#i have a couple asks in my inbox i have willingly left there to be answered when i have more time

[lyv-writes]

quick to break: frank castle x reader

words: 5,596

warnings: explicit smut, afab!reader, blowjobs, face-fucking, consensual vaginal sex, mild cock worship, manhandling, spanking, praise kink, strength kink, mating press, choking kink, use of the term “little girl” but not in a ddlg way, more in a patronizing way??? and only like 3 times, honestly pureee filth. i came back with a vengeance, aftercare, cuddling after sex (truly the biggest warning)

notes: had to come back with a bang…literally. horrible pun, i know. please enjoy and feel free drop an ask in my inbox! :D this was also cross-posted on ao3 <3

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Frank Castle.

Even the name was daunting, looming over you like a castle at the top of a hill. Walls impenetrable; no one got in that wasn’t wanted. He oozed control, of which Frank had a lot of.

Control over the scumbags of Hell’s Kitchen, causing even the most dangerous of men to move underneath his radar for fear of him catching wind of them. The images of the bodies he left scattered in his wake more than likely the first thing they think about when they wake up, and the last they think about when they lay their head on their pillow.

Control over himself, the patience on the vigilante running far deeper than anyone would expect with his gruff personality. It comes with the territory, spending hours staking out buildings, days following criminals, months jumping from goon to goon, working his way up to the big bosses. That was no easy task, oftentimes returning to his loft seething, having to remind himself that running in half-cocked would only get him killed before he accomplished his goals, before he fulfilled his purpose.

His favorite place to exert his control, however, was you. As of late, he finds his veins thrumming with a different kind of adrenaline—one that he can only find in taking you apart piece-by-piece, and putting you back together, not a thought in your head other than being good for him. He craves that control, in a way he only previously associated with the feeling of pulling the trigger of his gun with the barrel pressed against the head of some killer/smuggler/trafficker/piece of shit.

What made it so sweet was how willingly you gave it to him. He didn’t have to chase you down, didn’t have to break you to get you to bend for him.

He simply asked. Sometimes, demanded, if the mood called for it.

Even if he didn’t do either, you could tell what he needed with a look, and you were more than happy to help take some of that weight off of his shoulders.

It didn’t take much for you to realize Frank was holding back the first couple times you two slept together. The first time, you thought nothing of it, the moment being full of love, passion, truly an act of devotion between the two of you. It was sweet, it was perfect, it made you wish that your first time had been like that, with him. You finished together, kissing each other through it with wandering hands. Falling asleep in his arms that night, felt like a missing piece falling into place.

After a while of being together, and more than a few nights spent tangled with each other under sheets, it was a rare night where you and Frank could lose yourselves in each other's company, that you had ventured into new territory.

Driven by a night full of fleeting touches, ignoring the outside world for just a moment, the two of you stumbled into your apartment, lips reluctantly leaving each other only to shed your coats. You followed it up with your dress, and Frank impatiently unbuttoned his black dress shirt as you were already dropping to your knees, hands fumbling with his belt and unfastening his pants before he had even shed his shirt. You traced your lips over his clothed erection, nuzzling against his bulge before fixing your lips over his tip, lapping at him through his boxers.

His cock twitched at the feeling of your warm breath caressing him through the cloth and before he could say a word you had hooked your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down to meet his pants in a heap around his ankles, his cock springing free from its confines. You looked up to see him looming over you, hard cock hovering over your face as he pulled up the white tank top he wore underneath his button-up, revealing his stomach, solid, yet soft enough to melt under the press of your finger. He stepped out of his bottoms and kicked them to the side, and stepped towards you again, pressing the underside of his cock against your tongue.

“Please, Frankie, fuck my throat,” You whimpered, hands resting on his thighs, still pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses on the head of his cock and down his shaft. The only thing that had been on your mind all throughout dinner was treating Frank the way he deserved.

He did so much for you, for the city, you wanted him to be selfish for once, to take what he needed from you. You began stroking his length slowly, looking up at him through your lashes as you lapped at his slit, a groan coming from deep in his chest at your words coupled with your filthy actions. Your words came out slurred, lips still pressed to his cock and eyes glassy. “Wan’ you to, really, really do.”

Frank swallowed hard, gathering your hair together in a ponytail in his fist, his other hand coming down to caress your cheek softly. “You sure, baby?” He asked, voice tight with restraint. You had no idea how badly those words made him want to see you gag on his cock as he sinks into your throat, but you were so sweet, so soft.

The two of you hadn’t discussed making things a little more intense in the bedroom, too satisfied with being joined together so intimately. Frank knew that he could get a little lost in it sometimes, forgetting his own strength when wrapped up in the moment, but he made sure to take care with you.

Frank was all too happy to take things at your pace, just having you to himself being enough for him. “Wouldn’t wanna hurt that pretty throat a’yours.”

You shook your head, a dreamy smile on your face as you picked up the pace of your strokes. “You won’t hurt me, Frank. I trust you.”

He took a deep breath, feeling a bit selfish at giving into your request so easily, but he couldn’t deny that he desperately wanted to see if your throat could take his cock as good as your cunt did. And who was he to tell you no when you asked for it so sweetly. “Just tap my thigh if you need me ‘ta stop, okay?”

“Okay, Frankie,” you breathed, rubbing your thighs together in anticipation of feeling Frank use some of that strength you knew was hiding under his soft flesh against you.

Frank’s nighttime activities have never bothered you, in fact, quite the opposite. You found his sense of justice, the drive to do what needs to be done, admirable, irresistible. You couldn’t help but adore him—feel safe with him. You knew that if your friends and family knew who Frank really was, they would question your sanity. How in the world could you feel safe with someone who could be so violent, so bloodthirsty?

But you knew he would never hurt you.

You found comfort in how capable he was at keeping you safe. Knowing he would do anything to protect his own—you were convinced that if the world went to complete shit you would remain unaffected in Frank’s loft, shielded in your very own fortress, just the two of you.

The way you felt safe, cared for as his body hovered over yours on your bed, was something like you had never felt before. You knew you could only ever feel this safe with Frank.

Seeing the look of unadulterated adoration on your face, the way you so eagerly lapped at his cock as you waited for him to finally sink into your awaiting mouth, had him groaning, his cock twitching against your tongue at the sight. After a steadying breath, his grip tightened in your hair and he slowly entered your mouth, feeding you his dick until his tip was hitting the back of your throat with a moan at the sound of you gagging around his length.

“Relax, baby, lemme in,” he grunts, his face pinched in concentration as he focuses on not hurting you, no matter how badly he wants to shove you down on his cock. With short, steady thrusts he works open your throat, pulling back out till the tip was resting on your tongue before plunging back in just a little bit further. “That’s it, baby— shit.”

His sounds have you moaning lightly around his length, eyes glazed over and looking up at him as he takes such care in making sure you can take him without harm. You relax as much as you can for him, taking deep breaths through your nose as he sinks further into your throat. The taste of him is heady, causing arousal to coat your slit as you work your tongue against the underside of his cock.

“Atta girl,” he purrs, the last inch of his cock sliding down your throat. He groaned, pumping his hips shallowly as he tipped his head back and you whined at the sight of him, shirt pulled up to his chest, a sheen of sweat covering his chest and shoulders.

The light from the ceiling haloed around him, an angelic image towering above you. You could worship him forever, you realized, as you felt his thrusts pick up speed, pulling out from your throat and plunging back in. With that thought, the last of the tension that was strung tight in your body dissipated and you knew Frank could feel the difference with the moan that slipped from his throat.

He was seated to the hilt, your nose pressed tightly to the trimmed patch of hair at the base of his cock. You struggled to get a breath in through your nose as he relished in the way your throat fluttered around his cock. With your eyes rolling back slightly, the lack of oxygen had your head swimming, your heartbeat thumping in your clit at the feeling.

Frank opened his eyes, dropping his gaze to where you were kneeled before him, eyes rolled back at the feeling of him filling your throat and he picked up his speed again with a loud moan. His balls slapped against your chin as he used your throat like it was a fleshlight, and you snaked your hand down to the apex of your thighs, sliding past your panties to your soaked core.

The feeling of your fingers against your clit had you moaning loudly around his cock, the vibrations from your throat dislodging a loud moan from his throat. “Such a good fuckin’ slut f’me, gettin’ off from havin’ my cock in your throat.”

His words had you whining, not expecting the filth that dripped from his tongue. Frank was very vocal in bed—telling you how good you feel, moaning into your ear as he sinks into you. But he was so vulgar, it had you rutting against your fingers at the same pace he fucked into your throat.

No matter how badly you wanted to get him off with just your mouth, to feel him cum down your throat, you needed him inside you so desperately. Finally giving in, the war in your mind ceased as you tapped lightly on his thigh, signaling for him to stop.

“Fuck, baby, I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Frank asked quickly, worry lacing his words as he gently pulled out of your throat. His eyes met yours and widened slightly in awe at you, seeing the dopey smile on your face and the way you nosed at the flesh of his tummy.

“Not at all, Frankie,” you assured, your voice a little raspy before pressing a kiss to the skin above his belly button. You continued to litter kisses all over the skin you could reach, pulling a soft chuckle from Frank as he carded his fingers through your hair softly. “S’good, so good, jus’ need you real bad.”

“Yeah, baby?” He asks, a teasing grin on his face. “Need my cock in that cute little cunt’a yours? Bet that’s why you were humpin’ your hand while suckin’ me off.”

Nodding quickly, you stand on wobbly legs. Frank steadied you as you swayed towards him with a giggle before you shimmied out of your panties, grinning up at him cheekily. Linking his fingers with yours, you drag him down the hall into your bedroom, yelping at the smack he lands on your ass as you're crawling onto the bed.

Situating yourself on your hands and knees, you wiggle your ass at Frank teasingly, shooting him a coy smile over your shoulder. “Please, Frankie…need’ta feel your big dick stretching out my pussy.”

With a wolfish grin, he pulls his tank top over his head, grin turning into a smirk at the way your eyes rake over his body, admiring his strong torso before your eyes settle on his cock. It stood proud, mushroom tip flushed a deep red, pre-cum beading at the tip.

Mounting the bed behind you, he presses a palm between your shoulders until your chest is flush with the bed, presenting your slick cunt for his eyes. His rough hands knead the plush flesh of your ass, groaning at how wet your tight hole is for him. You feel his hand leave you and then come back down, landing a hard smack! to your ass, forcing a moan from your throat.

Frank watches the way your ass jiggles with hungry eyes, chuckling lowly at the loud moan you released. “Does my girl like it when I slap her pretty ass, hm?”

His hand comes down again on your other cheek, the stinging pain morphing into pleasure that pooled in your core. You felt slick leak from your core, face flushing knowing that Frank has the perfect view of your sodden cunt. That thought is confirmed when his thumb drags from your entrance to your clit, rubbing your slick around the tender bud slowly. “You really like that, don’t’cha, angel?”

His thumb added more pressure to your clit, circling it faster before slowing down again. He sped up again, feeling the way you inched closer and closer to your climax before slowing down again.

“Never would’a thought my sweet girl liked bein’ roughed up so much,” he mused, his grin clear in his voice. His thumb was replaced with two fingers, circling your clit a couple more times before dipping down to your entrance, prodding against the tight hole. You clench around nothing at the feeling of Frank’s fingers ghosting against your entrance, drawing another breath of a laugh from him.

“That why you wanted me to fuck your pretty little throat?” Frank asked, burying two of his fingers inside you the knuckle, the feeling of your walls stretching around them making you whine. “My little girl like it when I push her around a bit? When I use her like the little toy she is?”

A moan left your lips as Frank crooks his fingers, searching for that soft spot inside you, and it sends you reeling when he finds it. It feels like the air has been punched from your lungs at the way he bullies the spot, fucking you open on his fingers with fervor. Frank’s fingers were twice the size of yours, and long enough to reach the most delicious spots inside you.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, the force of his fingers forcing moans and incoherent mumbles from your lips. A cry tore from your lips as his hand struck your ass again, immediately repeating the action on the other cheek.

The pain mixed with pleasure had you gushing around his fingers, the sound of them fucking into you, lewd and wet, had your ears turning red. Without warning, your climax swept you under, your body tensing and trembling as white spots clouded your vision. Frank fucked you through your high with his fingers, slowing down until he was still, buried to the knuckle as your cunt fluttered around him.

As your orgasm subsided, you felt yourself relax, slumping further against the bed as Frank gently pulled his fingers from your twitching hole.

“Did so fuckin’ good f’me, baby,” Frank praises, draping his body over yours to press kisses across your back and shoulders. His hands trail from your hips, up your sides and squeeze at the plush flesh of your waist before dragging them back down to your hips and repeating the process.

His cock is hot against your lower back, hard length rutting slowly against your ass as he continues to ghost kisses across your skin. “Such a good fuckin’ girl—my good fuckin’ girl.”

A content hum builds in the back of your throat and you roll over on your side just enough to look back at Frank, your chest tightening at the grin stretched across his face. Frank’s smile always had your heart screeching to a halt in your chest, and you were sure your eyes turned to hearts at the sight.

“‘M all yours, Frankie,” you say with a sigh, pursing your lips at him to ask for a kiss.

He wastes no time in fulfilling your request, pressing his lips to yours in a deep kiss. You can feel his love pouring into you through the kiss, as if your souls were connected where your lips met. The kiss was broken all too soon by the smile that stretched across your lips. His smile soon mirrored yours until you were smiling fondly at each other, foreheads pressed together and breaths mingling in the close space.

“Are you okay to continue?” Frank asks, tone soft as he bumps his nose gently against yours. “We can stop here, baby. You’ve been so perfect.”

The tiredness that you feel is still tinged with an undercurrent of need, still craving to be so intimately connected with Frank. The feeling of his cock, hard and warm against your skin only solidified your thoughts. Pressing another soft kiss to his lips, you pull away just far enough to murmur, “Fuck me, Frankie.”

With a groan and a satisfied grin, Frank’s hand snaked down between the two of you, guiding his cock to glide along your slick folds. Your mingling breaths soon became shared moans as he pressed his dick flat against your cunt, lubing up his cock with your wetness. A whine hitched in your throat as his head nudged at your entrance until it gave way, allowing him to work his thick cock inside your tight hole.

Despite him getting you ready with his fingers, the feeling of him stretching you out in his cock had heat engulfing your body, your mouth opening in a silent moan at the never-ending feeling of him filling you. He finally met the end of you, pressing himself further just for good measure before pulling back till just the tip was seated in your cunt.

He leisurely plunged his cock back into you, allowing you to feel the way his dick carved a path inside you. You loved the way Frank always looked out for you, always put your needs before his own when it came to acts of intimacy. But right now you wanted—no, you needed him to take what he wanted.

“Frankie,” you whined, arching your back to press your ass against his hips, taking his cock completely. “Please, fuck me, Frank. Don’t hold back.”

A rough groan passes his lips, his hips pressing further against yours at your words. “Fuck, babydoll, I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You won’t, Frankie,” you urge, looking at him with your face pressed against the mattress. “I’m not quick to break—promise. Please, Frankie, fuck me hard.”

He could hear the desperation in your voice, the way your lip trembled and brows pinched together as you looked up at him. Surging down to grab your jaw with his hand, he held your face still to press his lips urgently to yours, tongue demanding entrance before he pulled away, string of spit connecting your tongues.

Frank pulled away enough to look you in your eyes, making sure there wasn’t a trace of hesitation. Instead he found lust, hunger, love, as you smiled up at him once more. His voice was firm, more firm than you had ever really heard him be with you. “You tell me to stop, I stop immediately, do you understand, babydoll?”

“Yes, sir,” you responded immediately, the honorific just sounding right in the context. “I’ll tell you if I don’t like something.”

His gaze darkened at the sound of the title you used for him and he nodded at your agreement, dropping a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Good girl.”

His words washed over you like a warm breeze, sinking you further into the fuzzy headspace that you always felt bleeding at the edges of your vision when it came to being intimate with Frank.

You felt Frank straighten back up, his hands trailing your shoulders, softly down your sides to settle at your hips. Slowly, so slow it was agonizing, he pulled his cock from your wet channel, just the tip nestled into your heat. Despite the instinct to brace for the impact of his hips on yours, you forced yourself to relax, further melting into the mattress to show Frank just how much you wanted everything he had to give.

Frank stayed still, enjoying the visage of you so submissive for him. Presenting your sweet cunt so eagerly for him, like a bitch in heat begging to be bred. His cock pulsed where it sat snug in your entrance at the thought.

You started to get antsy, wanting to look over your shoulder to see what Frank was thinking, but wanting to stay still and be good for him. Just when you considered wiggling your hips, hoping to spur him on, he filled your weeping cunt in one fell stroke.

A cry was wrenched from your throat at the feeling of him filling you so completely, not sparing a second before he was pistoning his hips against yours. With your eyes rolling back in your head at the feeling of his tip bullying your cervix, you felt the curve of his dick brushing against that spongy spot inside you.

The pleasure was almost too much, your fingers tightening in their grip on the sheets and trying to drag yourself away from the feeling. With a grunt, Frank wrenched your hand out of the sheets, hand circling tightly around the bend of your elbow as he pulled you back towards him. His hips picked back up their rhythm, hand landing a thundering smack on your ass cheek as he fucked into you.

“Don’t try runnin’ now, little girl,” Frank grunted, landing another harsh smack against the raw flesh of your ass. “You asked for this.”

He was being borderline mean, his tone cold and detached as he used your body to chase his release, and his words had a loud moan breaking free from your throat. It only had you growing wetter, the squelching sounds of him railing your cunt increasing in volume, along with your moans.

You knew that if you wanted it to stop, you could say so, and you trusted Frank to keep his word. But it was so perfect, the pain burning in such a euphoric way, it was too much and not enough all at once.

“F-fuck, sir— unh! ” Words fell from your lips, incoherent babbles of his name mixing with your moans creating the most beautiful symphony in the silence of the room. “So good—so full, fuck.”

His hips came to a stop, pulling out so quickly you didn’t even realize until he was manhandling you onto your back. His eyes took you in from your face to the wet heat at the apex of your thighs, unconsciously licking his lips at the sight of you clenching around nothing.

“Kiss me, Frankie, please,” you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist and dragging your wet core against his cock.

He’s never been able to deny you anything, even now, his hard exterior dropping to press a languid kiss to your lips. You gasp against his mouth, his tongue taking advantage of the noise to slip in alongside yours. He pulls back just enough to murmur, “Bein’ such a good little toy for me, baby.”

His hips rut against you, grinding perfectly against your clit. His words send your mind floating off into the clouds, happy, sated knowing that you’re being good for him, that you’re taking all that he gives just how he wants you to.

You’re so lost in the kiss, the feeling of his chapped lips against yours, the warm weight of his hand caressing the side of your cheek, you don’t even notice him drag his cock down to your entrance. With a sharp thrust, he bottoms out once more, relishing in the way your eyes widen at the unexpected stretch, your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

Frank licks into your mouth one final time before pulling away, planting one hand on your hip and the other around your neck. He gives your neck a gentle squeeze, your eyes focusing on him and seeing the silent question in his eyes. You nod quickly, failing to form the words of encouragement he needed, but whatever he saw on your face was confirmation enough.

His grip on your throat tightened, blood rushing in your ears at the light feeling in your head. Frank cursed, hips stuttering against yours at the way you clenched around his cock, almost making it hard for him to pull out and press back in smoothly.

Frank can feel your walls fluttering around him, the signs of your climax approaching has him doubling his efforts. The hand that was on your hip leaves a trail of fire as he moves it to your mound, thumb ghosting over your clit and making your hips buck against his thumb at the feeling.

The sweet abyss of release was so close you could taste it, sweet on your tongue. You were desperate for it. Your hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging into the skin hard, dragging down in your pleasure fueled daze, leaving stinging, red marks in your wake.

“Please, please, please,” you mumbled, your brain melting underneath Frank’s weight as you felt his hands grab at your thighs, pressing your knees to your chest as he settled his weight over you. His cock pressed deeper into your core, the deepest anyone had ever been. “O-oh, God, Frankie—can feel you in my tummy, baby— ah! ”

Your voice was nothing more than a shrill whine, all the air punched out of your lungs at the change in position. His weight was comforting around you as he molded your cunt around his cock. You were sure you would never be the same after this, he had broken you down and rebuilt you in the same breath.

His fingers worked quick circles around your clit as he huffed, his pace slowing slightly, allowing him to hit deeper, harder. His hand is still loosely circling your throat, no longer squeezing but acting as something to ground you. Despite your previous orgasms, you know this will be intense. You can feel it building, but it feels slightly different, the pressure building more than usual.

“C’mon, little girl, you’re gonna give it t’me,” Frank grunts, angling his hips for that little spot that makes you feel like you could float away from your body. His hand tightens around your neck, your moan cut off into a ragged breath. “Cum around my dick so I can breed this tight little cunt, y’want that don’t you?”

“God, yes!”

In a flash, flames envelop your body, toes curling as your vision goes spotty at the force of your orgasm, leaving you cumming with a cry. Frank’s hand releases your throat, the oxygen rushing back through your veins making the sensations more intense. You’re so fucked out, you didn’t notice the way you soaked the lower half of Frank’s body, your arousal dripping down his hips and drenching the sheets.

Frank’s hips collide with yours, once, twice, before stilling, painting your sensitive walls with his thick spend. The feeling of him filling you with his seed, grinding his hips against yours and stimulating your tender bud, has you moaning softly as an aftershock rolls through you.

The air around you is still, thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Frank gently lowers your legs, pressing featherlight kisses to your face at the sight of you wincing in discomfort. Tangling your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, you drag his mouth over yours, pressing a deep, unhurried kiss to your lover’s lips.

Frank’s softened cock is still wrapped in your velvet heat, both of you enjoying the feeling of being so close, feeling like you are one entity instead of two individuals. You had never understood the appeal of cockwarming until now, pressed to the bed with the weight of Frank’s body laid atop yours, joined in the most intimate way.

Finally parting for breath, Frank presses his forehead against yours, eyes closed as he melts under your nails scratching lightly at his scalp. His words are slurred in contentment. “Wasn’t too rough, was I?”

Shaking your head softly against his, you smile softly at his serene face. You only ever see Frank this at ease when he’s asleep, the only time the man indulged in being vulnerable. “Not at all, Frank.”

Pulling back far enough to meet his gaze, your hand falls to cup his cheeks. “It was perfect. You’re perfect, Frankie.”

It never fails to amaze him how you’re able to quiet the voices in his head, the ones that nag at him, nasty, cruel voices that spit venomous words. His whole being is still. Right now, intertwined with you in the closest way possible, he’s never been happier.

His lips pull into a sheepish grin, shaking his head at you. “That’s all you, angel. My good little girl.”

His praise makes your face flush, despite all you had just done, all he had just done to you, he still managed to fluster you. He presses a kiss to your pouting lips, chuckling into the kiss as you try to resist before melting against him.

Nuzzling your nose with his, he softly pulls out from your sensitive core, pressing a kiss to your nose as you wrinkled it at the sensation of his release dripping out of you. “C’mon, sweet girl. Let’s get you to the bathroom while I change the sheets.”

Standing up before you, Frank scoops you up in his arms, smirking at the tiny yelp you let out at the unexpected action. You smack his chest with a giggle before burying your face in his neck. Frank always looked at you a little weird when you sniffed at him like this, but you just couldn’t help it—he always smelt so good. If his natural scent was some top-shelf designer cologne, you would spend hundreds on it.

After placing you on the toilet, he grabs a washcloth, wetting it under warm water before kneeling in front of you and wiping down your sensitive areas with a gentle hand. Once he was done with that, he deposited the cloth in the hamper, before returning to the bathroom.

“I’m going to change the sheets and get you some water,” Frank says, pressing a lasting kiss on the top of your head. “You finish up in here, I’ll be done by the time you are.”

With a final smile, Frank leaves the bathroom, closing the door behind him. You quickly use the restroom before wiping off the rest of your ruined makeup with a makeup remover wipe. By the time you’ve finished brushing your teeth and exited the bathroom, Frank is setting the glass of water on your side of the bed.

He smiles softly when he sees you exit the bathroom, his eyes taking in your bare figure with a look that wasn’t of hunger, or lust, but adoration, reverence. You had never felt so beautiful with just one look before you met Frank—he was unlike anyone you’d ever known.

He pulls back the duvet, sliding in against the fresh sheets and patting the spot next to him for you to join him. With a bright smile, you cross the room in a flash, burying yourself into his side as he tucks the comforter in around the two of you so none of the cold air could get into your little cocoon

You pressed your cold toes to Frank’s warm legs, giggling at the hiss he let out at the feeling. He glared playfully at you, kicking around at the blankets until he had wrapped them around your feet. Tucking his arm under your head, he draped his other arm over your waist and pulled you closer to him, your chilled nose brushing against the warm skin of his neck.

With a sigh you wrap your arm around Frank’s torso, hand splayed out on the muscles of his back and ribs. “Y’so warm, Frankie,” you mumble, the sound muffled from your place in his neck.

He laughs softly, his fingers drawing delicate shapes on the soft skin of your back. “You’re just cold, baby. But don’t worry, I got’cha.”

“I know,” you hum, trying to press yourself closer to him. “I love you, Frankie.”

“I love you too, sweet girl.”

#my writing #frank castle x reader #frank castle fic #the punisher x reader #frank castle smut #marvel x reader #jon bernthal x reader #frank castle is so hot i jus …. mmfff

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Jack says "ignored YOUR rule". Does that mean it's something Bakugou obligates himself not to have or something non of them can have? I'm actually curious 🤔

It’s actually a rule Bakugou put down for himself for a number of reasons, half related to his own safety and the safety of the person he’s dating, the other half to the fact that Bakugou hates lying, but (again for safety reasons) he can’t just go around telling everyone what he’s doing - he doesn’t want a relationship in which he’d just contantly lie to his partner and ditch them for vigilante work without being able to explain them what’s going on, so he put down the rule as soon as he decided he wanted to do this. Well, he hadn’t been interested in relationships anyway before Kirishima, so it was an easy decision to take at the time - now though...

Ahhhh if only he figured out Kiri and Red are the same person smh that’d make everything so much easier on him

Anon said:When you draw Jiro and Bakugo having platonic hugs and cuddles my bi heart becomes incredibly soft THANK YOUUUUUUU

I’M HAPPY TO HEAR THAT cause honestly that’s as self-indulgent as I go hahaha

Anon said:The vigilante au is so far sad but I could totally see it going in a miraculous ladybug kinda direction. What if they tried putting distance between themselves and suddenly found that they're falling again, for the vigilante forms this time because "oh sh*t he's cute in every way Kirishima is" and "He's just my type too, Bakugou-- *sigh* I could use some moving on from him." Or only Kirishima moves to vigilante!Baku but he remains stuck on kiri..//Or what if like, vigilante! Kiribaku are about to get caught by a hero and Kirishima opens up about his last regret of not getting to see his crush one last time after they set distance between themselves, while Bakugou listens and...

That’s!!!! a lot of ideas you got there hahaha I’m glad you’re having fun with the concept!!!!!!

Anon said:That vigilante au is amazing. You really express emotions well in comics.

AAAAAHHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH that!!!! honestly means the world to me *sob*

Anon said:I just want to say you're really cool and I like you art uh- K bye

Thank!!!!!!!!!!! YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Oh damn. I think i fall in love for your Vigilantes AU. Please don't stop. I really love it❤️

I mean, as long as you guys are okay with it being a bit all over the place and also being just pencil doodles, then I got no problems doing that right now haha thank you for liking it!!

Anon said:I love your vigilantes AU so much 😍😍😍😍

THANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:LET THEM BE HAPPY !!!!

THAT’S THE PLAN!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:May I ask how you draw bakugous hair so well?? I just can’t seem to get the right amount of poof (or should I say BOOM💥 )

oHO I’m glad you like it cause actually the answer is I spent two years drawing it nearly daily and I finally sorta reached a place when I guess I’m okay with how I draw it lol some time ago I drew a step by step for it? but by now my process is mostly “do whatever and hope for the best”, which incidently is also my process in drawing Kirishima’s hair lmao

Anon said:Im a bit confused with the vigilante kiri, does he have black hair in his civilian form and red in his hero form?

YEH it’s one of the reasons why Bakugou still hasn’t figured out Red is Kiri haha thought if you’re asking for the logistics of that, I can’t say I spent too long thinking about it? We can always call it temporary hair dye spry or something like that, but to be fair it’s not like it matters all that much lmao I just needed Baku to be unable to tell it was him easily haha

Anon said:I love ur gem Au! :D are you gonna make more? Its okay if not :)

As I’ve said literally every single time I’ve answered asks since I posted it, MAYBE yes! The thing about that AU is that I love it and I have fun with it, but posting it ended up being the biggest mistake I’ve ever made, so honestly I don’t know when I’m gonna draw it if I’ll draw it, but the possibility is there

Anon said:Hello! I just wanted to say I have love reading your comics and your art is amazing-- but I especially love your vigilantes AU! Thank you so much for sharing it with us!!!

HECK thank you!!!! I’m so happy you’re enjoying it ;O;

Anon said:Why must you hurt us? I started crying at that vigilante au comic..

*passes u a blanket* I’ll try not to make it as sad in the future!

Anon said:Hi! I've purchased the take my hand book about a month ago, just wondering how long it takes for it to be delivered??? BTW I live in NZ so I understand if it takes a while~

Heck sorry anon but I’m so not good with dates, you should check the @takemyhandzine blog for that sorta stuff! Thank you so much for buying it tho!!!! ;O;

Anon said:Is Nico a cinnamon roll or a sinnamon roll?

That......... depends a lot on who you ask :0

Anon said:I love bnha more and more with every new character out. All that's left is to ask, which minor character is currently your favorite? (***That isn't from UA because that is a much bigger dilemma)

oUCH it would have been easier picking from UA actually since I’m pretty sure Amajiki is it hahaha well, if I can’t pick from UA...................... you know what, probably Shishikura

Anon said:Bakujiro friendship is something I didn’t know I NEEDED. U do good work bro

I’M SO GLAD YOU CAN GET BEHIND THAT!!!!!

Anon said:Your art gives me life!!! Every time you post is just so unique in every way :00000 ❤️ anyway i just wanted to let you know that you’re inspiring in every way and that I absolutely adore your kiribaku art to the moon and back!!!

SOB thank you so much???? You’re so sweet!!!! ;O;

Anon said:FRAN!!! YOUR LATEST KIRIBAKU ART KILLED ME (in a good way) HONESTLY YOU IMPROVED SO MUCH SINCE I FIRST STARTED FOLLOWING YOU, IT MOTIVATES ME TO KEEP DRAWING!! THANK YOU

HELL ANON THANK YOU SO MUCH I’M SO GLAD MY FUMBLING AROUND IN THE ART WORLD IS INSPIRING FOR YOU ???? LET’S BOTH KEEP DOING OUR BEST!!!!!

Anon said:fran you could convince me to ship anything with one (1) drawing

Since I got this ask I’ve been trying to find the most outrageous ship just to draw it and test this theory.......... I still haven’t found something outrageous enough but.... soon

Anon said:Hi your art is amazing also beautiful As you probably might know there is a traitor in the show, if you didn't know well then im sorry for spoiling. May I request a traitor kirishima

nnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sorry anon but the traitor theory arts are stuff I just can’t get behind, mostly so if it’s my fav characters - I don’t find it credible and I don’t find any joy in dwelling in the idea, so I got zero motivation to draw for it orz

Anon said:I can't believe you made me read the phrase "startle and explosion out of baku". (Yay for the vigilantes AU!)

LMAO he’s actually trying to do just that tho, maybe I’ll draw it hahaha

Anon said:Please! I need more BakuKiriKami fan art! I’m gunna die without it!

Anon I’m gonna be very real with you here my first reaction to reading this ask was thinking “then perish”

Anon said:Hello! I don't know if you've gotten this question before but have you ever considered drawing the villains?

I’ve drawn Dabi and Twice in the past! I’m not really much intereste in any other villain atm tho so I doubt I’m gonna be drawing them any time soon ^^’’

Anon said:You are by far my favorite artist. Your Kiribaku gives life to my bleak exsistence. Thank you. I bought some of your things of redbubble to make me happy!

AHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Hello! I'm a big fan of your work and your kiribaku fluff especially, and I've been working on a (not so innocent) fic about Bakugou having burnt marshmallow smelling and tasting sweat, (funny how nitroglycerin is a natural lubricant, tastes and smells like burnt sugar, and is explosive) just wanted to know if you ever thought about it? also wanted to know if you'd like to read my finished fic, should be done real soon and it would mean a lot to know what you think about it!

Anon I’m so sorry but I really can’t say yes to this - especially because you said it means a lot to you, you’re putting me in a spot here where in case I didn’t like it I wouldn’t be able to tell you so anyway (and I generally don’t like talking about fancontent I don’t give a 10/10 to anyway, it’s too rude for me) and I’m sure it’s gonna be a great fic! But by the way you talked about it it’s gonna be a nsfw fic and I really rarely like those fics, so !!! orz I’m sorry, but this is a really uncomfortable request for me ;;;

Anon said:Can I use your art real quick if I hard out credit u? It's alright if I can't

Nope, sorry

Anon said:Could you draw another doodle of Setsuna?. I love how you draw her jfvdkd ;;v;; (Sorry if my English is trash.)

Not right now, but in the future yeah sure, I love her!

Anon said:Your Kirishima is so beautiful i fucking cry omg ;-; thank you for brightening my morning.

;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; thank you for liking how I draw him !!!!

Anon said:💛💛💛💛 Thank you for sharing your art, it always makes my day

Thank YOU for liking it!!!!!

Anon said:In your SU AU what if a gem offers to replace Kiri with a 'newer, better pearl'? How would Bakugo react?

Actually, Kiri was given to Bakugou specifically because he’s sorta defective, it was punishment for both of them that sorta backfired lmao 

Anon said:hi there! I'm new to your blog and I love your art style immensely! I saw somewhere with your latest seroroki post that you're still finding your main todoship; I hope I dont sound rude or pushy, but can I ask your opinions about todo*aku and/or tod*kir*baku? If not, thank you for your time! Keep up the great work!!

Still not completely sold on romantic tdbk tbh (platonic tho, that’s my jam) but I’ve been real into the ot3 lately!!! It just can’t be my main todo ship bc I still prefer krbk too much over it haha

Anon said:I loveeee your art, especially your kiribaku stuff! But consider! Size difference! What if Kirishima grows a lot but our lil' Baku doesn't? Does he get jealous or does he really like it? There'd be some epic hugs/kisses! What if he secretly loves getting picked up by Kirishima? XD

Oh that’s an hc I see around a lot! Personally I stil prefer them sorta the same size tho ???? with the only difference being Baku being lithe and Kiri being a tank, I think it has to do with the whole “complementary equals” theme they have going on, I like for it to be visually represented too ??? maybe, I had never really thought about the hows or whys of this preference tbh lmao

Anon said:Hey so I'm not up to date with BNHA but in your asks there was a thing about dragon boy having a zombie costume? I had another look at what I think is the right doodle and to me it looks like a Chinese vampire costume! (unless that's not the one you guys were talking about oops)

Nope that’s him, and you’re right!!! Either way my boy still hasn’t done anything worth of note, so I still don’t know why he’s dressed like that orz Hori plssss

#fran answers #i have a couple asks in my inbox i have willingly left there to be answered when i have more time #so if your ask isnt in here chances are that's why #PLS bear with me! #one of them specifically is asking for a reference sheet #gimme time i'll get to it i swear!!!! #anonymous

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Back to the 118 // Evan Buckley

IN WHICH: Buck meets the firefighter he replaced as the reader transfers back to the 118. The reader never expected to fall for a co-worker the first day back at the 118 after two years spent at the 155 in Los Feliz.

Warnings: Swearing, sickness, hospitals, health issues, pregnancy, angst and a shit ton of fluff

Words: 5.9k

A/N: So this is obviously a modern au for jatp to fit in the 911 universe. To make this work, Buck replaced Reader instead of Tommy after many failed probies. Eddie then later replaced Tommy.

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Masterlist

Your e/c eyes scanned the outward appearance of the first firehouse you’d worked at fresh out of the Academy. The place that had become a second home from the increased tension-filled house your parents still lived in. A place you had escaped as quickly as you could for a dream career. A career your parents hadn’t been proud of in the beginning, with the danger that came with being a firefighter paramedic.

“You the new recruit?”

Your eyes fell from the building to the male individual standing near the open bay the engine and ladder truck both used. The male in question must have joined the 118 after you transferred to the 155. The stranger towered at least six feet minimum with blue eyes and short blonde hair with the slightest wave.

“No-”

“Flint!” The excited voice of the only other female paramedic called out. You only saw dark navy before you were pretty much tackled.

Hen and Chimney had equally taken you under their wings when you initially joined as a rookie. You’d been the second female firefighter-paramedic at the 118 and the youngest by far. As if you’d summoned him, you felt the arms of Chimney sandwich you against Hen.

“Flint?” The stranger parroted, blinking his eyes at the rather unusual scene of Chimney and Hen wrapped around an unknown girl.

“What are you doing here?” Chimney questioned, stepping back. Hen scoured your entire form for any differences that had occurred.

“Y/N decided to come home,” Bobby spoke from a few feet behind the reunion with the beaming smile on his features. His lips pulled into a smile directed at the first recruit he’d taken on his first year at the 118.

“Bobby!” You grinned, meeting the father figure in the middle of the distance between you two. Bobby wrapped you up in his arms tightly, a certain lightness cocooning the Captain as he took in his friends.

“You’re back here?”

“Everything is squared back at home now, thankfully, and while I loved working with the 155, it wasn’t home. This will always be home.”

“Buck, this is Y/N Patterson. She worked her first two years with the 118 before transferring to the 155 in Los Feliz. Y/N, this is one of our newest members, Evan Buckley.” Bobby gestured towards the previously nameless firefighter.

“Who would leave the 118?” Buck questioned, unable to come up with a valid reason to leave the family at 118.

Buck’s opinion didn’t stand with his only workplace after successfully becoming a firefighter solely was the 118. Never had he worked in another firehouse. He’d been a fire marshall and volunteered his time in the Austin wildfire, but he always came home to the 118.

“Family issues.”

2018, Firehouse 118, Los Angeles

A fresh-faced, albeit dirty from sweat and soot, jumped down from the engine truck’s high steps. The synchronized slam of doors sounded from your colleagues and friends Hen and Chimney. All three individuals famished for the casserole Bobby had premade during the slow morning.

“Baked Mac n’ Cheese.” Tommy breathed from his position by the driver side. Tommy Kinard was a stoic man towering over six feet. He was always a gentle giant after you’d bonded after a hard call.

“Clean up, and I’ll have it in the oven. It’s Chimney’s time to make the salad and Flint’s turn to set the table.” Bobby spoke with barely a glance to the ground ahead of him. 

Your Captain jogged towards the stairs, whereas his team made their way to the locker rooms for a well-deserved shower. You and Hen split away from Tommy and Chimney to the women’s locker room that had gotten an upgrade.

Well, before you joined the Academy, the locker room had been used as a glorified game room, all thanks to the misogynist Captain from hell. Hen often had over the years mentioned how lucky you got with Bobby being your first Captain.

“Chimney better not put those onions like he did last time.” You spoke from under the stream of warm water. Nothing beat the warmth of a shower near the end of your shift erasing the evidence of your job.

“Man needs to learn the complimentary salad to the main dish.” Hen piped up from across the shower room.

You and Hen had both showered and redressed in a fresh uniform in under five minutes, the dirty one placed in a laundry bag. You’d managed to beat the boys to the upstairs by a few seconds. Enough to set half of the able before Chimney began to making his salad of choice.

“Looks great, Cap.” Tommy complimented the gooey homemade pasta Bobby religious made every third Thursday. He alternated between pasta recipes with the odd new recipe every once in a while.

“What are you waiting for? The bell?” Bobby quipped to the unmoving bunch of hungry individuals. His words started the boisterous meal time preceding the end of shift.

“So, we’re halfway through dinner and Amber-” Your phone interrupted the disaster date Tommy had begun telling. He continued as soon as you waved him to go ahead while you took the call.

“Hello?” You breathed into the phone.

“Hi, sweetheart.” The warmth infused in your mom’s voice soothed the ruffled feathers from the call you’d come back from, “How are you?”

“I’m good! We just finished eating. My shift is almost over, and I’ll have to go straight to the store for groceries-”

“Y/N, we found him.”

The him was easy to figure out given your brother had run away from home three months prior with only his dreams in mind. You’d spent most of your off time, sometimes even during shift out on a call, to scan the environment for Luke. You became a regular in questioning hospitals and homeless shelters.

“Where was he?”

“His band had been about to play at some big venue last night.” Mom’s word choice concerned you. Her voice dripped with sadness instead of the typical disappointment and annoyance on anything to do with Sunset Curve.

“Mom, what’s going on?”

“A few nights ago, the boys got hotdogs-”

“Streetdogs.” You interrupted with evident anger in your tone at the mention of those death dogs Luke consumed. You can’t even give a number to how many times you had told him how unsanitary and dangerous the food is.

“Something was wrong with the food. They got ill fast. Alex and Reggie are being kept for observation but will be found with a few days of rest.”

“What about Luke?”

“He tried to call 911; he was weak and fell. Y/N, he hit his head. He’s in the ICU in a coma.” Emily Patterson’s voice cracked as soon as she acknowledged the current state of her youngest child.

The colours of the world dulled as soon as your mind clicked that Luke was in the hospital. Your little brother had put himself in danger all because he had a big dream. Your mind flashed through your life growing up with him.

You remembered talking to your mom’s growing bump when she was pregnant with Luke. You remembered five-year-old Luke unable to settle unless you sang to him. Your voice was nothing special, but it soothed the little boy when he had a nightmare. You could vividly recall teaching Luke how to play the guitar when he was thirteen; the brunette a complete natural at it.

“What’s his prognosis?”

“Too early to tell. The doctor is hoping Luke will be in a general room after tomorrow if the swelling goes down. I wanted you to know as soon as possible.”

“How’s Dad?”

Emily hesitated from her position by a hospital bed. Her brown eyes carefully scanning the male sleeping soundly in the bed.

“Mom?”

“Your father had a heart attack last night. That’s why I haven’t been able to tell you sooner. He’s currently sleeping, but he’ll have a barrage of tests later today-”

“I’ll be there as soon as my shif-”

“No. Don’t drop anything. I can keep you up.”

“Excuse my language, but there’s no way in hell I’m staying away from my family. I’ll take a few days off. I’ll see you in a couple hours.” Your thumb tapped the red circle on the bottom of your screen.

The 118 didn’t bother pretending they hadn’t been watching your form during your phone call. Bobby felt like something had drastically changed in a few minutes you’d been busy on the phone.

“Everything okay?” Bobby inquired from his position at the kitchen sink. His hands in the sudsy water to scrub the empty pan.

“My brother and my father are in hospital. I’m gonna need some days off.” You informed your boss with a look of utter defeat coating your expression.

Those few days transitioned to transferring to the closest firehouse to your childhood home and the hospital. The medical bills from both your brother and father had begun to overwhelm your mother with the current single source of income. Emily didn’t ask you for anything, but you started renting the home you’d bought for extra money.

It was a silent agreement that you paid rent as a cover to helping with the bills piling up.

Present Day, Firehouse 118

Buck followed behind the welcoming group to the girl that seemed larger than life. Buck was impressed by the sacrifice you’d made for the good of your family. You’d willingly given up the family of the 118. Buck didn’t know if he could do the same.

“Welcome back.” Hen cheered on her guidance to the heaven everyone called the kitchen. Your department issue duffle bag dropped out of the wall on the top level.

Your eyes zeroed in on the spread of your favourite foods prepared by the only person aware of your return. It was only one look of gratitude towards the father figure before everyone dug in.

A few changes had occurred since you’d last sat at this table. Tommy Kinard had left the 118 for the 217 shortly after your departure. He’d been replaced by the ready to impress Buck. One thing that hadn’t changed was the delicious food Bobby made.

Your eyes found the sole empty chair at the long table, “Didn’t you say the house took on two new recruits since I left?”

“Buck took your position when you left. We had a revolving door of firefighters before Buck permanently joined.” Chimney supplied with a mouth full of lettuce and grated carrot. Hen whacked his arm for his lack of manners.

“You’ll meet Eddie on the next shift. He took the day off. It’s his son’s first birthday since his mom died.” Bobby informed you with that pinched wrinkle between his eyebrows, “He joined after Tommy left.”

“Well, I can’t wait to meet the entire team.” You replied, looking past to the circular table behind Bobby’s spot. Sam and Ryan both waved happily upon catching sight of you back at your unspoken seat.

You listened intently as Hen shared the changes Denny had gone through in the time you’d been away. Chimney was ecstatic to point out the faint scar on his forehead.

“You had rebar go through your skull, and you’re completely fine?” You questioned, floored by the pure luck Chimney had.

“Oh, it was nasty. Went in from the back of the skull to the front.” Buck spoke enthusiastically, recounting the scene. Chimney deadpanned a look at his younger coworker, “Oh, sorry.”

“It’s like you never had it happen.”

“Doc was shocked at how positive the outcome and healing was. I was back at work within a month on light duty. I beat my record getting in my turnout gear.” 

“And yet my little brother was comatose for two months.” You grumbled under your breath. None of the people could make out the words, but the grimace on your face was enough to show them it was personal.

In true 118 fashion, the bell rang throughout the firehouse with the disembodied voice declaring the type and location. Yoru e/c eyes found Buck climbing into the driver’s seat where Tommy had once commandeered. It was odd not having the man who’d became an older brother to you.

“How’re your parents?” Hen questioned, sitting diagonally from you. Her fingers repositioning the radio on her chest.

“Dad’s recovering pretty good. Mom’s started attending her knitting club again.” 

Buck’s eyes raised to the rearview mirror to meet yours in interest, “What happened?”

“Uh...my dad had a heart attack a couple years ago. He took a long time to recover with the further stress that caused it.” You piped up, understanding the news would come out at some point, “My little brother was in an accident that left him in a coma. Life was just as messy after he woke up.”

“He’s okay?” Chimney questioned, “I know we’ve never met them, but it really gutted you.”

“Well, physically, he’s fine, but emotionally he’s upset. He was in a band, and when he came out of the coma, he found out some devastating news.” You continued to explain, but unfortunately, or maybe, fortunately, you’d come to the scene.

It was a little known place most teenagers discovered as a hang out spot just on the edge between your county and the next. The location was the infamous spot of cliff jumping; you knew because this was something you’d recklessly done in high school.

“He’s over here!” A blonde male of average height called from the edge of the cliff. His blue eyes were bright even from this distance, matching the detailing on his swim trunks.

Surrounding the edge with the boy was a group of teenagers his age, all in different versions of swimsuits. You found the scared brown eyes of a beautiful girl you vaguely knew from the few shows of Sunset Curve you had watched. Her dark blonde hair plaited out of her face. Her face clicked as Carrie Wilson, Bobby’s sister or cousin.

You jogged towards the edge of the cliff to look over. It was easily between fifteen to twenty feet from the edge of the cliff to the water. You recognized Hen crouching by your side, looking at what you were looking at.

On the rocks was a prone body of a teenage male with bruises already forming on his face from where you could see. His thick shoulder-length hair laid still half in the ponytail and around his head.

“Head trauma.” You murmured to Hen, scanning from a distance, “I can’t tell much from this height and angle.”

“Either a broken tibia or fibula. Spinal injury is definitely a concern.”

“Okay, his name is Willie Young. He’s eighteen years old. His sister Kayla was dared to jump off by doing some kind of flip. Willie took her dare and didn’t jump far enough or tripped over a rock.” Bobby listed having been talking with the group of teenagers all shook up.

“I can rappel-” Buck began to speak before you cut him off firmly.

“It would take too long, and the angle is difficult. Nobody rappels down it; the cliff isn’t stable enough. It crumbles pretty easy, and the unofficial name of this cliff is Devil’s Dive.” Your eyes found Carrie’s tear-filled once and the utter devastation in who you pegged as Kayla.

“How do you know that?”

“Because I’ve jumped off this cliff for years as a teenager. You’re looking at the resident champion of self reckless endangerment at Devil’s Dive.” 

Hen, Chimney and Bobby each stared, shocked at your revelation of stupid teenager decisions.

“Then how are we gonna get down there,” Buck questioned, staring at the unconscious teenager lying on the rocks.

“Easy, I can jump from here into the water and climb onto the rocks to where Willie is. I have the experience of how and where to jump safely.” You spoke to your Captain with complete confidence in your abilities, “You can lower down the kit, radio and backboard by a rope. There’s a mansion beyond the trees that you can ask to borrow a boat from the owner. He’s eccentric and questionable but nice enough.”

Bobby nodded his head to your plan. You unbuttoned your uniform shirt to strip down to the department t-shirt with the emblem on your chest and across your back. You kept the boots and emptied your pockets of anything. The butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the height of the cliff you hadn’t jumped from in years.

“I’ll jump where-”

“Excuse me?” You scoffed at Buck’s assumption he could follow you.

“You’ll need another pair of hands to roll him on the backboard. I don’t have anyone waiting for me at home. This is kinda what I do. Bobby cleared it already.” Buck shrugged with a half-smirk on his handsome face.

With a roll of your eyes, you quickly gave Buck a rundown on how to jump correctly before you tossed yourself off the cliff. The cold water momentarily shocked your system as soon you submerged under the water. You swam to the surface before swimming towards the rocks. Willie hadn’t moved an inch.

“Whoa! That was so cool!” Buck cheered once he’d appeared on the surface of the water, “No wonder you used to do that!” 

His excitement both annoyed and amused you, “Eh. I was just an idiot kid who thought they were invincible.”

The two firefighters lifted themselves onto the rock formation, where blood stained the rock. While Buck retrieved the backboard and essentials from the rope, your hands moved across Willie’s body, checking for breaks. You caught the c-collar Buck tossed without looking. You quickly but gently put the collar on Willie.

“Hi, Willie. My name is Y/N, and I’m a paramedic. I’m gonna check you over for injuries.” You informed the teenager closely. You’d only just opened his eyes to flash a light on them, “Buck let Bobby know Willie’s pupils are reactive to light and the same size.”

“Got it!” Buck called out from the open medkit, “I’ll splint his leg.”

“W-what happened?” Willie wheezed sluggishly. His brown eyes were unfocused.

“You got hurt trying to jump off the cliff. You’re in good hands, Willie. I’m a paramedic with the Los Angeles Fire Department. This is my coworker Buck.”

“Kayla?”

“Perfectly safe, but you did give her a scare. Willie, can you feel this?” Buck questioned, gently touching his right foot. Buck and you both gave a sigh of relief as Willie confirmed he felt it.

 “Okay, we’re gonna roll you on to the backboard. On three: one, two, three.” You counted before rolling Willie on his side with Buck. Willie’s cry echoed around the surrounding as you settled him on the board.

“Need a ride?” Chimney asked as a very nice boat floated towards the three people on the rocks. Hen and Bobby helped load Willie onto the boat, “Mr. Covington agreed to let us use the boat if we don’t get blood on the seats.”

“Can you call my boyfriend?” Willie sluggishly asked when he was loaded into the ambulance on the cliff. Kayla sliding into the seat in the back of the ambulance with their items.

“Alex is meeting us at the hospital.” Kayla told her older brother, “You absolute idiot! You should have just let me jump!”

“And let you be in the back of the ambulance? Dad would kill me if I had let you do it.” Willie scoffed. Their conversation was silent as Chimney and Buck closed the back doors of the ambulance.

Bobby, Buck and you climbed into the fire truck to follow the ambulance to the closest hospital. Hen and Chimney rolled the gurney to the doors with Kayla hot on their heels. You’d just turned to head back to the truck when you saw three teens loitering near the entrance.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You grumbled, marching away from Bobby and Buck to the teen who was supposed to be in class.

Luke had been forced into private tutoring to catch up to his friends in his grades, meaning every afternoon. The watch on your wrist confirmed Luke was definitely supposed to be with his tutor at the community centre.

“Luke!” You shouted, stomping right up to the wide-eyed teen.

Luke’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as his older intimidating sister caught him like his hand was in the cookie jar. You didn’t give Reggie or Alex a second look while you gripped Luke’s ear to tug him away.

“Ow!” Luke whined from the angle you dragged him at.

“What the hell are you doing across the city? You’re supposed to be in your session that our parents are paying a great deal for.” You snapped, crossing your arms in your wet t-shirt.

“We need every chance we can to-”

“Make it big in the industry.” You parroted the past discussions on Luke’s dream as a band, “Do you remember how I got mom and dad off your back? An agreement that you finish high school on time. Not dropping out.”

“So many musicians have dropped out! Green Day’s frontman dropped out his senior year to focus on the band. Several others like Elton John and Kurt Cobain!” Luke enthused, gesturing with his hand to emphasize his words.

“Luke.” You warned, “It’s either catch by with a tutor with some time dedicated to your band, or it’s a military school.”

Luke’s hazel eyes minimally widened, “They would-”

Your stoic expression stayed the same as the energetic seventeen-year-old bounced in his spot across from you. 

“There’s only so much I can do before you lose everything. I know you feel anxious after what all happened, but music isn’t going anywhere.” You reached to squeeze Luke’s hand in yours, “So, I’ll clear it with my boss to have you ride the bus to the station. You’ll have your tutor sessions with my supervision, so I know you’re attending.”

“Y/N!” Bobby called from next to the firetruck, “We gotta go.”

“I’m guessing the Alex that Willie is dating your best friend?” You questioned with one raised eyebrow. Luke nodded in response, “Let mom know you had to be there for Alex. She’ll let skipping your session go this once.”

“Thanks!” Luke chimed, lunging to hug you. Your mouth barely opened before he was racing towards a jittery Alex and a grinning Reggie.

Reggie lifted his arm to wave with his flushed cheeks a darker red colour. You found Reggie’s crush on you to be absolutely adorable. He was a friendly kid.

“He looks good for a kid who was in a coma not long ago.” Hen breathed as the teenager entered the ER with his best friends beside him.

“Oh, he healed quickly. He was crushed after he fully recovered from his head injury.”

“That was your brother?” Buck inquired, and he was just as focused on your features as he had since he first met you. 

“Yeah! He was in a coma for ten months when he was sixteen. He’s spent the last two years catching on on school to graduate with his friends. Well hopefully. He’s dead set on dropping out.” You heavily sighed, leaning your temple on the glass window, “He was supposed to be at a tutoring session. I’ll be chaperoning to make sure he goes.”

“If you need to have them at the station, send me a schedule, and I’ll make it work. Luke’s just as much family as you are.”

The rest of the shift was smooth sailing as Buck followed you around with the sole purpose of getting to know you. The friendship came naturally to the two of you. He didn’t hold back with you like he did with others. Fridays off became hangouts that varied from just Buck and you to spend it with Eddie and Christopher.

Everyone could see Buck had developed feelings for you and vice versa. Unlike the man Buck used to be, he was cautious. He wanted to do this right. And Buck did. With the help of Christopher, he asked you out.

Months Later

Buck’s eyes fluttered open in the dim lighting of your new home’s bedroom he often found himself in. Before, you had alternated staying at his apartment or yours before a significant change happened. Luke moved in to finish his senior year with the help of your tutoring, as agreed with your parents. That led to you giving up your former home, the one that coincidentally Buck’s sister Maddie had rented from you.

“Luke! You better be awake!” Your voice came from the main floor of the home. Your voice alone seduced the firefight to leave the warm sheets.

His bare feet pattered down the hardwood floor stairs into the kitchen coated in all different kinds of breakfast food. Waffles to imported maple syrup to bacon spread across the counter.

“Morning,” Buck grumbled, stepping up behind you to tug you against his chest.

Unlike Buck’s softer footsteps, your little brother tore down the stairs like a stampede of elephants. Luke wore a vintage band shirt modified sleeveless; you’d be getting a voicemail about dress code violations. The chains hanging off his black jeans.

“You have to hurry, Lu. Buck and I can’t be late. He needs to get to his apart-”

“I don’t see why he doesn’t just move in. He’s here almost every night. He helps buy groceries.” Luke’s hazel eyes stared at the plate he towered food on.

Buck raised one eyebrow in response, “You just moved in. You should be settled before we make-”

“Dude. Your lease is up in like a month; just move in already. No feathers will be ruffled. Besides, the band’s taking off now that Nick got his dad Ryan to check our music out.” Luke sprouted with a beaming smile at the good news his new band received.

After Luke had recovered from that coma, he’d woken up in a world where Alex, Reggie and Bobby, no Trevor, now continued the band. Then when Alex and Reggie couldn’t go on, the rhythm guitarist betrayed Luke. He stole every song he could get his hands on and proved successful.

“Ryan Evans, right? His sister’s some bigshot on Broadway? Sharpay, right?” You questioned recalling in the early 2000s the success of Sharpay and Ryan in some kind of Disney films based on them.

“You’re about to be the sister and brother-in-law of a certified rockstar.” Luke’s attempt at smirking made him look like a chipmunk with full cheeks of food, “I don’t need a ride. Alex’s picking me up.”

“Straight to school, Luke. You’ve got two weeks left before you can leave that behind.” Buck pointed his coffee cup in the direction of the passionate musician. Luke returned a smile of acknowledgement.

The kitchen was quiet as Luke shoved as much food in his mouth in such little time while you watched. In a flash, he’d stuck his dishes in the dishwasher before sprinting out to the van beeping continuously.

“Think we can have you moved in by tomorrow? Your one-bedroom place will be a little cramped for five people.” You simply spoke as you rinsed your coffee cup out. You could hear the wheels in Buck’s brain turning as he thought.

“Five people?”

“Yeah. Luke, Albert, me, you and baby Buckley.”

The entire home went completely still as the announcement bled into the house you’d made a home. One hand resting against the smoothness of your belly. That hand covered by the calloused one of Buck’s. His blue eyes gleaming in utter adoration and excitement.

“Baby Buckley?” Buck marvelled, turning you to face him with tears running down your cheeks, “You’re pregnant?”

“I am. I guess we’re giving Maddie’s daughter a cousin.” You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Now I’m obligated to see your parents regularly, and I still grimace at the first introduction.” Buck winced, recalling the foot in mouth syndrome he’d developed.

Buck had never been as nervous as in this moment. Not when he had to tell his parents the first time he got kicked out of college. Or when his teenage self sat beside one of his flings waiting for the results of a pregnancy test. Not even on his first date with Abby. 

“You’ll be fine.” You soothed the anxious man standing by your side on the doorstep of your childhood home. The door opened, revealing Luke standing with a grimace, “Oh Mom, made you wear that.”

Luke had been stuffed into one of the only long-sleeved shirts he owned by your mother. It was a magenta maroon hued corduroy shirt and set off his chocolate hair perfectly. Apparently, your mother hadn’t been able to get him into a pair of pants that weren’t skinny, black or ripped.

“We’re meeting your boyfriend, not the damn Pope-”

“You wouldn’t be wearing that if the Pope was involved.” You retorted, stepping to tug the younger Patterson into your arms. The only thing you adored about your little brother was he never denied a hug. Physical touch is his love language, so he never went through a phase.

“Lucas, don’t let them freeze on the front porch!” Emily shouted from within the Patterson home. Luke rolled his eyes at his mother’s request.

“Luke, this is my boyfriend, Evan Buckley. Buck, this is my not so little brother Luke.” You swiftly introduced the most important males in your life.

Luke and Buck got along better than any previous partner you’d brought home. He got along with your parents really well. Even when he slightly embarrassed himself as the time came to go home, whether it was his place or yours. He kissed your mother’s cheek and shook hands with your father.

“No offence, but thank you for having a heart attack and a coma. If you hadn’t, I’m sure I would have never met Y/N.”

Luke snickered at Buck’s odd choice of words, as did your parents. A part of Buck dreaded the next time he’d see your parents.

The gentle press of lips against your cheek pulled you from your thoughts of the first family dinner. Despite the issues between Luke and your parents, they were great people and parents; Buck had felt like he finally fit in. Even with that awkward thankful he gave your brother and dad, he was family the minute Mitch and Emily saw the mutual looks.

“How are we gonna do this?”

“Well, as the pregnant one, I’ll carry the little Bean until it’s time for them to enter the world. Then we’ll-”

“I get that but with our jobs?”

You felt guilty at the dread of not getting to do what you love, but you were excited, “I’ll keep working as a paramedic. I’ll stay away from fires, and then I’ll go on mat leave. We’ll make this work, Buck.” 

Buck leaned down to rest his forehead against yours with his eyes closed, envisioning how life was about to change. Buck adored children. He had loved Christopher from the moment he’d first met him. Buck himself was a kid at heart. 

“I didn’t think I could fall more in love, but you continue to surprise me each time,” Buck murmured with that gorgeous smile that utterly melted your heart from the first time you saw it. Back when you tried to deny any feelings beyond friendship.

“We’re so lucky to have you, Evan Buckley.” You breathed as you leaned up to kiss him with as much passion as you could. Although it was mostly clashing of teeth with the matching wide grins on your face.

“This little girl is gonna be a heartbreaker but no boyfriends or girlfriends until they’re thirty.” Buck declared, tugging you into his arms. His blue eyes twinkling in the natural lighting.

“It could be a boy.”

“Or maybe neither. Boy, girl or non-binary, I’ll love them just as much.” Buck spoke once more.

Gideon Buckley was born in the early morning to the pride of his parents and extended family. He was a healthy solid 8 pounds with sparse dark blonde hair and the trademark grey-blue newborn eyes. You everyone but Buck and your surprise Gideon wasn’t alone. Grace Buckley followed her older twin brother eight minutes later.

You rested against the propped up pillows spent from the exhausting hours of labour, but it was worth it. The two tiny babies snuggled beneath the swaddling blanket concealing your bare chest. Skin to skin contact was absolutely the best part of being a parent.

“Did you steal a baby?” Chim joked upon entering the hospital room with Maddie in tow. Right behind them were your parents and Luke.

“I’d like you to meet our twins Gideon and Grace Buckley. Surprise!” Buck quietly cheered in the nearly silent room. Buck’s curated newly parents playlist gently playing in the background.

Mitch and Emily came closer to look at the little loves they proudly got to claim as their first grandchildren. Emily’s heart melted upon hearing Gracie coo in her sleep. Grace and Gideon’s fist pressed against each other.

“Congratulations.” Maddie breathed, bending to catch a peek at the twins’ faces.

“Luke. Would you like to meet your goddaughter and godson?” You questioned the nervous musician. The nineteen-year-old tiptoed his way to the hospital bed.

“I’m both their godfather?” Luke choked as soon as Buck gently transferred Gideon onto his uncle’s chest. 

“There’s no one else in the world I’d choose to help guide them in the right direction. You always found your way back onto the right path. You’ll do the same for them.” Buck answered with Gracie nestled on his chest.

 Buck was the first to hold them followed by you and then their godfather Luke.

Gid and Gracie, although unseen, had been in Luke’s graduation pictures and watched as Julie and the Phantoms signed with a record label. Where Gid was, Luke wasn’t far beyond; the special bond melted everyone. Likewise with Gracie and Alex.

Gid overall was a happy baby compared to Grace. Loved visiting the firehouse. Loved the people working with their father and previously their mother. For the entire first year of Gideon and Grace’s life, you stayed at home with the utter support of Buck.

“First day back.” Hen spoke from beside you on the bench in the women’s change room. As a fellow mother, she’d been watching your behaviour.

“I miss them. I feel guilty that I abandoned them-”

“Okay, your feelings are valid, but you aren’t abandoning Gideon or Grace. You’re teaching them that you can be a great mom while also being a badass firefighter. I was the same when I went back to work after we got Denny.”

“Do you ever wish you could be a stay at home mom?”

“I love Denny with my entire heart, but I couldn’t do that. I was meant to be a paramedic firefighter as much as Denny’s mother. Besides, I can see Maddie pushing in the double stroller.”

Your head snapped to see your sister in law beaming with the double stroller carrying Gideon and Grace. Maddie’s daughter sitting on the seat made for a toddler. Maddie and Chimney had come to a decision for Maddie to work part-time.

Hen watched as you bounded out of the changeroom in uniform to scoop the twins into your arms. In a split second, Buck was down the stairs cooing at the absolute loves of his life. His partner and two children.

Buck would forever be grateful for finding his way to the 118, where he found his true family. A place of acceptance, love, trust and loyalty. Buck found his place in the world, and that was beside you.

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”’Occupation: Dead.’” Kei doesn’t even look up at Ai’s voice. “Really, Kei? Really?” The corner of his mouth twitches, but he doesn’t say anything. A stack of papers lands in his lap and Ai growls at him. “Can you take this seriously?”

“I do take this seriously. Or as seriously as I can. I mean. Come on, Ai. You and I both know that jotting down ‘Necromancer’ isn’t exactly going to endear us to whatever weird ass faux homeowner’s association slash mob boss runs this part of town.”

“Kei.”

“Aiichirou.”

Ai huffs in irritation. “Come on.”

“Ai. Sweetheart. What do you want me to put down? There’s no nice way to spin what I do. Not like I can put down ‘Reverse Mortician’ or something.”

He jots a couple notes down in the margin of the tome on table in front of him and finally looks over at Ai. When Ai looks up from the table and meets Kei’s gaze Kei gets a little lost. Ai’s blue eyes have always mesmerized him. His gaze pulls at Kei, reaches into his soul and yanks him into the abyss, and he drowns there, willingly. There have been times that Ai has held him like this for hours on end, his entire being in a weird sort stasis while Ai simply stares into his eyes. Kei never asks what Ai sees when he does it. He doesn’t want to know what his soul looks like to someone like Ai.

Then Ai shuts his eyes and Kei sucks in a deep breath, body clamoring for oxygen after Ai’s sudden release of him.

“The,” Ai says once Kei catches his breath.

“’The’?”

“The Dead. Your occupation is ‘The Dead’. It’s vague enough but it technically covers what you do for a job. That should be enough to make them happy.”

He moves the papers from his lap to the table and slides out of his chair so he can kneel in front of Ai’s chair and look up at him. Ai is taking long, steady breaths and Kei is content to simply rest his arms and chin on Ai’s knees and watch the man he loves as he sorts through everything in his head, everything he’s seen today.

It’s minutes or hours later, he’s not sure and he doesn’t really care, when Ai’s breathing changes ever so slightly.

“Welcome back,” Kei says softly. Ai’s lips twitch into a tired smile. “I’ll change the paperwork later and we can submit it tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay.”

“But just remember. If they want to be assholes about it I can be a bigger one.”

Ai laughs quietly and his eyes flutter open. “I know, Kei. You’re the biggest asshole I know.”

“Damn right I am.” Kei grins up at him.

“You’re also the best Reverse Mortician I’ve ever seen. And you’re a pretty good researcher too.”

Kei rolls his eyes. “No need to suck up to me.” He holds up his left hand and shows off his wrist. “I’m already yours.”

Ai reaches out and the light in his eyes flashes wickedly when his fingers run across his mark on Kei’s skin.

“Until Death comes for us both.”

“Good thing Death and I are old friends then,” Kei states.

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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 46 ; De-Void

Author: @harringtonstilinski​​ Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 5,828 Warnings: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangst out the ass, A/N: Hi, friends! Chapter 46 is upon us, and it’s my favorite episode / chapter to date in the series. I’m so sorry this is super late!! I’ll try and upload the last two episodes of 3B this upcoming week to get everything caught up! Also, when Emma talks and you see words italicized, it’s her being sassy as hell. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Standing here in front Stiles' body made me want to launch myself into his arms at his words. I hadn't heard the nickname Beautiful in what felt like forever.

I pulled the handcuffs my dad handed to me from my back pocket. This was all part of the plan we devised.

“You wanna handcuff me, beautiful?” Void asked. Damn, him acting like Stiles could win him an Oscar.

I took extra slow steps towards him. “If my boyfriend, the boy I'm totally and completely in love with, is still here, if there's still a part of him standing here in front of us, he'll put these on willingly and come with us,” I was standing right in front of him now. “because he knows that I love him and that we're here to protect him from himself and from others.”

He lifted his hands up and I looked back at Sheriff, giving me a nod to go ahead. I sighed and undid the cuffs, placing them on Void’s wrists, and tightening them. He was looking down the whole time. It's when he looked up at me through his lashes and tilted his head to the side, that my suspicion had been right. “Next time you put these on me, you better have your clothes off first.”

“You're not my Stiles,” I whispered.

We didn't move our eyes off each other as he pulled his wrists apart, breaking the cuffs.

Argent, Allison, Dad and Derek walked through the door then, walking over toward us and Sheriff. Void looked up over my head and chuckled. He looked back down at me and smirked. “You brought back up, I see.” He reached behind him and pulled another red rose from his pocket. How I didn't see that before, I have no clue. He held it between us. I moved my eyes down to look at it then back up to him before taking the stem between my fingers. 

“They're lovely. Thank you--” I said, squinting my eyes with my next word. “Stiles.”

Void chuckled again and tilted his head down. 

“He's always so thoughtful,” I said while he put his hand behind him again. “but if you were really smart and tapping into his memories, you'll know that while I love roses, my favorites are--”

He held a white tulip in front of my face.

“Tulips,” I whispered. I looked from the flower back to his eyes and swear I saw a flash of my Stiles for a moment. I took the tulip from his fingers and backed up in between Dad and Sheriff.

Void looked over to Allison right before she raised the taser gun at him, pulling the trigger, and sending the string towards his chest… only for him to catch it. Why not? He pulled the string and tossed it to the side, making Allison release it.

Derek bared his fangs, growling. He walked up to Void, trying to land a punch, only to be stopped by Void blocking it with his arm. Void put his arm under Derek's armpit, twisting his arm. He grabbed Derek's shirt at his chest and slammed him against the table next to Allison before, technically, throwing him against a pillar, sending him to the ground.

A gun cocking to my left caused me and Void to turn our heads in that direction. Argent had his gun out, pointing it right at Void.

I stepped in front of Void a couple of steps, turning to face Argent, putting my hand out, saying, “Argent, listen to me. Don't do this. This wasn't part of the plan.”

“Why not? I've done it before,” he said. “Werewolves, berserkers. I can easily add a Nogitsune to the list.”

“And an innocent kid!” I yelled.

Sheriff and Dad pulled out their guns, cocking them, and pointing them at Argent. I looked back at Void who had an amused, but shocked look to his face. I looked back at the three men with their guns out.

“You're not gonna shoot my son,” Sheriff said.

“You heard what Emma said, Sheriff,” Argent said. “That's not her Stiles. That's not your son.”

“Put it down,” Sheriff said.

“Put it down,” I repeated more sternly.

I felt a hand on my right shoulder. “Baby, he's gonna shoot me,” Void whispered. “He's gonna kill me, beautiful.”

“Emma, don't listen to him,” Argent said.

“Put it down,” Dad said. “Now! Do it! Put it down!”

Void moved his hand from my shoulder to put his arm around both my shoulders, stepping forward to stand next to me. “Pull the trigger. Come on,” Void said, looking dead at Argent.

I looked up at him in pure shock, as everyone’s voices overlapped.

“Listen to me, you put the gun down now!” Sheriff said.

“Shoot me,” Void said.

“Put the gun down now,” Dad said.

“Dad,” Allison said.

I started breathing heavily, a scream building up in my throat at all the yelling.

“Put the gun down now!” Sheriff yelled.

“Shoot me!” Void yelled. “Shoot me!”

“Argent, you put it down!”

I put my hands over my ears, leaning down and groaning. I felt like I couldn't take it anymore. When I leaned down, Void's hand fell from my shoulder to the middle of my shoulder blades.

“Put it down! Put it down!” Dad and Sheriff yelled.

I let out a shriek that resembled a small scream. “Stop! Stop it! Stop with the yelling! This is what he wants! It's exactly what he wants!” I yelled, standing up straight. My throat was hurting from the yelling I was doing to try and get them to hear me.

“Not exactly, angel,” Void said. 

I looked up at him, and him down at me. 

“I was kind of hoping Scott would be here. But I'm glad you all have your guns out. Because you're not here to kill me,” Void said, removing his hand to turn and face the windows before grabbing my hand. I looked over at the windows as I saw four Oni come out of the shadows. “You're here to protect me.” Void started walking backwards, making me walk with him.

The Oni unsheathed their swords as I felt Void put his body closer to mine, his mouth  near my ear. “Read the card. Come find me,” he whispered.

Argent, Dad and Sheriff started shooting at the Oni. Yeah. Like that would do any good.

I looked behind me and Void, seeing Allison and Derek standing behind us as two more Oni appeared.

Void leaned back down to whisper in my ear again, “They won't hurt you.”

I looked at him. “How do you know?”

“Specific instructions.”

~~~

I was wrapped in my dad's arms, sobbing for the millionth time in the last few weeks. Scott and Kira ran through the door. Argent aimed his gun at them, thinking they were someone or something else.

Scott looked at me and stuck an arm out and I knew exactly what that meant. I tore myself from Dad's arms and ran right into Scott's, continuing my sobs, letting my best friend hold me for a couple of seconds before he spoke.

“What happened?” Scott asked.

“They disappeared,” Allison said.

Scott shifted me so that I was clung to his side. He walked us down the steps, Kira following.

“They literally just vanished.”

“And so did Stiles,” I said through a sob.

~~~

I woke up as a scream tore from my throat. Sheriff ran into my room, leaning against my bed and holding me, much like he had done Stiles before.

“Emma! Emma, you're okay,” Sheriff yelled.

I let out sob after sob after sob.

“It's okay. We're going to save him,” he said, putting a hand on the back of my head.

I looked back at him and took in a deep breath, trying to calm my sobs. I nodded my head and leaned my head back against his shoulder.

He rubbed his hand along my arm in a fatherly way.

“Get some sleep, kiddo,” he said, voice soft.

I nodded again and got up from my bed and walked to Stiles' room. I crawled into his bed and closed my eyes, willing myself to go back to sleep.

~~~

I had another rose on my dashboard when I got into my Jeep. I hadn't read the one from last night. I grabbed the one in front of me and picked up the rose from last night, reading that card.

He's fighting for you. Better hurry up and figure out how to save him before I fully take over.

Tears gathered in my eyes as I put that one down and read the new one.

Whatever you do; don't let the fly in. Come find me.

I sighed and checked my phone, as I heard it vibrate. A text from Lydia.

Lyds: Don't go anywhere. I'm on my way there. We need some girl time.

At least someone still wanted normalcy. I heard a knock on the passenger window. I jumped and looked over, seeing Lydia and, gross, Aiden standing there. I waved for her to open the door. She did and stuck her head in the door.

“We're in desperate need of some girl time,” she said, getting in.

Aiden opened the back passenger door and got in.

“And that requires a hot-headed Omega?” I asked.

“Beta,” Aiden said, clicking his seat belt.

I rolled my eyes and started the Jeep, driving through town, making small talk with Lydia. I told her about everything that's happened so far since she disappeared from me. I guess I was too wrapped in trying to find a way to save Stiles, I didn't have time to text or call her and just catch up.

“Turn right onto Gaffner Blvd and continue for a half mile,” GPS said.

I made the turn I was supposed to, Aiden piping up in the back. “Can you at least tell us where we're going?”

“Just need to check on something. Don't you worry, your royal hot-headedness,” I sassed.

Lydia chuckled, causing me to look at her and chuckle along with her. “Oh, goodness. I've missed your sassy ass,” she said. I gave her a quick smile before I put my eyes back on the road.

“Who's Mal-ee-uh Tate?” Aiden asked.

I looked over at Lydia, confusion lacing my features. She sighed and addressed Aiden, “It's Mah-leah. And you don't need to worry about it.”

“Turn right onto Commerce Way and continue for a quarter mile.”

“Emma, are you lost?” Lydia asked.

“No, why?” I asked.

“Cause you just made your fourth right,” Aiden said. “And four rights make a circle.”

I looked between Lydia and the road. “I did not... Did I?” She nodded and that dread feeling hit again. “My GPS must be messing up.”

“Emma. You don't have GPS in here,” Lydia said.

I looked down at my radio. Why I thought there was a GPS in here, I don't know. My breathing picked up a little bit. “I need to stop. I gotta pull over, I'm so sorry.” I pulled into a parking lot. Seeing that there were a bunch of cars parked at the front of the building, I turned to the left and stopped upon seeing a body lying in the middle of the parking lot. I parked the Jeep and got out, Lydia and Aiden following suit. 

I walked towards the body, and once I recognized it, I took in a deep breath. “Stiles.” I ran over to him and knelt down beside him. “Call Scott or Melissa,” I said. I looked back over to Lydia. “Now!”

~~~

“The couch. Put him on the couch,” Scott said. Him and Aiden were currently carrying and placing Stiles' body on the couch in the McCall living room. Melissa, Deaton, Lydia and I hung back.

“Guys, this is crazy. He needs to be in the hospital,” Melissa said.

“Mom, remember what happened last time he went to the hospital?” Scott said.

Deaton lifted up Stiles' shirt, showing the gash in his stomach that went from hip to rib. “It doesn't look like he's bleeding. I think he might even be healing.”

“You mean healing like we heal?” Aiden asked.

“That's good, right?” Scott asked.

Deaton leaned back a little. “For him, yes. Us?” He looked up at Scott over his shoulder. “I'm not so sure.”

I put my left arm over my chest, resting my right on top. I brought my hand up and played with my bottom lip. I looked over at Lydia after she placed a hand on my hand. “The only thing I wanna do right now is cuddle up next to him,” I whispered.

“I know, honey. I know,” she whispered back, rubbing her hand on my back.

Melissa walked over to me, placing a hand on my upper arm. “Emma, sweetheart. Call Noah. Let him know we have Stiles here.”

I nodded my head, pulling my phone from my pocket. I dialed his number, but the moment it started ringing, it stopped. I pocketed my phone. “He must be super busy or in a meeting with Dad.”

It was quiet for a moment before Aiden started walking back towards Deaton. “Well, if we aren't gonna kill him, why aren't we at least tying him down with really big chains?”

“Don't push it, beta,” I said.

“As entertaining as Emma beating the hell out of you for threatening Stiles might be, I might have something more effective,” Deaton said, pulling out a case. He opened it and pulled out a brown vial with a dropper screwed onto the top before looking over at Scott and Aiden. They walked over to Void, turning his head and opening his mouth. 

Deaton dropped whatever was in the vial in Void's mouth. That did the trick at waking him up because he shot his eyes open and grabbed Aiden's throat.

I jumped back a couple of steps with Lydia. We didn't want to be in that crossfire. Plus, the kitchen door that led outside was right beside us. Easy access for bolting out the door.

“Get him off me!” Aiden growled.

Scott grabbed Void's arm, pulling him away from Aiden, who stepped back to me and Lydia, Deaton  just standing there like a boss. 

Void grunted and looked at his shaking hand, sitting back on the couch. “Kanima venom. Nice touch.”

Aiden roared. My cue to pull him back with all the Banshee strength I had… which wasn't very much.

“Protecting me again, angel?” Void said. “You're so sweet.”

I turned to him, sending him a soft glare. He turned his eyes from me to Aiden. “You know how they say that twins get a feeling when the other one's in pain? You didn't lose that talent, too, did you?” Void sassed. “Oh, I hope not. You're gonna need it.”

Void's tone right about now reminded me of J.D's in Heathers. 

Scott and I looked at each other before we looked over at Aiden. “Okay, I'll give a little hint. Ethan's at the school.”

“Go,” Scott urged. Aiden tore out of the house, Void following him with his head, laughing.

“Oh, I hope he gets there in time. I like the twins,” Void said, turning his head back to look at all of us. “Short tempers. Homicidal compulsions. They're a lot more fun than you bakemono trying to save the world every day.”

I closed my eyes and turned my head to the side, taking in a deep breath.

“What's wrong, angel? You tired?” he asked. “Need a little Vitamin--”

“Doc, you brought something to paralyze his body. Got anything for his mouth?” I said, opening my eyes and keeping them on Deaton.

“Yes, I do,” Deaton said. He ripped a piece of black tape from the roll he brought. “Would you like to do the honors, Emma?”

“Don't mind if I freakin’ do,” I said. I walked over to Deaton and grabbed the piece of tape from his hand and stood in between Void's legs.

“Oh, come on, angel. Don't you know this is supposed to be the other way around?” Void said.

I shook my head at him and rolled my eyes, taking in a deep breath. “Enough with the sexual innuendos.”

He chuckled as I put the tape over his mouth. I stood still like the boss bitch I was as he screamed through the tape before this sadistic little bastard started giggling.

~~~

Deaton, Scott and Lydia went into the kitchen as me and Melissa stayed in the living room with Void. I didn't want to be near him, but she thought it'd be a good idea.

I couldn't hear much of the conversation taking place in the kitchen, but I heard the tail end of Deaton's explanation. “It still feels like he's got us right in the palm of his hand.”

“That's because he does,” I shouted over my shoulder, never once taking my eyes off of Void.

Melissa was tending to the wound that was across Void's stomach. I guess making sure it didn't get infected. She was putting a bandage over it, much like she did with me when I got scratched by Peter the night of the formal.

I watched her as I heard Void sniffle. I looked up at him, already seeing that he was looking at me, tears in his eyes.

“Stiles?” I said, to which he nodded. 

I looked over at Melissa as she nodded at me, letting me know that I could take the tape off. I reached forward and took the tape off his mouth, pressing my lips to his. I quickly realized that it wasn't Stiles I was kissing, but that it was Void. The difference? Stiles' lips are soft and fit to mine like a puzzle piece. Void's? Chapped and rough.

“Really, angel? I shed one tear? That's all it takes?” Void said.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head down.

“Come on, now. You can't crumble that easily.”

“Damn it,” I whispered. “When it comes to Stiles, yes, I can.”

“That's okay, though,” he said. “Kiss was everything I thought it would be.”

“Yeah, well, not to me,” I said, looking up at him. I leaned back onto the table I was sitting on. 

Melissa and I looked at each other before we both looked to Void, seeing that he was looking at Melissa.

“Melissa, how are you gonna hold up when Scott knows the truth?” he asked.

He wouldn't.

“What?” Melissa said.

“When he finds out why his dad really left? You know he overheard it, right?”

Melissa and I looked at each other then back to Void.

“You had no idea,” he whispered. “You called Stilinski right after it happened. You didn't tell Scott, but you told the Sheriff.” He grunted softly with slightly pursed lips. “And Stiles and Emma here heard it like they hear everything. But do you want to know why they never told Scott? Because they both knew that Scott would never forgive you. They knew how much he would hate you.”

“This isn't you, Stiles,” Melissa and I both said.

“It is now,” he said, almost like he was happy about that fact.

Melissa tapped me on the arm, letting me know to put the tape back over his mouth. I gladly did so, holding it there for a few seconds.

I stood up and leaned down in front of him, looking him deep in his eyes. “I will find a way to save Stiles. And when I do--” I paused to chuckle. “You best believe I'm going to kill you.”

I walked away and into the kitchen. As soon as I stepped in the room, Scott turned to me and held his arm out. I smiled and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his middle, him wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

I guess they decided to finish their conversation. 

“But the scroll said to change his body,” Lydia said.

“That's if I translated it correctly,” Deaton said. He had back to us before he turned back around, leaning his hands against the island. “We're looking for a cure in something that might actually be nothing more than a proverb or a metaphor.”

Scott looked down at me. “And what if he doesn't want it? He's never asked to be a werewolf.”

“Scotty, I told you to do what you deem necessary,” I said. “If that means turning him into a wolf, so be it. He might be pissed, but he'd get over it.”

He sighed and tightened his grip on me slightly.

“Emma's right. I mean, what if it saves his life?” Lydia asked.

“What if it kills him?” Deaton asked.

“I've never done this before,” Scott said. He looked from Lydia back down to me. “What if I bite him and accidentally hit an artery or something?”

“That venom is not going to last long,” Deaton said, causing all of our eyes to turn to him. “Something needs to be done sooner than later.”

Scott shifted his body to look back at Void and I looked over my shoulder.

“I can try calling Derek again,” Scott said, pulling his phone out.

“Maybe we should call someone else,” Lydia said. 

I looked at her and she gave me the look of you know exactly who I'm talking about.

“Did you forget he almost tried to kill us, Lyds?” I said.

She ignored me and called up the one person I didn't want to have to face in a time of desperate need.

Around 5 minutes or so later, the doorbell rang, sending bad vibes through my body. 

Scott opened the door to reveal Peter freaking Hale on the other side.

~~~

He walked in and looked over Void, walking around the back of the couch to the front. “He doesn't look like he would survive a slap across the face, much less the bite of a werewolf.”

“A slap he can take. Trust me,” I said.

Peter looked at me with an impressed look on his face, nodding. “Badass.”

“Just--” I said, gesturing towards Void.

Peter looked back to Void, bending down to get eye level with him.

“You don't think it would work,” Scott said.

“This is more a war of the mind than the body,” I said, sighing.

“Do you always have to take the words people are about to say?” Peter asked.

“Being smart helps me cope with the weight of life's problems,” I sassed.

“Add being sassy to that list.” He stood up straighter, standing next to Scott's left as he said, “There are better methods to winning this battle.”

“Care to elaborate?” I said.

He looked at me on Scott's right, grabbing Scott's left wrist. He made Scott flick his claws out, Void raising a brow before looking up at Scott.

“We're going to get into his head,” Peter said. 

Peter and Lydia walked into the entryway before making their way back a couple of minutes later.

“So, do we have a plan?” Deaton asked.

Peter put his hands on the back of the couch. “Scott is going to try and dig through pale and sickly Evil Stiles' mind to unearth pale and sickly Real Stiles. Then guide him back from the depths of his own subconscious.” He looked at me. “But he's not gonna do it alone.”

“What do you mean?” Scott and I asked.

“Somebody needs to go in with you,” Peter said, never taking his eyes off me.

“Oh, good shit,” I sighed.

Void looked over at me like he liked the idea.

My phone vibrated, so I sighed and dug it out of my pocket, answering without seeing who it was. “Yes?”

“Emma, it's Isaac. Quick question. Does Coach have a lighter?”

“Uhm, maybe? In his desk drawers? Why are you--” I was cut off with the click of the call ending. “Ooookay?” I put my phone back in my pocket.

“Emma, please. Sit,” Peter said.

“For someone who almost killed me, you sure are acting super nice,” I sassed.

“Well, if you want your boyfriend back, then yes, being nice is my current calling,” he sassed right back at me.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to the couch, sitting on Void's left, moving my hair from behind my neck, giving Scott the access he needed.

“So, what do we do if we find him?” Scott asked.

“You're going to have to guide him out somehow,” Peter answered. “Try to give him back control of his mind, his body.”

I felt Scott's claws on the back of my neck. “Could you elaborate on the somehow?” I said. “It's not feeling very specific at the moment.”

“Improvise,” Peter said.

“Awesome,” I breathed.

“What if this is just another trick?” Scott asked.

“When are you people going to start trusting me?” Peter said.

“I meant him.”

“Oh,” the former Alpha said.

“Scott, we're running out of time,” Deaton said. 

I guess I had a nervous look on my face because Lydia squatted down the best she could in her short dress in front of me. “If you get lost, I'll pull you out. Okay?”

“Okay,” I whispered.

I heard Scott sigh and then breathe deeply. He dug his claws into the back of my neck, causing me to take in a deep breath and I closed my eyes.

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When I opened my eyes again, I was laying on a bed. I looked to my left and saw Scott laying in the bed next to me. We both had a strap across our chests as well as on our wrists and ankles; the five point restraint. We both started struggling to get out of the restraints. Reminded me of the night Void took over in the basement.

I just laid there and looked at Scott after struggling for what seemed like an hour, but was only about five seconds.

“What?” Scott asked.

“Do I actually need to remind you that you're a fucking werewolf?” I sassed.

“We're in Stiles' head, Em.”

“And you're a supernatural creature with supernatural strength.” Sass Master hard at work. “Damn. Guess I'm super sassy in Stiles' mind.”

“That's one of the reasons why he loves you.”

“Scotty!” I yelled. “Focus.”

“Sorry.”

I sighed and tried to sit up. “Break. Free.”

Scott started groaning as he struggled to break free from the wrist restraint. With much success. He broke out of his other ones and quickly worked on mine.

I got off the bed after my last restraint hit the floor.

“What now?” Scott asked.

“I don't know,” I said, looking at him. “First time in his head, remember?”

We looked over at the door.

“Just stay behind me,” he said. He walked in front of me and to the door, putting his hand on the knob. He opened it and walked out before he looked behind at me, but as soon as he stepped away from the door, it shut on it's own. Right in my face.

“Perfect,” I said. I went to the door and tried opening it. “Scott? Scotty!”

I turned around and saw what looked like the girls locker room. I walked forward and saw a single red balloon floating down. 

I shook my head and said to myself, “Nu-huh. No way. I swear if Pennywise comes out and asks me to play, no sex for a month, Stilinski.”

More balloons fell after that, like a waterfall. I closed my eyes and let a single tear fall onto my cheek. Wait. These looked like the balloons from the formal.

I opened my eyes and I was standing in a hallway at the school, balloons all around me. I looked down at my dress, seeing that I was wearing the same dress and shoes I had on at formal with the gash at the stomach. Even the same song that Stiles and I danced to was playing.

I had a flashback to that night with Peter and Lydia before turning around and started my walk down the hall, fully intending on finding Lydia. I stopped at the sound of scratching on a chalkboard, so I turned my head to the right, seeing what I was guessing as the Nogitsune standing at the chalkboard, writing the Kanji for self on it; the backwards five.

He turned his head and looked at me, causing me to gasp. He tilted his head and finished the curve of the five.

I heard a locker slam shut behind me, so I turned at the sound. There he was again; Nogitsune. He looked at me and started walking towards me, making me stumble backwards in my heels. He started growling, making me turn my head away from the sound.

“Emma? Can you hear me?”

I stopped what I was doing, looking around the hall. Why the hell was I hearing Lydia's voice?

“Em, you need to concentrate. Emma,” Lydia said, before she yelled my name, “EMMA!”

I turned around and started running down the hall, running through some silver tinsel and through the doors at the end of the hall.

I was back in my jeans, shirt, and Converses. The room I was in was the exact same room where Scott, Stiles and I woke up in the night of the ice baths when we found the Nemeton at the other end.

Scott and I locked eyes, and he ran towards me. I faced forward, seeing the Nemeton. But what was on the Nemeton both surprised me and filled me with a little bit of dread. 

Stiles and Nogitsune. Playing some sort of game. I couldn't tell what it was from here. All I was able to see was the playing board.

He was back in his normal plaid, and it felt so good to see him in it. I missed it.

Scott and I started walking towards the Nemeton then we started running. Only it felt like we were just running on a treadmill before we stopped running to try another method.

“Stiles!” Scott yelled.

“Stiles!” I yelled as well. “Babe! Stiles, over here!”

It was going on deaf ears and we started running again only to stop and put our hands on our knees to catch our breath.

“Wait a second. Hold the phone. Stiles is a part of your pack,” I said.

“What?” Scott asked, looking at me. “What do you mean?”

I looked at him. “He's human, but he's still part of the pack, right?”

Scott looked forward at Stiles, standing up straighter. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

I stood up straighter, smirking as I crossed my arms and turned my body to face him a little more. “So. Remember when Stiles and I told you about wolves sending their location to the rest of the pack?”

Like a light bulb going off in his head, he looked over at Stiles and Nogitsune, to which Nogitsune looked over at us.

Scott bowed his head, shifting into his wolf-self and I smirked, knowing exactly what was about to go down, asking, “What do they do?”

He lifted his head, saying, “They howl.” He took a deep breath and let out the loudest howl, roar, growl, whatever you want to call it I’ve ever heard.

Stiles looked over at us then back at Nogitsune before pushing the game pieces off the board causing Nogitsune to roar at him.

I gasped as we came out of Stiles' head. I grabbed the back of my neck, leaning forward. Lydia placed her hands on my arms, keeping me from falling completely.

“Did it work?” Scott asked, placing one hand on my back and the other on my arm. “Did it work?”

I shifted on the couch to face Stiles' body more while Scott knelt down in front of us, Stiles' body slumped over.

“What happened?” I asked. “Why didn't it work?” I looked at Scott, who looked like he didn't know the answer. I didn't blame him.

Scott looked over at Peter and Lydia, standing up straighter. “What name?”

I looked up at him. “What are you talking about?”

I stood up when Peter led Lydia to the kitchen. She whispered something in his ear. Not even a second after that, Void gasped awake, moving his hands to the tape that was over his mouth.

Scott put his hand around my arm, pulling me back behind him.

Void took the tape off his mouth, grabbing... gauze out of his mouth, gagging. He kept pulling the gauze until he landed on his hands and knees, throwing up more and more of it. He pulled the little bit that he had left out of his mouth, gasping for air. 

Scott tightened his hold on me, knowing that I was gonna go over to him. I looked back at him, his face telling me it could be Void still.

I looked back to Void and the pile of gauze that's sitting on the floor, a hand popping up out of it. Uhm, what?

We all backed away as this creature, figure... thing came up out of the gauze and put his hands on the floor, crawling his way out. Scott had moved me more behind him, like a brother would protect his sister.

Uhm, that creature thing happened to be Nogitsune... without the sharp ass teeth. He looked at his wrapped up hand. It seemed like he was trying to get the wrap off his face, but he instead launched himself at the six of us, causing Peter and Scott to launch forward and stop him from doing anything further. They pushed him back on the chair.

“Hold him,” Peter said.

“I'm trying,” Scott said.

Nogitsune started moving his head around, pulling at the wrap again.

“Wait, wait, wait!” I said, moving towards them. I pushed Peter out of the way, Scott moving back.

Nogitsune was still for a second, and I caught a glimpse of his lips. I'd know those lips anywhere.

I put my hand on the gauze, slowly unwrapping it from his face. My mouth opened in shock as I realized it wasn't Nogitsune at all after I removed all the wrapping. We locked eyes, and he moved back a little, almost like he was scared.

Mine were filling up with tears as I looked at Stiles, my Stiles.

He looked at me and studied my face before saying, “Emma?”

“Scott,” Deaton said.

I didn't want to tear my eyes from Stiles', but I turned my head over my shoulder to look at Deaton. He moved out of the way, and showed the open door. Scott and I looked over to the couch, seeing that Void was gone.

I looked back over to where Lydia had been standing previously. 

“Where are they?” I asked. “Where are they?”

“Lydia,” Scott yelled, running out of the house. “Lydia! Lydia!”

I looked back at Stiles, who had a sad look on his face.

I knew he was blaming himself for Void taking Lydia.

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𝐍𝐨 𝐏𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝

Requested by @whats-goingon22: Good morning :)! I have a request where John B has a younger sister who works at the wreck and doesn’t always get to go on the missions because she’s working. Well, one day DCS shows up for her, with a cop on standby. And it’s a kicking and screaming match but they manage to get her in the police car. DCS woman and cop go to talk to Kiara’s dad, and she’s left in the car, freaking out, but she doesn’t know is that John b and the pogues saw the whole thing and are trying to get her out the car?

Description: Y/N is John B’s sister, and hasn’t been kept in the loop because he is worried about her getting hurt along with their treasure hunt. He fails to tell her that DCS is back to sniffing around and sticking their noses where it doesn’t belong. Y/N gets taken by Cheryl, but she can’t break herself out alone. 

A/N: I have zero ideas on how DCS works so I just pulled from the show and how they portrayed it. This one was a little different than what I am used to, but I really liked writing it. I am sorry it took me so long I just saw it at the bottom of my inbox:( I hope you like it:) As always my requests/asks/messages are open. Thank you all so much for reading my work:) 

Being a Pogue meant having a job as soon as you were able to work because that’s what it takes to stay above water. I was no exception to this, especially when my father disappeared and Uncle Teddy decided that his gambling took precedence over me and my brother, John B. The Routledge kids were what we had been called growing up, never really seeing one without the other. Though in recent weeks that has not been true. John B had lost his job working for Ward Cameron after he stole scuba tanks. We found a shipwreck on the marsh maze and John B wanted to see what contraband was on the ship. John B and our best friend JJ had come up with the idea that it was a smuggling ship. I mean they could have been right, who willingly goes out, in an open boat, in a hurricane if they are doing something legal? 

The ‘scuba mission,’ as Kie and I had coined it,  was the last one that I had been told about. The guys, especially John B, made sure that I was safe by going on missions while I was at work. After the groupers had shot at us in the marsh JB wasn’t having it. Not one bit. He said I needed to stay as far out of it as possible. The only reason that I had found out about the compass or that all of this had related back to our dad was because of Peterkin. She was trying to keep JB and me afloat and on the island. When I found out that John B had given her the compass I was pissed, to say the least. That was the last thing that we had left of our father and he handed it off the Peterkin for what? Protection? We didn’t need protection, we had been just fine for months now. 

Because of our fight, JB and I had been avoiding each other for a couple of days, not exactly speaking. I wanted John B to know that he messed up giving our father’s compass to the cops, but because of my own stubbornness, I had no idea what the group had been up to. They seemed to always been leaving early in the morning or coming in late, making it easier to avoid John B, but still left me completely in the dark. I tossed my keys in a basket, rounding the corner to the main area of the house. 

I jumped as I saw a large man to my right, he moved to stand blocking the hallway I had just moved from. I looked in front of me and there she was, Cheryl. The dreaded DCS lady. I rolled my eyes and huffed as she stood up crossing her arms across her chest.

“Cheryl look, I told you that Uncle T would be back tonight, so it’s a bad time for check-in as it’s only like what?” I look down at my wrist, pretending to read a watch. “Like 11 am.” I took a step away from the large man standing only feet from me.

“We’re here to take you, Y/N.” She stayed standing up. I scoffed and moved further into the house and toward the kitchen. “We know teddy hasn’t been here for months.” 

“What? You and Mr.Bighead here stalking me now?” I asked. I met eyes with the officer, before trying to move through the kitchen to get outta the house. 

“That was a mistake, kid.” He said before barreling into me and grabbing my arms behind my back. “You’re not getting outta here.” I heard the clink of metal and felt the cool handcuffs slide around my wrists. 

“Seriously Cheryl?” I asked, my eyes growing wide. I tried my best to move my arms trying to get myself away from the officer. “Isn’t this a little bit excessive?” She eyed the officer behind me as if to ask the same question. I pulled myself away from him as he began to answer 

“Already lost of Routledge today, we’re not gonna make it two.”

Then it sank in, they tried to get John B too. I had to get out of this. I began walking toward Cheryl. “Really? See Uncle Teddy just went to the mainland for the day to get some supplies and stuff. Ya know, we did just have Hurricane!” I exclaimed. She just shook her head. She didn’t believe me.

That’s when I decided to bolt. I ran past Cheryl bumping her shoulder hard enough to make her fall into the couch behind me. I pushed myself against the swinging door. And into the back yard. My hands being held behind my back by the cuffs proving to make it much more difficult. I heard yelling behind me as I tried to hurry down the stairs without face planting. I made it into the yard realizing I had nowhere to go through the back. My hesitation cost me my escape though. Before I knew it the officer was on my tail and lunged forward stopping me from moving ahead. I got a face full of dry dirt and dead grass.

“Seriously, kid just get in the car and things will be a lot easier for the two of us.” The officer started to pull my arms in the direction of his cop car. I, of course, was not getting in the car of my own accord. So I stood my ground, making my weight hard, trying not to move. 

Before I could realize what was happening the officer huffed and lifted me by my middle. I started kicking my legs back and forth trying to pull myself from his grip. It seemed effective. I glanced at the car seeing Cheryl standing by the open SUV door with her arms crossed. “Why are you doing this? I’m literally doing just fine here!” The cop turned and I was able to see into the woods. 

What caught my eye made me want to smile, or cry. I couldn’t tell at the moment. I saw a mop of golden hair first and then my brother standing beside him, both hunched over hiding behind a tree. JJ put his finger to his lips telling me not to say anything. Then I looked beside him, John B’s face held nothing but fear. He nodded at me, and I nodded back, silently agreeing that we would get out of this. The officer put me in the car and walked to the driver’s side. I had to think fast and quick. The Wreck, no doubts that Kie was there, and it was close enough that the boys could follow us there. 

“Cheryl this is great and all really, but Um? Now I’m all dirty and gross.” She scoffed and turned to look at me. “So this is supposed to be better? Sending me to the mainland with nothing but the dirty clothes on my back.” She looked at the officer who just rolled his eyes and shook his head. 

“Is there anyone that we can stop and talk to? Get your clothes while we do your paperwork?” She questioned. 

“You mean besides Uncle Teddy?” I scoffed, causing Cheryl to roll her eyes this time. “Yes, the Carreras, they’ve been helping me and John B a lot,” I stated. 

Cheryl looked at the officer and nodded. I guess they never need to speak. They must pull kids from their happiness often, they have it down to a science. I pulled on the metal cuffs, each minute that passed making them more uncomfortable. 

As the car rolled over the gravel of the parking lot to the Wreck. “Can you take these damn things off please?” I said shaking the metal so they could hear. “They're too tight and they hurt.” 

“Not a chance. You’ve already decided to be a flight risk.” He said. 

Before Cheryl got out of the car she asked the officer to lay off a bit. I appreciated her sliver of humanity she seemed to have left. I huffed leaning back onto my arms in the hot cop car. “So officer,” I started, my tone coming off mocking,” What’s your name?” He stayed quiet, just looking at me through the rearview mirror. “Ight. Good talk.” 

I looked out the window to see Kie. Flailing her arms in the direction of the police car. Her hair was all messed up. “Officer you need to help me. There- there was someone over there they yelled at me and they ran that way! They were super scary.” She pointed to the woods behind her. “Please!” She begged as she came closer to the car. The officer opened the door before pressing the lock button and pulling his keys from the ignition. He slowly moved out of the car and toward Kie. She kept pointing him in the direction away from the car. I looked around frantically trying to figure out how to get out of the car. A knock to the window to my right scared me causing me to jump. 

John B was hunched down just below the window. “Unlock the Door!” He whispered through the glass, the urgency clear in his voice. I reached around trying to use my hands from behind me to pull the lock pin up and unlock the door. I saw the deputy getting upset with Kie, obviously learning that she did not have anything actually wrong with her. 

Then the pin clicked up and the door was unlocked. Everything after happened so fast. I almost fell out of the car as John B pulled it open the second the lock was up. I fell into JJ, who hurried me to the side of the Wreck and into Kie’s SUV. I pulled myself into the back corner ducking my head down as the rest of the pogues followed suit. Pope taking the driver's seat. We pulled out as Cheryl came out to see the back door to the SUV open and the cop cursing himself. Both looked dumbfounded, enough to cause me to chuckle a little bit. 

Once we were safely away from the others I sat up. “So who knows how to pick a lock so I can get out of these cuffs?” I posed as Kie and Pope turned to look and see that I was in fact still in handcuffs. Kie reached up and pulled a bobby pin from her hair. 

“Turn around.” She laughed and began to work on getting the cuffs undone” 

“That was pretty badass back there Y/N,” JJ spoke from the passenger seat. 

“Maybe, but you're lucky we saved you.” John B chuckled. 

“Don’t be so cocky. I heard they got you too.” I said as Kie got the handcuffs unlocked. Holding them up victoriously. 

“Thanks for saving me though guys,” I said with a smile. 

“No pogue’s left behind,” John B said reaching around Kie to squeeze my shoulder. 

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[lorei-writes]

Masamune x Witch!MC

Fun fact: In Polish word for “witch” is “wiedźma”, etymology of which is “the woman that holds the knowledge.”

Content Warnings:

Background: prejudice, threat of death

Masamune x Witch!MC: physical pain, wound, blood, mentions of war

Background:

She was one of the few witches left, the church gaining the influence in her region and using it to antagonize people against her kind. 

The threat of being sentenced to death becoming all too real, she flew from her village, the whinny of horses following her.

She hid in the forest, the plants willingly abiding her whispers and sheltering her from the pursuers. 

She lived among the trees for years, saving the young women from the doom. The spirits were hospitable and agreed with her choice. 

Her legend grew in size, reaching even the ears of the enraged lords - it was unthinkable, for a witch to remain alive.

With an army, they set the woods ablaze, their men soon following through ashes. Not even the tiniest animals were spared, for the place was declared a root of evil.

Desperate to save her hosts, she spoke with the spirits. They made a deal. In the end, she managed to drive the soldiers off, yet had to pay for the power that was lent to her. 

The conditions were simple: the spirits would grant her the power, yet she would not age a day since then and her kisses would be deadly as long as the whispers coursed through her.

The spirits were not malicious - it was a necessary requirement. The magic required a balance to be established, or else it would rip the user to shreds. 

She travelled through the lands, never staying anywhere more than a couple of months, for she was afraid to be discovered.

Her worries turned into reality. She was chased after, until she couldn’t run anymore. In an attempt to save herself, she opened a portal, a thing she had never done before, and went through it. 

She didn’t thought it would send her through time and space. When she opened her eyes, she was lying in a tent. She looked around herself, trying to determine what exactly had happened to her. 

Masamune x Witch! MC:

It turned out that she materialized out of nowhere in the middle of the battlefield. As ordered by the lord of the Date clan, she was brought to their encampment. 

“ Who are you and why did you appear in the middle of the battle?” Masamune asked, pointing a blade at her. “ I am the holder of knowledge. I had to flee my land and brought a curse upon myself when trying to save my saviours,” she uttered, too tired to come up with elaborate lies. Maybe it was her day to die just either way. To her surprise, he sheathed the sword and smiled. “  I’ll be honoured to be your host, then.”

Masamune was kind to her and believed her from the very beginning. Hoping to repay her debt, she took it upon herself to treat his soldiers. She whispered to the plants, the birds guiding her towards the medicinal herbs. She sometimes caught him glancing at her, as she spoke softly to the spirits around herself, asking for guidance. 

The battle ended with their victory and so, he asked her to come with him, to which she agreed. In theory, she became his castle medic, yet there was more to it.

He was curious about her - where did she come from, how did she learn magic, how did she even manage to open a portal. Some of his retainers might have considered her to be evil, but he silenced those voices. He knew better than that - after all, why would she dedicate herself to saving others, had she been a bad person?

“ Lass, what is it exactly that you can do?” he asked sometimes, fascinated with her art. “ I can hear the life around me whisper - the plants, the animals and if I focus, the human souls. If they feel like it, they guide me and lend me their strength. If I ask, the rain may fall, but only if the clouds agree to.” “ Oh, then what is it that my soul tells you?” he teased, leaning closer.  She listened intently, only to blush less than a minute later.  She rose to her feet and left.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like Masamune - to be fair, it was the opposite. In the months she spend in his castle, they grew close - she was the only one aware of his weaknesses, as nobody else could listen to his soul. The whispers she had heard  from him were beautiful, like a song of freedom, only rarely clouded by the dark shadows of the past. 

She was in love with him, everything about him - his voice, his sense of humour, his way of living - yet didn’t allow herself to let the emotion show. She couldn’t even kiss him - what point was there to the feeling, if she could only hurt him?

Masamune, on the other side of the problem, was just as enamoured with her - her mind, her gentle nature, the way she sought peace, but was still able to fight for her convictions. He wanted to get closer, no matter how many times she pushed him away.He was not afraid.

She followed him into every battle, hoping she could save him if needed be. However, she wasn’t able to repel the blades from him.

The cut was deep and long, running through his entire arm and grazing his shoulder. How come he got hurt like that? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. Then, all she could think of, was saving him, the tears threatening to escape her eyes blurring her vision, the blood painting the picture red. 

She fought for him the entire evening, pleading with all the being that would listen to her cries. Her hands worked meticulously, as she prepared the medicine, the nearby animals gathering the ingredients for her. She hoped her chants would fill the salve, that it would be enough to heal him.

Masamune woke up later that evening, sore and tired. He grunted, angry with himself for even getting hurt like that. He looked around and saw her, sitting by his side. “ What was your curse?” he asked. “ As long as the whispers course through my being, I won’t age a day and my kisses kill life.” “ Then I just have to make you speechless...” he claimed, avoiding her gaze. He had to do it. In one swift motion, he propped himself on his elbow and pulled her closer. 

His lips felt hot on hers. Her mind turned blank, as her body reacted on its own, the sweet heat filling her. 

“ You... You’ve opened your wound,” she sobbed, once he let go of her.  “ Sorry. I just didn’t want to regret not doing something,” he mustered, smiling weakly at her.  “ Don’t say such things.” “ Hey, kitten, I’m a bit sleepy.” “ I’ll cuddle close to you.”

She spent the night at his tent, watching over him. Her curse didn’t always kill instantly, that she was aware of. She knew that he had eight hours left at most. The people had tried to force themselves on her... It never took them more for them to perish. 

Anxiously, she hugged his form, taking in his scent as the tears ran down her face. In panicked state, she fell asleep. 

She woke up in the morning, her beloved resting in her arms. He was still breathing, despite the time limit having already expired. Her eyes widened in disbelief. “ Masamune? How?” she asked. “ I told you, I just had to make you speechless,” he smirked. “ Can I get more of those kisses now?” “ You absolute, reckless,... “ she whispered, shaking with emotion.  “ Yeah? I love you, too.” 

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[madamslayyy]

Log Cabin And A Brewing Fire VIII

Pairing: Nebraska Williams (Trevante Rhodes) x Reader

Warnings: This is a SLOW BURN FIC. I’m going at what I believe is a realistic place via my perception. I know y’all want some steam but this is SLOW BURN. Please checkout my Masterlist for other works if you’re looking for a little raunchiness.

A/N: To everyone I trolled yesterday, April Fools! (Except it’s not April) I’m definitely finishing this series, just had to make y’all sweat a little bit 😂😘 If you haven’t caught up on the previous chapters, check them out here via MY MASTERLIST.

Also I usually put this at the bottom of the Chapter but I don’t think people actually read that so I’m putting it here, if you want to be tagged, THIS POST will tell you how. Please don’t come to my inbox asking or leaving it on the chapters because I always forget to check and I feel so guilty leaving people out when they ask or accidentally ignoring them.

Anyway I’ve rambled long enough, love y’all and hope y’all enjoy this.

~*~

“Training Day again, Mr. Williams?” Nebraska’s students whined.

“It’s either that or run laps.” He grinned.

“It’s too cold to run laps. And it’s snowing outside. Aren’t there like... child labor laws or something?” One of his students asked.

“Could always make you guys run laps inside until 12:00. You all prefer that?” Nebraska grinned at the chorus of “No’s” coming from his class.

“Alright, Training Day it is,” Nebraska put on the film and retreated to his office. Today was the last day of school before Thanksgivings break. It was the Tuesday before the holiday and the students were only required to attend a “Half” day before being dismissed at noon.

You actually had the entire week off for the holiday and were planning on going to see your Aunt and Uncle this week. Nebraska has insisted you go on alone and enjoy your time with your family but you had refused.

“I’ll only go if you’re going. No one should be alone during the holidays.”

In these last couple of weeks Nebraska thought he’d been doing a pretty good job distancing himself from you. The two of you no longer slept in the same bed together, he was careful not to get too close to you when the two of you had to be around each other and even then he kept that to a minimal. The two of you rarely ever saw eachother and he was trying to keep it that way.

You, on the other hand, had a different idea. It seemed like the more he retreated, the more you would seek him out. You were determined not to let things get weird between the two of you. Nebraska wasn’t sure if it was out of pity that you were still being so nice to him after his screw up but he knew it only served to further his guilt.

Nebraska used the hour or so he had left to grade papers and before he knew it, the bell rang at noon and his students began filing out the classroom. He walked out his office to stop the movie and put up the equipment. That was one thing he actually did love about teaching the JROTC students, they were typically pretty well behaved. Nebraska was also sure it was because the other coach, Colonel McNeal, even in his old age, had put the fear of god in these kids.

Nebraska was almost through with his stack of papers he’d been grading and decided to finish it out before leaving so that was one less thing to grade during the break.

“Knock Knock,” Tonya peeped her head in through the door before coming in fully and taking a seat.

“Ah I thought you’d be halfway to St. Mary’s by now,” Nebraska chuckled. St. Mary’s was the elementary school her sons attended.

“Well the boys’ father have them today and tomorrow but Mama gets Thanksgiving,” she grinned, showing all thirty two of her nearly perfect teeth.

“Always good to get a little peace and quiet before the holidays,” Nebraska nodded.

“Amen to that. Which actually brings me to my next point. I know you’re new in town and single and I would hate for a nice guy such as yourself to be alone for Thanksgiving. What do you say to coming to my house for Thanksgiving? You could even stop by the night before, help me do a little Pre-dinner Turkey stuffing,” Tonya offered cheekily and Nebraska knew exactly where she was going with this. Again.

“Thanks for the... um... generous offer T, but I won’t be alone for the holidays, I have Y/N,” Nebraska said trying to let her down as gently as possible.

“Y/N? I didn’t know you two were so.... close,” Tonya said, her smile faltering.

“Yeah we’re driving down to see her Uncle. He was... actually still is... my Lieutenant. Anyway we’re just gonna stay with them for the holiday,” Nebraska smiled but the atmosphere was awkward. It was awkward every time he had to reject her but she was persistent to say the least.

“I see. Well I’ll get out of your hair. Gotta get going to the store before all of the good Turkeys are gone,” she laughed dryly before exiting his office.

“Enjoy your break, T,” he called as she made her hasty getaway.

~*~

Nebraska awoke with a start. He glanced over from his position in the passengers seat to see you, your eyes in deep concentration of the road ahead. He yawned and your face relaxed a bit from its focused contortion as you were made aware of his wakefulness.

“Morning sleeping beauty,” you chuckled. Nebraska glanced at the clock in the car and it read 12:34.

“That late huh?” He said sitting up.

“Yeah but the plus side is we’ll be there in half an hour.”

“I was out for that long? Sheesh,” Nebraska scoffed.

“Well you had been at work all day. I was snoozing the whole time.” You said in that melodic voice of yours. How were you this chipper even in the dead of night?

~*~

The two of you continued on the road until finally making it to your Uncle and Aunt’s home. It was well after 1 a.m. so you and Nebraska did your best to sneak in quietly. You were grateful they still kept a spare key in a potted plant just in case someone ever got locked out.

You and Nebraska creeped upstairs and made it to your room, it seemed, without being detected.

“Sheesh, I’m exhausted,” you said stretching out on your bed. Nebraska came in afterwards, carrying your luggage and his because he was still ever the gentleman.

“There’s a-“ Nebraska’s sentence was cut off by your bedroom door swinging open to reveal your Uncle carrying a steel baseball bat, eyes alert.

“Uncle RayRay!!!” You squealed jumping up to hug the man.

“Do you all have any idea what time it is? We weren’t expecting you to get here until Wednesday,” he croaked. He had clearly just woken up.

“It is Wednesday. And we wanted to get ahead of the traffic,” you pointed out.

“Well you nearly gave Mabel a heart attack. Williams, good to see you, boy. Let me show you to your room,” He said indicating for Nebraska to follow him.

“You as well, sir” Nebraska said, following your Uncle, his luggage in hand.

You had never really thought about it but you’d always just assumed Nebraska would stay in the same room as you, just like at home. Then it dawned on you, your Uncle had no idea how bad Nebraska’s sleeping patterns were. You thought maybe you should mention it but there was no way he’d willingly allow you and Nebraska in the same bed without a marriage certificate between you two. He was old fashioned that way.

So you reluctantly just resigned to your bed alone, the exhaustion from driving sending you immediately into slumber before you even had a chance to unpack.

~*~

The next morning you came downstairs to none other than your Aunt’s amazing home cooked breakfast. She was hovering over the stove still making Breakfast while Nebraska and your Uncle were seated at the table, already eating.

“So nobody was gonna wake me up?” You yawned, taking your seat next to Nebraska.

“Figured you’d be out til dinner the way you sleep,” your Aunt said putting down your breakfast in front of you. French toast, sunny side up eggs and her special fried hash browns. Your mouth began to salivate just looking at it.

“Thank you MaeMae,” you said, digging in. Breakfast carried on peacibly but you kept glancing over at Nebraska. He seemed tired, and quiet. Well he was always quiet but a little more than usual. Maybe he was a little uncomfortable here. The last time he saw his General, he had put a bullet through his brain. He never told you the reason why because you two never talked about it but you’d bet Raynard knew. And that’s probably what made it so awkward.

“Alright now Y/N I got a list here for you of things I need done today. I need you to run by the store and pick up some...” Your Aunt Mabel began naming off the various ingredients she still needed for Thanksgiving tomorrow and the other chores she’d assigned you for today. Even though you were an adult, she still believed in putting you to work.

“There. That shouldn’t be too tough,” she said finishing the list of tasks and handing it to you, “Maybe you could take that quiet fella with you, he’s pretty big, he can help you carry some of that stuff.”

“Oh Nebraska probably doesn’t wanna be bothered running errands with me,” you said shrugging off the notion.

“Sure I do,” Nebraska was on the other side of the kitchen leaning against the counter. Both you and your Aunt jumped in surprise, neither of you having heard him even enter the room.

“Good lord boy, anybody ever told you about sneaking up on an old woman! About to give me a heart attack,” Mae said clutching her chest.

~*~

“Why do we need so many flowers, again?” Nebraska asked as he watched the florist load bundle after bundle of fresh cut flowers into your car.

“Mae takes any holiday when family comes over serious. One time she ordered over 20 preplanted trees for Arbor Day. Ended up giving them away as party favors as everyone left.” You said smiling at the memory.

“So it’ll be pretty packed tomorrow, huh?” Tre said watching the florist load the last bundle into the car.

“You have no idea.”

~*~

You couldn’t sleep. You’d tried everything from drinking tea to counting sheep but your body just couldn’t seem to fall into restful bliss without a certain burly figure wrapped around you.

You’d thought about going to see what he was doing, if he was still up but you refrained, not wanting to bother him.

He’d been... weird about things since the camping trip, even tried sleeping in his own bed again but you’d eventually broke him down by acting as if nothing had changed. That was a lie though, everything had changed. Where you merely acknowledged his attractiveness before, you now ached at the sight of him. The mere thought of his lips, so soft and inviting, was enough to send you into a frenzy. When his hand was on your stomach you could practically feel the strength beneath his fingers. You often thought of his strength and stamina. Fantasized about it actually. Fantasized about him getting rough with you, throwing you around before returning to his default sweet nature, making up for it in every possible way.

You were interrupted mid-daydream (or night dream since it was a little past 11p.m.) by a round of small knocks at the door followed by Nebraska peeking his head in.

“You still up?” He asked. You nodded and he came all the way in, closing the door behind him and leaning against it.

“Mind if I join you?” He asked and you felt that familiar shimmer in your stomach as your insides intertwined.

“Of course,” you said a bit breathlessly. He crawled in next you and it was actually a bit... awkward.

“I missed you,” you quipped, interrupting the silence. A goofy grin instantly broke out across Nebraska’s face, which he tried to hide via scratching the back of his head and looking away.

“I, uh, gotta admit I feel the same,” now it was your turn to be bashful.

“Why are we acting like we never see each? Like we didn’t just spend the last two whole days together?” You giggled and Nebraska smirked.

“I guess this is..... different, you know.... more... physical....” he was staring at your lips and you unconsciously bit your lip in response. That seemed to break his trance and he glanced up, a look of guilt marring his perfect features.

“I should probably-,” he said shifting away from you to stand up.

“Nebraska please, don’t...go,” your arm was now wrapped around his chest in an attempt to keep him from leaving. He was so warm, the curls of his chest hair tickling your fingers. His muscles were tense, you could feel them flex beneath you.

“I need you...” you whispered and that’s when the dam broke between the two of you. Nebraska pivoted in your arms, crashing his lips to your own. This wasn’t the same kind of kiss as in the woods. This was something completely different; something hungry and desperate. You could feel him still holding back so you decided to go all in, returning the smooch tenfold, both hands leaving their position at his torso to cup his face.

“Y/N...” he moaned, you felt like you might pass out. His hands latched themselves to your hips, pulling you into his lap. Your hands shifted from his jaw to his shoulders in order to steady yourself, pulling him even closer, meeting his eagerness with your own.

“Take thi- shit,” he moaned as you perched your full weight onto his lap, his already awakened member there to greet you.

“Too much? Am I too heavy?” You asked, beginning to rise from his lap only to have him pull you back down.

“No, you’re perfect babygirl. More than perfect,” he began kissing down your neck, his teeth grazing against the base of your neck hard enough to bruise.

You were melting beneath his touch. He was so quiet and reserved in his daily life so to be succumbed to his passion in such a raw and unfiltered way made your head swim. You never thought a man of his beauty, candor, and strength would look twice at someone like you yet here he was, your touch alone powerful enough to leave him a moaning, whimpering figure of lust beneath you. It gave you a surge of confidence you’d never quite experienced in the bedroom before.

“Take this off,” Nebraska said tugging at your night shirt. That’s when you remembered you weren’t wearing a bra. Meaning you’d be completely exposed to him, pooch, rolls and all.

“Hey, it’s just us here, okay?” He said pecking your lips when he sensed your hesitation.

“O-okay. Can you get the light?” You nodded towards the lamp on you side desk next to your bed.

“As long as I’ve been dreaming about this moment? No way, I gotta see you,” Nebraska said biting his lips, his eyes gazing over you with pure karnal lust. Your stomach fluttered.

You took your shirt off and he was immediately in awe. He gently took one soft mound in his hand, plopping your already hardened nipple into his mouth. Your nails dug into his shoulders as his tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh. Nebraska smirked at your obvious arousal, the vision of his pristine white teeth against your brown areola was almost a work of art.

When he began to go for the other nipple you pushed him back gently, crawling off his lap but he swiftly pulled you back on.

“Where are you going?

“Shhh... just relax,” you said and he finally let you go, allowing you to maneuver yourself between his legs, pulling his boxers down. His swollen member sprang free of the fabric and for a second you thought you might be hallucinating. He was certainly bigger than any man you’d ever been with, and his girth definitely looked more delectable, the pigment from his shaft to his head all one even color that matched the ebony complexion of his skin.

“You were hiding... all this... this whole time?” Your eyes were fixated on his throbbing length.

“Didn’t think you would care either way,” Nebraska said in a breathy voice. You gazed into his brown eyes in utter disbelief before returning to the task at hand.

You kissed your way up his thighs slowly to tease him, dragging your nails lightly along the sensitive area. His dick jumped in excitement.

He was already leaking precum, the head glistening with his essence. You gripped his base and feathered kisses up his shaft, teasing his head with your tongue. The second you took his tip fully into your mouth, he shuddered, gripping the bedsheets for dear life.

“Relax, Braska, let me take care of you,” you said in what you hoped was a ‘sultry’ voice. It had been a while since you’d gave a man head and you were racking your brain, trying to make sure there wasn’t anything you forgot with the inexperience of time.

You slurped him from base to tip, taking your time to get it extremely wet so your hand could pump him easily. You made sure to spit on it just for extra measure and you swore you saw Nebraska’s eyes roll into the back of his head.

You took him into your mouth and immediately hollowed your cheeks, sucking his over sensitive tip while pumping his base. You alternated between this motions and deep throating him as far as you could take him, making quite the show of gagging on his incredible length. You traveled down further, making sure to not to forget his scrotum, sucking one half and then the other while your hands handled the main attraction.

Where Nebraska was tembling before, he was a blubbering mess now, moaning your name along with a string of curse words as he chased his own pleasure. He took one hand and brought it to the back of your head, guiding you back to his swollen tip. You knew he couldn’t keep his orgasm at bay for much longer so you switched into full concentration mode, paying close attention to what would get him over that edge. His hand on the back of your head was gripping you so tight, you thought he might snatch your headscarf off.

“Shit, Y/N, don’t stop. Please, baby, right there, right there,” he begged and you made sure to adhere to him. Right as he was about to explode in your mouth, he grabbed himself and took it out, opting instead to nut on your face. You graciously accepted his release , the warm essence coating your face. You couldn’t help but giggle as he smeared some of it across your lips with his head, tapping the semi-firm member against them.

“Where’d you learn how to do that?” Nebraska asked out of breath. You shrugged as you got up to go wash your face.

You’d were in the middle of wiping off his ‘gift’ when he followed right after you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

“Nebraska, I gotta wash my face and brush my teeth,” you cooed, grabbing a clean face towel and your night routine face wash. Nebraska turned your head to the side, capturing your lips in one of the slowest, sloppiest kisses you’d ever experienced, emphasizing his tongues presence in your mouth as a ‘Thank You’. When Nebraska finally let your lips go he continued clinging to you, only unwrapping himself once so that he could clean off his own member.

Once the two of you were clean, you took to bed. Nebraska, in a position much similar to earlier, engulfed you in himself, peppering you with kisses until he fell asleep. You fell asleep soon after, still not a hundred percent sure if what had just transpired was real or a dream.

~*~

You woke up noticeably cold. And alone. You glanced over to the other side of the bed to find it empty. That wouldn’t be that unusual any other morning but then the events of last night came flooding back to you. You couldn’t believe how brazen you’d been with him last night and the embarrassment immediately came crushing in.

Also why wasn’t he here? There wasn’t a single sign he’d ever been here. Even back home it was unusual for Nebraska to just silently wake up and creep out like a thief in the night. He probably came to his senses about you last night, which is why he’d ran for the hills.

What more could he possibly want anyway? You’ve already sucked him off. He doesn’t need to entertain you anymore. He got what he came for.

You tried to shake the negative thoughts from your head as you hopped in the shower but they were incessant.

What if he was in a relationship with Tonya. You were so desperate for him last night, you hadn’t even thought to ask. What if you made him a cheater because you couldn’t control yourself around him and just had to jump at the chance to show him you could be a slut. What would he want with one of those anyway when he has a woman like Tonya waiting for him back home.

As you walked down stairs you saw Nebraska moving tables with your Aunt supervising. You couldn’t bare to make eye contact with either of them. It didn’t matter because Mabel heard you anyway

“Y/N! About time you woke up girl, I need you to run down to Annie Sinclair’s- you remember Miss Sinclair don’t you? I need you to runs down to her place and pick up the four Pecan Pies she was supposed to have delivered yesterday,” Mabel said scribbling down the address. You nodded and grabbed your keys, leaving without a word. You didn’t notice Nebraska’s intense eyes longingly look after you as you left.

~*~

By the time you returned back home with your Aunt’s pies, there were cars filling up the driveway and parked on the street out front.

You carried them in but the kitchen was full of different dishes, along with her cooking and you had no where to put them. You sat them down on the dining table and hoped that would suffice for now.

You wandered around looking for her, speaking to various extended family members. Almost everyone here was from her side of the family but they didn’t treat you any different.

“So how’s that museum going baby? What is it you do there again?” You great Aunt Lettie asked.

“Well actually I-“

“Y/N! Girl I been looking for you everywhere! Come on in here and help ya Auntie in the kitchen,” Mabel said thundering down the stairs. You said your condolences to Lettie then followed your Aunt into the kitchen.

You looked around as she began stirring something in a pot, “So what exactly was it that you needed help with?”

“Oh child, nothing. I just know how Lettie gets and she’ll talk your head off all day if you let her,” she chuckled, throwing on her Apron. You sighed in relief, sinking down in a chair for the first time in what felt like hours.

“Tired?” Mabel quipped.

“You have no idea,” you rubbed the side of your temples trying to alleviate a potential headache in its tracks.

“Maybe you wouldn’t be if you actually slept at night,” you felt your heart drop as your eyes flew open.

“Save it. I went to fetch that boy this morning so he could move some furniture around for me. Imagine my surprise to see not only his room empty but that he’d some how stumbled into yours. Better be glad it was me who drug him out of there and not your uncle.” She turned her attention away from stirring the pot to... well... stir the pot.

“There’s nothing going on between us... we just sleep next to each other. But we’re not... like that,” you averted your eyes. Wait, did she say she drug him out of your room this morning?

“Sell that tale to some other simpleton, I’ve seen the way you been eyeing that man. And more importantly, how he looks at you. That’s love, honey, clear as day,” Was it that obvious that your heart ached for him every time you were in a five feet radius of the man?

“I... I.... I didn’t mean for this to happen...”

“For what to happen? To fall for him harder than a piano with a paper parachute?” She didn’t need an answer, your face said it all. “Look, I don’t know exactly what you two got going on rattling around in those big, pretty heads of yours but what I do know is if there were ever two people who needed a little love, deserved a little love in their life, I’m looking at them.”

You felt like you could cry. You’d been so in denial about everything you felt for this man for so long that now faced with your own feelings, they almost threatened to overpower you.

“I- if he doesn’t feel the same, if this is one sided- I- I’ve never really felt this way about anyone before. If he rejects me, it’ll tear me apart. I can’t risk the heartache,”

“Child the world is full of heartache the same way it’s full of rejection. That’s just the nature of life. But one things for sure, nothing will ever come of the two of you skirting around each other like a pair of mice. You need to clear things up even if it doesn’t go according to your plan, which knowing you, you probably don’t even have one. Go talk to the man.” And that was that on her lecture. She turned around and resumed stirring whatever she was cooking on the stoveto, only glancing over her shoulder when she noticed you hadn’t moved.

“I meant now.”

~*~

“And that’s when I told him, ‘look, I don’t care if the god damn Marshal himself rides up on a golden chariot and declares the sanction with feathers flying straight out his ass, I’m not moving my platoon for nobody!’” The table Nebraska was currently sitting at burst into laughter and he cracked a smile to be polite but he didn’t have the slightest clue what the conversation was about. Didn’t really care to be honest. His mind was on one thing and one thing only, that thing of course being you.

It all still felt like a dream to him, he’d almost believe it was if he hadn’t woke up in your bed. Correction, somebody woke him up and it wasn’t you. One look at your Aunt’s face and he knew the jig was up.

“Come help me move some tables, big fella,” she said closing your door behind her. He pulled on his sweatpants which had still been discarded on the floor and followed behind her. He stopped quickly in his own room to grab a shirt. Thank god you’d had the mind to cover up after last night’s escapade. That would only make the situation look worse.

Nebraska was sure he was in for a lecture but the older woman continued on as if she’d seen nothing out of the ordinary, giving out various orders to get ready for the day. Preparation that was much needed by the way. In only a matter of hours the house was filled to the brim with more people than Nebraska could have possibly anticipated. But that was hardly a problem because that gave him ample opportunity to avoid you.

He didn’t know what was going through his mind last night but he had embarrassed himself beyond belief. Looking back, he wished he’d done so many things differently. He wished he had been man enough not to ejaculate so early. He wished he had took care of your pleasure first before obtaining his own. He wished he had thrown all the foreplay out the window and been inside you. When you came downstairs this morning and wouldn’t even look at him, he knew you regretted it. Of course you’d expected more out of him. He had expected more out of himself, but he promised himself if he ever got the opportunity for such intimacies with you again, he’d ravish you the way you deserved.

And oh did you deserve it and then some. The way your mouth had worked Nebraska last night, he could have died a happy man right then, right there. You sucked him off in a way he’d never been before, leaving him completely putty on your well-versed hands. You obviously must have had quite the experience in this area because you knew exactly what to do at every turn, getting him to his release faster than he could himself. Just the thought alone made him crave you, want to seek you out. It had been easier for him to deny his sexual urges for you when he had no point of reference but last night had only served to intensify his need to bed you. A need he’d probably never satisfy after his embrassing performance last night.

Nebraska realized he was completely lost to the conversation with the oldhead army men around him, friends of the Lieutenant no doubt, so he respectfully excused himself then went to head upstairs. He needed a moment to himself to collect his thoughts and stop obsessing over you. But it looked as if luck wasn’t on his side today.

As he began his ascension up the stairs you were coming down and suddenly, your eyes locked. You looked just as beautiful as ever, your mauve skirt and Jean button down accentuating your tempting chubby figure. His mind immediately went to the feel of your curves molding against his own physique, the memory of your delicious weight on his lap igniting a fire in him. He really needed to calm down.

“Hey...” you said in a voice he almost couldn’t hear.

“Hey,”

“Can, um, can we talk?” You asked tugging at the bottom of your skirt.

“Course,” Shit, Nebraska knew where this was going.

“Okay, um..... in here,” she tugged his arm and pulled him into the nearest bathroom, locking the door behind her.

“We need to talk about last night,” Nebraska’s blood went cold.

“I’m listening...”

“I didn’t mean to- That wasn’t my intention to- if you- I wasn’t trying to-“

“Save it, Y/N. Just forget it ever happened.” Nebraska couldn’t listen to this. He couldn’t hear how much you regret being with him. What easily was a night of utter perfection for him was nothing more than an impulsive mistake for you and that realization hurt too much to hear verbalized.

“Nebraska please just... let me talk. Even if you don’t care about what I have to say, at least let me say it. Please...,” your voice cracked and he could hear the tears you were fighting back in your voice. He thought about storming out to save himself from having to watch this breakdown but he knew him leaving would only cause you to burst into tears and he just couldn’t do that to you. So Nebraska resigned to leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest, indicating to you that you had his full attention.

“Ok look. I- I don’t know the full nature of you and Tonya’s relationship but I’m not an idiot. I knew something was going on with you two but I still went after you anyway and I just want to apologize profusely for impeding on your relationship with her,” you took a breath, “but I feel I owe it to you, and to myself, to be honest about my... feelings the last few months. I- I’m not the most experienced with men. I often read into things way too much. I’m anxious to a fault. But either way, I somehow deluded myself into seeing your kindness and gentleman-like ways for something they weren’t. I- I began developing feeling for you when I shouldn’t have. And for that I apologize.... again.” You took another breath, swallowing this time.

“You’re a great guy. One of the best men I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. Last night... I don’t know what came over me. I’m usually not so aggressive, especially sexually, and I’m sorry for coming at you like some sort of deranged animal in heat. It wasn’t right and I promise you it’ll never happen again. I know all hope for the two of us being as close as we were is out the window. And I don’t blame you for that, by the way. It’s my fault and I take full responsibility. I just hope, that maybe, in time you’ll be able to forgive me and I can move on from feeling like this. I promise you I’ll get over it, I just need a little time but until then I was hoping we could at least remain friends. I know that’s a lot to ask but I don’t really think I could handle if things continued like this with you ignoring me completely. I know I’m probably being overly sensitive right now but it just... hurts....” you trailed off. Nebraska hadn’t said a word, his body frozen in that spot while his mind raced to process everything you’d just told him.

“Are you finished?” His voice was low, rugged.

“.... yeah, I guess I am,” he could hear the disappointment.

Nebraska walked up to you, cupping your jaw with hand as he captured your lips in his own. You eyes bulged out of your head in shock and for a second he though you were going to push him away.

“N-n-Nebraska I-“

“Shhhh. You got your chance to speak, now it’s my turn,” he returned to your lips, deepening the kiss. You moaned into his mouth as he lifted you onto the bathroom counter. His hands traveled under your skirt, gripping your thighs, undoubtedly his new favorite part of you. You let out a squeak of surprise when he suddenly pulled you flush against him.

“I’ve been agonizing over you since I met you. You think any man could be in proximity to all of this-“ he smacked your ass “and not want to break you in half? If you’re delusional then I’m in this fantasy right with you because I’ve been enamored with you for months. But you just seemed so disinterested I.... I couldn’t... I didn’t know...”

“Hey, it’s alright.” You cooed, cupping his face. He rest his forehead against your own, grateful for the intimacy.

“I just need you to know this isn’t one sided. You have nothing to apologize to me for, not now, not ever.” Nebraska wished he could say more. Wished he could articulate more coherently exactly how deep his feelings went for you. Wished he could express how you made him feel like he wasn’t such a monster, like he was worthy of his own personhood, even if he doubted it himself most times.

Nebraska opened his eyes to see you staring at his lips, the wanton look in your eyes making his cock throb. Yes he wanted to proclaim his undying love and affection for you but he also wanted to fuck you so good your pussy would need crutches the next day.

“C’mere,” he growled lowly and you almost bounced off the counter wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him. He could appreciate his position of standing between your thighs however he knew realistically he couldn’t fuck you right here in the bathroom. Not with the house damn near filled to capacity. No, he’d have to show a little more restraint for your sake and his own.

“And, Y/N, about last night...,” Nebraska said breaking the kiss. You hummed in reply as you began trailing kisses down his neck.

“How did you expect to give head like that and not have a man fall in love with you?”

~*~

A/N: What y’all think? Told y’all I was gonna give y’all some action if you stuck with me 😘😘 I hope y’all liked this chapter because I actually worked harder on this one than any other chapter so far. As always please let me know what y’all think, it really helps me get ideas for the next chapter. 💕💕🥰

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What determines canon? The witcher games are not canon according to the author. the books are and he has given approval of the show. Now people love the games and their stories, but aren't canon to the books. Another example is the old Star Wars AU. Disney made those non canon. Or RWBY with the DC comics/manga. How do we handle canon when different adaptations exist by different directors and teams all using the same IP?

That’s a question we’ve been trying to answer for a long time now. In this digital age storytelling simply isn’t as straightforward as it once was and as franchises expand, are sold to new authors, and revisions are made, what’s “canonical” continually changes. It changes for each individual too because everyone has their own sense of threshold, what is or is not canonical enough for them. For some, canon still comes down to the original author, but it’s getting harder and harder to determine what they’ve created or what they’ve agreed to. That’s why people here on tumblr flood Neil Gaiman’s inbox with questions about the Good Omens adaptation. Did you sign off on this change? Did you create this detail? If you didn’t come up with it do you at least agree with it? Fans are still eager to know whether or not the original author either crafted or at least signed off on something so that they can make the claim that such-and-such is now canonical.

 We can ask the same things of Witcher. Did Sapkowski explicitly agree to changes like the ones we see to Geralt and Jaskier’s relationship? What does “explicitly agree” even mean in this day and age? If he agreed because yay Netflix is paying me money to let them adapt my work however they please, many fans wouldn’t consider that a good enough reason to make something canonical. Because the change is stemming from monetary needs rather than creativity. Fans are likely to discard it. That’s not real canonical authority... even though the author still very much said, “Yes. This is now a thing.” On the other hand, if Sapkowski came up with this change himself, or thought it was the best idea ever, or all around just signed off on it from a creative standpoint, we still have the issue of two canons conflicting. If Sapkowski applies equal authenticity to both relationships, in the books and in the adaptation, we’re nevertheless left with at least a certain level of conflict. Did Geralt love Jaskier when they first met or did he punch them? Both canons exist. 

For me personally, relying on the author’s express (whatever that means) creation/agreement to a story is far too limiting a requirement. Because, as said, it’s getting harder to find out what influence authors had in a collaborative project, because they might have a variety of “bad” reasons for making the change (Holmes’ resurrection is canonical not because Doyle wanted that for the series but because he needed money), and because that means everything post their death is automatically not canonical (insert arguments over what Monty wanted for RWBY here). So, in contrast, I prefer to stick to the opposite end of things: It’s ALL canonical. If there’s even the smallest connection back to the author---any indication that some level of agreement to this creation exists---then for me it’s canon. 

Witcher books? Canon. Sapkowski wrote them. 

Witcher games? Canon. Sapkowski willingly gave CD Projekt Red the rights to create them whether he agrees with their choices or not. 

Witcher comics? Canon. Sapkowski signed off on Dark Horse writing their own stories. 

Witcher Neflix adaptation? Canon. 

Sapkowski passes a bunch of notes down to a family member/friend and asks them to keep writing after he’s gone? Canon. 

Sapkowski (heaven forbid) sells the Witcher rights to Disney? Canon. 

Now obviously, as said, this means that numerous canons conflict. But I think that’s okay. It just means that fans need to acknowledge WHICH canon they’re talking about and keep in mind that others might be thinking about a different one. “Man, I’m so glad Geralt and Triss are a couple.” “They’re... not? He’s canonically with Yen.” “Oh, I mean in the game. My play-through.” “Got it, got it. Yeah, I romanced her one time too.” That’s actually at least part of the disconnect between my readings of Yen and those who have messaged me insisting that I’ll love her in [insert specific novel here]. I hated her in The Last Wish. I then hated her in the comics run. I hate the time I’ve spent with her in Witcher 3. I felt sympathy for her in the Netflix series and then quickly grew to dislike her again. At this point, from my perspective, multiple canons are giving me a characterization that I just don’t jive with, so I don’t like her period. For others the “real” canon is not just limited to Sapkowski’s books, but also where a character ultimately ends up. That characterization on the last page is “more” canonical than the characterization we get over the course of their run. Here we see fans interpreting canon in different ways which, inevitably, has them interpreting the plot and characters in different ways too. Those who apparently read Willow in the comics interpreted her differently than those who just watched “Cordially Invited” and I get that because I read Yen in the comics and thus interpreted her differently in Witcher 3. Plenty will turn around and go, “Well, the comics aren’t canon so you’re wrong.” But... the comics exist. They were advertised as “tie-ins.” They’re not fanworks. They’re also not solely Sapkowski’s work. They exist in that middle ground. 

For me, the middle ground is canon. Anything else just results in squabbling over trying to prove how much influence an author had, why that influence exists, and usually ends with fans claiming that something can’t be canon because they don’t like it (example: Cursed Child and Fantastic Beasts are canon whether we want them to be or not). Considering that our media landscape is just going to get more complicated, I’d much rather broaden the definition of canon than narrow it. 

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‘Sup

Alright, so. I guess this post has been a long time coming, and I’ll try to keep it as succinct as I can. But with the constant messages in my inbox and the comments on my fics (Do No Harm in particular) I’m just gonna put this here.

From the moment The Good Doctor came out, I was in love with it. I loved its message, its story, its characters. And for a long time it was amazing. I found my inspiration to write again, you all seemed to like my work, people were even recognizing me and asking for me. The second half of season one, when it came back...it wasn’t as great, but it was okay still. I just figured I had to wait for it to get out of its dry spell.

But that dry spell’s still going on.

The Good Doctor's potential is being wasted. Because the writing is so bad. Not even from a personal, opinionated viewpoint, like “Oh, I don’t like how Jared had to leave, I miss him and the show’s not the same.” No, that’s not it. From the technical, fundamental viewpoint of writing, it’s bad. As I see it; you may not agree and that’s fine (I am not going to argue with anyone on this post). This is just me explaining myself and my absence from the fandom as of late.

The show...is not a show. It is episodes. Separate and disconnected, there is no flow from one to another, no overreaching plotlines (save for the one about Glassman’s cancer that is so often added more as an afterthought and somehow has little to do with Shaun) no motifs no lessons no building. You tune in for one episode (maybe the plot stretches to two if you’re lucky), you watch it, and then afterwards...that’s it. A plot/plot point wasn’t wrapped up or explained in that timeslot? Sucks, fill in the blanks yourself. (Ex: Claire’s ‘determination’ to bring Coyle to justice that was immediately dropped. Shaun leaving out tuna for the cat trying to draw it in, only to never see it again. Lim’s ticket nobody cared about in the first place; we didn’t even see where that out-of-place plot went. What happened to that lawyer guy? Andrew’s wife? She’s not important anymore, you don’t need to find out what happens even though we spent so long detailing the issue to you. Jared and the patient that liked him? What patient that liked him?)

We are expected as an audience just to...accept things in passing without question, which is not what we should have to do. Stories should be shown and explained. Not shoved in our face so quickly all we can do is accept it, or stories so vague they don’t answer any of our questions so we just stop asking. (Ex: Lea’s back from Hershey. We’ll tease you with explaining why she left and why it was such a big deal even though she was only gone for about a handful of episodes before we just brought her back suddenly, but that’s all you get. Kenny’s in jail. Yeah, he stole somethin’ or idk. Jessica’s gone. Don’t ask why, she’s not important. Heck, even Glassman being fired and Shaun being let off the hook and Andrews being made president...just glossed over. Told to us through narration mostly.)

It’s as if they don’t trust that they have enough time to properly build and structure a naturally-developing plot that makes sense, so they try to shoehorn it all into one compact episode and think we’ll still be as invested...which doesn’t work. (Ex: Melendez and Lim should have slept together more than just the once. They should have been sleeping together for some time, we should have seen them slowly round the corner into “Maybe it’s more than just sex” we should have gotten to actually associate and care about them as a couple, and then, episodes later, the quarantine should have happened, which would make the plotline so much more palpable and actually interesting...not to mention logical. Same with Tyler and Morgan. You cannot expect the audience to be attached to a person we met fifteen minutes ago and be sad when they die. Literally, we were smacked going into the finale with: “Oh yeah, by the way, these two couples are a thing, care about them.” ...No, I didn’t care. At all. I was bored. Because I didn’t even actually know that guy’s name until after he died, that was how sudden and odd his character was. There should have been build-up with that too. Even if it was just a couple flirting scenes over episodes!!! Like, it’s not hard!!!) Literally, if you told me the writers had no idea where they were going with the story, and they were writing blind and just seeing where it went episode by episode, I would believe you one hundred percent. Because it just seems unplanned. Worse than unplanned! I never know what’s going to happen in any of my fics when I start them, but I never actually show that...even I can do a better job of planning and connecting...and I don’t.

ALSO IMPORTANT: Not taking the time to build to those things specifically (couples that suddenly have to watch the other part of them die/be in danger and other situations like that) is one thing and one thing only: it is a cheap way to get the audience to be upset. It’s cheap. And that’s what the show is now. All its heart-string tugs, they’re too sudden or awkward, because the writers don’t want to show the growth and the layering to it, they just want you to be sad or ‘interested’ and that’s it.)

The characters we’ve grown to know and love (the ones that are still around...) are not the same. They are different people, and it’s sad to watch them act directly against the traits we’ve come associate with them. (Ex: Claire ‘apologizing’ to Melendez, and being proud that she is willingly making herself look like the one in the wrong just to save his ego. Claire would never do that. She is strong-willed and independent, and she has worked too hard to step down for anyone, especially a man. Glassman and Shaun told each other they loved each other at the end of season one. A moment that made us all scream, a moment that was actually built up to for once, a moment that we were waiting for, that was so important to both of them...and a moment that was immediately forgotten. Throughout season two, Shaun has been significantly detached from Glassman and his treatment for someone that was so distraught before. There have been a couple cute/supportive moments...but only a couple. For a large majority, they’ve ignored one another. Glassman giving up so easily, knowing that Shaun is trapped with a virus and not even calling anyone to ask how he is???? Nope. #NotMyGlassman. Lim yelling at Claire in season one for not supporting her as women in power that need to stick together and show one another respect, only to immediately snap and scream at the judge during her trial in season two, and stroking Melendez’s ego as well.)

Plotlines and conflicts. They are overly dramatic and don’t make sense when you step back and look at them, not to mention there are so many infuriating double standards just to make an issue. (Ex: It’s such an issue Shaun cannot express empathy, but when Park talks down to a patient for having weight loss surgery and outs him to his husband, and when Morgan is...Morgan 24/7, there’s no issue at all. Obviously Shaun is the only one in the wrong. Just like he was the only one in the wrong for Lea demanding forgiveness and calling him a jackass, even though she’s never been shown to be that high-strung especially to Shaun. He’s wrong there, too, nobody else. For reasons entirely unrelated to what you’re thinking about, yessir. These are direct plotlines just colliding with each other because the writers cannot keep track of them.)

Look...there are just so many more things I could go on to say. But this post is getting too long. I don’t want to leave the fandom altogether; some part of me still hopes the writing will pull through and the show will get back to the way it was. So I’ll keep watching and waiting for that. But for now, that is why I can’t bring myself to write headcanons or fics or anything like that, and why it just pains me when people ask me to. The show isn’t as investing, as emotional, as meaningful. It’s degraded, and I can’t be happy with it right now. Or write for it. 

There are other shows that had better writing, had better truer-to-themselves characters, kept the feeling it had from the pilot straight to its final episode, had overreaching/steady/connecting plotlines, was detailed to the very core, kept in mind everything it stood for, but have been unfairly forgotten, and I miss. And I miss The Good Doctor too, but not for the same reason. I miss The Good Doctor because ever since last winter finale, it’s gone downhill and it’s still going downhill. And it kind of pains me to see the difference between those.

Not gonna delete this blog, I’ll still be here the way I have been popping in every so often...but just for the people that ask where I am/comment on DNH/message me and ask why I’m not writing. This is why. Just made a post for them. 

#Long post but a needed one #I mean nobody will read it but they SHOULD because I get about five people a day asking me if I'm coming back and...I just can't right now #The Good Doctor #Season Two #I had higher hopes for this show...still waiting for them to be reached #Personal #Not a headcanon #I mean you know it’s sad when I literally want to ignore ALL canon if I even think of writing more for TGD...

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The Stranger - Part 2

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(Y/N) is a bartender at a music venue, and one night a misterious stranger walks in, changing her life.

PART 1

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Knowing about the exchange between the guy and Kay left you… uneasy. He didn’t sound pretentious or disgusting as you’d expect him to be, he actually sounded just like how you pictured him the first time you laid eyes on him: sweet and caring.

He was worried about you. He didn’t even know you and he was worried about you. Kay even said he didn’t seem drunk at all and that he truly looked genuine. Moreover, knowing her, she’s not overseeing it, she’s very down-to-earth and definitely has a thing for reading people.

It left you wishing to meet him again. At least, find out his name. And apologize.

You’re slightly embarrassed of your behavior, but you can’t not have your defenses up all the time, not after what you’ve been through. You know you should let someone in… that someone just hasn’t come along yet.

“What are you thinking about?” Kay’s voice snaps you out of it, making you jump slightly in fear because you didn’t notice her approaching you.

“Uh, n-nothing… just stuff.” You stutter softly, trying to gather your thoughts.

“Yeah, stuff… I assume that’s code for super tall, tattooed, sweet guy.” She teases softly, a small smile forming on her lips. “Maybe he will stop by today.”

You stare at her, trying to figure out how the hell she manages to actually know what you’re thinking about. All the goddamn time.

“Yeah… maybe he will.” You mumble, avoiding her gaze as you continue to sweep up the floor.

Tonight, the band that will play at the bar is a country band, not rock as it was the night before. You have to admit it’s one of your least favorite days at work. Country is so not your thing.

Again, you find yourself thinking about the stranger. He didn’t look like a country fan either. And there went any hope you had that he’d stop by the bar.  

The night is passing by slowly. The band had been playing for about 30 minutes and the clients seemed to be having fun. That was when Nicholas walked in. Yes, Nicholas, the cute drummer. That Nicholas.

He stopped in his tracks, taking a quick look around, smiling widely once his gaze found yours. You wave slightly in a greeting manner and he mirrors you. Ten seconds later, he’s right in front of you, across the stool.

“Hey (Y/N).” He smiles sweetly. “How are you?”

“Hi. I’m a bit tired… and country is not exactly my thing so, yeah…” You mutter, tiredly.

“Hmm, I see. Hey, soon you’ll be taking a hot shower and getting a good night of sleep.” He comforts you, giving you a reassuring smile.

You were about to reply when a client called for you, so Nicholas just motioned you to go.

The concert has been going smoothly, but you’re so tired. Nicholas is still sitting by the stool but you barely had the chance to talk to him. Anyway, he seems to be enjoying himself. There’s a blonde girl, petite, sitting by his side for a while now, and they seem to be getting along.

You smiled to yourself, happy for him. Maybe he had found love. He’s an adorable man, he sure deserved to be happy.

But the smile quickly faded. You feared love. You feared the lack of love. You feared loving someone. You feared being loved by someone. Despite wanting it all, so much, you feared it. There’s a fine line between love and obsession, between healthy and sick.

What happened 3 years ago, really did a number on you.

You’re storing some cups at the shelf, your back turned to the bar, when you sense someone sitting down by the stool.  You pay it no attention as you finish your task. But when you hear the voice talking behind you, your body stills, chills running down your spine.

It’s him.

You were so nervous that your brain didn’t even process what he said. You turn to face the person behind you, terrified that you were hallucinating. But once your eyes locked on his, you knew you weren’t. You’d know that look anywhere.

“Uh, hi…” You stutter, not sure what to say considering you didn’t know what he had just said.

“Hi. Again.” He chuckles lightly, a confused look crossing his features. “Are you feeling better?”

“Y-yeah. Yes, I am. What about you? I mean, since yesterday… Are you, uh, doing well?” You curse yourself internally for being a nervous wreck. He was about to open his mouth but you don’t even let him answer, you needed to apologize right now. “Look, I wanted to apologize for my behavior yesterday. I was rude for no reason and you weren’t at fault. So I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m good, you’re good, that’s all that matters.” He smiles gently, assuring you it was all really okay.

“Okay, good.” You exhale deeply, feeling calmer, offering him a small smile. “So… I never got your name.”

“I’m Baron. And you are…”

“(Y/N). My name is (Y/N).” You smile shyly, feeling yourself blush.

“(Y/N).” The way he said your name sent shivers down your spine. Good ones. “Unusual name, I like it.”

“Thank you.” You blush again. Baron has some kind of effect on you, and you just can’t explain it.

Suddenly, you glance to the side and a couple of feet away, there’s Nicholas. He sends you a questioning, worried look, his lips in a thin line. Baron’s intimidating demeanor was probably leaving Nicholas suspicious or worried that he was bothering you, but you smiled and nodded, letting him know that Baron was ok.

“Is he your boyfriend?” Baron shoots straight up. He must have noticed your exchange.

“Uh, no… He’s my friend.” You reply, slightly ashamed. “He was just checking up on me.”

“Yeah, because I’m so dangerous.” He says, overdramatically, but unable to cover the disappointment in his voice.

“You’re not exactly a small guy.” You chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. “He was just looking out for me, is all. Really.” You say, growing more serious this time.

He nods in agreement, but doesn’t say another word.

“Can I get you some to drink?” You ask, as if testing waters.

“A beer, please.” He mutters. You go get him his beer, while your mind flooded with thoughts. Should you tell him? Should you talk to him? Your heart screamed ‘yes, trust him’, but your mind said ‘be cautious, take it slow’.

“Here.” You mumble, handing him his beer. Then, you avoid his gaze, before trying to explain him without actually explaining what was going on. “Look, I just… I’ve been through stuff, and that’s why I am, well… the way I am and why people tend to be worried about me.”

“Ah. You’ve been through stuff?” He asks, apparently more to himself than to you. “Ok, I guess you’ll tell me all about it once you’re ready.”

He understood. He didn’t pressure you. The thought made your heart flutter. He wanted to keep talking to you. He wanted you to trust him.

Your ex-boyfriend, hell, ex-fiancé, pressured you to accept his proposal. He pressured you to get that dress he liked. He pressured you to leave that job you loved, because the manager was too nice. He pressured you to do many things. He was so controlling and obsessive. But thankfully, with your parents and Kay’s help, you managed to get rid of him for good.

But your trust, your confidence… were down for a long walk of recovery.

Maybe Baron would be the one. The one to help you. The one to be there for you.

“Thank you, really. It uh, it means a lot.” You smile, feeling a bit emotional all of a sudden.

“Hey, I know we don’t know each other for long but uh… I’d like to get to know you. I’d like to show you that you can trust me. If you let me, of course.”

“I’d really like that.” You blush, your heart almost thumping out of your chest.

“Good.” He smiles gently.

You clear your throat, trying to shake of the emotion. “So, this doesn’t exactly seem like your type of music.” You let out a soft chuckle.

“It’s not, but you are.” He grins widely, wiggling his eyebrows exaggeratedly.

You start giggling at his dorkiness and really bad pickup line. “You’re such a dork.” You sigh, as you hit him jokingly your cloth.

“I am, but just know that I wouldn’t go to something I dislike willingly.” He says, growing more seriously, with a small smile sprawled on his face. “Unless I have a really good reason.”

“I guess you had a good one then.” You smile back.

“A very good one.”

Maybe the stranger really is the one.

#baron corbin imagine #baron corbin oneshot #baron corbin one shot #baron corbin fanfiction #baron corbin fanfic #baron corbin fic #baron corbin x reader #wwe imagine #wwe oneshot #wwe one shot #wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfic #wwe fic #wwe x reader #wrestler x reader

[christinky]

Heartbreak and Panic | Part 2

Part 1| Part 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of dead (Briefly) 

Summary: After Bucky broke your heart, you learn he is missing. You and Steve start to search for him. You find it to almost be the worst case scenario. 

A/N: I decided to make this 3 parts because part 1 seemed pretty popular. :)

As you make your way to Steve’s motorcycle you start to worry, all this is so unlike Bucky. “I called Stark on my way over,” Steve starts to explain, you can sense worry in his voice as well, “He is having FRIDAY hack into his phone, see if there is anything on there or if we can locate it.” 

“You asked Stark for help?” You stop walking from shock, “He is helping us willingly? Him and Bucky aren’t exactly the best of friends.” 

Steve hops on his bike, putting his helmet on and gesturing for you to hop on.”I know but he thinks this is weird too.” You walk over and hop on the bike behind Steve. He hands you a helmet, “Besides, its not like he has anything better to do.” Steve laughs at his comment, you roll your eyes. 

“Found anything?” Steve asks Tony as the two of you walk into the room. The room is filled with holograms and computer screens, all with Bucky’s information. 

Tony stands and starts making his way over to you, “I got into his phone, there is some things I want you to see,” You guys meet Tony half way, he pulls out a hologram. Going through some files, he finds what he is looking for. “We found these strange messages in his voicemail.”

Pressing play, a creepy voice echoes within the room, “Hello Soldier,” Its in a Russian accent, you stomach drops. You know what this must be, looking over to Steve you see a blank stare, he looks like a ghost he is so pale. “You thought you were free didn’t you?” 

The voicemail finishes. Nothing else. It was so ominous, you hold back tears knowing how this must have effected Bucky. He was so happy thinking he was finally done with Hydra and being a monster. Bucky is still recovering from everything they put him through, he was moving on. Moving on with you. You breathing starts to get more rapid with the thoughts of what is happening. 

Looking back at Steve he is staring at the floor, eyes wide in fear. He knows too. “Steve...” he turns to you, he looks like a sad puppy, “We need to find him.”

“And that was just one of them,” Stark get your attention. 

“Just one?” You ask in a panic, “How many are there?” 

“That was the first, the only one that was opened.” He shows Bucky’s inbox on the screen, “There is about 20 others, then they must have reached capacity.” 

Your limbs start to go weak, you try to think of where he would go. Your head shoots up looking at Tony, “Can you track it?”

Tony’s expression shows disappointment, “It tracks to his apartment, he must have left it there.” 

You rub your face is disbelief, this is going to be a lot harder than you thought. It starts to make sense to you, why Bucky said those hurtful words to you. He didn’t want to hurt you, he must have figured hurting you like this was better than the other scenario. You don’t prefer either one, you want Bucky safe, you want to be wrapped in his arms again, you want him back with you, to be happy again. 

Tony has FRIDAY searching for anything related to hydra that has popped up in the past couple months. Steve helps go through the results, seeing if anything could be useful. Over to the side, there is a screen with displaying photos from Bucky’s phone. Walking over, a slight smile appears on your face. Its filled with sadness but it shows a sign of happiness still inside you. On the screen is a photo of the two of you laughing, you start swiping through the photos. A single tear escapes your eye, you are trying so hard to be brave for Bucky. However, seeing these pictures break your heart, the two of you were so happy together, the memories gave you hope that you can eventually return to being like that.

Steve looks over at you, sees you slowly looking at the pictures. You don’t notice since your back is to him, but Steve looks at you with empathy, he looks at you like you are broken. He knows how you feel, he knows how bad you are hurting. 

“Sir,” FRIDAY’s voice bursts throughout the room, “You need to see this.” Her voice was urgent. It startles all three of you, grabbing your attention quickly. Thats when on the largest monitor ‘Breaking News’ pops up. 

The newscaster’s voice comes on, “This just in, the famous Winter Soldier has been confirmed to be dead,” A video appears showing the Winter Soldier falling from a helicopter in the middle of the ocean. Your heart picks up, your pulse is racing, you stay strong continuing to hold back your tears. You won’t cry here. You can feel yourself go weak, it takes everything you have to stay standing. “He fell into the ocean at 2pm today, his body has yet to resurface. He is being pronounced dead as lost at sea. They are sending drones down to search for his remains.” 

Before breaking down you look at the video again. Looking closely you notice something. “Hold on!” You yell, pushing Tony and Steve out of the way, they are both frozen, Steve looking like he might breakdown any moment. “FRIDAY, go back to the video, zoom in as much as you can to Bucky” You command.

Once he is in focus you see it, “Look!” you point out to his arm, “Thats his Hydra arm” You turn your head to look at Steve, he leans in to get a better look. “That arm was destroyed, he wears the one Shuri made him in Wakanda.” 

“He could have gotten a new arm,” Tony’s comment doesn’t faze you, you are proving your point. 

You continue, “True, but that one looks years old, like he has been wearing it for years. Also look at the hair.” You grab the boys attention again, directing them to the screen, “It looks really ratty, like it hasn’t been cared for in months. Plus it looks a lot lighter than Bucky’s. We both know he took really good care of his hair. It would never look that dry and ratty. It would take weeks of neglect for that to happen.” 

Both guys look at you with a bit of confusion and amazement. You stand tall, regaining your composure knowing that Bucky is still out there. “She is right, that isn’t him. That could be why the camera is positioned in a way we can’t see his face at all.” Steve agrees with you, you let out a sigh of relief knowing you aren’t crazy. 

“FRIDAY! Anything on a location of Hydra?” You ask with a sense of urgency. Looking at Tony and Steve you explain your theory, “Obviously someone wants us to think he is dead, wether it is him or Hydra. That means they are getting close. If we can find Hydra, we find Bucky.” 

FRIDAY finally gives an answer, she pulls up a map, “This is the most likely location I can find, going through possible associates and strange transactions with Hydra’s history. The building is in the middle of nowhere, owned by the cousin of Hydra’s last leader. There has been traffic coming and going from the establishment I picked up from security camera’s” 

“Alright boys,” You save the location and walk out, walking right between them, “Lets go.” 

Heartbreak and Panic Taglist: @crazyinspiration

Forever Taglist: @saturn-aka-six

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fic #Sebastian Stan #The winder soldier #captain america #marvel

[siremasterlawrence]

The Slave Couple of My Dreams.

I never thought I would look to the power of Wicca for help but hear I am. I actually submitted an order and payed for it in full. I laughed the thought that in three days they would cast my spell. The next three days went by fast till Friday came. I heard a peep coming from my inbox it was a weird email from them.

The email was highlighted in gold and it said ordered spell has been cast. I opened it and a in a simple red sentence said look for results in the next two weeks. I rolled my eyes as I deleted the email and went back to work. On Monday the strangest thing happened my neighbor Billy actually noticed me.

He did not just say the usual hello and other pleasantries. He was willingly and actually stopping in front of me. He offered his hand out for a firm shake and giving me a smile in return. On Tuesday he actually stopped again and he started conversation with me. On Wednesday he smiled at me and waved me down.

“Um are you going to be near here around one o’clock? I really want to speak of you about something is that ok? He asked me anxiously and I agreed hesitantly as I forgot about the spell. Hours later at one o’clock we met at the agreed area and we sat down. In a weird but serious voice he told about his dreams about me.

He told me that at first it was just us in his dreams and how he loved them. Then his wife started to also have the same dream and they were identical dreams. He said I was the first guy he ever found attractive and his wife thought I was cute too. He pushed his hand out under the table and grabbed mind. He said they both wanted to talk about this and see what I had to say.

“I am extremely interested in both of you but I need to really confess something. I had someone cast a spell to find me a couple to date and be with longterm. I am also a hypnotist, into lifestyle bdsm and want a slave couple.” I saw how perplexed he was by my sheer words. I smiled as I got up from the table and started to walk away.

I left the building but before I could walk further he grabbed my arm. “Are you leaving me just like that?” He said angrily. “I just was reacting to...I mean I thought you were not interested.” I said as I moved on. “Actually I am I was just shocked your words and our dreams were not that different.”He said to me. Billy invited me over to meet his wife for dinner and talk this over.

The next morning I woke up and left my new apartment. It was my day off and I promised them I would spend it with them. After a few months we decided to have our own poly commitment ceremony.Here they are waiting for me and I’ll just say this ain’t love grand.

[franeridart]

hey I hope you're happy (since you obviously deserve it)

!!!!!!!!!! Thank you??? I hope you’re happy too, anon!!!

Anon said:Wow Tetsutetsu and Kaminari like a couple? Really? Ok, that is interesting, but I don’t know if it is possible. Why do you put them together?

I mean, it’s a crack ship, being possible isn’t really its point haha they’re not supposed to make much sense, as far as canon goes? If I remember right they do come from the same prefecture, so maybe they knew of each other/ knew each other before UA, but as far as I’m concerned my interest in the ship comes from the quirk compatibility, really. It’s nothing I put much thought into, and I do have many ships for both of them I like better, but the idea of the two of them together is fun so why not

Anon said:The kamitetsu was really cute!!! It was also really super cute when two people spoke at the same time/had the same thought you mixed their colors!!! That was honestly a very nice touch and cute! I love your art it makes me so happy!

AHHHHH THANK YOU!!!!!! And I’m glad you liked that, for a while I thought mixing the colors like that was gonna make it confusing hahaha

Anon said:Just stopped by to say your artwork makes me so incredibly happy, and always improves my day!! I hope you have a great rest of the year because you deserve it!! Thank you for everything you do!

Sob thank you so much for taking the time to send this message!!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!

Anon said:I’m sorry for clogging your inbox with this (you don’t have to write back), but wanted to say I hope you feel better real soon and also to say thank you (so very much!!) for sharing your art. Selfish of me to say so, but it really really has cheered me up after a bad day. Lots of love to you!

I’m!!!! So happy I could help you feel better, anon!!!!! I hope your day is going 100x better, right now!!!! And thank you for the well wishes ;u;

Anon said:have you thought about this or what do you think about it?: Tokoyami / Mina ?

Never thought about it before, actually :O but why not? I’m not sure they’d work as far as personalities go, but they’re definitely aesthetically pleasing next to each other! Their designs work well together haha

Anon said:*Climbs out of the chimney, covered in soot and very disgruntled* I’ll have you know, good sire. *Tips hat.* That I just read the entirety of the Dgray man because of your laven art. And I- *Dabs at eyes, voice cracking* -am having more feelings than I ever wanted.

AAAHHHHHH I’M SORRY FOR THE UNWANTED FEELS but I’m??? so glad you decided to check the manga out????????????? I hope you liked it oh g o d that manga is my life !!!

Anon said:This isn’t like a “secret request for a drawing” but don’t you think there needs to be a hug between Deku and All Might somewhere in the manga?!? I mean c'mon, Deku cries at the drop of a hat, someone give the boy a hug! Plus, I feel like All Might is a kind of father figure for Deku!! Sorry, I just needed to get that out XD. Love your artwork though!! My heart skips a beat at the sight of it. And my love for Baku and Kiri has been extended.

We actually had one tho!

an heartbreaking moment I 100% understand why you’d remove from your memory tbh, I cried, I’m still crying

Anon said:OOF i love your OCs..

Anon said:Heyyy I just wanted to say that I love your art with all my heart and the cat person/dog person one was so lovely.. I’m weak to kiribaku with animals.

So am I anon aaahhhhh !!!!!!!!! and thank you so so so so so much!!!!

Anon said:Just curious… do you have a personal favorite of your own art that you’ve posted?

Hmmmm not really, but if I had to pick one it’d be this one (which… does say something about my process and how to make it better……..) (a something I’m willingly ignoring) anyway usually what I’m the most satisfied with is the last thing I’ve posted haha

Anon said:Your art style brings out Kirishima’s adorableness even more. Holy heck I love how cute he is when you draw him. (And Bakugou and the rest of the kids too!)

THANK YOU!!!!!! I think it might be because I find him so incredibly cute, so I try to portray just how cute I think he is the most hahaha I’m glad I’m managing that well enough!!!!

Anon said: Hello~ Sending some love because you deserve it! I was having a shitty day (as always for me these days) and saw your Baku and Kiri cat & dog art and instantly felt a little better. My heart always feels lifted, and a smile replaces my tears, when I see your beautiful art! Even the kinda sad ones. If my heart hurts a bit from the sad arts, at least it’s because of the love expressed in the piece, and not heartache from personal things. Thank you, as always, for sharing your work.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you for the kind words oh my god!!!!!! ;O;

Anon said:IS BAKU WEARING A RED RIOT SHIRT AND DOES THE DOG HAVE A RED RIOT PAULDRON COLLAR AND IS KIRI WEARING A BAKU SHIRT

YES TO ALL OF IT!!!!!! :D

Anon said:i just want to tell you i’m now 10000 times gayer than i was before i’m blushing so much at your latest bakushima art… it’s sososo Good, i love you

:O thank you!!!!! I love you lots too!!!!

Anon said: I see you ship Bakugo and Kiri together. Why do you ship them? Just wondering cause i love hearing why people ship certain people. P.S: i soooooooo ship them as well.

God, that’s one hard question to answer easily - I somewhat talked about it here? tho it was more specifically about why chapter 90 kills me haha but yeah to sum it up I’d say that my favorite ship for Kirishima is Bakugou because I think he’s the one that understands Kirishima best, the one that’s been there the most for him when Kirishima needed it, the one that always knows what to say to him and the one Kirishima holds onto when he needs strength, he’s the one that’s shown the most concern for Kirishima and the only one that’s actively done something to make him feel better when Kirishima needed it. He’s the one Kirishima gravitates towards the most and the one Kirishima shows most sides of himself to, too. And my favorite ship for Bakugou is Kirishima because Kirishima’s the only one that actually tries to see behind Bakugou’s anger, the one that since the start looked at him rage and saw a teen in pain, the only one that actually knows how to talk to him and the only one that doesn’t even need to try, he’s just naturally Bakugou’s perfect match in personality. He’s the one that likes Bakugou as he is, for what he is, not part of him but all of him, completely. He’s the one that’d risk his life for Bakugou no questions asked, and he’s the one Bakugou’s the most willing to spend time with, the one Bakugou talks to and shares with and accepts help from. 

I like the relationship they share with each other the most out of every other relationship they have with other characters because they’re comfortable with one another and care for one another in an active way, do everything they can to make sure the other is happy and safe. Because they’re each other’s strength and greatest ally and best friend. I like that they’re aware of each other, that they know each other, that they like each other - not in a subtext kind of way, but in an obvious, on screen, there-was-a-chapter-in-which-that-was-actually-spelled-out way. I like how Kirisihima always knows what’s up with Bakugou, and I like how he’s the proxy to go to when people don’t know where Bakugou is, and I like that he always knows. I like that it’s implied they spend a lot of time alone together. I like that Kirishima said that Bakugou has a broken way of talking, but he isn’t a bad guy and he can’t say he dislikes how Bakugou tends to make enemies left and right, and I like that Bakugou took his hand and smiled at him. I like that Bakugou never yells at him and always calls him by name and never ignores him, and I like that Kirishima calls him out on his rudeness but still likes him and supports him and follows him. I like their relationship the most because it’s the most important relationship for either of them, because it’s healthy and equal and happy, and I ship it because seeing it as romantic from where they stand now, to me, isn’t a huge step at all

And I like this ship above any other ship, even above the ships with other characters that share similar relationships as far as support and love goes, because they’re fun, and rowdy, and bright and loud and dynamic, and I have fun thinking about them interacting more than I have fun thinking about anyone else. And because they’re separately my favorite characters, and I think together they’d be the happiest they could ever manage, and I really, really want that for both them. To be happy with the person that understands them the most and loves and supports them the most, and with whom they can be the most comfortable and open and at peace. I think they could be home to each other, really. They’re a pretty obvious ship, to me haha

Anon said:My dude! Have you seen the trailer for the new Guillermo del Toro movie? Shape of water? It has some similarities to your shark kiri au!

I’ve read some things, yeah :O hadn’t really linked it to the AU tho, that’s an interesting observation !!!!

Anon said:the RR on baku’s wristband is for Red Riot, i assume? :)

YESSSS I tend to dress Bakugou in Red Riot merch a lot hahaha

Anon said:FRAN oml those bakugous??? Are amazing???? I love love love the lines so much they look so good and clean and sharp and I don’t have words but they’re just so so good the poses are amazing and ahhhhhh you did??? So good?? I feel like you’re constantly improving so much it’s amazing ahhhhhh I’m so in love w ur style I !!! Hope ur having a lovely day!!! Bless you

THANK!!!! YOU!!!! SO MUCH!!!!!!! Holy shit I’m crying !!!!!!! g o ds o

Anon said:Hi! I’m new to the BNHA fandom, and really love your art! I’m just starting to get into BakuShima and TodoDeku too, but just a couple days ago I read you say that MomoJirou are also pretty obvious about their gayness, including one time you saying you’re completely sure Kirishima and Jirou have a crush on those two canonically and, could I ask you to explain this to me? I’m all about it, this is not a complain! I just want to know more about them, thank you!

I wouldn’t say they’re canonically into them, but I do feel like, if I were to point someone they might be romantically into, that’s who I’d point to hahaha but yeah Jirou and Momo! They haven’t appeared much in canon so after all there isn’t too much behind the ship, more for shortage of scenes than anything else, but Jirou tends to blush a lot around Momo, she’s really protective of Momo, she’s pointed out how cute Momo is on more than one occasion, and their friendship is seriously cute - they’re always together? And when they’re not Jirou gravitates towards Momo a lot, you see her in the background waving at Momo or walking towards Momo really really often - of course all of these things can (and most probably are) just proofs of their being best friends! But it’s a good relationship I love a lot, which is why I ship it~

#fran answers #i had let the asks pile up again #oh well #thank you guys so much btw #so many nice words !!!!!!!!!! #sometimes i feel really undeserving haha but im happy i can give you a moment of happiness with my doods #it means the world to me #<3 #also there's blabbering about baku*hima in this one #and ofc tetsu and kami #and also jiro an momo ? so #ship ask #and oc thngs too #sorta? #it's just a dood whatever #anonymous

[benedictsvestcollection]

How about karen and frank going on a date and just doing semi normal people things because they are not normal tbh 💖

Sorry this took so long to get to nonnie, I forgot this was in my inbox. Whoops. But have some Kastle domestic fluff.

Around Christmas Frank had gone to see Karen. They had spent a casual Christmas together. Frank had made them Spaghetti and they had drank wine and watched movies together. 

New Year’s Eve, Karen had been invited to a party Trish was hosting. But Karen opted out to spend it with Karen. Much to Frank’s delight. (Though, he’d never admit that to anyone.) Once again, it had been a casual evening. Takeout and watching the ball drop on TV. 

Late January rolled around and Frank and Karen had settled into a familiar routine, some would say they were dating. Not Frank of course, but they certainly acted like a couple that were dating. Frank would cook her meals, and text her while she was at work. Karen always made sure that he was going to Curtis’ meetings and they would cuddle on the couch or even spend the night in her bed. 

Karen receives a text on Thursday afternoon. 

[text: Karen] You busy tomorrow night?

[text: Pete] I might be. ;-)

[text: Karen] Wanna go out?

Karen paused at that. Was Frank asking her out on an actual date? She hadn’t expected that. But she wasn’t complaining, she was actually blushing at the idea of going on a date with Frank.

[text: Pete] It just so happens that I’m free for you.

Frank chuckled at her teasing texts. 

[text: Karen] Great, I’ll pick you up at 6. You can dress casual if you want.

Karen smiled at his consideration, telling her she didn’t have to dress up if she wanted. 

Friday at 5pm rolled around and Karen actually left on time. Ellison of course, teased her. “Got a hot date Page?” He asked her. 

“Yup.” She told him with a grin and tucked her laptop into her bag and hoisted it up her shoulder. 

“Wait.... Really? Wow..... Good for you Page.” He told her with a chuckle and then left. 

Karen rushed home and stared at her closet. She was so used to wearing pencil skirts and blouses. And Frank typically saw her in those. Should she be more casual?  

Finally, she decided on skinny jeans, flat knee high boots, a blue sweater and a coat over all of it for warmth. By the time she was finishing up her makeup and brushing out her curls, a knock sounded at her door.

She smiled and went to the door. “Hey.” She breathed out with a grin as she greeted him excitedly. 

Frank didn’t take her eyes off of her when she opened the door for him. “Hey yourself.” He returned and smiled at her as he handed her a small bouquet of white roses and red tulips. “These are for you.” He handed them to her. 

“Thank you.” She told him with a soft smile and took them from her as he kissed her cheek and she set them on her counter. “Ready to go?” She asked him.

“Only if you are.” He told her with a smile. 

“Yeah I am.” She told him and tugged her coat on as Frank took her hand in his. 

“You look gorgeous by the way.” He told her after she locked up her door and headed outside. 

“Thanks.” She blushed at him. Taking him in, in his sweater and jeans and coat. “You look great too. You gonna tell me where we’re going?” She asked him teasingly.

“Dinner. And I thought a movie if you wanted.” He suggested. 

It was so domestic, so unlike them. And Karen liked that idea a lot. “Can I pick the movie?” She asked him with a grin as they walked down the street, letting Frank lead the way. 

“Yes ma’am you may.” He promised her with a kiss to her cheek and chuckled. 

They made their way to small, Mexican restaurant where they had Sangria and fell into an easy conversation since they already knew each other. They snuggled into one side of the booth as they ate their food and Karen told him she wanted to see the new Jumanji movie. 

“Yeah? You wanna see that? Not some romantic movie?” Karen scrunched her nose up at that.

“No way. This movie looks badass.” She insisted as Frank payed for dinner and he chuckled.

“My kinda girl.” He teased her and kissed her temple softly as they walked a few blocks to the movie theater and he bought their tickets for it. 

They both thoroughly enjoyed the movie and then Frank walked her back to her place. “Tonight was great, Frank.” She told her as she entered her apartment and tugged him inside with her. Frank willingly followed her inside without a word.

“I’m glad. Glad I finally asked you out on a date.” He told her and placed his hands on her hips as he tugged her to him with a smile. 

“I’m glad you did too.” She told him softly as she brought her forehead to his and wrapped her arms around his neck. 

He went a step further and bumped his nose against hers affectionately. “Sorry it took so long.” He muttered against her skin. 

She smiled at him.

He knew it was okay. He knew that she was incredibly patient with her. That she would have waited for him for years if necessary. He loved that about her. He finally, brushed his lips over hers and kissed her slow and sweet. 

After several moments, they pulled away and kept her forehead against his. “Stay over?” She asked him softly and chewed her bottom lip anxiously. 

“Always.” He told her with a smile and kissed her once more. 

#anon #asks #my writing #Kastle #Kastle fic #KastleLibrary #so much fluff #this doesn't feel that good to me #sorry it sucks nonnie? #IDK I feel 'meh' about my writing today #Anonymous

[lululeighsworld]

do you have any gunter headcanons? :o

Aaaaah first of all I have to apologize for taking so long to answer this ask!! This has been sitting in my inbox for at least a year and a half now but I couldn’t let it go unanswered! If I’m being honest, I have SO many Gunter headcanons, but they’re all over the place, so this past month I took the time to compile some!  This certainly isn’t all of my HCs, so if anyone is curious feel free to prompt me for more c:

Also spoiler warning for Revelation!! I’ll separate those HCs from the others under a readmore at the end of the post in case anyone is still trying to avoid spoilers.

I definitely HC that Gunter had the same lilac coloured hair when he was younger, seeing as that’s the colour which is passed down to Kana if you marry him! Also it’s just a really nice hair colour in general; can you imagine how handsome he would look? A gorgeous knight in shining armor that could sweep me off my feet any day ;)

Gunter befriended a big fluffy black cat during his stay in the Northern Fortress! He found the cat (still nameless at this point in time) out in the stables one cold day so he left a bit of food for it, which over a matter of weeks became a regular pattern. The cat eventually found its way indoors through an open window in the library, and it’s too stubborn to leave, so Gunter lets it come and go as it pleases. The cat only really likes Gunter, and curls up on his lap whenever he is reading in the library. It’s not a fan of any of the children since it’s kind of a crank and finds them too noisy. 

He has a really close relationship with his horse (named Sascha in all of my stories) and he’s always buying her sugar cubes for a treat since she works so hard. The Avatar learned how to ride with Sascha as she’s very calm and doesn’t scare away beginners.

Literally hand Gunter a crying baby while he’s sitting in a rocking chair and he will be able to calm them down. He is the army’s grandpa.

Ever since I discovered (from Kaze when you invite him to your Private Quarters) that the Avatar is a great piano player, I’ve HC that Gunter is the one who taught them how to play while he was watching over them. Don’t ask me how a piano ended up in the Northern Fortress, just imagine Gunter and the Avatar sitting on the piano bench together as he teaches them how to make beautiful music ;u;

Click below for more (beware of Revelation spoilers)!

Also as a note, @icemountaincomix​ and I brainstorm A LOT so anything marked (Taro) originally came from them and I’ve just accepted that HC as part of my mindset whenever thinking about Gunter.

(Taro) The only alcohol Gunter will willingly drink is beer, and he’s not exactly good at it. Despite his demeanor, I HC him as a lightweight (because it’s hilarious), but due to being the general of his platoon he often gets pressured into drinking contests whenever he and his troops stop at taverns. This is one reason why he doesn’t drink hard liquor; also he thinks wine tastes like sour grape juice.

(Taro) Gunter met his wife (her name is Lorah) when his platoon was traveling through the Duet Mountains (mentioned in Azura and Hayato’s supports)! It took many years for him to propose to her but they are absolutely the most sweetest couple and thinking about them being young and in love makes me cry. Please check out Taro’s fic to learn more! https://archiveofourown.org/works/11191767?view_adult=true 

When Katerina (Gunter’s child) was around 3ish years old she was totally fascinated with Gunter’s warhorse whenever he would have the chance to visit home. She wanted a horse of her own but since she was still too small Gunter had a wooden rocking horse crafted for her to play with until he could start giving her proper lessons ;v;

We never see Gunter’s bare hands, so I wonder if he still wears his wedding ring underneath all that armor. He still very much loves his first wife and is worried if he takes off his ring that would mean he’s admitting that she’s gone for good. He’s a bit hesitant telling either the Avatar (in Conquest) or the Summoner (in FEH) and while there are some confused feelings he’s finally glad to be able to talk about what happened with someone else.

(Taro) HE WAS GOOD BUDDIES WITH GARON BEFORE SH*T WENT DOWN!! Garon kind of encouraged Gunter to finally propose to Lorah and he also kind of suggested the name for Gunter’s daughter; ah how I love causing myself more pain.

#gunter #fire emblem fates #fe14 #fire emblem #gunter (fire emblem) #anonymous #headcanons #gunter (fates) #asks #i've felt incredibly guilty for not answering this SO FINALLY HERE IT IS #like i said there's probably way more HCs than this floating around my head but some aren't that elaborate #and others are incredibly self indulgent #anyways here we are i've done my duty now #gonna casually make a tag specifically for FE HCs in case i think of more that are worth sharing #fire emblem headcanons #fef #fef spoilers