#i feel like he doesn't get enough credit for how much of a sweetie he is bc he's a shy boyo

[deerlottie]

🐶🦝 — the best tip

summary: shauna and nat don’t have enough money to pay for the pizza. warnings: 18+ MDNI, based off a porno…delivery guy!reader, bondage, dubcon, transmasc!reader, tdick, degrading.

as you wait outside the front door with a hot pizza in hand, you sigh and kick your feet. you couldn't wait to go home after this. it was your last delivery of the night and all you wanted to do was jump under your comfy blankets and sleep.

you stand up straight when you hear rustling from inside and clear your throat. a woman with brown hair that falls a little past her shoulders opens the door with a kind smile, making a noise of happiness as she eyes the pizza. "oh, finally! come on in sweetie. set it on the table will you? i'll be right back with the money."

nodding, you walk in and notice another figure off to the side smoking. they're wearing nothing but a white t-shirt, panties and fishnets. you blush and avert your eyes while timidly putting the box on the table.

"what's your name, pizza boy?" they speak, putting out the cigarette in the ashtray.

"uh, i-its-"

"natty, leave them alone! gosh, i'm so sorry. how much was it again?" the woman asks, fishing in her wallet.

"18.50." you reply, impatiently leaning against the chair. you catch who you now know as natty's eye and he smirks at you, raising his eyebrows.

"shit. i don't have enough. nat, do you have any cash on you?"

"nope. only a credit card that has a dollar on it. sorry shauna." he doesn't sound sorry at all. in fact, he looks smug as he walks towards you and looks you up and down. "how 'bout this - you give us the pizza for free, and we fuck you."

your eyes widen at his proposal and you laugh. yeah, right. you shake your head and go to grab the pizza box but nat is faster. he pushes you away, causing you to stumble back. "fuck it. just take the pizza, i'm out of here."

but before you can open the door, shauna and nat jump on you, grabbing your limbs so you're rendered useless as you try to punch at them.

"what the fuck?! let me go!" you struggle in their grip but they easily overtake you and lead you over to the couch, tossing you on it. they're on you again, and shauna covers your incessant 'bitching' with her hand, your groans muffled. "look at him, natty. so pathetic under our grasp."

you thrash around on the couch but it's no use, nat has his whole weight on your legs. he laughs condescendingly at your feeble attempts to flee and smacks the side of your ass. "stop moving! shut up and enjoy this, slut."

he motions at shauna, "go get the rope. and duct tape too."

once they finish securing the ropes, shauna places the tape around your mouth while nat holds your face still. "good. now we can't hear him complain." he slaps your face playfully and shauna moves to sit on your legs.

her hands leisurely travel down to your pants, running against your unfortunate bulge. you hear hear chuckle as you moan from her hands feeling around it, still trying to wiggle out of the rope. "seems like your mouth says no, but your head says yes." she squeezes your tdick, making your whimper out in pleasure.

as she unbuckles your belt, you feel a wave of panic surge through your body and start kicking your legs again, but you can't lie, some part of you likes this. you hear nat mock how you're still struggling and he kneels by your head. "look at him shauna, still tryna fight back when he knows we've won."

nat roughly tugs your pants down to your mid thighs and you hide your face into your arms as you prepare for their words as they notice how drenched your boxers are. they both coo, rubbing their hands along your skin, groping and grabbing at you.

"c'mon, just relax. we'll take care of you." nat murmurs in your ear, lifting your shirt up to your chin. he squeezes both your pecs before harshly pinching one of your nipples between his fingers. you groan out in pain, trying to twist your body away from him.

shauna's still feeling you up, but now her focus is on your stomach - specfically your happy trail. she tugs and pulls until it feels uncomfortable and you plead for her to stop, but your voice is concealed.

"what's that, sweetie?" she asks in a sickly, sweet tone. "i couldn't hear you."

"i think he wants us to fuck him already." nat replies, getting up and heading to the kitchen. he returns with a pair of scissors and your eyes widen. he cuts a strip up your shirt, tearing the rest off so your upper half is completely naked.

you hide your face in your arms as nat leans down to lick at your hard nipples, ashamed at how much pleasure you're getting out of this. he bites down, growling like a dog as he tugs it between his teeth. as he's savoring your upper half, shauna's doing the same to your lower half.

she's giving your tdick little licks through your boxers, holding your hips down as you subconsciously try to hump her face. you slowly relax against the couch, mind going empty and numb as you take in everything that's happening to you.

"look at him, natty." shauna speaks softly, as if she spoke any louder you'd go back to fighting them. "he's finally giving in."

"good boy," nat praises you. you whimper, turning your head to face him as you stare down at him with dazed eyes. "i think he's ready." he nods at shauna.

your body shudders as shauna cuts up your boxers and takes them off, the cold air making your tdick twitch. she immediately warms you up though, greed mouth hungrily sucking you off.

nat watches for a minute before scooting over and resting a hand on shauna's head, making her bob up and down on your cock. your eyes flutter as you melt further into the couch, letting them use you however they want.

"i think we're gonna keep you, pizza boy." nat rasps out, and when you open your eyes, his are already on yours.

and you don't fight back, you don't disagree, because you want to be theirs. forever.

#.myworks #yellowjackets x reader #shauna shipman x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #yellowjackets smut #natalie scatorccio smut #shauna shipman smut

[turtlesocksv2]

Liveblogging DFF episode 9

last time we checked in, Non was having just the Worst Time Possible, everyone was trying to cover their asses and Phi was entering into Murder/Detective Mode.

i know i've said it before but god the opening credits are SO GOOD. i don't think we appreciate them enough.

We're back in the present day! it's been so long! Tan is fucking brave to fight Fluke for the gun.

IT'S WHITE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR TRIPOD! BAH GOD THAT MAN HAD A FAMILY! love you white you're doing amazing sweetie.

...there was just a water bottle there at the shrine? and it looked opened? are you actually going to drink that? at least you smelled it first??? Ahhhh but notice Phi doesn't drink it! he lets Jin drink it but doesn't do it himself! my sus king.

"Why are you being so nice to me" i mean, dude is at least nominally your friend and you dislocated your shoulder or whatever and there's a killer out there after you guys? i think that'd be cause enough for Phi to be nice lmao. I get it though, Jin, i get it.

Aha, so we've got some timeline stuff. PhiJin absolutely happened POST PhiNon, which i had seen some intriguing theories that maybe PhiJin was actually first but this is confirmation otherwise. also that Jin very much had feelings for Phi but Phi was the one pushing the friends agenda, which we mostly knew.

Jin on that "you like Tan!" shit again, no wonder Phi didn't want to be in a relationship with your insecure self lmao. Tan is just his Bestie who helps with his Plucky Girl Detectiving, no big deal.

Once again, Jin sees things that Phi doesn't. shortly after the water. Hallucinogen maybe? guilty conscience definitely.

well that's one way to snap him out of the panic

slight detour inspired by the blood splatter everywhere in this shrine is that if the Janta Cult isn't real/doesn't play a part in this somehow, I'm going to be so upset. why bring up perfectly good murder cults if you're not going to give us the payoff? BOC? Dr Sammon I just have questions! (that said, the theory that the mafia is using the cult rumors as a front for a body dumping ground is intriguing.)

Oh ho, Phi's gonna confess everything to Jin! but will it really be everything? 👀

poor Phi is so conflicted. he's hurt, but he loves Non but he doesn't want to see him but he doesn't want to end up like his divorced parents, he can't stop thinking about it, he regrets what he said, but he still so hurt.

Non's dad got transferred. interesting.

Ooooh Phi found the picture! and the real script!

Non's mom knows Phi. I wonder if she knew they were boyfriends of if she thought they were just friends. lmao at her Ring The Doorbell You Shady Shit, Were You Raised In A Barn?

New contacting Phi as the news breaks...the drama. i love it.

Tan is New confirmed!

OOOF. major oof. "aren't you sad i'm going to England?" "Whether you're here or not doesn't make a difference" just ouch.

He may have been a Not Great brother in your life, Non, but in your death New/Tan is going to Get Answers and Get Justice! giving up a scholarship in England, lying to his parents about it...Tan is going to Fuck Shit Up.

Jin, get your 'there's a cute boy around!!!!" face under control.

Tan just dives right in to asking questions and these bitches are so fucking sus from the word 'go'. yeah, they clearly have something to do with Non disappearing.

lmao Jin does not stand a fucking chance against Phi's seduction.

i am dying at Tan's "You didn't study, dumbass" on his ankle. Top's face is Too Funny.

Aww, White waiting for Tee after school and the group roasting them is really cute.

Phi how dare you take Jin to your and Non's spot! so rude! can't trust men at all, the second you disappear he's taking another man to the place you became boyfriends.😂 Jin awkwardly trying to figure out of this means Phi likes him back is cute.

Why Jin, how bold! asking Phi to stay the night!

oh damn this is full on full on, okay. Ta's ass just out there bare. "don't worry, i won't be too harsh i don't want to dislocate your shoulder" "who fucks so hard they dislocate a shoulder?" somewhere else in Bangkok VegasPete's ears are burning. Anyway, Phi was like 'don't test me, i'm being gentle for YOUR sake.' and that's the Minor Family Theerapanyakul in Ta. i was absolutely waiting for that astronaut dog figurine to fall lmao.

Tan going for the kill with that Did You Cheat On My Brother. Tan i'm sorry but not only is your brother most likely dead but Phi and Non are actually very broken upright now, no matter how much Phi wishes neither of those were true. Phi is in the clear here re: Cheating. He is not in the clear for manipulating Jin into sleeping with him, but like, Jin's into it so whatever for now.

"Fuck him however much you want but don't fall in love. He's with those assholes so he's also an asshole" i mean! He's not wrong! Jin is a good looking nice boy he could absolutely find other friends. the fact that he stays with these fuckheads......

poor Non's parents.

these teenage boys have better skincare routines than I do and I'm

Jin just pass Phi a note in class: Do U Like Me Check Yes Or No

Ah, Jin has such bad timing. Everything about this is brutal. but lol this makes the 2nd boy in a row that Jin likes that doesn't like him back.

Tan doing chemistry shit. he's gonna be drugging everyone i just know it. also, never ever have your cellphone out in a lab and never answer it with your gloves on! Lab Safety 101!!!!

damn, Tan, you could have at least made up a part time job in england or something so that your parents didn't have to sell their house. this entire family's been ripped apart by all this shit.

and now Tan is alone. all he has is his investigation into Non and Phi his sort of brother-in-law.

oh shit, was it Tan's cigarette smoke that was causing hallucinations???! or are they the antidote to whatever Tan drugged the others with or both?

confirmation that Tan was drugging everyone!

lol Tan's face at he very end as he takes in the chaos

#i loved it #team Tan #dead friend forever #dff #dff the series

[ashes-writing]

s u r p r i s e s | supernatural ; s.winchester

** all images made by me. prompt credits go to the makers of the lists I used which can be found[ here ] [here] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [here] [here]and [here] - a huge thanks to all the wicked talented creators of these prompt lists. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 - 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜

↪ summary

--- you meet Sam Winchester in an airport, hit it off and proceed to spend the night together at a local bed and breakfast but it doesn't quite end there... [ this could become a fic in the future.. only if enough people wanted to see more tbh. ]

↪ pairing / fandom

--- female!reader x Sam Winchester - Supernatural.

↪ warnings

--- mentions of alcohol, one night stand is eluded to here, swearing, there's a chance I'm rusty on writing Dean so sorry in advance, potentially highly characterized Singer!female reader with female parts, flirting and innuendo and that awkward moment when you realize how small the world really is. Also, if I do anything else with this, there is only loose canon compliance, jsyk. that also applies here, this is not set in any certain season, Jess didn't die they broke up instead and Sam 'wants' to get back into the family business here.

↪ taglist, babes

--- my taglist is [here] if you'd like to be on it. @tbmunson listen, if not for you listening / talking to me about this, I never would have thought about writing this... I hope you like it. It took a turn, bestie. It took a turn.

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Sam almost feels relieved when the announcement plays over the airport intercom. Immediately following this, he feels immense guilt. It’s not that he doesn’t miss his brother and his father, it’s just that he’s reluctant to go home for the holidays. There’s just always so much tension there and it’s hard to be around them both when Sam feels like they blame him for the death of his mother to an extent. Or that you feel like you’re better than them, the thought comes and Sam shoves it down because he can even hear Dean’s voice saying it in his head when it just simply isn’t the case.

No matter how many times Sam tries to tell his father and brother that he doesn’t think he’s better than they are, he still feels like maybe Dean really believes he does. It’s the source of a lot of their fights over the phone.

And all he wants to do right now is just be numb for a while. The breakup with Jess was hard but it was necessary. They wanted different things. It goes without saying, Sam is hurting really bad.

A soft as velvet voice nearby catches his attention and he finds himself staring at you for a few seconds as you pace the lobby of the terminal. You’re twirling a strand of hair around your finger and laughing while you roll your eyes. On the other end of the line, your mother is talking a mile a minute. She’s excited because she’s reunited with your birth father, Bobby and she wants the two of you to play house and get to know each other over the holiday break. You, on the other hand, well.. You’re not sure what to make of it. And you really didn’t want to intrude on your mom’s honeymoon phase with the man.

“Sweetie, if you need your father and his friend John to come and get you..”

“Mom, no. Absolutely not. I’m fiiiine, alright? I’ve got my butterfly knife, I’ve got mace and I’ve got a new taser on my keychain. Plus, someone shoved me into every self defense class they could find when I was a kid.”

“And you’re better off for it, sweetie. The world is a crazy place. At least you’re not dependent on anyone to fight your battles for you.” your mom points out. You laugh softly and fall down into a hard plastic chair in the waiting area and you sigh as you see the harsh temperatures flash on the screen overhead. “Jesus christ, how does the guy live in a frozen Arctic hell, ma?” you question.

“His cabin is nice, honey. It’s out in the woods. Peaceful.” your mother sighs. She sounds happier than you’ve heard her sound in years. “I just can’t wait for you to finally meet each other. Hurry up already.”

“Okay, mom. Alright. Jesus. Look, I just think maybe you should have this conversation with Old Man Winter and not me. I love you. I gotta go up and see what flight they just announced, okay? I’ll see you guys soon, one way or another.”

“No driving!”

“Moooom, jesus.” you laugh as you hang up the phone and shove it back down into the pocket of your heavy fake  fur trimmed peacoat. Maybe the thin slip sundress beneath was a bad choice in light of the weather you landed in the midst of, but it was fine for the weather where you flew in from. Naturally, it’s November and it’s a balmy 70 degrees in Louisiana.

You shoulder your backpack of clothes and you start to turn and this puts you body to body with an actual giant.

A sexy giant, not that you’d ever say it out loud or anything.

He gives you a little grin and the two of you attempt an awkward apology as you try to navigate each other, only to wind up in each other’s space all over again.

“Sorry!”

“I swear I’m not doing this to cop a feel, this place is just..” Sam trails off as he looks down at you and you nod, agreeing quietly, “Way too fucking crowded and loud.”

“They cancelled all the flights, if that’s what you were going to ask.” Sam calls out to you as you start to walk away. You give him a thumbs up as you turn back.

You’re alone in a strange airport and honestly, there’s been more than one or two creepy people lingering around that you’ve noticed. Maybe this has everything to do with why you walk over to him and tap his shoulder.

Sam turns around, this puts him body to body with you all over again. You smell like caramel and vanilla, it’s a heavy scent that bursts in the air around you and has his mouth watering a little. He smells like pine, something clean and earthy that comforts you almost instantly because you can feel your body unclench itself. Before you stop yourself, you’ve stepped even closer and you tilt your head to the side just a little, enough to look up at him and smile as you nod to the food court nearby. “I’m starving and I don’t wanna eat alone..  Wanna grab a bite with me?”

Sam’s hand raises, tangling in shaggy hair. “Sure.”

The two of you fall into what has to be the easiest conversation you’ve ever had as you make your way across the crowded airport. He tells you that he was planning to go to South Dakota because apparently, that’s where his father and his older brother happen to be for the holiday. When he tells you they’re on a hunting trip, you have this random memory pop into your head and it’s a memory you now know is a lie, it had to be a lie, but it’s similar somehow and it’s strange.

“Yeah, when my uh.. When my dad broke it off with my mom, he went on a hunting trip too. Never came back.” -as soon as the words leave your mouth you want to kick yourself. Sam is apologetic but you shrug and reassure him that you’re totally fine, “It’s not like it’s a big deal and apparently, it wasn’t like… heart breaking for her because they’ve gotten back together recently? And they’re somewhere in the middle of nowhere in South Dakota too. I was going to spend Thanksgiving with them while film school is on break.”

“You go to film school?” Sam asks, grinning. You laugh and nod. “Yeah, I’m in the program at LSU.. My dream is to be an indie horror film director or like… make documentaries.”

It’s not exactly the truth, but it’s not entirely a lie either. You really want to make documentaries about your paranormal investigations and the cold cases you’ve grown up so fascinated by. It was either film school or Forensic science and law enforcement,  and somehow, you felt like your mother would be more ‘okay’ with you choosing film school. Honestly, you prefer it.

“Hey, wait… you have a podcast, right? America the Spooky? I knew I recognized your voice!” Sam seems triumphant and you laugh softly. You nod as you grin up at him. You’re honestly a little shocked that anyone listens to your podcast, let alone someone like him.

Someone who seems to be well-adjusted and have normal interests. From the looks of the guy, he’s got pre-med or law major written all over him with the plaid shirt and the nice jeans, the North Face pullover.

“You’re pre-med or law… Tell me I’m wrong.”

Sam chuckles. “Law school. I wanna be a defense attorney or a prosecutor.”

You pump a fist.

Sam pulls out the chair at the table you’ve chosen to sit at and eat your meal. You flash him a playful grin. “Prettyboy law student and he has manners? Why.. Be still my beatin heart.” you let the fading southern accent come out a little heavy and Sam chuckles. “Where are you from?”

“Guess!”

“Uh..” Sam rubs his chin thoughtfully as you pore over the menu in front of you and wait. When he guesses, it surprises you just how close he is to the truth.

“New Orleans?”

“Actually, it’s Shreveport. But you got the state, how?”

“The uh.. The accent. But it’s cute!” Sam laughs.

A plump older woman makes her way over, taking a pen from the bun in her hair as she takes out her notepad. Your eyes dart around the crowded restaurant and you know you’re safe, but your mother’s endless warnings and the constant preaching you got as a kid to be aware of your surroundings at all times is at play and it can’t be helped.

“Lookin for someone?” Sam asks.

“Huh?” you laugh softly and shake your head, “No, my mom, uh.. She raised me to be hypervigilant and like.. Lately, weird things have been happening?”

“The apartment… Right?”

“Yeah! You heard that episode? I actually did take an EMF while I was filming. Got some feedback on the ghostbox too. Picked up some pretty interesting stuff. But it’s an old building, I mean, c’mon..” you dismiss it even though you can still hear the voice recording you picked up during the session and it still chills you to the bone.

The whole experience is probably the only reason you’re seriously debating on just finishing your semester online because you’re too afraid to go back. 

“The weird things.. They only happen there, right?” Sam questions. He’s debating on whether or not to text Dean, then he stops and thinks about it. Dean will probably laugh it off or dismiss it because it’s not a cryptid or something more mysterious or out of the ordinary.

You nod. “Yeah… I mean, aside from feeling like I’m being watched, but I mean, that’s my whole life, honestly?”

Sam cringes a little. You laugh softly and shake your head. “I guess my mom’s paranoia did rub off on me?”

Sam knits his brows. “Paranoia?”

“When I say my childhood was interesting.. Just take my word for it.”

“Ah. Yeah, I get it. Trust me, I get it.”

And one look into golden brown eyes tells you that he definitely gets it.

When you’re talking about your mother, all Sam can think is that he definitely knows how you feel, being raised by a hunter was… Quite the experience.

And not all of it was good, either.

,, but he was helping people… even if the people he should have been trying harder to help were with him the whole time. Look at what Dean’s doing now, man.”

He shoves the thought out of his head as the waitress returns, sitting your plates down in front of you both. You close your eyes and bow your head. Sam thinks it’s cute and out of respect, he does the same. After a few seconds of silence, you’re both digging into your food.

“There’s a bed and breakfast near here. They have one room left.”

It makes you both laugh when you say it at the same time. You swallow hard and stare at him a second or two. “We could share the room.. I mean, it’s not like you’re a stranger now, right?” you smile a little.

You have the sweetest smile he’s ever seen in his life and the instant the thought comes, Sam is flooded with guilt. Because he’s just ended things with Jessica, a girl he loved. A girl he still loves, despite the issues and the incompatibility.

,, but you’ve hinted at things you were never comfortable talking to her about in the first place, man. Stop and think about it.” the thought comes and Sam mulls it over. When he opens his mouth he’ll swear it was to suggest the Motel 6 off the interstate that he’s been reading Yelp reviews for for ten minutes, but instead, he’s agreeing to share the room at the little bed and breakfast.

–

“Everything okay, Lenore?”

The question draws her out of her thoughts. She rubs her forehead and laughs softly, gazing up over her shoulder at Bobby Singer, who is standing behind her chair. She nods.

“Our daughter is stuck in an airport in North Dakota tonight. She said she’s gonna get a room for the night and try to rent a car tomorrow.”

“Nonsense.. Dean, you’ll go get her, you’re already going that way to pick up Sam…” John smiles. “It’s better to let a seasoned driver handle it, Len. The roads can be treacherous.”

Dean glances from his father to Bobby and shrugs, shoveling mashed potatoes into his mouth. “Still say Sam’s not gonna show.”

“I don’t want to be any trouble, my girl will be fine..” Lenore tries to insist but Dean grins. “Nonsense, it’s fine.”

The brunette seems to relax a lot more when Dean reassures her that he’ll be fine with picking up both her daughter and Sam in North Dakota. ,, If Sam even bothered to come.” the thought comes and it’s bitter and for just a split second, Dean feels guilty.

It’s not like Sam abandoned them completely, he’s usually on the first flight out at any hint that he’s needed.

But the last time he came back, he wasn’t happy about it. Something about a girl and exams and maybe deep down, Dean was more than a little envious.

Dean finishes eating and stands, taking his plate into the kitchen to wash it. “Meatloaf was damn good, Lenore!” he calls out to her as he’s finished washing his plate and he’s pocketing his keys.

“Where are you heading, son?”

“Gonna get a jump on the drive. Might clear my head and help me figure out where we’re heading next, old man.” Dean is vague but as usual, John doesn’t seem to mind. He chuckles and nods. “Call me if you run into anything weird.”

“Gotcha.”

The door to the cabin slams behind Dean and the topic of conversation at the table turns to the podcast Lenore’s daughter hosts. The apartment building she lives in off campus near LSU and how it’s supposedly haunted, so this gave her daughter the not-so brilliant idea to host a live on Halloween and how ever since, her daughter has seemed… A little off somehow.

“She’s always been into this kind of stuff. She thinks I don’t know the real reason she chose Film school over Forensic science. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad she didn’t wanna go down the law enforcement path because that’s dangerous in and of itself because I know my girl and I know she wouldn’t have been happy with just doing Forensics and she’d have wound up working at the Behavorial Analysis Unit or over at  Quantico but.. Some of these places she picks to investigate are dangerous.”

“And we’re gonna talk to her about it when she gets here, hon, I promise.” Bobby is trying to ease Lenore’s mind and she nods. “She’s so headstrong though.”

“Yeah, well. I’m stubborn too. That episode she did where she went into the condemned house in Little Rock scared me shitless, woman.”

“What happened, Bobby?” John asks.

“The damn porch was about t’ fall in as she walked in. She just waltzed her little ass right inside, too. And we both know that stuff can attach itself to a person, John.. I just don’t want her putting herself in danger, man.”

“I get it, man.”

–

You’re at that stage of tipsy where you’re giggling and you can’t stop. Sam is sitting on the bed across the room and for the better part of an hour, you’ve been passing a bottle of tequila back and forth as Sam tells you about law school and how hard it all is, the breakup with his girlfriend Jess and his mixed feelings at going back to spend the holidays while helping his father and brother out with some hunt they’re doing.

“Yeah, well.. Try bein’ me. All I’m gonna hear is, “Oh honey, there’s this boy, he’s the grandson of the deacon down at my church..” you giggle as you wipe the back of your hand across your mouth and go silent. “The last guy she tried to set me up with so I’d ‘settle my ass down and stop worrying her to death’ to quote her… He was already seeing somebody!”

“At least your mom meddles, though.”

“Too much!” you’re laughing and you snort. Sam falls over on the bed laughing too and you pout. “She’d eat you up. Have you off tasting wedding cakes and everythin’ before we even have a proper first date.”

Sam sits up and stretches, reaching out for the bottle. He takes a healthy swig and as he’s doing it, he’s staring right at you. “She would, huh?”

“Mhm!”

The conversation has now gotten a little loaded, much like both you and Sam are at present. So you need to change the subject, but first you need to stop staring because his eyes are so distracting and you can’t seem to stop.

“What are you thankful for?”

Sam mulls over the question you’ve asked. “All night liquor stores. Turkey microwave meals, I guess.” he’s laughing when he says it, but he’s thinking about all the ‘family dinners’ on the holidays that seemed to follow that exact pattern and he’s realizing that maybe he misses his dad and his brother. And he really does wish he was closer.

And deep down, he knows already.. Law school was his dream but it’s turning out to be something he doesn’t really want. He’s gotten a glimpse of how broken the system is during a recent case he was allowed to shadow a local prosecutor in. Everyone is crooked. They’re out for themselves.

The victim’s family will never have their closure because the man who murdered their son is walking free and this is just eating him up inside.

You can feel the mood getting heavy. You take the bottle back and you move to sit on the same bed Sam is sitting on as you take a few long sips from the bottle. “I’m.. I’m thankful for gray sweatpants season.”

You want to die when the words come out because of course, Sam happens to be wearing said sweatpants and it’s your drunk and clumsy way of flirting a little because the tequila has obliterated all of your inhibition.

Sam is oblivious. He realizes what you were hinting about and he laughs too.

“Okay, fine. I’m thankful for Thanksgiving Clapback Season. Gives me one day where I can just be a… A smartass.” Sam hiccups and takes the bottle back from you as he goes on to add, “I’m t-thankful for short little sundresses. Y-you have to be f-freezing.”

“I’m just a l-little cold.” you giggle, holding up your fingers to indicate how cold you are.

And then you’re staring at each other. When Sam leans in closer and raises a hand to smooth your bangs back out of your eyes, your breath hangs in your throat. You’re leaning in too and you raise your thumb, resting it against his bottom lip. Your other hand raises and it catches in thick and shaggy hair. Before you can stop yourself, you’ve moved to seat yourself in his lap, legs around his waist.

“Hey Sam?”

“Yeah?” Sam’s voice comes out huskier, foreign to his own ears and he chuckles about it to himself. “What’s up?”

“Ever just l-like.. Done anything completely out o-of c-character?”

“Like w-what?”

“S-sharing a bed in a bed and breakfast in the m-middle of n-nowhere with a girl y-you met in an a-airport lobby?”

“I h-haven’t but.. I k-kind of w-want to.”

His lips graze against yours and the contrast, rough against soft, the taste of the turkey you’d both eaten a few hours prior, the smell of his cologne, all of it is almost overwhelming for you as you drag your tongue over the outline of his mouth and melt into him, breathing it all in. The kiss deepens and your nails dig down into the shoulder of the red,green and blue plaid shirt he’s wearing. Your heavy pea coat falls away, settling with a quiet rustle on the floor of the room.

And then you’re on your back and Sam is pressing himself down into you as you cling to him, a needy whine escaping your lips. During all of this, his cell phone is ringing and ringing but for the time being, Sam Winchester isn’t in a hurry to answer the call.

Sam’s eyes catch on the antique necklace you’re wearing and he hooks a finger into it, dragging the tip of that finger over your collarbones and making you shiver beneath him…

—

It’s foggy and gray the next morning. You both wake up with a pounding head, bodies tangled together. The ringing of your cell phones is what has both of you sitting up in the bed and rubbing your eyes as you both yawn at the same time. Sam leans in to give you a sweet little peck on the lips before grabbing his phone and stepping out into the hallway and as you reach for your phone, the thought crosses your mind that last night may have been just one night and right now, he’s probably out in the hallway talking to someone he left behind at school.

You make your way over to the windows and peer out, grimacing as you try to will the hangover away. Your mother is talking a mile a minute. The door to the room closes softly and Sam presses against you from behind.

“Sweetie, did y’ hear me? Your father’s sendin the son of his old huntin buddy to pick you up. His old huntin buddy doesn’t think it’s safe, you drivin all the way up here, not with the roads and all. You’re not used to the snow.”

“Mom, no.”

“Sweetie, just do this for me, please?”

“Okay, alright. Fiiine.” you mumble, rubbing your forehead.

“Okay, where’s this bed and breakfast again, Sammy?”

“It’s about ten minutes from the airport, Dean.” Sam answers his brother. “I shared a room with a girl I met in the lobby..”

Dean chuckles. “That why you sound like hell right now, man? How’d that go, hm?”

“Dean!”

“Oh come on, man.”

“Can you wait outside for Dean? He’ll be there in ten minutes.”

You’ve just heard Sam call his brother Dean but you put it off to coincidence. Sam hears your mother mention the name Dean but he puts it off to coincidence. After your calls have ended, you both rush to shower and get dressed in warmer clothes before heading downstairs to turn in your room key and wait.

“My brother, he’s uh.. On his way.”

“Yeah, my father’s apparently sending some guy a buddy of his knows to pick me up… So… About last night…” you’re fidgeting and Sam laughs, slipping an arm around you. “It was fun.”

You nod and smile. “I won’t forget it.”

“Me either.”

The Impala pulls to a slow stop and as soon as Dean picks up on what’s happened, he has to spend at least five minutes collecting himself before he gets out of the car, because he can’t stop laughing about it.

“Bobby is either gonna be real angry or he’ll be okay with it. This is like one of those soap operas, man.” Dean finally pulls himself together.

→ Dean is there, sweetie. Look for black Impala.

← You gettin in anytime before Christmas, Sammy? I’m waitin, man.”

You and Sam share a look.

“My ride’s here.”

“That’s my brother.” Sam nods to the Impala you’ve just been told by your mother belongs to the son of your father’s hunting buddy.

Your jaw drops.

“What’s wrong?”

You drag your hand through your hair and laugh softly as you hold out your phone to Sam.

“Wait.. You’re.. What’s your last name?” Sam asks, laughing at himself because last night happened so fast that somehow, neither of you even stopped to think one time that maybe it’d be a good idea to get each other’s names.

“Singer? What’s yours?”

“Winchester.”

“Wait.. Is John.. Is he your dad? Because that’s my father’s hunting buddy. He’s supposedly spending the holidays up at Bobby’s cabin now, I guess they’re gonna go on a huntin trip after my ma spends all day cookin for this ‘family’ Thanksgiving she’s determined to have?”

Sam nods. And he doesn’t tell you what exactly they’re really looking for.

Because you’re open minded, but somehow, he’s not entirely sure that hearing him confirm there are things out there that the average human just isn’t aware of will be taken well.

Sometimes, he wishes he could forget that humans aren’t the only species in existence. Or that ghosts are real and so are demons and right now, Heaven and Hell are fighting an ongoing war and using Earth and the human race as bargaining chips to an extent. Because honestly, he’s lived in it his whole life and sometimes, even he still can’t wrap his head around it.

“Yeah.. Dean.. is that who is supposed to pick you up? My brother’s name is Dean.”

“Mhm. In that Impala.” you nod towards the idling black car.

“This is going to be a fun ride, I guess?” you both double over laughing as you pick up your bags and start to make your way over to the car to get inside.

#sam winchester #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester x fem!reader #sam winchester x fem!reader imagine #sam winchester x fem!reader fanfiction #<- safe for everyone. a general tag for all my safe to read works. just abide by all warnings above. #-> heavily characterized female reader ; female parts + she's Bobby's daughter #<- fall into fall 2022 writing

[wikiangela]

okay, I'm finally watching 911 5x16 haha

oh wow we're going straight into the middle of the action, okay haha

damn, May in action, love that, she's so awesome 😍

and Claudette continues to be a bitch 🙄

aww Bobby is being a protective dad (when is he not lol) that's sweet

oooh, May snapped 😳 and like, I kinda get it tbh 😂 (loving the focus on May this episode but I do remember the promo and I'm worried haha)

aww Josh flirting, that was so awkward and adorable hahahaha

a time out 😂 tbh they both deserve it but I'm still with May, Claudette has been annoying for a little too long, imagine spending every shift next to that lmao

I just love an episode focusing this much on the dispatch center sooo much (especially since Eddie is there now 🙈😂)

Eddie immediately springing into action 😍 is this what's gonna convince him that he really prefers to be in the field???

Firefighter Eddie Diaz😍 (why did I tear up a little bit, god I love him so much)

Claudette is so condescending - it's not even about the credit but how she's talking and behaving towards May in general - like, just because she's much younger doesn't mean you can treat her like a child - and can she please fucking stop with the "babygirl" and "sweetie" etc, this infuriates me so much - you're in a workplace, she's your colleague, don't treat her like a literal baby please (also, treat her like a child = will behave like a child - not to mention now they're both behaving like that hahah)

I'm not saying May's right, and I'm not saying Claudette's right - but I'm with May here sns

aw, Albert's working with the 118 - I'm happy because we haven't seen Albert being a firefighter since like, he became one lol

look at Claudette being all helpful and bonding with May - still don't like her but that was nice haha

omg I'm already crying - May's up there, Bobby going in, Eddie suiting up too, "family history" 😭💔

and Eddie's like immediately in, no one questions it, Eddie and Buck working together again 😭 it's like he never left 😭

okay, I feel kinda bad for Claudette

"Today, you're a guest in this house" - "he's been waiting months to say that" 😂 and they manage to make me laugh in the middle of it all 😂😂

wow, Claudette's making me cry now (also, is this a bad moment to mention how gorgeous May looks lmao)

not Buck talking about blood cloths 😂😂😂

"you guys should take this act on the road" seriously tho 😂😂😂

Bobby trying to get to May - I am crying once again

Chim saved Albert 😭

oh no May and Bobby 😳 Captain Nash is down what are you doing to me 😭💔 and the team is immediately on the move 😭

I am sobbing 😭

oh thank fuck they're okay (I mean, obvi they are, but I was stu worried lol)

Bobby saved his kid 😭❤️ "is she alright?" and if I thought I was crying before wow, now I'm bawling 😭

them walking out together - I don't know what those sounds I just made were (something between sobbing and relieved laughter and like a squeel? it startled me lmao) but like... I am not okay

"God has spoken" yes She did - so... does that mean Eddie's officially back in the 118 now or...? (well "officially" as in he can and wants to now?)

that smile 😭 what the hell is wrong with me tonight, since when am I fucking half-squeeling half-sobbing, I swear this never happened before 😂😂😂

Buck 😢 also, I like him and Lucy as friends and I really fucking hope that they're not setting up a romance (let alone a fucking love triangle 🙄) here - can this man have a straight female friend with nothing romantic going on? I know they already kissed and that's enough (doesn't everyone kiss their friends when drunk at least sometimes lmao)

and obviously Taylor is there and looks at Buck and Lucy with that oh look😂 I like Taylor but this whole plot of 'oh he kissed someone, and oh no now she knows/suspects who and they work together' is meh and ridiculously overdone imo hahah - and why would your mind even go there, they're coworkers who's just been through something, can't they talk and comfort each other 😂😂😂 seriously, don't ruin Taylor for me 🤣

Yaaas, May was a badass like she always is 😍🔥 (is fire emoji appropriate here lmao)

"that's my dad" 😭❤️ God i love them so much, I just stopped crying, and here go the waterworks again (any dad stuff always gets me way too hard, probably bc of personal stuff lol)

the chat between Albert and Chim - cried once again, loved it - but also, I feel like we should've seen more of Albert this season, and see him struggle with being a firefighter just a little bit, because, like, I feel like we barely saw him this season, and they just told us that he was struggling and thinking of quitting (besides this episode) - so yeah, I'd love to see more but whatever

okay, Taylor was right that they don't need things to get messy, but like, it's still funny to me

oh shit 😱 Claudette DIED? (is it bad my first thought was 'poor May' 😂)

sooo, Monday's being weird now? so he's gonna still be around? and here I thought we weren't gonna see him again haha

omg this episode

I'm just... I cried so much (not more than on Boston, but still a lot lol) it was so good, I loved seeing more of the dispatchers, especially May ❤️ I love her so much haha and Bobby saved his daughter and I'm still crying about that 😭❤️ and firefighter Eddie Diaz is back baby (I think lol) 🎉😂

loved it a lot, it was amazing, gotta take a few to process it and then watch ls haha

#911 #911 spoilers #911 fox

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Hello☁️🌻🖤 how are you doing❤ can I ask L & T for isaac please? I'm a new follower and I really love your reactions and headcanon💛

Hi!!! I’m doing well, and I hope that’s the case for you too! Of course you can ask, and ty for such sweet words 💛💛💛 I do my best :D

L - Love (how do they show you they love you?)

I think so much of Isaac’s love comes through in his determination to be a reliable lover. Whether for better or worse, he’s always keenly aware of how others perceive him–he’s on quieter end of the spectrum, sometimes his confidence is easily shaken, and he gets sick/struggles with thirst easily. By rights, everyone in the mansion feels compelled to baby him and coo over him.

But he doesn’t want to be indulged and overwritten like that when he’s in a relationship. He wants a chance to prove himself–he wants to be the first person they come to when they have a problem. Even if it just feels like the weight of the world is heavy in that moment, he still wants to be the person to comfort them. He’s much more perceptive than people give him credit for, and while it may take a little time for him to read the signs correctly, after a point he will know almost immediately what’s wrong and how he can help.

With his lover’s permission–he would sooner cut his own hands off than force his solutions on them–I imagine he does things big and small to help them. If they’re overworked or feeling tired for whatever reason, he’s the first to pick up a broom/apron to help them out. He doesn’t think twice about hanging laundry or dusting. If they’re feeling restless or miss time together, he’ll plan entire days out: seeing the sights of Paris/traveling, going to that new restaurant his colleagues were raving about, finding a new place to stargaze and make love. Even if they have cuts and bruises, he’ll grind his teeth against the pain of the thirst if it means making sure his lover is okay, patching them up carefully.

He’s the type to rarely forget anniversaries or birthdays, and if he does it’s always a freak accident; perhaps he got so wrapped up in the cadence of the semester he just neglected the passing of time while buried under work. That being said, if he does miss it, he will do anything and everything in his power to make it up to his lover. No excuses–he’s well aware he let them down and wants to prove that it wasn’t something he meant to gloss over, just that he truly forgot or didn’t have time.

I think Isaac is v much a lover who can easily go unappreciated because of the nature of how his love works. It’s not always overt and obvious, rarely in your face and loud. It’s a kind of subtle, persistent warmth that makes life better so surely over time that you don’t really notice until he’s already irreplaceable to you. It’s hating mornings and always finding tea/coffee just the way you like it on your bedside, a sweet kiss and canoodling in bed before either of you have to start the day. It’s knowing that your hands and skin are sensitive especially in the winter or while washing, so he made special gloves to minimize the pain and chafing that normal gloves were causing (“with MC, I loved her to the point of invention…”). It’s knowing your favorite song and playing it in the living room while he’s working just because he knows it’ll be enough to lift your bad mood, maybe make you curious enough to seek him out so he can give you more affection and comfort.

With Isaac, love is about giving him a chance to show you he can be what you need–that he wants to be what you need–in the hopes that you’ll never look away from him. And, more importantly, because nothing is more important to him than the sight of your smile; it’s something he wants to cherish and protect forever. To Isaac, love is work–but not in the heavy-hearted way, or a reluctant way–it’s work in a realistic way. All good things in life take time and effort to cultivate, just like all scientific/mathematic findings require similar painstaking gathering of data and correct interpretation. He knows a thesis can’t be written in a single day, and he believes love to be no different–to inspire abiding love and good feeling, it means being there for your lover in meaningful, consistent ways.

Brb gonna go cry bc I fucking love my resident physics/math nerd g o d–

(Side note as to why I think so, too: some of the people he admires the most in the mansion can be considered paragons of this reliability virtue, and I think it’s v indicative of how he aspires to be like them in a way... Napoleon: lives for social justice, is always looking to help people in need esp women and children, always comforts and supports Isaac in moments of doubt Leonardo: always wants to help people and keep them happy, uses any of his numerous skills/emotional sensitivities to provide comfort and encouragement Le Comte de Saint Germain: despite appearances, he is ironclad in his support for his sons and will do anything in his power to protect them–will not abide needless harm or sorrow if he can intervene to help the person/they are receptive to his concern)

T - Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

It’s funny because I think this answer is somewhat tied to what I said above, in that reliability does play a part in how things play out between him and his lover. I think for him a big concern is making sure he’s not making the other person uncomfortable with his advances, and that he’s worthy of them at all.

That’s why I think it might depend on the person more than anything. Ideally, if the person is compatible with him and is able to mitigate misunderstandings and his anxiety, I don’t see it taking very long at all. Perhaps within about a year, I think he would venture to ask his lover out on a date. I feel like he’s the type of person who wants to have a good sense of the person he’s seeking as a prospective partner before he makes an attempt at dating. That being said, I also think he’s someone who isn’t afraid to keep trying; if things don’t work out, it’s a little hard on him, but he ultimately wants to keep trying to find someone he is truly in love with. He’s not really the type to get bitter or jaded, he’s more the type to get discouraged and reclusive if people really mistreat him.

Given his status as a vampire, I also see him being very patient with people who need a long time to develop trust to be able to fall in love–for instance people who identify as demi, or perhaps have been through a great deal of trauma. I think people underestimate his thoughtfulness sometimes? I think he’s more interested in making sure a person is comfortable and feels safe around him. He isn’t the type to cross boundaries; I think as long as he knows the person is trying to work through and meet him halfway somehow, he’s content to wait (to a reasonable measure). I do think he is someone who needs connection and physical love to be happy to some extent though…

So yeah the time frame could be within the first two years on the fast track and under ideal conditions, or it could be longer if the other person needs time or they have some differences to work out. I don’t think Isaac is the type to have a hard time falling in love, so much as love is just something that builds over time for him? I think he needs consistent positive experiences with that person, proof that they understand and see him for what he is (hint: a child in a sandbox, not a man interested in fame or obsessive academic prestige) to be able to fall in love. I think this necessity for grounding and persistent effort is what may make some people hesitate around him, but for people who understand how much warmth and thoughtfulness goes into his affections and attempts to reach out despite rattling fears of rejection/social anxiety, I wager they find Isaac easily lovable (and they’re big mood).

#asks #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp fluff #ikevamp headcanons #as you can see i am back on my bullshit because i just had an ungodly need for isaac fluff and would not sleep until this was written #i love him so much your honor... #i feel like he doesn't get enough credit for how much of a sweetie he is bc he's a shy boyo #but i personally love people like him--where love is in the little things #his kind of love just feels so earnest and warm even if he isn't super duper smooth about it all the time #i hope this was to your liking friend! I'm always happy for any excuse to gush about isaac~ #ty for the request <3333 #not incorrect quotes #rambles

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Drunk S/O Scenarios: Takeomi Akashi/ Keizo Arashi / Keisuke Baji/ Ran Haitani/ Rindou Haitani /Sanzu Haruchiyo/ Kakucho Hitto/ Wakasa Imaushi / Hakkai Shiba/ Taiju Shiba/ South Terano x Fem!Reader

synopsis: you're drunk. Are they? and how do they react?

wc: 3.2k

tw: suggestive, not fully NSFW

masterlist

song recommendation:

Takeomi Akashi

Omi really isn't the best help when it comes to drunken nights.

He's a pretty standard drinker (read: heavy) himself, but when you're drinking, he doesn't go overboard.

So you when you find yourself drinking too much, or when he finds you drinking too much, he takes you straight home to avoid any embarrassing... situations.

"Babe, can we get a swan for the backyard?" Takeomi frowns, hoisting you out of his truck and lacing his arm around your shoulder.

"Not sure about th--"

"Can we?" Your voice slurs and Takeomi hums an 'I'll think about it'. "The neighbors have swans. Why can't we?"

"We don't have a pond, sweetheart," Takeomi murmurs, opening the door to the house slowly, then leading you inside the foyer. "Do you think that maybe we could get swan floaties or--"

"No, I want the real thing!" you shout, and Takeomi sighs, shaking his head.

"Okay, okay," he whispers. "You need anything? I'm going to put you in the bed and then get some water for you."

"I need a swan."

"Don't worry, honey. We'll get you a swan." It takes him a little time to get you undressed, but when he gets you under the sheets, he places a tender kiss on your forehead. "I'll get you a swan as soon as possible."

Takeomi wanders into the kitchen, wiping his face and wondering if he should really splurge on that swan while he fills a glass up with water.

"And they're so fucking majestic!" you call out, no doubt in the bed with your arms spread like wings. "Like... like birds but fancy birds..."

"Fancy birds, eh?" Takeomi chuckles, sliding the glass of water onto your nightstand. "Like peacocks?"

"Oh..." You shoot up in the bed, eyes wide. "We could get a peacock."

"Why do I open my dumb mouth," your boyfriend wonders, shaking his head as he sits next to you. "You want a peacock?"

"And a swan," you affirm, nodding. "Two birds, one credit card."

Keizo Arashi

Keizo is a smart guy; he always brings the "drunk kit" with him.

And you never know about it because you're always drunk when he uses it.

He also knows what to bring on his "rescue missions", which is just picking you up from whatever party you've gone to.

"Make sure you call when you're ready, babe."

"I will," you reply, leaning into him and kissing his lips. "Love you, babe."

"Love you, too. Have a good time." You hop out of the car, then disappear into the club where the bachelorette party is being held. Keizo pulls off, then checks his watch. He has about five hours before you'd call, which is enough time to run some errands, take a short nap, watch some TV, and then be ready to pick you up.

And when your phone call comes, he's fully prepared.

"Hey, babe; you ready?" Keizo asks, fully prepared to hear you say 'yes' confidently.

"Big daddy..." you sing on the other end of the phone. "Come and get me..." Keizo swallows hard. It's one of those nights.

"You feeling okay?" he wonders, getting up from the couch.

"Yeah," you mumble. "Just ready to go..."

"Okay, I'm on my way." The "drunk kit" is tossed in the front passenger seat and Benkei arrives in record timing. He retrieves you from the club, then easily slides you into the passenger side, tossing the blanket over your legs and placing a kiss on your forehead. "Alright, headed home."

"Can we stop by McDonald's first?" you wonder, reaching your hand out to stroke his forearm. "I want some fries."

"On it. How are you feeling?" Keizo asks, focusing on the road as he pulls away from the curb.

"Tired."

One Happy Meal later, you're slumped in the car, snoring softly. A small neck pillow is produced from the drunk kit to support your neck. No stiff necks in the morning, Keizo thinks to himself as he pulls into the garage.

He carries you out of the car in his arms, holding you close while you mumble about your happy meal toy.

"I'll get it in a minute, sweetie. Let's get you to bed, yeah?" Once he's got you in the bed, he retrieves your Happy Meal and Sprite, and props you up in bed while you recount the events of the night. But when you go quiet, Keizo finds that you're laying bed with your hand in your fries, snoring away.

He takes the toy and BBQ sauce, then reaches for the fries.

"I'm still eating those," you suddenly announce, eyes snapping open.

"Alright, alright," Keizo chuckles, walking out of the room with the empty drink and toy, smiling to himself.

Keisuke Baji

Baji isn't half bad at helping out his s/o with being hungover or drunk.

He's a little weird about it - don't do it if you can help it - but when you find yourself drunk, he'll come to pick you up.

"Up you go!" Baji hoists you onto his bike, placing the too-large helmet on your head and clipping it under your chin. "Hold on tight and don't let go for anything."

"'Kay," you nod, a smile tugging at your lips. "Not for anything."

"Good girl." Baji revs his bike once, twice, then speeds off into the night, one hand holding your arms as he rides down the streets. "You alright back there?"

"Yeah!" you shout over the wind, eyes firmly shut.

"Almost there."

When you arrive back home, you step off the bike carefully, then begin to walk inside, forgetting the helmet on your head. You're almost to the bathroom when you hear Baji's quick footsteps behind you.

"Hey, little Ms. Helmet Head, I need that back." He reaches around you to unclip the device, then sets it on the floor. "Wow, you look great with helmet hair," he chuckles, and you quickly find your way to the mirror, examining your new hairdo.

"I look like I just rolled out of a bird's nest," you mutter and Baji cackles in the master bedroom. "Not funny!"

"My little bird's nest baby," he coos walking into the bathroom and pressing unbidden kisses to your cheeks. "Such a cute momma bird, too."

"Stop, Baji," you hiss half-heartedly, but he silences you with a deep kiss, holding you close.

"Maybe we could make little baby birds," Baji whispers in your ear, trying not to burst into a fit of giggles.

"No!" You push at his chest while he laughs wildly, and you leave him in the bathroom, stripping out of your clothes and crawling under the sheets. "You're sleeping in the tub tonight," you grumble, pulling the sheets over your head.

"Oh, I'll make a nest in here, too!"

Ran Haitani

Ran isn't the type to go out to clubs and do things in excess.

He's a (kind of?) stay-at-home-and-chill dude, so if you want to have fun, you can do it with his supervision in the house.

He won't mind. Really.

"It's like a private show," Ran hums, watching you dance to pop music in the living room. You'd had just enough tequila to get yourself loose, and now you're swinging your hips and tossing your hair around.

"You can come and dance with me, you know," you pause, crooking your finger at him.

"Oh, yeah?" Ran gets up from his seat and captures your hips in his hands, feeling them roll against his own with little shame. "You'd do it like this in the club, too, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah," you giggle, twirling one of his braids around your finger. "Then I'd let you fuck me in the VIP room."

"So, you're saying that I just need to buy you drinks and dance with you, then I can fuck you?"

"Of course."

"Won't your boyfriend mind?" he questions and you shake your head.

"He's a really chill guy. Would probably want to watch, y'know?" Ran chuckles.

"He likes watching, hmm? Interesting... I should meet this guy. Sounds like we'd get along."

"It's you, dummy," you remind him and he bites at your earlobe, chanting,

"I know, I know. Now, can we go to that VIP room? I think it's time for a little show..."

Rindou Haitani

Rin is a bit of a stranger when it comes to personal experience with drunken girls.

But he's so understanding, it doesn't really matter.

At first, he tried to mimic Ran's suave and cool persona, but that didn't quite work, so he's just being as helpful as he can.

"You need anything? Water? Food? A pillow?"

"I'm fine, Rin," you laugh, waving your worried husband off. "Look, I even got myself into bed."

"Yeah, but..." he pauses. "You're drunk and I don't want you to have an accident."

"I'll need a shower in the morning and some painkillers, but that's it," you hum. "You're such a sweetheart." Rindou melts at these little compliments you give him at times when he's not sure of what he's doing. "You're doing great."

"Look at you, encouraging me when you're the one who's drunk."

"It's what you need right now," you whisper, reaching a hand out to stroke his cheek. "Love you, my little jellyfish." Rin's cheeks heat up at your nickname for him and he kisses your palm repeatedly.

"Can I get you some bread, maybe?"

"Mmm..." You perk up. "Maybe some brioche from the pantry?"

"On it."

"With some butter and toasted?"

"Sure thing." Rin marches off to the kitchen and does just that, buttering the bread on both sides after fetching it from the toaster. When he returns to the room, you're still in bed, but fast asleep.

Rin lifts a piece of bread to his mouth and takes a bite of it, realizing you had him make it for himself for the sleepless night he was bound to have, watching over you.

Sanzu Haruchiyo

Sanzu is drunk with you.

Sorry, there's no other option.

You both wake up in his car the next morning, hungover as shit.

"More shots!"

That's the last thing you heard before you blacked out in the club. And now, you sit up in the cramped backseat, eyes adjusting to the light streaming in the car windows.

"Sanzu?" you groan, looking around the car. You find the pink-haired man asleep at the wheel, his mouth mashed into the steering console. "Hey..."

You push at him gently, then rock him back and forth, trying to wake him from his drunken stupor.

"Hey!" Sanzu jolts up, looking at you sleepily with one eye open.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"I think we did a rager again," you grumble, wiping your eyes. "We need to go home and detox."

"What's a detox?"

"Should we get a cab or just drive like..." Sanzu eyes the wheel for a moment before muttering.

"I can drive, I can drive. Done this plenty of times."

Somehow you make it home, but barely, just as Sanzu falls asleep again, coasting into your garage at 1 MPH. The car stops, then you get out, wobbly kneed.

"Can you get me some water?" he croaks, holding up a hand.

"Just get out of the car first," you complain, trying to hoist him out of the seat and into the back door. "If we make it to the kitchen, we can get as much water as we want."

You both pass out right at the laundry room, slumped on the floor beside the washer and dryer. Looks like the water would have to wait...

Kakucho Hitto

Kakucho is just a freaking sweetheart.

He probably holds your hair if you're throwing up and makes you soup to make things better when you're drunk.

He's just great all around and is the best to his s/o.

"Sorry," you sob into your boyfriend's chest, trying not to stain his sleep shirt. "I got sick all over your nice, new suit and--"

"It's just a suit," Kakucho laughs, stroking your hair. "Nothing more."

"But it's so beautiful with the swirls and the birds..."

"The swirls and the birds can be dry-cleaned. You need to get some rest."

"Okay," you reply nervously. "You're not mad?"

"I'd never be mad at you, baby," Kaku murmurs, pulling the thin sheet over you so you don't overheat in the night. "It's just a suit."

"Will Mikey be mad?"

"Mikey won't be mad."

"And... and Koko won't be mad?" Kakucho lets his fingers drift over your cheek, then back down to your lips where he presses two fingers there.

"Shh, shh... Kokonoi won't be mad. No one will be mad, sweetheart. Least of all, me." He presses a kiss to your forehead, then one to your lips. "Get some sleep."

"Will you be here with me?"

"Always." He smiles brightly. "I'll always be here."

Wakasa Imaushi

Waka lets you have as much as you want to drink - he's not going to stop you.

And he'll let you have your drunken moments at your birthday party.

But after everyone's gone, there's a lot of aftercare to be done.

"Here's an icepack for that bruise," Waka mumbles, placing the cold pack on your knee. You hiss in pain, but then thank him for his kindness with a pat on the head.

"You... you do so much for me," you slur, slumping into the chair with a sigh. "So sweet."

"Taking care of you is a priority and an obligation," he mentions, rubbing your swollen ankle tenderly. "And it's your birthday."

"We had so much fun!" you exclaim jovially. "And I'm so drunk..."

"Yeah," he replies, hoisting you up from your position. "Really drunk. Here, hop on your leg while you lean on me, babe." You both manage to hop-walk to your bedroom, where Waka proceeds to prop up your injured leg under a pillow and then make you extremely comfortable.

"You should be out in a few minutes, but I'll get you some painkillers and water for the morning." You imagine you doze off between his walk to the medicine cabinet and back, because when you open your eyes again, you see him hovering over you, placing his hand on your forehead while muttering that you're hot to himself.

"I know," you reply, throat dry. "So hot I'm burning up like the sun."

"Bad joke," he reminds you and you chuckle, shoulders shaking.

"You love them."

"No, I love you. There's a huge difference."

Hakkai Shiba

"Hey, hey, don't drink so much" is Hakkai's signature phrase.

But somehow you got three shots of vodka past him, and it's really kicking your ass.

He has the smarts to get you out of there before anything gets worse and then allows you to decompress back at the apartment.

"Don't-- don't take your clothes off here!"

"But it's so hot," you reply, shrugging your tank top off.

"At least wait until we're in the bedroom." You obey, if sullenly, and walk to the bedroom quickly, proceeding to take off your shoes and skirt. Hakkai quickly picks them up and stumbles behind you into the bathroom, where you're turning on the shower.

"Wait do you--"

"I'm taking one. You can join if you want."

You don't wait for his answer, instead choosing to get in and letting him decide. It takes him more than a few minutes to choose, but he asks himself what happens if you slip in the shower and then he's in, still fully clothed.

"Here, I'll help," he mumbles, helping you wash for the evening, his hands running over your bare skin with timid strokes.

"Take your clothes off," you whisper, fumbling with the t-shirt and jeans. "Let me wash you, too."

Shit. Hakkai needs no excuses.

Once the steam clears, he's wrapping you in a towel and murmuring sweet nothings in your ear. And you let him lead you to the bed once you're both dry, where you fall asleep in his embrace.

Taiju Shiba

Taiju doesn't like drinking, but he won't stop you from doing what you want. You're Mrs. Shiba, of course.

So you spend your Thursday evenings with the other housewives, watching soap operas and getting drunk off good wine.

But when you host it at your home... it's a different story.

"Flex your muscles for us, Tai," you tease, leaning over to see the man standing in the kitchen, slicing an apple.

Taiju looks up and cocks a brow, but then sees the other faces staring back at him. So he does a weak flex, then goes back to cutting the apple meticulously.

"Oh, come on Taiju," you croon, standing up and walking over to him. "Give us a really good flex." Taiju watches you come around the kitchen island and squeeze his arms while laughing loudly.

"I don't want to poke your eyes out," he chuckles, setting down the knife. "But just one, okay? Then I have to back to making this pie."

"Just one time," you promise, smiling brightly at him.

"Alright, alright." Taiju really flexes, showing off all his muscles, and the women in your living room cry out in delight.

"Mr. Shiba! You're so buff!"

"Mr. Shiba, my goodness!"

"Thank you, baby," you murmur, kissing his bare upper arm.

"Yeah, yeah." He places a piece of apple in your waiting mouth and smacks you on the ass. "Anything for Mrs. Shiba."

South Terano

South... South is kind of interesting when it comes to alcohol.

He drinks in excess, but only when he feels it's safe.

And you? Drinking?

"Open your mouth."

"Is it more drinks?" you question, laughing. "You should come and play the drinking game with us sometime, babe."

"It's water," South firmly states. "You either drink the bottle or you'll waterfall it, you choose."

"Waterfall."

South angles the water bottle so you're just getting enough to get your throat wet, but not enough that you'll choke. Once you're done swallowing, he picks you up in his arms. You have almost .02 seconds to realize that he's tipping you over his shoulder, but when you do, you playfully beat at his back with your hands.

"South! You're such a brute!"

"It's bedtime," he announces. "No more drinking games for you tonight."

"Awww..." The sound of your pouting drives South up a wall normally, but he knows tonight that it's all in jest. "Just one more drink?"

"Nope," he grunts, sliding you off his shoulder and onto the bed with a thump. You giggle as he begins to take your shoes off, tossing them over his shoulder unceremoniously. But you know that it's only leading up to him massaging them slowly, taking his time with each toe, and making sure your sore feet are soothed before you fall asleep.

And it's the quickest way to get you to be compliant enough for him to ask about your day, work, how the girls are, etc, etc. Otherwise, you'll just tease him endlessly and make him feel a bit silly for even trying to be serious with you.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" South wonders softly, his eyes flicking towards your dazed expression.

"Yeah," you murmur. "Had a great time."

"Good, good." He massages your feet in silence for a bit more before he hears your gentle snores, each one soothing his nerves. South turns off the light, lays beside you, and sighs, one hand on your chest while you rest in drunken bliss.

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[bokubear]

Hi there. Not sure if its okay to requst something like this but can we have Miya twins (speretaly) and Kurroo with a fem s/o who doesn't spend a lot of money on her self ? Not about being cheap but they used to be financially unstable so they don't know rrally how to spend money if its not on life neccities :). So one day they gave her their credit card to buy whatever she wants and finally she did. When she went back home she had like bunch of the boys favourite snaks/some new jersesy/new watch or something along that for the boys and totally forget to buy something for her self .. as usual :) sorry if itt is too detailed. ignore it if you dont like it.

if it’s alright, i’m going to include your request here since there isn’t a lot of characters included :p ( which is perfectly fine dear )

s/o doesn’t spend on money on herself w/ hq boys

featuring ; atsumu miya + kuroō tetsuro + osamu miya

warnings ; slight angst ? fluff

notes ; this was a really well thought out req, thank you ♡

+ATSUMU had taken you to the mall immediately upon hearing that you hardly treated yourself. i mean it just wasn’t something he could even swallow ? you were so amazing so how the heck did no one treat you beforehand ? “no no it’s fine. i can go on my own !” you persuaded the setter, urging him to stay home and relax whilst you treasured his kindness. but when you returned home to present all the things you’d purchased for him, he just couldn’t. “y/n, baby. you don’t need to spend any of this on me. you’re such a sweetie but i honestly don’t need these, how about i go with you ? you always work so hard for other people but not for yourself and it’s not fair.” he pouted, somehow managing to divert that usual bratty attitude to a concerned expression instead. “now let me truly treat you. anything you want, for you.”

+KUROŌ was utterly shocked. all these bags, and well, he hadn’t expected this much. “well kitten, you really took advantage huh.” he swallowed thickly, mouth dry of any essence. he was a bit surprised, that’s all. however when you pulled each parcel from its container he was mostly in dismay. “hey but—i don’t need anything since i gave the card for you to buy for yourself.” he gently placed the thoughtful item back into your hands. “i promise you, you can’t get absolutely anything and everything you want. i will provide.” sorting through a few more things, he lifted his head with disappointment, heart tugging at the strings. “aww doll you’re killing me. i can’t enjoy myself without knowing you have something you like as well.” — “it’s makin’ me upset.. so let’s go get some desserts for you tomorrow alright ?” and whilst taking your face in his fingertips, he smiled awkwardly, unlike that usual goofy grin.

+OSAMU noticed that throughout your daily shenanigans, whatever you were to pay for .. it was more .. thought out. nothing too expensive, nothing too boisterous. and he didn’t mind, you were free to shop however you’d liked. but it became noticeably concerning. especially when you’d come home with a piece of cake for him and leaving you with nothing. again and again. as if you were .. forgetting. finally, he’d had enough. “hey princess, can we talk fer a second ?” he inquired innocently, slouching into the tables chairs lazily. “mhm, what’s up ‘samu ?” he bit his lip, struggling to find the words. “i just- i took note of how yer not .. you’re not rewarding yerself.” his voice becoming gradually softer, eyes darting to the wood below his arms with doubt. “you derange it baby and i feel like you never give yerself credit.” and with that, he took your hands in his, eyes filled with determination. “let’s go to a park tomorrow ! you get ice cream on me, okay princess ?” he winked, such a fool.

-maak

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[dilucslittleangel]

Xiao HC's

(part 1 out of ??)

He often loves to be outside late at night. Especially in summer nights, watching the night sky as little shooting stars fly through the sky.

He sometime's has a hard time getting up, even if he doesn't sleep. Sometimes, just laying somewhere soft, feels really comforting to him.

Warmth comforts him too. He often sits in the sun and just let's the sun shine on him.

He really loves to watch the sunset and sunrise.

He often, very often, has mental breakdowns of what he had done, how often he regrets it all. Though, they mostly happen deep inside.

He smells like Ylang-ylang flowers.

He loves to lay in flower fields.

Xiao never ever has a free mind, it's never quiet in there. He hates it.

He doesn't care at all if he's hurt, he'd just look at the wound and watch it, seeing what happens.

He only cares about people's safety close to him. So if you just met him a short time ago, he probably won't care what happens to you.

Xiao's world is just black and white.

He..hates bees. Heck he'd blast those away.

S/O HC's (nswf warning)

He isn't really used to physical comfort. Whenever you hug him, he feels weird, yet pretty much loved.

He tends to like giving head strokes. However, a fear deep inside remains in him. He's frightened to accidently hurt you, even if it was just your feelings.

Whenever, he has a mental breakdown, he tends to move away from you as he doesn't want to bother with his 'useless' problems. Though whenever you help him out, he is really thankful.

In his time of calming down, Xiao actually likes to be in your arms as salty warm tears run down his cheeks. He often apologizes for it.

Though he does not show very much, he loves it when you teach him something new. A new fighting technique, how to cook something, many more -he likes to learn new things.

It wouldn't be a lie when Xiao says he'd destroy anyone who'd ever dare to harm you, even was just a small bump against you accident. And if he'd be the one harming you, heck will he treat himself unwell..

He'd sometimes spend a long time giving you comfort as good as he possibly could, even though he barely knows any himself.

Xiao loves to brush your hair, also when you brush his hair. And just for you, he wears his hair in a bun.

He'd often take you to very beautiful spots all around Liyue, hugging you from behind as you two sit on a high spot, watching the sunset with you.

He often plants soft kisses on your neck, which are all filled with love and care.

"Babe" "Sweetie" "Dear" would be nicknames he'd be calling you.

One day, he found a little kitten alone on the path. Since then, he takes care with you of the little kitten.

Just call out his name, and he will be there to protect you with his life. He'd protect you from anything till it was destroyed for all eternity.

When he's with you, his wish of finally dying goes away. Whenever he's with you he feels alive, he feels wanted, worthy to live, allowed to stay.

Because of you he learned that he's allowed to be alive.

Man this boy loves cuddles once he gets more used to them.

„I want you to know that.. I'm glad I have you. Before I met you, I felt so useless and worthless. But now.. I feel nothing like it. With you I feel alive, allowed to breathe. I feel deep, and strong, happiness whenever I'm with you...Please let not anyone take you away, or corrupt you. I love you...I hope you know how much I love you...”he whispered as he had you in his arms, his hand stroking your head as it was leaned against his chest.

Nswf

First of all, I don't really think sex is an ever important thing in the world. He thinks having it a few times is alright, but he wouldn't be one to have it often a month.

HOWEVER, whenever he has sex with you, he'll make sure you're all comfortable or else he won't start.

Xiao loves to see your face while he takes you, he'd often lean a hand on your cheek, stroking it with his thumb.

He'd tell you you'd do well, feel great, all that. He prefers to make sure you feel confident.

For sure I can tell he has blushing cheeks, especially when he hears you moaning his name.

Xiao probably would start of slow first, but then would get fast and rough pretty fast, just as if a beast escaped.

Something tells me he likes hair pulling, really.

Your pleasure comes before his. He'd make sure you'd be pleasured enough before it was his turn, no matter how long it would take.

Xiao loves to do it in showers too, that's for sure.

Whenever you'd have sex with him, his hands either hold yours gently, would rest on your hips or beside your head. They're always near you.

After care is an important thing for him. Once you two had a great time, he'd clean everything up. He'd take a blanket and layed it on you, stroking your head. Xiao would give you forehead kisses, telling you once more how well you did. His strong arms would wrap around you. And there's no way you'd stand up earlier before you'd completely are recovered.

(pardon if this is so short-)

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ SORRY DOESN'T FIX EVERYTHING ❜

❚❙ MIGUEL GALINDO MASTERLIST.

✨ REQUEST by @destynelseclipsa: Hola! Hope you're having a great day 💜. Could you make #6 from the Angst list with Miguel? Thank you 💜💜. Muchos besitos💜💜💜

Gif credit: to my amazing @sonsofeorl.

WORDS: about 1k.

❚❙ A/N: first of all, thanks for requesting as always, my sweetie. I’m sorry it took me so long and I know this should be part of ‘January of Prompts’, but I decided to take it as another request due it has been impossible for me to write this challenge.

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Sitting on a bench outside of the building, you're watching sideways your school mates arriving with their fathers, for the annual dance of “fathers and daughters”. With your purse by a side of you and your phone between both hands, you're waiting for your dad to come. It's supposed he should have been there thirty minutes ago, but he hasn't shown up yet and his phone is off. Just like Nestor and Marcus ones. No one is operative and, even if you knew this could happen, you had the light hope of him really keeping his promise.

Your friends greet you and you can see the gesture on their faces. The pity. The sad for you. Everybody around you has always thought that you are the luckiest girl in the world by having all the things, all the money you want. A car? The best one. A phone? The best one. Concerts, travels, clothes? Whatever you want, you got it. But now, sitting there alone, they are realizing how unhappy you are. Which is the point of having everything, if you don't have a person to share it with?

One hour has passed, and you know that your dad is not going to come. Licking your bottom lip, you walk away from your high school straight to the black SUV parked in front of you. Vargas and Rivera are waiting against it, laughing and talking about whatever until they notice your presence and the tears filling up your eyes.

“Can you take me home?” You babble with your head down, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Miss Gal—”.

“I wanna go home”. You demand with a trembling tone of voice, opening your door by yourself to sit on the back seat of the car.

Your bodyguards have been hearing you the whole week talking about this dance, about how much fun their boss and you would have, about that maybe he could take you to have dinner at that restaurant where he met your mom. They knew how thrilled you were, that you hadn't slept last night thinking about it. And seeing you crying in the back seat is breaking their hearts.

The front yard of your house is empty, which means that there's nobody in. Of course, your father must be attending some business at the other side of the border, again, failing on the only task that should be his preference. Take care of you.

Stepping out from the car, you come into the minimalist mansion, the one which has stopped to feel like home years ago. A lot of things cross your mind: set the dress, you picked up meticulously, on fire; rip off the jewelry from your neck and wrists, without caring about how much they cost to your father; grab a baseball bat and destroy the house. But, what would you earn doing it? Nothing. It only would make the situation worse. Taking off the high-heels and grabbing them with a hand, you continue your steps upstairs to your room, closing the door behind you and throwing the shoes somewhere.

Lifting the dress from your thighs and over your head, you place it on a hanger inside the large wardrobe. Then, walking into your private bathroom, you erase every sign of makeup from your face, before putting away the necklace and the bracelets adorning your skin. You don't even want to look at your reflection in the mirror, knowing that you're going to break a little more after another lost battle. You have had enough. And it's not because of the shame of being waiting for your father for more than an hour, in front of all of your friends and teachers, but because you really thought that Miguel would choose you over his job just for once.

Undoing your bra and leaving it on your chair, close to the huge desk, you grab a baggy shirt to put on and tuck in your bed. Rolling down the shutters using the control remote, until your room is plunged in darkness, you try to get comfy under the blankets with a heavy sigh escaping your lips.

The next time you open your eyes, it's almost seven in the morning. Rolling on your bed, you grab your phone to check some notifications and your social media. And the worst thing you do is to open Instagram. Looks like nothing happened yesterday more than the stupid dance for fathers and daughters. All your friends posing with their dads. Stunning, having fun, dancing, drinking. Quite the opposite of your night.

As soon as you open the door, the bustle downstairs floods your head. Another day, the same shit. People walking all-around your house, talking about Galindo's business, stressing you like every morning. But all the noise disappears when your father's workers see you appearing in the living room, dragging your barefoot over the marble floor like a body with no life in it. You can see the grimace on them. Again, feeling pity for you.

In holy silence, you continue to the empty kitchen to grab a mug and serve some coffee in it. Sitting on a stool, placing your phone close to the drink over the counter, you rest your chin on your palms. Your gaze is lost somewhere until you hear some steps coming closer.

“Good morning”. The greet is almost a whisper from your father's throat, placing himself in front of you at the other extreme of the kitchen island, tasting the waters.

You don't reply, taking your coffee to have a sip.

“I know you're angry wi—”.

“I'm not angry”. You can't help but interrupt him, raising your swollen eyes after too many hours of crying. “I'm not even… disappointed or sad anymore. I don't care, dad. You had business to take care of, right? That's what you always say”.

“I work hard to give you everything, the best of this life”.

“You don't know what I want, don't you?” Narrowing your eyes, you shrug your shoulders.

Grabbing your phone to open Instagram, you show him all the pictures taken last night.

“This is the only thing I want, the only thing I need. And money doesn't buy it”.

“I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, princesa”.

“Sorry doesn't fix everything, dad”.

Putting down from your stool and holding your phone and your coffee, you walk out from the kitchen under the attentive looks from Marcus and Nestor. They probably told Miguel a hundred times about the dance, but for him, his business was more important than spending some time with his daughter.

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[valeskakingdom]

Request

Could I request a part 3? Jerome keeps the reader as his hostage for popularity and attention. Reader is really fond of the attention she gets as well and eventually sleeps with Jerome again? In the end she sees how Galavan kills him and is really sad?

Here's part 4!!

Had to split it in two again...I'm sorry. Post the other half right after this one here!!

Gif credit: @bonniebirddoesgifs

Jerome x female reader (part 4)

Warnings: smut

Word count: 1877

*Days later*

Living with Jerome wasn't as bad as you actually thought. Yes, his possessiveness and always playing the boss annoyed you a lot but you've learned to ignore it.

You literally zoned everything out that made you feel uncomfortable or that annoyed you. And it worked. You were a lot calmer than before, you didn't start panicking immediately when Greenwood or Dobkins were staring at you. You stayed calm because sooner or later they would end up arguing with Jerome if he got aware of it because he hated people staring at you.

You even found 2 new friends: Tabitha and Barbara.

They both were kind to you and helped you how to defend yourself against all these strange lunatics. They treated you how to use a gun, how to fight with or without weapons. You weren't a pro but you got it fast.

It was just a little ordinary for you that they both kept fucking behind Theo's back but it didn't matter to you. You did that with Jerome as well, well, it was more or less behind Theo's back. You both weren't really quiet and you both did it pretty often...and the bites and marks on your neck were pretty obvious because your neck was full of it.

Right now, you were relaxing in your bed watching the news:

"Breaking News

Since a few days (Y/n) (Y/ln) will be missed. Her friend (Y/bff/n) (Y/bff/ln) told that she was about to visit them after watching the cruel claim the Maniax' shot caller Jerome Valeska was giving us. Her friend said she tried to call (Y/n) several times but she didn't pick up the phone. Her friend's afraid that either the Maniax have kidnapped or killed her.

If you see her or have an idea where (Y/n) (Y/ln) could be then please report to the GCPD. Every information can be useful!"

You turned the TV off.

You smirked for yourself. Yes, it sucked that you couldn't be with your friends not could you go out - but you loved this big amount of attention. You were the person peope were looking for. Everyone's eyes were on you as if you were a famous person.

Suddenly your door opened - Barbara.

"Hey darling- ugh, is Jerome still in the bathroom?" She sighed frowning "He should hurry up. Time is running!"

"Calm down Babs," you giggled a little "Wanna watch the news with me? I'm in the TV! My friend is missing me."

"Yeah, I've seen that already." She gave you a short smile "We just need to be careful now. Don't want cops chasing my ass."

"Understandable." You nodded "But...you know, somehow I like this attention. All eyes on me...I never really had that. I was just a simple girl, you could even call me a ghost because no one really noticed me...and now the whole city knows me because I just 'disappeared'. I feel famous and happy."

"Probably because you're famous, somewhat." Barbara gave you a grin flickering her tongue.

"May be, I just know I want more of it. I love being the head of missed people, and I love being the headline." you chuckled letting out a sigh in happiness.

"Wow, Jerome's really got a big effect on you, darling." Barbara scoffed.

"Why's that?"You frowned not understanding what she meant.

"Sweetie, days ago you've been the most anxious and shy girl amongst us. You were frightened by everything that was just moving...and look at you now. You're a smart, calm, sassy ass that reaches for fame - as he does." You both chuckled.

"I could tell you the same with Tabitha. She has to be a master in bed for calming you down after a stressed day. I mean, on the one you're bitching around and after Tabitha 'talks to you in private' at night, you're a sunshine in the next morning." I laughed loudly making Barbara blush.

"Says you! I think I don't need to remind you that the whole city can hear you." Barbara mocked with a laughter.

"At least just the city is hearing me." You laughed louder "I'm sorry, I had to."

"Hey ladies,"Jerome came out of the bathroom before Barbara could respond. He was   just wearing a claret gown, his hair was still wet from the shower "I see, we're in a good mood, doll, aren't we?"

"As always," you grinned "Just had a very nice conversation with Barbara."

"Yeah," Barbara grinned, it faded though as she faced Jerome "Now hurry up, ginger. We don't wanna be late." She left quick.

"She's a feisty one, I like that," Jerome just let out a sigh with a short grin closing the door "But I hate being bossed around. I am the boss!"

He made  his way to you slowly. Then he grabbed your hands pulling you fast out of the bed that you stood close to him. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck while wrapped his around your waist.

You knew this rough undertone on him. He tried to be kind in front of you but actually he was pissed of being commanded - especially by a woman.

"I know and she does, too. She doesn't mean to be a bitch," You assured him with giving him a smile "She's just stressed. Probably needs a quick fuck or something to calm down."

"Hm," Jerome just hummed and shrugged, not really paying attention to what you were saying. Instead he grabbed your ass harshly pulling you close to him. You could feel his bulge growing against your leg "Talking about a quick fuck..."

Before you could even answer, Jerome pressed his lips against yours. His hands grabbed your cheeks and pressed your face even more against his to intense the kiss. His light chuckle in the kiss only made let you blush after you let out a little moan. He pressed his body against yours to close the gap between you two. Your lips parted this time to let his tongue explore your mouth and you couldn't help but moan as he slipped his tongue into your mouth fighting for dominance. You r hands wandered up tangling hour fingers into his hair, gripping and pulling his head further down, deepening the kiss.

He pressed you against the wall and slid a knee in the space separating your thighs to position his body between your legs. His hands gripped your ass lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. He lowered his head down to leave a bunch of wet kisses on your neck, you pulled him in closer with your hands and bit your lip in arousal. He licked and bit at the soft skin of your neck, leaving his mark there making you gasp. His lips found yours again and once more.

Your shirt was ripped apart from your body by his eagerness to fuck you and he could feel a strip of your bare skin against his. You arched up into him more and suddenly your hands left his head so that you could the knot of his gown. You shove the gown down from his body, now he stood naked in front of you; his errection was strongly pressed against your crotch.

He unclasped your bra hastily and without pulling away from your mouth he tossed it across the room. With your bare breasts against his chest, you felt a rush of heat slowly spread throughout your body.

You tightened your legs around his waist and pressed him even more against your body. You became horny from the wild make out session; you wanted him right here, right now.

His hand reached down and shoved the button of your pants through its hole impatiently. Eagerness was written in his face. He couldn't wait anymore to finally inset his hard member into you, feel the warm and wet walls on his skin, making you moan and scream his name until you cum.

He slid his hands down to your panties, ripping it off from your legs and throwing it behind him. He moaned quietly when he felt just how hot and wet you were for him. You didn't want to wait any longer and neither did he, it was becoming unbearable. You both wanted, even needed pleasure to be satisfied.

Instantly and without any kind of hesitation, he shove his member into your wet entrance. You let out a gasp followed by a moan, your body stretching to accommodate him.

He slowly pulled out before thrusting back in with a sharp snap of his hips.

Your whole body felt weak with every thrust he did into you as every time you had sex with him. You were completely understand his control, he could do everything with you. Your body shivered slightly through this pleasure he was giving you. Every thrust hurt more, each of your moans became louder, Jerome became faster. Your head was dug into the crook of his neck, your nails were dug into his shoulders leaving marks while you tried to adjust just fast pace and the pleasure.

"Oh God, Jerome!" You cried out loud while scratching his whole back down.

You felt his nails were dug deeper in your ass and his grunts made you shiver in pleasure with every thrust. And again he drilled his long hard member into you making sure he hit your g spot every time he entered your cunt.

He loved hearing you moan, you say he was addicted to it. You moans were giving him chills, aroused him. He couldn't get enough of it. If he could he would fuck you non stop, just to hear all these sweet moans of yours.

You moaned louder as he speeded up. You were hot and tight around him, you heard him swearing with a moan as he felt your walls clenchinh more on his member.

He groaned your name out quietly and you responded by rocking your hips up to give him all the pleasure he needed now.

You bit your lower lip nervously as a knot was built in your abdomen - you knew you were close. You moaned uncontrollably caused by all the pleasure which didn't even give you the chance to hold anything back - you really couldn't as hard as you tried to. You couldn't handle it all. It was too much for your body. You legs started to shake with each of Jerome's thrusts.

Gripping onto his back tighter, you buried your face in the crook of his neck to stifle your cry as you came all over him without any warning. He gasped lowly as you covered him in your tight and warm wetness. Your legs were twitching and your chest heaving. He thrust his hips several more times until he couldn't hold back any more, releasing into you. A soft moan escaped your lips upon the contact, you held him close and kept your head underneath his neck, breathing heavily with him.

"Didn't know you needed it that much right now." You said under gasps still trying to calm down from your high.

"Dont think I'm done with you, doll," Jerome grinned "I just wanted to let you breathe"

#dc #dcmultiverse #gotham #jerome valeska #dc villains #dc villian #gotham city #gotham fandom #gotham jerome valeska #jerome valeska x reader #cameronmonaghan #cameron monaghan x reader #cameron monaghan #jerome valeska fandom #jerome x reader #jerome valeska x you #gotham series #gotham x reader #gotham fanfic #dc universe #oneshots #oneshot #request

[cottoncandyjester]

Yandere ocs

So I figured I should show them off..and make stories for them cause this idea won't escape my mind no matter what. Please be gentle on them

All artwork is made on picrew I don't own any of it

As far as they go I'm accepting request, questions for the characters to answer and just questions about them and if you just wanna talk to them you can via ask

Warning: contains both sfw and nsfw headcanons..also these boys are yanderes so they are kinda toxic

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Theodore,21

Gentle giant

I'm not kidding he's 6'3"

Half japanese half american

Is a college student studying to be a doctor

Just the sweetest sweetheart

He comes across as ditzy though

He is the mom of any friend group

Will spoil his darling with affection and love

Best hubby vibes for sure

Works himself to death to provide for you both

Will give you all the headpats

"you're so sweet, a perfect angel"

Got his scar from his childhood

Loves sweets

Likes to make you lunch shaped as animals

Wholesome boy

Will never hurt you

Can be strict about self care

But completely forgets about his own self-care

Works so hard to please you

Makes sure you are never sad or anything

As far as his yandere side

He isn't the type to get violent but is definitely the emotional manipulation type

Will make his darling seem absolutely insane

"sweetie, you shouldn't leave be logical here"

He will make his darling question their own decision making

In his eyes you are too fragile for the outside world

Listen to him, he is only trying to protect you

Doesn't like it when you fight him

Prefers a sweet darling but if you are a hothead he'll love you just as much...though your fighting and struggling will be a challenge

Will drug you if that's what it takes to keep you calm

"Just listen to me, okay? Why would you ever need to think or make your own choices when you have me?"

Definitely has a low sex drive more of a cuddler

But when he wants it he's such a gentleman about it

Will seduce you with a nice meal first before asking to make love

He will never force you to though cause he knows what that feels like

Can spend hours kissing you

Definitely has a kink for purity

If you act super innocent he just can't help but pull you into his lap and love up on you

Doesn't do any feral sex unless you've pushed him past his breaking point.

Is a switch so if you want to top him he'll allow it but he is far more comfortable being the dom

Hikaru, 21

Young and famous model

Full japanese

Comes from a family full of actors

Flamboyant as hell will actually crossdress if he wants to cause fuck gender roles

Monster Dick energy

He comes across as loud and hyper

Seems super sweet and bubbly

Loves to dress up his darling in cute clothes and spoil them when they are well behaved

"look at my adorable baby! Oh you're such a cutie!"

Is a strawberry milk boba drinker(*cough* like me *cough*)

Will take you on shopping dates if you are good

Is the type to flaunt his credit cards

Is actually a degrading king

He isn't the nicest yandere

Will kill an entire army if he has to

Will degrade the absolute hell out of his darling to break your self esteem and self worth

"baby, who else will want you? Honestly darling do you think anyone else actually cares about someone as worthless as you?"

Kinky as fuck

Has a bad temper

Don't piss him off or he will hurt you

"why would you ever need to leave! The only one who cares about you is me! Everyone else will just use you and throw you away!"

Is the type to try and make his darling as clingy as possible

Wants a housewife type darling no matter the gender

Wants to come home to an obedient lover ready to give him a kiss, dinner, and a BJ

Always wants to love up on you and have you in his arms

Will be grouchy if he sees you getting too confident in your looks

He fears that if you have too much self confidence you're going to leave him

"what are you wearing? It's absolutely hideous. Hmm? I bought that? Huh you must have looked cute in it then but right now you kinda look like a pig"

All in all he's a brat

If you try and dom him he will absolutely fight back and it will lead to some feral sex

Axis, 18

100% blind

full japanese

Despite not being able to see he doesn't need a cane or anything

Though he likes it when you offer to hold his hand in public

Works at home as an artist

Is really good at it and had some of his work in museums

Like spicy foods

Dumbass

Like super dumb

"hey, babe is tomato sauce a smoothie? Or maybe it's like jelly..but made out of like tomatoes"

Is basically a puppy

Can't keep his hands off you

Is always kissing and loving you

Praise giving king

Has hightened senses so he definitely remembers your smell and how you walk

Always has to be with you

Never leave

Never

He can't handle it

Is the exact opposite of hikaru

Makes it seem like he will actually die without you

"don't leave! Please! I'm helpless without you! [Y/n]! Don't leave me by myself!"

Will make you quit your job

Will make you move in with him

Acts pathetic when you even mention leaving

Hugs your leg and sobs hard

Has fake fallen many times to get you to think he truly is helpless without you

Will have a screaming tantrum if you walk out the door

Just painful screams and sobs while he claws his own face and body out of absolute insanity

Will keep doing that until you come back to him

"s-see, I'm helpless without you. I'll die without you, I need you so please..stay with me forever"

As far as sex..

He is definitely cries during it

Loves you so much that he is just sobbing while fucking you cause you feel so good and he loves you and-

Is like a dog in heat

Loves just feeling all over your body

Sex with him usually lasts many rounds and involves him humping you to death while he sobs and drools all over you

Will sub for you if you want him to

Will honestly do anything you want as long as you are touching him

Prince, 24

Horny 24/7

Full Korean but moved to Japan shortly after birth

Gained his name out of a magazine..thanks mom and dad

Works as a bartender

Usually a one night stand kind of guy but with you it's different

Loves sloppy kisses and cuddles

Bad boy

Aka he pretends to be a bad boy but is actually a softie who loves dogs and long walks on the beach

Goofy as hell

Loves to make you laugh

He isn't used to having a real relationship so be easy on him

Doesn't like restricting you and lets you do basically anything you want

Of course you belong to him though so no doing crazy things

Like to take you to work with him and gives you free drinks

Definitely has a fan girl club

The word sex escapes his mouth every three seconds

Sex with him is usually amazing

He's knows exactly what he's doing

As long as you love him it's all good

The moment you try to break up with him or distance yourself he loses it

"huh? Huh huh huh huh?! You're kidding yeah?! Stop joking around"

Gets hella paranoid and locks you in his house while pacing around not sure what to do

Will kill for you like absolutely will slaughter someone if they get too close to you

He changes so dramatically it's hard to see him as the same laid back flirty guy

He gets tense and panicked

"you can't leave okay?! Don't even try to ask!"

Will start to calm down if he sees you are accepting your fate

Thinks sex will solve his problems

"you just need to see how much of a man I am yeah?! Then you'll stay right?! Of course you will!"

Spirals out of control

You belong to him in his eyes so you can't ever leave

Clearly has abandonment issues

Will try to do whatever he can to make you happy though

Want it and he will get it

just stay with him and he will be okay

Will try and do whatever he can to make you just as obsessed with him as he is for you

Clearly doesn't have experience in loving someone

He's not used to wanting someone to stay with him so he takes drastic measures to assure you never leave

Even tries getting you pregnant or making you disabled to make you make no choice but to stay

Yuki, 21

Not picking favorites buuut-

Sleepy boy

Oddly enough is super athletic and strong..despite not working out

Half japanese half american

Responds with sounds or very few words

Forked tongue- not given to him by choice

Owns a tattoo and piercing shop

Despite this he doesn't own any tattoos

Loves to put his head on your lap or stomach

Prefers chubbier lovers but honestly will love you regardless

Will sleep the entire day without eating if you let him

Doesn't like speaking but if he has to he will

Hates any sort of loud noise, has sensitive senses

Is pretty lazy but if he has to do it he will.. though he will make random grunts and grumbles the entire time while pouting

More of a cat than a person

Quite moody

Only you're allowed to touch him

Anyone else who does he'll glare at and act cold towards

Likes to hug you from behind and lean against you no matter your height

If you're shorter than him expect him to put his chin on your head

If you are taller he's nuzzling his face in your back and taking in your smell

Can't cook to save his life

Almost burnt the house down cause he fell asleep while cooking

It's fine cause he eats microwave dinners and snacks from the convience store

Low sex drive

The king of sleepy sex

Usually all sex with him is slow,teasing and just filled with sleepy praise and compliments

Unless he's jealous or stressed then it's just rough fucking

Doesn't really act like a yandere at all.. buuut-

Honestly thought you two were dating this whole time

What do you mean you two aren't a couple

No no sweetheart you two were dating the moment he laid eyes on you

If you try to break this fantasy he will shut it down

"we're dating."

Try and say no and he will not be able to handle it

All his delusions keep him from breaking down but if you absolutely say that you two aren't dating he will snap

"stop talking, we are dating. So stop lying"

Doesn't like the thought of kidnapping but he will do it if he must

Will even work from home if he has to

He isn't really a violent type so he won't kill for you but he will absolutely spread lies and use blackmail to get what he wants

All your friends and family think that you eloped with him and never want to see them again

It's better for you both if you just play along with his games

Will definitely tattoo his name on you

He won't ever gag you cause he likes to hear your voice but if you try to scream he honestly won't know what to do

The loudness makes him tear up and he just covers your mouth with your hands begging you to stop

"It hurt. Too Loud. Please."

He just wants to love you he doesn't see what he's doing wrong

He just wants to be with you forever so be good and don't fight him

Is definitely the stalker and stealing clothes type

Will make a nest of all your things that smell like you and he'll just lay in it being in absolute peace

Has scared any and all potential lovers away

Mostly through blackmail

He is easily jealous but pretends not to be

As soon as you walk into the house he is there to smell you to see if you smell different

If you do you are taking a shower with him immediately

If not then yay cool cuddles and kisses

#yandere imagines #yandere ocs #yandere #yandere asks #oc x reader

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #932: Dedede's Hot Tub: Double Date Night Special (SSBU)

9:56 p.m. at Troops' Hotsprings, Dedede's Hotline Tub........

Daisy: (Sighs Relaxingly While Sitting Next to Luigi on Their Side of the Hot Tub) This is the life~

Luigi: You said it~ I don't think I remember the last time I've been to a hot tub this nice and relaxing before....

Cloud: (Relaxing Next to Tifa on Their Side of the Tube) Same here. De actually did a pretty good job around this place. (Starts Rolling his Eyes a Little) Still wish this wasn't crazy expensive though......

Tifa: (Starts Resting her Head on Cloud's Shoulder) Yeah. But at least we had enough to pay for the full experience, right? So let's enjoy it while we can, bene?~

Daisy: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion) Ben what now?

Luigi: Bene. It means Okay in Italian.

Tifa: Exactly. Ooh! (Gets Up From Cloud's Shoulder with a Bright, Excited Look on her Face) Speaking of which, I looked up my family's history earlier today and it turns out that I'm a quarter Italian!~

Daisy: (Smiles Brightly) Yoooo.... That's sooo cool, Tif!~

Luigi: (Smiles Brightly as Well) Yeah. Congratulations!

Tifa: Thanks~ My great great great grandfather was a resident in Italy ever since he was born. Not much was really known about him other than being a fan of Di Vinci's works and the large beard. Which reminds me.....Do you guys think I would look good in a fake mustache?

Cloud: That depends. What kind style you wanna wear?

Tifa: Mario and Luigi's. (Smiles Sheepishly While Rubbing the Back of her Head Back and Forth) I kinda wanna know what it feels like to be one of the Mario Bros.

Luigi: (Chuckles Lightly) I'd say you would be a great candidate already. You are a pretty strong lady after all.

Daisy: The Strongest!~

Cloud: (Smirks a Bit Teasingly at his Girlfriend) It's one of many reasons why I fell for you.

Tifa: (Giggles Softly While Blushing) Guys, come on!~ You're already making me blush enough as it is. But just imagine....Tifa Lockhart Mario.....that kinda has a nice ring to it, right?

Cloud: (Raised an Eyebrow) You do know that's Mario's name, right?

Tifa: (Simply Nodded) I do. It's his first and last name.

Cloud: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Wait. Seriously?

Luigi: Yeah, it's true. Our full names are Mario Mario and Luigi Mario. Thus the name Mario Bros was born.

Daisy: You really didn't know all of that, Cloud?

Cloud: Not until now....(Turns to Luigi) Does it ever weirded you out that your last name is the same as your brother's name?

Luigi: (Shrugs) Eh. It did at first, but I already gotten over that a long time ago. It helps that the name manages to gain us a cult following for years now, so it's not too bad.

Cloud: That is true. And here I thought people calling guys that just because Mario's popular. Which reminds me, Luigi?

Luigi: Hm?

Cloud: Does it.....ever bothered you that people think little of you? Like how they kept seeing you as just a Sidekick or Player Number Two or whatever?

Luigi: ('Sigh Heavily') Ohhh trust me, Cloud, it has been a complete pain in my back over the years.....It doesn't the fact that I've been treated like a doormat in all the adventures bro and I been through together. But now that I have you guys in my life, I.... (Smiles Softly) started to appreciate myself and my accomplishments a lot more than I thought I would.

Daisy: (Pulls Luigi into a Loving Hug) As you should. You're a lot more than people give you credit for, sweetie. (Starts Kissing Luigi on the Cheek)

Cloud: She's right, you know? You're kind, tactical, and can be brave how dire the situation gets.

Tifa: (Smiles Softly) And even when think the worse of you, you still do your best to prove your worth as a hero. That alone worth all the praise and recognition you deserve.

Luigi: (Smiles Softly) And that's all the more reasons why I'm thankful for having you all in my life. Thank you.

??????: Shiiiit. I could've told you all of that and than some, boi.

The gang turn their heads to see none other than.....

Everyone: Dedede!

Daisy: It's about time you finally showed up! Where have you been?

Dedede: (Sighs While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back & Forth) Yeahhhh.....Sorry for not getting here sooner. (Starts Scratching his Body a Little) Had to finish a shit ton of paperwork in my office. (Makes his Way to the Tub) The stack looks like the top of Snow Land's Mountains. (Sighs While Relaxing in the Tub) Now I can finally enjoy my R&R in peace.....

Dedede takes off his red hat, revealing a blue, mane like hair, as he starts shaking his head back and forth for a brief second before continuing his relaxation. All while everyone else is completely dumbfounded by the mere sight of the king's blue mane.

Dedede: (Notices Everyone's Staring at Him) .....What?

Cloud: Dude........you have a mane this entire time?

Daisy: OR HAIR TO BEGIN WITH!!!?

Dedede: Yeah. (Flips the Front if his Hair Forward) I have this hair ever since I was a kid. It was a big, puffy afro at first...(Smirks While Pointing at his Mane) But I managed to get this bad boy transformed into a mane years later. (Chuckles Lightly) Money worth spent if you ask me.

Luigi: That's really great and all, your majesty, but.....how come you never shown it off that often?

Dedede: (Shrugs) Eh. It kept getting in my way and junk. Like every time I take my hat off and it breathe, the wind always flew it back to my face. It gets annoying after a while, but....(Shrugs Again) It's whateva' at this point.

Daisy: (Smiles Brightly) I could always cut it out for you if you want~

Dedede: Nah. I'll pass. Love it too much to let it go.

Tifa: Then how about we try braiding it sometime? It prevent itself from hitting you face.

Daisy: (Puts on a Confident Smirk on her Face) Annnd you could be a hit with the ladies if you wanna show it off~

Dedede: (Puts his Hand on his Chin While Thinking) Hmmmmm..... Recommendation seems promising..... Alright. I'll take you up on that offer. (Immediately Glares at the Girls While Pointing at Them) But y'all BETTER not make it too girly!

Daisy: (Gives Dedede a Deadpinned Look on her Face) Relax, De. We're not gonna turn you into a princess or whatever.

Tifa: (Smiles Sheepishly) We just want to make you look more presentable is all.

Cloud: And we'll probably poke fun at you if it turns out ba-

Daisy/Tifa: Cloud!

Luigi: ('Sigh') What Cloud meant to say here is that we'll like and appreciate whatever style the ladies come up with. Isn't that right, Cloud?

Cloud: Well.....

Tifa: (Gives Cloud a Annoyed (Cute) Pouty Look on her Face While Making Angry Girlfriend Noises)

Cloud: (Places Two of his Hands in front of Him in Defense While Smiling Sheepishly) Alright. Alright. Fine. I'm done kidding around this time. (Turns to Dedede) What they said, De.

Dedede: ('Sigh') Alright. I'll take y'all's word for it for now. (Points at The Spikey Haired Boy) You better not make fun of me for it, Cloudy Boi.

Cloud: Noooo promises.

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#super smash ultimate #luigi #daisy #cloud strife #tifa lockhart #king dedede #hot tub #humor #lots and lots of fluff here #tifa's part italian confirmed #daisy loves luigi #cloud x tifa #dedede has hair

[demivampirew]

Amelie

Protective-Dad Henry one shot.

Summary: Henry and you had a daughter when you were twenty years old. Now, Amelie is a teenager and has to tell his dad that she’s dating a boy.

Triggers: Talking about sex; young pregnancy (and the struggle of being young parents) - I think those are all the triggers 😁

You can find more of my writings in the Masterlist

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- Please, don't make me do this, mom! - Amelie pleaded.

- You want to be treated like an adult, then act like one.- you said with a steady voice.

She looked at you angrily but begging for mercy at the same time but then finally obeyed your order and went into his father's computer room to share the news. As she started to find a way to tell her dad about her new boyfriend, you laid against the door frame to witness the conversation.

- Dad, I ... I... -the teenager began, trying to find the words that seemed to vanished from her head out of fear.

She and her dad were closed and she was the apple of his eyes. From the moment she was born, he went above and beyond to make sure she would have everything she could ever need and want. You two were a great team, making sure she was happy but did not spoil her too much and made her work hard on domestic tasks for her to pay for any unnecessary item she wanted to help her learn about the importance of valuing work.

Having a kid when you were only twenty was a challenge that you hope she would never have to face herself. In your case, you were lucky: you were dating the most wonderful man who saw that pregnancy as a miracle despite the difficulties it may bring with it. He was next to you every second he could and even on those times he had to be in LA as he tried hard to make it in Hollywood -many times he tried to quit and join the Royal Marines so he could support you and the baby, but every time you would encourage him to keep fighting for his dream-job since you were lucky to have a well-paid job as a secretary for your cousin who was a Doctor and thankfully counted with the help of yours and his mom to look after the baby girl while you worked. But, even if you were living apart for months, he would be there one way or another.

The last few years he had been busier travelling around the world, but he remained the same loving father and husband that he had always been.

For someone who would have done anything for his little angel, like renouncing his dream career or even risk his life on the Marines so he could give his family a decent life, it would be hard to digest the fact that she had a boyfriend. He may not be one of those authoritative dads, a controlling father figure, but he was overprotective. He would not shame his daughter for wanting a relationship, but he didn't trust guys. He lived his life in fear of that day in which his princess would found a guy: what if he hurt her when he wasn't around to protect her? What if he wanted her just for sex and broke her heart? Those were some of the worries he has had since she turned fourteen, he knew that this day was likely to happen.

- What's going on, Mel? - he asked worriedly as he stood up from his pc-chair and approached her to cup her face on his hands, inspecting her face to make sure she was ok.

-I... - Amelie took a deep breath and spilt out the words- I have a boyfriend.- she said and closed her eyes of fear - no because she feared he would get violent or anything like that; she didn't want to see the disappointment and pain on his face.

- That can't be possible! No, no, no... you're a little girl! - he exclaimed, frustrated.

- I'm not! I'm fifteen, dad!- she argued.

- Exactly! Fifteen! A baby! - he confirmed.

- I'm only five years younger than you two when you had me.- she replied angrily.

- Darling, I love you, but being a parent at that age wasn't exactly a walk in the park. We struggle a lot to make it work. Do you want to be in our shoes? - he questioned.

- OMG, Dad, stop it!- Mel shouted embarrassed.

- You're the same age that the girl from Taylor Swift's song Fifteen and you know what happened to that girl? She had a boyfriend and he only wanted to have sex with her.- he explained.

At that moment, you chuckled at the fact that he knew so well a Taylor Swift song - probably he got into her music to bond with his daughter who was a big fan of her music. They both looked at you as if they just noticed you there.

- See? I told you I shouldn't have told him!- the teenager reproached you.

- Did you know about this?! - Henry asked you surprised and disappointed. - Anyway, you're not allowed to keep seeing this boy.-he ordered.

- Go to your room.- you asked gently to the girl who was both angry and sad. She was about to cry, you knew it.

After Amelie stormed out of the room, you approached your husband who was now sitting on the chair, lost in his thoughts. You went from behind and leaned to hug him. He placed his hands over yours but didn't speak as he was still caught on the argument he just had with his little princess.

- Why did she have to grow up so fast? - he wondered sadly.

- I know.- you replied softly close to his ear.- You need to talk to her...you need to stop preventing her from seeing this boy or any other person she might want to date in the future.

He turned around to face you. Your eyes on his and vice-versa. His arms embraced you when you sit on his lap to be closer to him to talk more comfortably.

- Look, I know that you think you're doing the best for her and all you want to do it's protect her, but you're doing the opposite by prohibiting her from having a relationship.- you began to explain as you played with the few curls on his hair.- She's not a kid any more...she might be your little angel and she will continue to be so until your dying day. She'll never cease to be your precious Melie, no matter her age. But now, this is an important time in the life of a woman or any person: she's starting to have feelings, desires, dreams, etc and we need to encourage her to pursue them in a safe environment. If you act the way you just did, that won't stop her from dating, but she'll avoid telling you and you risk losing that close bond you work so hard to have. Besides, if she doesn't trust you to tell you she's dating someone because she knows you'll get mad at her, she probably won't share if something bad happens to her, if she's been hurt in any way, because she might believe you blamed that on her and how do you expect to protect your daughter if she doesn't allow you to know about her intimacy.

- But, that's exactly why I don't want her to date! She's young and boys are creeps and only think of sex. What if someone uses her for that o worse, forced himself on her? - he questioned worriedly. He was almost in tears by the thought of somebody hurting his little girl.

- Give her the benefit of doubt. I was around her age when I had my first boyfriend and yes, he was one of those who only wanted me for sex, but I was smart enough to realize that and I left him before anything happened. A lot of my friends and school-mates went through that, some were smart as I was, other not so much but learned an important lesson and few lucky ladies truly found amazing guys who were in love with them. I found you no long after that and you didn't want me only for that, did you?- you asked even though you already knew the answer.

- Of course not, you were everything to me.- he confirmed.

- Don't you think Amelie is special enough for her to find somebody like you?

- I guess.-he replied sighing, defeated.

- Don't lose the bond you have with her. Let her know that no matter what her dad will always be there for her. That she doesn't have to hide anything from you, that eventually, you will be ok with it and that you only want her to be safe.- you advised him. He nodded and then pressed his forehead against yours as he placed one of his hands on your face.

- You two are my entire world.- he said softly.

- I know, baby. And you are mine too.- you replied with a smile.

Henry kissed you and then he went to talk to his daughter while you headed to the living room to replied some work-mails from on your laptop. Later, your daughter came into the room and hugged you.

-Thanks, mom, you're the best!- she thanked you.

- You're welcome, sweetie.- you answered- You have to understand your dad... he's done the impossible to protect you and now he's scared for you because the world is dangerous for us, women, and he was a teen too; he grew up with other boys of that age who weren't as nice and he fears you might found someone that doesn't have the best intentions with you. He wants you to be safe, that's all.- you informed her and she nodded.

On Sunday, you organized for Tyler, your daughter's boyfriend, to come to have lunch with the family so you could meet him officially.

The boy was polite and well-educated. He had impeccable modals for a fifteen-year-old and seemed smart too.

He seemed to be intimidated by your husband, who purposely acted menacing -which made you rolled your eyes and chuckled.

You had to give credits when it's due: the boy not only survived the day with his girlfriend's dad but he actually managed to get him to like him - all things considered. He was a gamer and into comic books and fantasy books, he found something to bond with your husband

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill one shot #demivampirew

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Put On Your Raincoats #20 | Squalid Motels and Desperate Gals, courtesy of Kim Christy

This review contains mild spoilers.

When I first heard of Kim Christy, I knew I had to delve into her work. Here is someone who was involved in the drag scene in the '60s and went on to direct and produce pornography from the '80s onward. She's also a trans woman director (and occasional actress), which is not just unusual in golden age pornography but even mainstream cinema today. Unfortunately, figuring out where to start was a challenge. There's a very good interview with her on the Advocate but which doesn't really delve into her directing work. So I did the highly risky and ill-advised move of scanning through the titles in her filmography and trying to pick out ones with interesting sounding premises. Even this was a challenge, as a lot of her movies sounded like they didn't have a terrible amount of story. (A good many of them also had certain slurs in the title, which are unfortunately common in trans pornography.) So out of the crapshoot of movies I picked, I can't say I really got to the bottom of what makes her work interesting or even gelled to most of them, but hopefully I can convey what makes the ones I did take to interesting.

To start with the most slight, the two Divine Atrocities movies are basically a collection of sex scenes. There's a theme of dominant women running through them, but otherwise there isn't much tying together in terms of staging, aesthetics and the like. The segments have titles like "The Leather Lass Tamer", "Rubber Rampage" and "Ms. Degradation", but truth be told, nothing here is terribly shocking. So there isn't a lot to either of these movies, but if you're watching it for those reasons, they're enjoyable enough. A few of the segments feature trans performers, and I did find that Sulka had a nicely imposing screen presence in her scene, and while Sugar Nicole briefly threatens her partner with her "big black cock", I did like that for the most part the movies don't discern between these scenes and the ones with cisgender performers. In the eyes of Kim Christy, there's room for everyone in this great sexual melange. Also notable is the threesome scene with Janey Robbins, who (after likely reading Dan Savage's column) tells one of her partners, "If you don't find a different way to fuck me, you can forget it, I'll have to find somebody else", and in the first time in the history of civilization, gets mad at her male partner for not climaxing quickly enough. "You always say it'll only take a few minutes. Time is the only thing I can't replace, and it always takes too long."

A bit more substantive narratively but less interesting is Momma's Boy, with a premise that you can guess based on the title. Tantala Ray presides over a brothel set during an indeterminate period, where she presides over her girls and also her son, who mysteriously became a deaf-mute at a certain point of time. Why did her son become a deaf-mute? Will we ever find out? Spoiler: it's incest. Tantala Ray does have a weird enough screen presence to make her parts watchable, but this has none of the charge that, say, Taboo brings to the same material. (It's worth noting that Ray in this movie, looking like a debauched queen of Mardi Gras in one scene, is a camp villain while Kay Parker plays her role straight in the other movie.) As it's shot on video, the movie is not very nice to look at, and the dirt cheap production values make it unclear whether this is supposed to be a period piece. Some of the dialogue is amusing ("Oxford?" "Guess again." "Princeton?" "Try Biloxi Tech, my sweetie."), and there is some old timey music and one of the clients wears an ascot at one point, so it's not a totally squalid affair. (It's classy, see? He's wearing an ascot.) As the son, Jerry Butler does a cringe-inducing lisp, but I did chuckle at his last line.

A bit easier to recommend is True Crimes of Passion, where Janey Robbins plays a private detective (cheekily named B.J. Fondel) who invariably bungles her investigations and winds up in sex scenes with the people she's supposed to be investigating. "Out of the fog and into the smog" begins the overwrought voiceover, which truth be told doesn't compare to the likes of Chandler but I guess the effort is nice. The first case involves her investigating the wife of a minister whom her client suspects of infidelity. Surprise, surprise, it turns out the wife has a girlfriend with whom she has dominant sex. Thanks to Robbins' investigative prowess, she gets found out and forced to join the proceedings and ends up getting her client, a Dan Quayle looking motherfucker in a cowboy hat, captured as well, which leads to an incredible burn.

"The lord will punish you for this."

"The lord already has, he gave me you for a husband."

Also, when Robbins is forced into cunnilingus, she says over narration, "Oh Christ, I'm not even sure I've seen one of these things up close", and yeah, okay, Janey.

The second scene is probably the most notable as it features Christy as a performer. Robbins visits her friend to investigate a death threat against her friend's brother (also Robbins' ex), and the twist can be deduced when you start wondering why a seemingly minor character gets an unusually large amount of screentime. The scene features a trope that likely isn't terribly sensitive by modern standards, but I get the sense from that Advocate interview that Christy isn't too hung up about such things and one must concede that the film is a product of its time and genre (and within that context, there's a lot worse out there). The last scene has Robbins spying on her neighbour in hotel to get some industry secrets, which leads to some really awkward dialogue about champagne and then a threesome involving her client and mark. Like the work of Yasojiru Ozu, this scene breaks the 180-rule, but I guess if this is your thing, you might enjoy it. At the very end, the mark just gives up his secrets to the client. The secrets of male bonding sometimes elude me.

Easily the most accomplished and enjoyable film from Christy that I watched was Squalor Motel. It combines the sexual variety of the other films with a sense of camp and grounds it in a distinct, memorable location. There isn't much more "plot" than the other movies, as it's basically about a motel concierge doing her job over the course of a day, but as it follows her bumping into a variety of (usually horny) guests and finding herself in amusing (and unfailingly sexual) situations, there's enough of a narrative through line that it feels like a "real" movie where the other movies strained for similar effect, and the movie uses a soundtrack of icy synths and jazz that sounds like imitation Angelo Badalamenti to give it all an alluring vibe. I'm gonna make a wager that David Lynch would have liked this movie. Look, I have no idea what his viewing habits are or what sends his motor running, and the thought of him jacking it furiously to this or any movie is not something that brings me pleasure. But this shares some of the campy tone and surface qualities of his works, and I also wanted to leave you all with that image.

Why does the motel have its own house band (to whom people try to listen to while they engage in all kinds of sexual congress)? Why is Jamie Gillis made up like a vampire and trying to sell marital aids? Why does the one guest's blow-up doll turn into a real person (and prove, uh, extremely vocal during their scene)? Why is the owner wearing a pig mask and a tutu while he spies on his guests? Why is everyone laughing at the newlywed? Why is the one scientist with a Hitler mustache and his shrill-voiced assistant conducting experiments (read: having a threesome) with Tantala Ray? And how are most of these things taking place in the mysterious Reptile Room in the middle of the motel? With an extremely winning Colleen Brennan in the lead role (sporting a pair of thick glasses, a Lucille Ball updo, and a big, toothy smile), we'll have a pretty good time finding out. Like a lot of hardcore movies, this is pretty episodic in structure, but its distinct atmosphere gives it a nice sense of momentum as it drifts from scene to scene.

With its nice production design (and the fact that it seems to have actual sets, rather than being shot in what I assume are people's homes like in the other movies), Squalor Motel feels a bit more upscale and lavish than the average porno. While I don't have any budgetary information handy, I do know that the production had an assistant director, Ned Morehead. To what extent he contributed to the movie's DNA I can't say for certain, but the directorial effort of his I watched, also produced by Christy, had many of the same qualities. Desperate Women starts off feeling pretty stylish with its spraypaint style opening credits (although it loses a bit of style when it misspells star Taija Rae's name as "Taja Rea"). Taija Rae plays a reporter who ends up wrongfully convicted for a murder and thrown in brutal women's prison presided over by the sadistic Tantala Ray, who seems to get her jollies from spying on her prisoners as they get it on or abusing them with the help of her dimwitted guard. During such incidents, the guard frequently ends up ejaculating on her uniform as a source of comic relief. (One such scene ends with a shot of a photo of Ronald Reagan.) I must however disclose, without revealing too much about the shameful inner workings of my hopelessly degenerate mind, that the denouement of scene involving Ray, her guard and Sharon Mitchell did not leave me unmoved. Mitchell plays a prisoner who befriends Taija Rae, and it's worth noting that despite being one of the best actresses in classic porn, she's saddled here with an atrocious Hispanic accent and at one point sings a bit of "America" from West Side Story.

By porn standards, this is actually quite well produced and has a relatively sturdy narrative. (I must however note that one scene has a blatant ejaculation-related continuity error.) Women in prison movies tend to be pretty squalid affairs in general, at least in terms of production values, so this doesn't feel too far off from the real thing and offers more explicit versions of the same pleasures, while its sense of humour gives it a nice campy quality. Tantala Ray especially delivers in a pleasingly over the top performance as the teeth-gnashing villain (the camera often frames her severe face in wide angle close ups), and say what you will about Sharon Mitchell's accent, I did like seeing her pop up in here. With all the flamboyance and excitement around her, Taija Rae almost becomes a supporting character in her own movie, although I must confess that I found her character's hopeless naivety pretty cute. ("I didn't wear rubbers, it's sunny out".) With a fun cast, a firm handle on the genre's pleasures and a groovy soundtrack, this is a pretty good time.

#film #movie review #put on your raincoats #divine atrocities #divine atrocities 2 #momma's boy #true crimes of passion #squalor motel #desperate women #kim christy #ned morehead

[goldenavenger02]

Peter Parker's Day Off

This story is for the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange and my giftee is @avengersincamphalfbloodstardis so I hope you like it!

Before anyone draws comparisons between this and the fic @marvelous-writer posted a few weeks ago, we've already gotten it worked out, so go read her fic after mine!

Editing and cover credits go to @clover-roseee!

And now, on with the story!

Peter groaned as he woke up, and tried to force himself awake as Morgan jumped the end of his bed again. "I'm up, Morg, I'm up," he replied as rubbed his eyes, forcing himself to sit up. His body and head felt heavy, and he had that general sick feeling, so despite how much Morgan's excitement tended to rub off on him, it didn't this time. In fact, Peter wasn't even sure how he could be excited when his chest was tight and his nose was so stuffed up.

Morgan didn't seem to pick up on how he was feeling, though. "Come on, Petey!" she instead insisted, before hopping off his bed and running out of his room. "Daddy's making blueberry pancakes before we go to the zoo!"

The trip to the zoo had been planned for weeks, and Pepper had even taken a day off to come with (which was a rarity in itself). May had gotten held up at the hospital, too, so it was perfect timing that he stayed with the Starks for the first week of spring break; but while he really wanted to see Morgan lose her mind over lions, tigers, and birds, he still couldn't shake the sick feeling from his body.

"Come on, Petey! Daddy's making blueberry pancakes before we go to the zoo!" She insisted before running out of his room, singing about the trip.

Grabbing his bathrobe off of his closet door, Peter wrapped it around his shoulders and tried to regain some body heat before shuffling down the stairs. The smell of pancakes hit him as he went into the hall, and he knew immediately that his senses were in overdrive.

When he finally made it to the dining room, Morgan was going over some facts she had learned about lions for a school project and Pepper was looking at the news on her phone, but looked up when she saw Peter sit at the table. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" she asked, upon seeing his pale face, and the thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Peter started to respond, but instead let out a harsh cough into his elbow. That was enough of a reason for Pepper to get up from the table in search of the thermometer. Meanwhile, Morgan got up from her chair and ran into the kitchen area. "Daddy!" she exclaimed, "Petey's sick!"

Flipping the last few pancakes on to the large serving plate, Tony cleaned his hands with a dry washcloth and turned the stove off. Then, once that was done, he turned his attention to Peter and, with Morgan tagging along behind him, made his way over. "See!" Morgan repeated. "He's sick!"

"Yeah, I definitely see what you're talking about." Tony ruffled Morgan's hair before placing a hand against Peter's forehead. "And that's definitely a fever." He sighed before looking down at his daughter. "Sorry, Morguna. Looks like the zoo is gonna have to wait for a few days."

"But we have to go, Daddy!" Morgan fought back. "Mommy took the day off and everything!" Just as it looked like that Tony would have to deal with a tantrum at eight thirty in the morning, Pepper came back in the room with the ear thermometer and gently inserted it into Peter's ear. "Mommy, we have to go to the zoo!"

"Morgan's right," Peter agreed, receiving an enthusiastic grin from her. "I mean, you did take the day off to go with her to the zoo…"

Pepper looked skeptical. "I don't know. I don't feel comfortable leaving you here by yourself."

"Then how about Mr. Stark stays with me?" Peter proposed, taking a moment to cough into his elbow. Pepper, in return, placed a hand on his back. "You guys can send us pictures, and it'll feel like we're right there with you."

Pepper looked to her husband. "Tony? Are you okay with this?" she asked, as the thermometer beeped. She took it out and sighed when the reading revealed Peter had a temperature of 101.8. "Staying here with Peter?"

"'Course. I've got the spider kid, you two go have fun," Tony insisted, before leaning forward and kissing his wife's cheek. "Like he said, just send us lots of photos. Maybe let Morgan feed a giraffe while you're there, too."

Pepper broke apart from the kiss, and went over to grab her tote bag with her sunglasses, camera and Morgan's change purse full of nickels and pennies. "Alright, try and have a good day," she said, after slipping her shoes on. "Feel better, Peter."

Morgan ran up and hugged Tony tightly, and did the same to Peter before heading outside to the car, with Pepper following closely behind. When the car pulled out of the driveway, Tony turned to the resident sick kid. "So, how does crashing on the couch and watching some Star Wars sound?"

"Can we watch something else? I'm regretting getting Morgan obsessed with it," Peter spoke as he stood up from the table, trying to force the sudden headache that was building behind his eyes.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you want," Tony insisted as Peter shuffled over to the couch and grabbed the remote. "We should probably get you some Tylenol, though."

Peter nodded, starting to scroll through Netflix. Since Morgan preferred Disney+, he knew he would probably find something he wasn't sick of on there. But his vision was going in in and out, and starting to get spotty, and he was fighting every bone in his body in order to stay awake.

Suddenly Tony appeared beside him, and Peter distantly wondered how he did it. "Here," he said, pouring three white tablets into Peter's right hand, and swapping the remote for a bottle of blue Gatorade with the other. "Take that, and go to bed, kid. I'll find something to watch, you look exhausted."

Dropping the pills into his mouth and washing it down with a swig of Gatorade, Peter wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his bathrobe before doing what he was told. Tony's taste in movies was often better than Morgan's or Pepper's anyway, so he let himself relax and, feeling a blanket being draped over him, allowed the music of whatever Tony had picked lull him to sleep.

•••

"So, what do you wanna see first?" Pepper asked her daughter, as the two climbed out of the car doors. They had spent a little over half an hour driving, and Pepper already had the online map on her phone all ready and set-up. Knowing her daughter, though, she'd probably want to see more of the cuddly animals first, before going to see the creepier ones.

"Hmm…" Morgan hummed and tilted her head as she thought. She definitely wanted to go see the lions, but she was also wondering if they had a penguin exhibit, and maybe a snake one, too. "I dont know! Can we go see the dolphins? Please?"

"Sure." Pepper smiled and gently grasped her daughter's hand in hers, before they made their way inside. "And then we'll go feed the giraffe, like your dad wanted to. Sound good?" She verbalized the plan, trying to make it stick in Morgan's head, but, in reality, she was just wanting to spend some much needed time with her daughter. It was always a rarity when she was able to take time off, and she wanted to make the most of it.

Morgan nodded, but the period of silence was broken by her stopping in front of the snake exhibit. "Mommy, look!" she shouted, bouncing on her heels giddily. "Can we look at these first? Please?"

"Of course." Pepper nodded, took her camera out of her bag, and watched as one of the exhibit employees, per Morgan's request, placed a boa constrictor around her shoulders. "Say cheese on three, sweetie!"

•••

When Peter woke up on the couch, he felt like he could barely breathe through his nose, and could feel the intensity of the pressure in his head. Then, sitting up, he glanced around the room, before trying to peer into the kitchen. "Mr. Stark?" he asked, the stuffiness having apparently spread to his voice with how nasally he sounded. "Are you here?"

"In the kitchen!" the stay at home dad called back. Sighing and flopping back on to the couch, Peter re-covered himself with the blanket Tony draped over him, before he heard a "Shit, that's hot!" and the man himself appeared in the doorway. "Okay," he announced, as he walked over to his sick kid, "I've got good news and bad news. Which do you want first?"

Peter smirked. "What's the bad news?"

"Bad news," Tony explained, as he set a plate of soggy charcoal-coloured toast on the table, "is that I burnt your toast, and put too much butter on; so, it's kinda ruined now, kid."

Peter chuckled, as he sat up and, despite how terrible the toast looked, took a bite from it. 'At least Tony tried,' he thought. "And the good news?" he asked.

"The good news is that I ordered soup for later—don't look at me like that!—and that I did manage to make sure your Gatorade stayed cold," Tony said, as he set the half-full Gatorade on the coffee table, right beside where the plate previously was. Then, he had taken a seat near the sick teen's feet and patted his knee. "But, it doesn't matter now. How're you feeling, Pete?"

Peter sat up a bit to place the soggy toast beside the Gatorade, and laid back down against his pillows. "My head still hurts," he muttered, trying to warm himself up as he buried himself beneath the blanket, "'nd I've been kinda feeling sick. There's no other medicine I can take, right?"

Tony shook his head. "'Fraid not, kiddo. And, even if there was, I don't wanna give you mixed medications and have to take you to a hospital, so it's not gonna happen."

Peter groaned.

"But, what I can do is let you see all the pictures Pepper sent me of Morgan." Tony smiled as he pulled out his phone, and swiped on over to his 'Messages' section. "There's even one of her holding a boa constrictor, if you wanna see it."

Peter shook his head, remembering his very bad experience with a snake from years ago. "I think I'll pass on that," he said, before sitting up and glancing over Tony's shoulder. "But is there one of her with a penguin? Or a giraffe?"

Tony nodded, as he passed the phone over, and adjusted the two of them, so Peter was leaning against his side, with his head on his chest. "Oh, yeah," he replied. "Third and fifth one in. My personal favourites, though, are the ones with the sloths and otters."

In response, Peter yawned, and, after scrolling through all the photos, gave the phone back to Tony. He was getting exhausted again, and assumed, as he buried his head into his mentor's chest, that Tony had moved on to watching the videos Pepper had sent him, so he shut his eyes and allowed Morgan's excited squeals to lull him back into a peaceful sleep.

•••

"Alright, honey," Pepper said, smiling, as she fished Morgan's change purse out of her tote bag, "you can pick one thing out from the gift shop, and then we're going to head home." She held her daughter's hand as they approached the small gift shop, located back at the entrance. She was thankful she hadn't lost her daughter when they were visiting the exhibits, but if there was one place where she would lose her, then it was definitely the gift shop.

Morgan took her change purse from her mother's hand, and looked up at her, pleadingly. "Can I get something for Petey, too?" she asked with her adorable, wide eyes. "He's sick and we can get something to make him feel better!"

"Nothing fragile," Pepper negotiated, "and nothing made of glass. Otherwise, you can go nuts and get whatever you want. Deal?" She held her hand up for a high five.

"Deal!" Morgan exclaimed excitedly, as she returned the high-five. Unfortunately, Morgan was five, and that meant she was still rather small, so the high-five ended up being one of those off-beat ones, where they missed each other and ended up mostly slapping the air instead. Pepper still smiled, though, and watched as Morgan made a B-line for the stuffed animals.

'That's a good idea,' she thought to herself. 'Peter would probably prefer cuddling one of those instead of a rubber snake, anyway.'

•••

"Daddy, Daddy, we're home!" Morgan announced, a little over forty-five minutes later, before she slipped off her shoes and bright yellow leather rainjacket at the door. Then, she had resumed running into the kitchen, where she wrapped her arms around her dad's legs. "Mommy and I saw penguins, and sloths, I got to hold a snake!"

Setting down the knife he was using to chop up the peppers and celery, Tony had then dried his hands with a washcloth, before turning and giving his full attention to his daughter. "That's great, Morguna," he replied, as he kneeled down to her level and planted a small kiss atop her head. "But you'll have to tell me everything when Peter wakes up, okay? He still doesn't feel so good, and he needs a lot of rest to get better."

"Okay!" Morgan agreed, happily, before she pulled a grey and white ovaloid object out of her little purse. "We got him a penguin!" She exclaimed, enthusiastically bouncing on her heels once more. "Do you think he'll like it? I hope he likes it!"

Tony nodded, as he ran his hand through his daughter's messy brown hair. "I'm sure he'll love it, Morguna."

"Now, go wash your hands, okay?" Pepper said, as she came up behind her daughter and gently nudged her towards the bathroom. In response, Morgan did as she was told, and Pepper took that chance to heave the groceries up on to the counter, and started putting them away. "Morgan insisted we get juice pops for Peter," she explained, as she opened the freezer and stuffed the box of popsicles inside. "How did things go at home today?"

"Pretty good. He's gotten a bit better since you guys left, but he told me he was feeling sick, so we'll have to keep an eye on him tonight."

"Alright." Pepper smiled and put up the last of the groceries before turning to her husband. "I'm gonna sit in there till dinner is ready." She planted a quick kiss against Tony's cheek before sitting in the armchair that was beside the couch Peter was asleep on, and started to go through some files on her laptop. Days off were always a rarity for her, so she wanted to transfer the photos to her phone, so she could look at them while she was at work.

She looked up when she heard a rustling noise, only to see Morgan come in with the stuffed penguin and put it under Peter's right arm before climbing on the couch and curling up next to him. Watching as Peter unconsciously wrapped his left arm around Morgan, Pepper smiled and waited until her daughter's eyes closed to take a picture.

She'd be thanked, later.

#mcu #morgan stark #my own writing #spider-man #tony stark #pepper potts #sick fic #friendly neighborhood exchange #avengersincamphalfbloodstardis

[rlbubbles]

my mom doesn't understand me part 1

(disclaimer : I don’t support or encourage self harm, or disorders of any kind, this is only a post to explain what I’m going through. If you are having trouble with anything, mental health or physical health, please get help.) and know I love you. even if I don't know you, I love you. and we can get through this. 💙💙

TRIGGER ALERT : IF YOU STRUGGLE WITH MENTAL HEALTH, I STRONGLY ADVISE YOU TO CONSIDER NOT READING THIS POST, I DON'T WANT TO TRIGGER ANY OF YOU, I DON'T WANT TO HURT ANY OF YOU.

mom : honey, what's wrong?

me : *explains what's wrong super clearly and in detail*

mom : oh. I'm sorry. okay.

me : *nods*

mom 2 hours later : hey. what's wrong? is everything okay?

me : no. I'm not okay.

mom : what's wrong?

me : same thing I told you a few hours ago. I still feel upset/hurt about it.

mom : what is it?

me : I told you already.

mom : tell me again.

me : *explains it to her super clearly and in detail*

mom : oh. okay. I'm sorry. maybe I can help. what can we do to make you feel better?

me : *explains what will make me better super clearly and in detail*

mom : oh okay. we can do that. it's easy.

me : yup. thanks mom.

mom 2 hours later : *does the EXACT opposite of what will make me better and thinks it will fix everything*

me : *realizes what she did* *panics/panic attack and ask* mom? why? why would you do that?

mom : because we talked about it, this would make you better.

me : no. mom. no. I said *the exact opposite* would make me better. this made it SO much WORSE!!

mom : oh. I'm sorry. I just wanted to help you, because I love you.

me : I know mom. I'm sorry. it's not your fault.

mom : okay. I love you.

me : I love you too.

me 2 days later : *stressing bc mom "fixed it" but really it's way worse and I'm struggling to find a solution to feel better*

me a day later : *realizes the solution is to push through it, (bc it's ocd and fear of fears,) and I'll realize I'm okay.

mom 2 hours later : sweetie, what's wrong? are you okay?

me : no. I've been stressed out for a few days now.

mom : why? what's wrong?

me : same thing that was wrong a few days ago. it hasn't changed.

mom : *thinks really hard* I don't remember. what was it?

me : *explains it super clearly and in detail*

mom : oh. I thought we fixed that.

me : no. you tried to fix it, but I couldn't feel better.

mom : oh. well. what can we do to fix it, so you feel better?

me : *explains what will make me better super clearly and in detail*

mom : oh. okay. that's easy. we can do that. okay. relax. you'll be okay. okay. I understand. you don't need to stress anymore, okay. I love you.

me : *sigh of relief* thanks mom. I love you too.

mom 2 hours later : *"fixes it" by doing the exact opposite of what will make me better*

me : *panics* mom? why did you do that?

mom : bc you said it would make you better.

me : no. mom, that's not what I said. I said *the exact opposite* would make me feel better.

mom : oh. I'm sorry. sweetie, I just wanted to help you. bc I love you.

me : I know mom. it's not your fault, I probably confused you when I explained it to you. (a lie bc, i don't want to make her feel bad, bc she struggles with depression and for a while suicidal thoughts)

mom : okay.

me 5 days later : *been struggling with panic attacks every two hours for the last 5 days because my mom "fixed it" and my solution is to push through the fear bc it's ocd and fear of fears, and I will eventually realize I'm okay, so long as I push through it, so I've been in my room all day everyday, for the last 5 days, bc it's my only safe place*

mom : *knocks on door, opens door* hey. are you okay. you haven't left your room for almost a week.

me : *panics, I can't tell her I'm not okay, bc she will want to "fix it", and I can't make her feel bad and think it's her fault. lies* yeah, I'm okay mom. I just really like my room, you know.

mom : are you sure?

me : yup. really. I'm okay. *smiles so she drops it*

mom : okay. *leaves room, closes door*

mom 2 hours later : *knocks on door, opens door* hi. I was just thinking, you know how you said you really like your room?

me : yeah. *nervous, what is she getting at*

mom : well, what if we rearranged it so you have more space since you like to be in your room?

me : *panics, knowing that if my room were rearranged, it wouldn't feel like my safe place anymore, bc of ocd and fear of fears. tries to make up a reason for why I don't want my room moved without my mom feeling bad* um. no. that's okay, I really like my room like this.

mom : really? are you sure?

me : yeah. I'm sure. it's perfect.

mom : mmm. are you sure? it looks a bit crowded.

me : mmm, no. it's actually not. besides it feels cozy like this. I really like it.

mom : are you sure? I'm really good at tectris, I can move your room around and you can have more space.

me : no. that's okay. there's actually a lot of space in my room. you can't tell bc you're looking at it from the doorway, but if you were to step inside and move around my room, you'd see it's actually spacious.

mom : are you sure. you're going to spend a lot of time in here. I want you to be comfortable. I can move your room. it would be really easy.

me : no. that's okay, mom. I really like it like this. please don't move my room around.

mom : *nods*

me : thanks mom.

mom : I'm just trying to help. bc I love you.

me : I know mom. and I appreciate that, but I really like my room like this.

mom : *nods*

me : thanks mom. I love you.

mom : *leaves room, closes door*

me : *slow breathing to get rid of panic attack that was caused by stress and worry that I had to come up with an idea to keep my mom from moving my room around, my safe place. panic attack leaves after 10 minutes*

mom 2 hours later : dinner. come and eat.

me and my brother : *walk to dining area to eat*

mom : *weirdly disappears for 30 minutes*

me and my brother : *decide to watch a movie in the living room*

mom : *suddenly reappears and sits and eats at the dining table*

movie : *end credits roll*

me and my brother : wow that was a really cool movie.

me : well, I'm going to my room now

brother : okay, I'll go to my room too.

me : *walks to my room, notices my door is closed, it's never closed, I panic, I turn the handle and see my room*

my room : hi. I've been rearranged. I'm no longer your safe place. your bed isn't where it used to be. and that pile of stuffed animals you had on your bed ready to be used by you when you "can't do this anymore" yup, there on that shelf over there, in a neat line. and the stuff that used to be on that shelf is now either on your desk, which is also moved or in your dressers' drawers, also... moved. but hey, you have .08 inches of more space!! I wonder what your going to do with it!! so I know I'm not the same room you left like 2 hours ago. but can we still be friends. I hope you like me. please like me. it's not my fault. I didn't want to be moved around. but your mom moved me. bc the only sign on your door that says "keep out" is an invisible lock of trust that's on your door. trust between parent and child. but that lock is easily broken (whispers) all you do is turn the door handle, and push the door open. so. do you wanna come and sit on your bed, and hug a stuffed animal, that you'll need to pluck off the shelf, after panicking bc you have to chose ONE from the shelf, but how do you chose ONE, when you second guess everything, but don't worry about that, just pick ONE, and sit on your bed and you can cry silently, being tormented by suicidal thoughts until you tire yourself out and fall asleep. but don't worry, those thoughts will be there for you when you wake up, waiting for you to wake up, it'll have a big grin and a knife, shining in a beautiful light, calling your name. so wanna close the door, and we can start.

me : *panics, can't breathe, tears are banging behind my eyes, runs to find my mom who sits at the dining table eating, like nothing is wrong*

me : mom. uh. I just went to my room, and it looks different.

mom : yeah. I know. I moved it for you. *smiles, like she deserves a best mom of the year award*

me : *chokes on my tears, still holding them back* you moved it. why? I thought we talked about it. you said you weren't going to move my room.

mom : we did. but I figured you'd like your room more if it's more spacious.

me : but I told you I liked it how it was.

mom : I know.

me : so why did you move it?

mom : bc I thought you'd like it.

me : *confused* but I said I didn't want you to move it.

mom : yeah, but you know how you don't really know what you like until you see it. *shrugs* same thing. I wanted you to see how I could make your room look, bc i think you might like it.

me : um. but I said I didn't want it to be moved. and I know myself really well.

mom : mmmm. *tilts head side to side* do you, though? I'm your mom, I think I know you better than you know yourself.

also mom : *works 24/7 and only talks to me at dinner for 2 minutes and at night to say good night. and when I "schedule" time to talk to her once a month for an hour to two to catch her up on my life.*

me : *struggled with depression and suicidal thoughts for about 4 months when I was 14, and my mom didn't know anything, not even that I would cry in the bathroom every night for two hours. she only found out, bc I couldn't take it anymore and I was between killing myself or asking somebody for help. and I decided to text my uncle at 1 o'clock in the morning, and he text back. and said we should go out for ice cream when I wake up and we can talk about it. she only found out, bc I had to explain, why all of a sudden, I was leaving to see my uncle. and "just because we want to see each other" wasn't enough for my overprotective, aggressive parent of a mom. struggling with anxiety, ocd and fear of fears, I know EVERY FEAR I've dealed with for the last 3 years, what makes me calm and what triggers me, and my mom only knows about 2 fears that I've outgrown bc fear of fears, is a real b**** and gives new fears to me every two weeks. lovely, right? and she thinks she knows me. she doesn't even know what my favorite movie is!! for crying out loud.

also me : *nods, holding the tears back and says* okay. well, I'm going to my room now.

mom : okay. good night. I love you.

me : *turning away from her and walking out the dining area, voice cracks as tears start to flood my eyes* I love you too. good night.

mom : are you okay?

me : *shouts from the hallway, lies* yup. I'm okay.

me : *walks into my room, closes the door, stares at my unrecognizable room, my once safe place, my now, torture chamber. I break. tears roll of my waterline and race down my cheeks, "I can't do this" echos in my mind. I grab a stuffed animal from the shelf and face plant onto my bed. and silently ugly cry. telling myself, suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem and I can do this, I'm stronger than this. I can get through this. I believe it less and less with each hour that ticks by. eventually my body gives up, and I fall asleep. only to face these thoughts again in the morning, bc my safe place isn't safe anymore.

this is my life from the time I could talk to now. I'm 19¾ today.

#self harm #self harn #cutting #suicidal thoughts #anxiety #panic attacks #ocd #fear of fears #please get help #my mom doesnt understand #overprotective parents #aggressive parenting