no harm to them. He’s glad MC found someone they admire and share affection with, perhaps would share some (odd but teachable) anecdotes about his experiences in love

Simeon

When Barbatos invited him, Luke and Solomon to go to the human world to visit MC, he was surprised, yet excited. He suggested Luke bake and bring some pastries MC liked, perhaps getting a gift for them himself if they like to receive them.

Lingers in the background as he waits for an opportunity to speak. His joy is much more subtle than Diavolo’s, but the hug he gives clearly shows how happy he is to meet with the human again. Simeon teases MC just a tiny bit with Solomon, engaging in the playful banter, but makes sure Solomon doesn’t tease too much.

Surprised and delighted to see MC’s partner. Introduces himself warmly, and is slightly amused at how they seem so confused with his angelic warmth. Encourages Luke to offer a dessert to their partner. He doesn’t catch onto anything sinister, but he might ask for Barbatos’ opinion about MC’s partner later.

Luke

While in a baking lesson, Barbatos tells him about an opportunity to talk to MC again, and he is ecstatic, probably seeming like he was on a sugar high to the outside eyes with how much he was bouncing off the walls before focusing all his attention on the pastries Barbatos and him were making, before starting to make other various pastries he made with MC. He was still a bit young due to angels and humans having vastly different aging patterns, but he was still excited to show MC how he improved.

Brings a basket full of treats all cutely wrapped up. Probably the most thrown off by how MC aged much quicker than him. Looks at Simeon in confusion like “how is MC so much taller than me???” Other than that though, happily shows off his newly acquired skills in baking while catching up on all the things he missed with MC.

With his own personal development, he had learned to not be so distrustful of people, so he kind of just mimics Simeon’s actions while greeting MC’s partner. He probably pulls MC aside later to ask some questions purely because he’s worried, but MC assured Luke that he just needs to get to know their partner more.

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resetting37 · 2 days

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I'm excited to announce I'm hosting my very first 'draw this in your style' challenge !!

featuring kat and audrey <3

I wrote the rules and other information I can think of, but I'll go ahead and write it again in text (with extra context). If there's anything i missed, please ask me !

Deadline is September 10, though that is subject to change. I just figured it end at the same time my job ends, and plus it’ll last the entire summer !

Add as much or little detail as you like ! I know I add a bunch of things that aren't crucial to the subject, and kind of skip some rendering steps too. Remember, draw however YOU want to draw it ! But like, the general idea should be kept, you know ? (aka, apply dtiys rules here)

if you share this, please tag me ! and I want to use the tag #marscats37dtiys (I know it's long, but I figured it's straightforward enough.) Also I’d appreciate if you either linked this post or included the drawing in your version 💜

I know Art Fight is in July, so if you want to draw this *as* a standard attack against me, i encourage you too ! (If you by chance want to participate and draw something separate for art fight, that's cool too ! I'll still get my revenge like usual !)

I'll draw something small in return to anyone who participates ! However, don't expect that gift art until the end of the challenge lol (in this case I’d prefer if you followed me, but i don’t know if anyone would go out of their way to draw this without following me lol)

I hope anyone who decides to draw my ocs kat and audrey have fun with it ! I adore these two dearly and I love sharing their lore and my artwork of them with yall 💚

#art #oc #original character #drawing #marscats37dtiys #katsumi #audrey

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1mnobodywhoareyou · 3 days

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MORE BIRTHDAY PROMPTS

"if i hear the word 'birthday' one more time-" for Luke.

i haven't proofread this but i imagine you'll forgive me. 😏 and i was GONNA write one more scene at the end but then i knew that it would be a slippery slope into this spiralling out of control so it ends where it ends. thank you <3

“Where’s Luke?” Julie asks as she looks around the room. She mentally counts everyone present and reconfirms to herself that they are down one guitarist.

She’s met with shrugs and unknowing hums from everyone else and sighs. “How did we lose Luke? We haven’t even gone anywhere yet!”

“Have you checked the studio?” Reggie asks.

“No, I haven’t checked the studio. I’ve been busy helping Alex in the kitchen. Have YOU checked the studio?” She’s shorter with him than she means to be but she’s been working her ass off to make this day perfect and now everyone else has somehow managed to lose the guest of honour.

She pinches the bridge of her nose and takes a deep breath. “Sorry. I’ll go check. Just…” She pauses to point at everyone, “nobody move. Please.”

Julie yanks the door open. She turns to glare at the others one last time before marching outside.

She reaches the studio and stops. She takes another deep breath. If he’s not in here, she has no idea what she’s going to do. If he is in here… Well, that’s a whole other problem.

Then, she hears the plink of a piano key. And another. They’re just barely loud enough to be heard and try as she might, Julie can’t pick up any sort of pattern or melody to them.

Julie grabs the handle and pulls the door open.

It’s dark. The only sources of light are the windows behind her and the greenhouse at the back of the space. There’s just enough to make out Luke’s figure hunching over the piano.

“Luke! Where have you been? It’s time to go!”

“I’ve been… here.” Luke lazily waves his arm, gesturing toward the space.

There’s a slight crack in his voice and Julie’s face screws up in concern. She takes a few tentative steps toward him before quickly making up her mind and rushing up to him.

She ducks down to catch his gaze, eyes wetter than she’s used to seeing on the larger than life ghost. “Luke, what’s wrong?”

His voice cracks again as he tries to answer her, “If I hear the word ‘birthday’ one more time…”

Juie’s brows furrow in confusion, “Do you not want-”

He shakes his head to silence her. “No, it’s just… hard to explain.”

“Do you want to try?”

He drops his chin to his chest. “Not really,” he mutters.

“Okay, well you don’t have to.” She stands back up and shoves him over to make room for her on the bench.

She sits beside him and holds her arms out.

Luke collapses into them. Julie lets out a light huff when his head hits her shoulder but wraps her arms around him without comment. They hadn’t really talked about his birthday in the last year and how it feels for him to be back but not. Everyone else’s birthdays had come and gone and he’d been his usual, bubbly, loving self for all of them. Julie imagines that they’ve all been doing quite a bit of acting since the ghost boys first showed up in her studio, herself included. Nobody quite knows how to navigate this weird half-life they’ve found themselves in so they’d just been taking each moment as it comes. Unfortunately that means some feelings were probably being left unprocessed by the lot of them.

“I’ve got you,” she whispers to him as she rubs her hand up and down his back.

Luke’s entire body starts shaking as he starts to cry in earnest.

Julie coos platitudes and shushes gently as she holds Luke through his sobs.

He pulls away as his crying slows and Julie reaches out to cradle his face. She wipes the tears from his cheeks with her thumbs.

“Hey, we don’t have to do anything today. What do you want?” she asks softly.

Luke places his hands over hers. “I don’t… I don’t know. I don’t even remember the last time I had a truly good birthday. Last year was… Well, you know. And before that it was just… complicated” He leans further into her touch.

Julie takes her free hand and sweeps Luke’s hair back from his face. “Well, we can do whatever. We can ignore today completely. We can hang here with the crew. We can kick everyone out so you can be alone. Whatever you need.”

Luke’s silent for a moment. He takes their hands down from his face and holds hers in his lap. “You made cake?”

Julie nods. “Yeah, with Alex. He said it’s your favourite.”

“Can we… can we take some to my parents?”

Julie cocks her head to the side as she considers the request. “You don’t want to-”

“No,” Luke interrupts her thought, “I know they can’t see me and it’s better that way. But could you do like you did for the song?”

“Yeah. We can do that… Do you mean like, right now?”

Luke squeezes her hand and looks up at her. “Well, in a bit? Maybe we could just sit here a little while longer?”

“Yeah, Luke of course. Whatever you need. I imagine the others will start getting antsy soon though.”

Luke leans back into Julie. “Let ‘em.”

With a soft chuckle, Julie wraps her arms around him and breathes in these last few moments of peace.

#thank you!#answered ask #prompt fill #nobodys fics #jatp #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #julie molina

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calenhads · 1 year

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collpase + catalina!!

21. collapse + catalina hawke

words: 1,251 warnings: canon-typical blood, violence, and presence of corpses

Though the dust was settling thickly over the ever-damp streets of Darktown, Catalina found that her heart could not — would not — do the same. It rattled like a wild thing inside her chest, desperately tearing at the bars of her ribs as if it might break free. Around the edges of her vision, the walls blurred with a thick fog. Likely the chokedamp that writhed and gathered in the darkest corners of this fucking maze. She scoffed, and tasted blood with it. Faintly, she remembered how it had sprayed from a fatal wound, her sword cleaved several inches deep into the meat of that Carta dwarf’s shoulder. Her mouth must have been hanging open, gasping for a breath or crying out in fury. Nose wrinkling, she spat copper-tinged and thick into the dirt at her feet. It wasn’t as if it wouldn’t blend right into the already-bloodied earth. "Oh, Bethy,” she began under her breath, kicking at a corpse petulantly, “this was easier when you could just burn them for me. Now I have to own a flint.” Catalina drew the aforementioned flint and steel from the pouch at her hip, ignoring how her whole body twinged at the motion. A hot bath later would sort that right out, if she could convince Bodahn to help her dredge up the water for it. It was easy enough to light up the pile, crouching low to the ground until the spark grew into a polite blaze, held at bay by the damp walls and the chokedamp that clung to them. Better to burn the bodies than to let them fester in this place.

She might have done so, once upon a time, before Anders and his steady insistence. Rot wrought disease in all places, even more so among the lowest of the low, trapped here away from the sun. It was assuredly selfish, but if Catalina could limit the visitors to Anders’ clinic, she would. Maybe then he would come home more nights than not. A few long moments later, when she planted her hands steadily on her knees and pushed herself upright, a groan gusted past her lips. It slipped through her gritted teeth, unexpected and bright in the recesses of the Undercity. Her body ached. Dulled edges of pain grew sharp, whetted by the drain of adrenaline from her bones. Distantly, Catalina realized her side was too warm under her armor, that the fog clinging to the edge of her vision was not only gathered in the dark corners of the street. When she pressed a tentative hand to her ribs, it came back wet and warm — fresh then. “That’s not good,” she breathed through a weak chuckle, a sardonic curl to her lips. Anders would have her head this time, for sure. Anders. Andersandersandersandersandersanders. He would be able to help. He would give her an earful first for being so damn reckless, for going out alone, for being a fool with a god-complex. But he would help even as he grumbled, and he would press his lips to her forehead as his hand rested gentle and warm and glowing with magic across the span of her wound. Catalina pressed her own hand to the steadily-bleeding wound at her side, and imagined it was his. Thinner, but with longer fingers, and steadier than her own. And she walked onward, disguising the pained limp of her gait, the easy target she would make so far away from home. It helped, too, that her hair remained matted with blood not her own, smeared where she had tried and failed to wipe her face clean. That her armor clanked forebodingly with every labored step. As she walked, her mind wandered. Easier to think of bowls of milk left out for the strays and a lantern set out in the creeping darkness than to let her mind get caught on the jagged edges of torn skin. She was almost like a stray herself, she thought. Always showing up on his doorstep with a sad look about her. A dry laugh rumbled in her chest like a prayer, turning into a wet cough and a wince as she gripped more tightly at her side. Blood bubbled up between her fingers, welling up and over and dripping into the dirt. It was stupid of her to leave such an obvious trail, but her mind was full of golden hair and golden eyes. Long, thin fingers with bony knuckles that poked and prodded and fit between her own. And it was growing darker around the edges, until all she had was a slipping hold on her side and the faint awareness of heavy steps plodding on. A lantern glowed faintly above, wavering like a mirage. Real? Catalina couldn’t tell, not with how her ears were ringing and her eyes refused to focus. They slid from brown-tinged wall to brown-tinged wall until she was dizzy with it, feet shuffling through the dust and dirt and waste without lifting up. She feared she might lose it entirely.

There was a door in front of her. That hadn’t been there before, had it? Catalina didn’t remember seeing it. She would have remembered seeing it. She liked this door. It was easy enough to sag against the doorframe, her pauldron connecting heavily with the wood. Later, there would be a dent left behind, a reminder that they had lived and loved and survived in this place. But now there was only the dull metallic edge digging into an old, dry plank. After a pause — only a moment, but feeling so much longer for the way her vision blurred and her head swam — the door creaked open. A beam of golden light from the lantern above her head slipped through the crack, illuminating a man peering out. For a brief, kismet moment her vision focused and all that mattered was him. Anders. “Hawke?” he asked, brows pinched in worry and eyes narrowed in strain against the blue lines that threatened to overtake them. Unable to help herself, Catalina grinned at him, baring bloodied teeth as she leaned more heavily against the doorway. “Miss me?” she teased, voice slurring, before she collapsed forward and into him. Anders grunted under the sudden weight, the breath knocked from his lungs even as his arms reflexively wrapped around her middle to support her. “I missed you,” she admitted quietly, morose now as she tucked her nose into the space between his feathered cape and his neck, sighing heavily. He was so warm like this, comfortable even through the clinical scent of antiseptic and the heavier shroud of putrefaction that lay over him. She knew she smelled the same. Life and Death always had a funny way of taking after one another. “I know, dear. I missed you too.” The blue light had faded now into nothingness. Catalina sighed into the crook of his neck in answer, some of the lingering tension draining out her body. His hand, slender and clever, swept soothingly over her side and in its wake was the warm tingle of magic knitting her skin back together. “Come, let’s get you to bed,” he murmured, walking her towards one of the empty cots with all the professionalism any man could muster with a grown woman clinging to him like a burr. Catalina only nodded, stepping weakly in time with him as if they were dancing a waltz. They were certainly close enough to have been. “We’ll talk in the morning. Now sleep, Lina.”

#meaghan talks #ask #um! here comes meaghan 10 months late with a steel chair!!!!#literally this has been sitting in my inbox since late may of last year #but i wanted to write for them and remembered this ask so <3 #if you see any typos and/or inconsistencies no you didn't there was only so much research i could do when i was writing this #considering that i wrote it in class this morning because i was bored </3 #anywayssss ty for reading i love cringefail bisexuals in love #my writing #oc: catalina hawke #x: the war is over

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