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Shadows are to protect III

Alessia Russo x Putellas!Reader

Victoria Pelova x Putellas!Reader

shadows are to protect I, II, IV

summary~ Victoria has been nothing but good to you but somehow you find a way to ruin everything

You picked the dead plants up and carried them into your kitchen that was still covered in white flour. Surely you could bring them back to life right. They just needed a little more loving and they’d come back. A little water and some sunlight.

You were puzzled by Alessia’s reaction. She didn’t want you, she made that very clear. But why was she so upset about it. Okay yeah, you made sure to show her that you were over her, that you moved on. But she had a boyfriend, she shouldn't even care.

You took a good look at the plants, they were doomed. In some way they were just like humans. They needed to be taken care of, they need love, light and water. They can't survive on their own, at least not long. Some can, like a cactus. But even they can't remain alive like that forever.

You've been doing most things by yourself, until Alessia. She was your water and sun until she wasn't. And you had held yourself up after but you couldn't keep doing that forever so you'd gone to your sister and then Vicky came along. And Victoria didn't just give you water and sun, she took care of you. And maybe that was the difference between the two of your teammates. One cared for you and the other pretended to.

Victoria was there for you when you needed her and she actually liked being around you. Alessia loved the idea of you, she was there whenever she wanted you. Not when you wanted her. It was a hard pill to swallow but it was the truth. You've been romanticizing this idea of Alessia Russo, the goalscorer, the golden girl, the fucking winner.

And the fucking worst of it all was that you still cared for her.

You fell into a new routine in the upcoming weeks. Victoria insisted on driving you to training even though she was clumsy in her car, maybe even more than Alessia. She'd buy you coffee on the way to training and you'd kiss her thank you every time. It was nice, she was nice.

Victoria took you out on dates after games and you'd have little picnic dates after training. You'd make the food and she covered the drinks. The two of you would spent hours playing with puppy’s and talking. You loved the park.

Training was less enjoyable. You got dirty looks from a certain striker and especially when you were with Victoria. Alessia took it upon herself to make trainings a living hell for you. She tackled you harder than was necessary and was throwing you at the ground every chance she got. You were absolutely fucking done with it and so were your teammates.

“God, Alessia what has gotten into you!” Leah scolded the blonde when she made yet another unnecessary hard tackle. “Nothing, just a bad day.” she grumbled. But Leah knew it wasn’t a bad day, she’s been doing this to you for a long time now. “Whatever, keep that out of training okay. No need to injure our own players.” Leah told her. You rolled your eyes at her, why did she have to act like this.

It wasn’t until days later that you spoke Alessia again. She hadn’t reached out since that kiss with Vic. You didn’t try to text her, if she wanted to say something she should be the one reaching out to you.

Vic drove you to Viv and Beth’s house. They planned some kind of victory dinner before the national camps. You were actively trying to get more along with the team since Victoria was close with most of the girls and you knew she’d love it for you if you got closer with them. Viv was like family for her so you tried your best to put your awkward self away to attend a team dinner.

Everything was going fine, Beth welcomed you in and Rona and Myle were happy to see you too. The dinner was amazing, since Viv cooked it for you. It’s been a while since you had a home made meal so it was nice. There were people all over their house talking and eating, it was kind of like team hang outs you had in Barcelona.

Looking around, in search of a Dutch girl’s eyes your eyes caught those of an English player. Her blues were drilling into you. It was hard to ignore the feeling of someones eyes on you, so you didn’t. You stared right back at her and the only reaction you got was a huff and some eye rolling. Jesus, what did she want.

You got up, ready to pour yourself another drink. “Vicky, you want another drink?” you asked the brunette. She was in a conversation with Teyah so she shook her head no. You walked towards their kitchen. The chaotic noise of conversations was still somewhat on the background but the quieter space was still nice.

Filling your wine glass with some water, something Caitlin would take the mick out of later, you leaned into the wall.

You were somewhat in peace until someone bumped into you. Your eyes shot open, “What the fuck?” you groaned. Blue eyes stared back at you, totally unimpressed. “What? Can’t take a little push, just like in training. Grow up man.” Alessia rolled her eyes.

Now you were getting mad. She’s been the one telling you to fuck off, how you were clingy and that she didn’t want you. “What is your fucking problem. I’ve done nothing to you, i stopped bothering you right? Just like how you wanted.” you placed your glass on the counter.

Alessia took a step towards you. “Yeah so you got with my best friend to get back at me. You’re so fucking selfish.” she huffed out.

“Joder, I didn’t do anything to you! I’ve let you do your thing with your boyfriend. I didn’t say anything to anyone about us, just how you’d like that right. I was just your dirty little secret no one should know about.” you walked out. But she captured your wrist before you could take another step.

“I broke up with him weeks ago and when i wanted tell you i saw you.. with Victoria. I wanted to say sorry but then you seemed like you didn’t want it anymore.” she whispered carefully.

It was hard to believe she wanted you, especially after what she had said to you. “Don’t say that, you don’t want to be with me. You made that very clear.” you turned around. Alessia’s brows were knitted together and her eyes were getting glossy. But she did that every time. And every time she got what she wanted, you in her bed by the end of the night. And after, she told you those lies all over again. How she didn’t want you, how nobody could ever want you and the next Saturday she’d look at you with those eyes and you’d fall for it all over again. It wasn’t healthy.

“Alessia, don’t.” you looked at her. But she didn’t take that for an answer and took your head in her hands like she’d done on some many other evenings. But those evenings were in one of your houses, where nobody could see. Her lips touched yours and you didn’t pull away, not fast enough.

You heard someone clear their throat and that pulled you out of your trance. You opened you eyes and saw Vic standing there with an empty glass in hand. “I- i uh i was just getting something to drink but..” her voice trembled.

“Vicky. Vic, i’m sorry but it’s not what you think it is.” you got out of Alessia’s grasp but Victoria was faster. She picked her keys up from the dinner table and walked out of the door.

Alessia watched the scene play out in front of her and placed her hand on your shoulder. You pushed her hand off of you. “Fucking look what you did Alessia! I don’t want you okay, you’re confusing me and i don’t need that. I just want someone that loves me as much as i love them and you clearly don’t” you breathed out. The tears had found an escape in the corners of your eyes and they traveled down your cheeks. You wiped them away angrily and walked out of the door.

Why couldn’t Alessia just leave you alone. You were finally getting along with everyone, you found your person, football was going good but she just couldn’t let you be. You’ve hurt Victoria, the only person that cared about you enough to be there for you.

You took your phone out of your back pocket and called her. No answer.

“Vicky, lo lamento. I didn’t want that. I only want you and our picnic dates, your weird movie choices and your clumsiness. I’m so so sorry. I will explain everything if you give me the chance. Ik hou van jou.” you spoke.

You knew she never listened to her voicemail but it was worth a shot. Maybe she’d listen to it. You had to leave for camp tomorrow and somehow that felt worse than your situation here. You had to pretend everything was fine and you were thriving at Arsenal like always. And you had to leave Victoria, that just wasn’t fair. You don’t get the chance to make it right.

And even though you don’t have a choice in leaving, you want to stay, or even better, disappear.

A/N i don’t know what i’m writing anymore. It seems like the story is only getting more angsty and there has to be another part. Should r just disappear and move or something?

#shadows are to protect #woso fanfics #woso community #arsenal wfc #woso x reader #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo #engwnt #barca femeni #victoria pelova x reader #victoria pelova #barca women #espwnt #alexia putellas x reader

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archangeldyke-all · 1 month

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Imagine Sevika and reader going at it, reader riding Sevika and then all of a sudden sevikas phone rings and it’s Silco and she knows she HAS to answer it. So instead of pulling out she just makes reader pause her movements but that makes her pissed off so instead she waits until she half way into the call and just slowly goes back to riding her.

Sevika struggling to not moan or anything in the phone, glaring at reader who has this bratty smirk on her lips and once the calls done Sevika pins her and pounds the fuck outta her for being a brat saying things like

“You wanna get me in trouble huh?”

“want my fucking cock that bad?”

“My needy little, cumslut”

hehehehehehehehehe, gonna combine this with two more asks

Pregnant horny reader who is constantly ready to jump Sevika’s bones any chance she gets

hii i know youve written like the whole little fucker and reader and sev thing (trust me ive read all of them like 5 times) but i absolutely need more pregnant reader i have such a strange obsession with it. ofc if u dont want too that fine i love your work so much xoxo <3

men and minors dni

at seven months pregnant, you've gotten pretty used to being uncomfortable.

your feet and ankles are almost always swollen. you always have to pee, even when you're sitting on the toilet. your tits are sore more often than not, you run out of breath walking from the kitchen to the bedroom, and you're so round that you've had to stop sitting on the couch-- once you sit down on the soft cushions, you can never find the momentum to get back up.

so, yeah. you're pretty used to being uncomfortable.

but what you're not used to is the hormone induced, near constant, horniness you've been experiencing in the past few weeks.

you're fucking ravenous. you can't get enough. if you're not going to the bathroom to pee or doing your pre-natal yoga, you're riding sevika's face or shoving a vibrator down your pants.

you're honestly getting kind of annoyed with it-- just wishing you could have a moment's peace without feeling the need to dry hump the nearest firm surface, but sevika's been thrilled. for the first time in your relationship, you're the one wearing her out in bed.

you would worry a bit that you're too much for her or that she's only reciprocating your advances so often because your pregnant, but then you get her between her legs and see the awed, honored, slightly goofy look on her face as she takes care of you and you realize you've got nothing to worry about at all.

all this is to say-- you guys have been fucking a lot.

and it's been getting in the way of things, sometimes.

like right now, for example.

you'd woken up from your midday pregnancy nap horny like always. you'd had a dream about your wife, something vague and sensual involving her hands on your hips and her lovely raspy voice in your ear, and you wanted to find her and make that dream come true. you found her on the sofa, looking delicious as she lounged, one hand tucked into the waistband of her boxers, the other holding her phone. it took one second of eye contact for her to figure out what you wanted, a sly smile spreading across her face as she patted her lap.

so you crawled on top of her and started riding her into the couch.

it was going great. you had sevika's cock inside you, her lips against your ear, whispering dirty words to you, her nails digging into your ass and nails, and just as you were about to cum, her phone started ringing.

"you better not answer that." you say between huffs and puffs as you catch your breath. sevika cringes, guiltily. "sevika!" you scold as you watch your wife reach over for her phone.

"it's silco, it's a work call!" she whines. you glare at her, your legs shaky as you try to get off her lap. she gasps. "don't leave!" she says, pulling you back down to sit on her cock. you both moan.

"sevika i'm so fucking horny i'm going to cry if i don't cum in the next ten minutes."

"just give me thirty seconds babe, then we can get back to it." she promises, pulling you forward to rest your head against her shoulder as her other hand answers her phone.

she takes a deep breath, then speaks. "hey, boss." she says, completely casually, like she's not balls deep inside of you right now.

it's equal parts hot and frustrating. hot, because sevika's so good at controlling herself it drives you fucking crazy, and frustrating because the one time sevika's not supposed to be in control is when she's inside of you. she's supposed to be a whiny, babbling, eager mess-- not mrs. professional all cool calm and collected.

you huff, and start nibbling at the tendon in her throat. sevika's thighs tense under yours, but she doesn't make a sound.

"we can't do eight, we gotta stay under six." sevika says into her phone. you can hear the familiar sound of silco's voice muffled against sevika's ear.

you reach down to start rubbing your clit, a breathy sigh escaping your lungs as you clench around sevika's cock. she jolts, her free hand smacks your ass hard, and you have to muffle a giggle when you hear silco on the phone ask, "what was that?"

"nothing." sevika responds. "i'm outside, a car hit a pothole." she lies. you laugh again. silco seems to buy her lie, and he continues chattering. you continue rubbing your clit and grinding against your wife.

sevika suddenly pulls you away from her neck with a firm hand on the back of your neck, and she glares at you.

you snort, your free hand coming down to gently pat your pregnant belly-- the ultimate get out of trouble free card for you these days. sevika's eyes soften immediately, and the second they do, you begin to pick up your pace, bouncing on her cock while you continue to stroke your clit.

smacking sounds start filling the room, and sevika's breath starts quickening. her eyes drop to your tits, pupils wide and hypnotized as she watches them sway.

over the phone, silco shouts. "sevika!? are you listening to me?"

"fuck, i'm listening, i'm listening." she groans. "fuckin'... tell them five and a half is our final offer." she grunts.

it's all greek to you. you're much more interested in the breathy way her words are coming out than the words themselves.

you want to make her whine-- that pretty high pitched whine she likes to make for you when your riding her like this. so you snake one hand under her t-shirt to start palming her tits, and just when she opens her mouth to talk to silco again, you pinch her nipple. hard.

"aa-ah!" sevika squeals. you grin, sevika glares, and silco groans on the other line. "i gotta go silco i'll call you back in twenty minutes." sevika rushes out.

she throws the phone to the end of the couch, not bothering to hang up, and you can hear silco's annoyed response.

"you two have fun. disgusting."

then, the dial tone.

you begin to giggle, only for your laughs to get caught in your throat when sevika flips the two of you over, pinning you to the couch beneath her as she grabs your wrists and pins them above your head.

for a second, she only looks at you. it's like she can't decide if she's angry or horny or just admiring at you. you try your best to appear innocent, batting your eyelashes at her and lifting your hips up so you can brush your pregnant stomach against her washboard abs.

she softens a bit at the touch, and a smile blooms on her face.

"such a fuckin' cumslut you can't even wait for five minutes?"

you gasp, your eyes rolling back in your skull and your cunt clenching at her words. sevika hums, satisfied by your reaction.

"y-y-you're the one who d-did this to me." you whine. sevika's smile only grows.

"you're damn fucking right i did." sevika growls as she beings to fuck you again. you groan, and sevika leans down to kiss your lips.

she pulls away only to gasp, then she dodges your puckered lips to press her lips against your ear. she stumbles on her first word, because her action launched you back to your dream, and you clenched around her cock so hard she whimpered halfway between syllables.

"in-ah-insatiable, aren't you?" she growls. "i should just keep you pregnant all the fuckin' time, huh? all leaky and needy for my cock-- makin' a fuckin fool of yourself just to have me."

"sevika--"

"yeah, baby?"

"i'm gonna fucking cum." you whine. sevika chuckles in your ear.

"i bet you are."

she bites your earlobe, her hips continuing their relentless pace, and you wrap your legs around her waist.

"a-are you?" you whimper.

"fuck, yeah."

"inside me?" you beg. sevika shivers, gives you one solid thrust and a whimper, and you cum. "sevika!" you cry. sevika grunts in response, chasing her own orgasm as you fall apart beneath her. "sevika, sevika-- breed me, cum inside me, fill me up, you fuck me so good, i love you so much, you-- oh!"

sevika sinks her teeth into your shoulder as she cums, growling and shaking on top of you.

the only reason she doesn't collapse is because you're belly's between the two of you. instead, she rolls to the side and tumbles off the bed.

you burst into giggles, turning on your side to smile down at your wife who's grinning up at you as she catches her breath.

"i love you so much." you sigh. sevika hums, reaching up to take your hand in hers. she kisses your knuckles.

"i love you, baby."

"...we should probably send silco flowers or something." you say.

sevika bursts into laughter.

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cheesit-notes · 8 months

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Simon Riley + Hand Kisses

tags: kissing obviously, ptsd for simon basically, gn!reader, overthinking simon, simon getting violent at one point, a/n: sorry i was gone for a week! i want to say i worked on stuff but ive been busy with things and this was the only thing i did. im not all that happy with the time to result ratio of this tbh but i love the idea of Simonand hand kisses so enjoy!

Ghost who cannot stand any and all kinds of intimate touches. he doesn’t like intimate touches. no, actually, he loathes those touches. it reminds him of a time he’d really rather forget. there’s no way to really kiss him without having to slowly practice. underneath the mask, he’s nothing more than the emotionally scarred, vulnerable Simon Riley who went through far too much for any human.

the first time both of you technically kissed, you had asked if you could kiss him, he said yes because you looked like you wanted it so badly. the two of you stood awkwardly in his barracks. he’s wondering if he should’ve changed clothes earlier, he just got back and was still in his uniform, probably smelled fowl, but you didn’t say a word. ah, he thought he could handle it. he really did. but to kiss was a lot easier said than done. and he’ll never fully forgive himself for shoving you away slamming you against the wall, and he was choking you. he didn’t actually hit you, you tell him that everyday, but the fact he fully intended to hit you for the moment scared him. plagued with the thought that he truly was no different from his father; he could barely look at you for the weeks following that, much less talk to you. no, he refused to do so much as to stand near you; petrified he wouldn’t snap out of it in time, terrified he’d hurt you.

months later, he asked if it’s alright to try again. the kissing thing, you know? it was months after the previous attempt, you and Simon had already reconciled, as much as possible anyways, so the question left you a little confused. you were happy to, but only if he was really ready. and he said he was, he swore it. although.. looking at you, thinking back about the previous attempt, made him anxious. but he already said he would. so he should? he should stick to his words, right? youd probably think hes a coward. god, a man shouldnt be a coward. and he cant be a coward. and all these thoughts ran through his mind. he doesnt realize he’s zoned out and that you’re staring at him with a concerned look on your face. its not until you decide to speak does he snap back.

“are you sure you want to do this?”

he’s not even sure what to respond. what did he want? he’s only really thought about what you wanted. it’s not like his wants really mattered in his eyes.

“you know, we don’t have to do this. we can still have a perfectly fine relationship without–”

“no! absolutely, no, we.. we have to kiss.”

he insisted, almost yelling like he’s afraid he wouldn’t be heard. and that you’d leave him because you’d think he couldn’t kiss you, because he couldn't give you of a normal relationship. and you deserved it. you deserved a normal relationship with someone who could give you what you wanted. and god, he wishes he were normal.

anyone could tell he was agitated. honestly, it isn’t easy for you. you could tell he wouldn’t handle it well if you kissed him directly. but if you didn’t then he’d isolate himself, thoughts spiralling like a roller coaster in his mind, and you couldn’t be sure when or where the ride ended. so, grab his hands, hold them in yours, and plant a gentle kiss on each. you hold his hands, looking into his eyes, and for what felt like hours, the two of you stayed put like that. until Simon told you to leave.

it caught you off guard, you’re a little taken back. but respecting his wishes, you leave the room. not even a minute after you leave, Simon slumps against the wall, he can’t stop the hot, burning tears from falling. maybe it was how soft your lips felt against his caloused hands or how careful you were with him, how you knew that he likely wouldn’t react well to either choice and yet you made the perfect one.

Simon Riley who sometimes holds your hand, silently hoping you’d kiss his hand again. he likes it when you give each knuckle a peck. if you bent down on one knee, you’d look like a knight kissing the princess’ hand, and Johnny would say this whenever he saw the chance. Simon Riley who still isn’t ready to kiss you directly, but he’s slowly working on it. Simon Riley who will probably learn to like different types of kisses, but right now, he's smitten over you and your hand kisses that make him feel oh so loved.

next time he holds your hand, give him a kiss, will you?

#cod mw2 #cod mw2 x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #lieutenant ghost #cod mw ghost #hand kisses #mmmm yes #cheesy likes cod?!

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ifimdreaming · 4 months

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its all my fault

quinn hughes x reader || angst

authors note: sorta rewrote this but i still dont love it. mild cw: alcohol, fighting, toxic relationship protrayed

word count: 1.6k

“why do you act like ive never told you this bothers me? Every single time you go out, you stay all night and get drunk, and then come home at 4am and act oblivious as to how I could possibly be upset at you.” you say knowing that talking to him in this state is like arguing with a brick wall.

Without answering you, Quinn stumbles around the apartment discarding clothes from his body on his way towards the bathroom, and you watch as they fall carelessly to the floor.

It wasnt like this was an everyday occurrence, but it was happening more and more often and you knew it was getting worse. In the beginning of your relationship the two of you used to go out together. Always together.

And it wasnt that you didnt like going out anymore, it was just that you didnt like the way he acted when you went out with him. So you stopped going. It was the same everytime. Always getting drunk whether you were drinking or not and never caring about spending any time with you at all. It was always about making himself feel good. Or maybe just to feel nothing.

To be honest you didnt know why he was drinking to the point of complete and utter insensibility, and it hurt you the first time you brought it up to him. It was over dinner and he insisted you both finish a second bottle of wine. Again. On a thursday night;

“Why dont we just save it for the weekend? I dont mind having a glass or two over dinner, but it seems unnecessary to be drinking so much on a weekday, no?” you say cautiously.

Your boyfriend is sitting across from you with a hazy look in his eyes. you watch him fiddle with the bottle of wine as he places it on his lap momentarily. His left hand is around the throat of the bottle as he begins anxiously picking at the cork with his right hand.

“Are you insinuating something?” Quinn says without making eye contact.

His eyes stay peering down at the bottle in his lap as he speaks, then at your both empty glasses that are sat across from each other at the table and you can feel the heat in your cheeks intensifying.

“Im just trying to look out for you..its not that i d-” you start but are quickly cut off by your half-drunk boyfriend.

“Then whyd you bring it up? What does the day of the week have to do with it?” He says with a mocking tone.

Quinn didnt raise his voice. He never would. But honestly what he said caught you off guard. It wasnt that you were scared of him, you were just worried about what he was doing to himself, his career, his relationship with you, his future - so many things were running through your head.

You knew it was all getting worse too, and it was hard for you to admit it to yourself because you knew he was refusing to admit it himself. His absolute defensiveness is what you knew would be the hardest wall to tear down.

“Forget it. Lets just finish dinner, ok?” you say picking up your fork and trying to just forget the whole conversation. You hoped he would just forget about the alcohol altogether but deep down you knew it would be brought up again.

Following after him seemed like the most daunting task in the world right now. It was like living with a teenager at this point. And you knew it wasnt your job to take care of him. You wouldnt put up with that.

But its been weeks, and here you are. Putting up with it.

“Quinn, we need to talk about this. Can you come out here?” you say as you begin down the hall to find him.

Although you say this calmly, as you walk further down the hallway you can hear him vomiting on the other side of the bathroom door and your anger suddenly intensifies. It makes you cringe hearing the sounds of his booze emptying into the toilet. Mostly because of how much it frustrated you how often this occurred.

Regardless of the state he was in when he walked in the front door, you knew once he was done throwing up his guts, he would be sober enough to talk to you at least 70% sensibly.

Waiting was the worst part. Recalling all of the other nights he came home in this state. Fearing he’ll completely ignore your attempts to talk this through. Worrying this might end up the night he finally lands himself in the hospital.

After hearing silence for more than a minute you softly knock on the bathroom door.

“Just give me a fucking minute… Please?” Quinn says with a growl in his voice that he softly lets up as he speaks, knowing he shouldnt be talking to you that way.

You want to walk away so badly, but manage to stand your ground.

“Im waiting right here.” you say proudly, but also, defeatedly.

Honestly you didn't understand how you had so much patience this late at night.

Finally Quinn opens the door. He slowly walks out towards you and looks terrified to face you. You didnt want your relationship to be this way. The overarching feeling of dread lingering over the both of you.

“Can you just try and understand where im coming from?” You begin to say,

“Just put yourself in my perspective.” You add quietly.

His eyes were clearly tired and you could see them gently squinting as he stares at your lips. Trying desperately to comprehend every word coming out of your mouth.

Maybe he wasnt getting it. Maybe he genuinely didnt understand how big of a toll his drinking has taken on your relationship - On your lives.

“Its not that easy.” He says in a whisper, matching his tone with yours.

“Ok?... Its not easy? I know its not that easy.” you try to hold back the disgust in your voice as you say this, but fail.

You close your eyes and air lets out from your nose in disapproval. You cant help it. Under communicating was what Quinn did best. He knew exactly how to piss you off and it was working right off the bat.

“Are you going to let me explain or are you just gonna keep up the disappointed girlfriend act?” Quinn says as he looks at you through the doorway of the bathroom, leaning his shoulder on the wall.

He watches you as you uncross your arms, trying to appear open to whatever he is going to say next. But he stays silent which infuriates you even more.

“Go ahead Quinn! Its about goddamn time you explain yourself!” you knew yelling is not the right approach but just couldnt contain your frustration any longer.

Quinn takes a step towards you and you can tell he is desperately holding himself back from just giving up on this conversation altogether.

He runs his hands through his hair, holding himself back from his anger and looks utterly defeated. And suddenly it is really hard to be angry at him. You can tell he has no idea how to express himself to you in this moment.

You were scared if you got any closer to him you would just hold him and never let go.

“I dont know whats wrong with me… I dont want to make excuses to you because i know you can see right through my bullshit.” Quinn begins and his voice wavers, “But i dont know whats wrong.” He repeats.

His eyes are bloodshot and glossy as he peers into yours.

“Its unforgivable. How ive treated you? Its horrible. makes me feel like shit to think about that.” He says.

His apology of sorts made you sad. You felt sorry for him, but mostly you wondered how much of this he'll remember in the morning.

You fight back tears as you continue looking at him without a word. You were afraid if you spoke it would open up the flood gates of your tears and you didnt want that.

Quinn scans your face looking for any clue whatsoever as to what you could be thinking before he brings his gaze back to your eyes. You couldn't stand the prolonged eye contact any longer so you look down at his fingers and watch as he begins to pick at his cuticles, his anxiety clearly getting the better of him.

His hands are red and calloused and the only thing you can focus on. Suddenly the urge to hold them takes over.

You walk towards him and grab his hands in yours. Quinn immediately accepts your touch. He steps even closer towards your body and rests his chin at the top of your head, your forehead resting lightly on his chest. And for some reason the simplicity of his embraces finally brings you to tears.

You sob into his chest and he grips the back of your neck tightly, your hair wrapping messily in his hand. His other hand wraps around your body, pulling you into a tight hug. The sounds of your sobbing fills the room and almost begins to embarrass you with how loud it is.

Your arms grasped Quinn so strongly it almost hurt you to hold him that tightly. Everything hurt. Your throat burned as you continued crying, your eyes stung from your mascara bleeding into them, your body was physically and mentally exhausted from staying up all night worrying about Quinn.

He was all you could think about and you really wouldn't be surprised if he was beginning to lose oxygen from your grip on him in this moment.

“Its all my fault. Everything.” Quinn chokes out and its then that you realize he is crying too.

He strokes your head gently and you let him console you.

But honestly you didn't know if allowing him to console you after being the reason for your pain was toxic or romantic.

#nhl #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #canucks lb #quinn hughes #vancouver canucks #canucks #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes imagine #hockeyblr

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alittlebitofloveliness · 11 days

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Could you do some modern day Soda headcanons please? I love him so much and I love your blog so much soooooo….

Ok so soda is tricky for me to write but I tried my best!!!

Modern Au Sodapop Headcanons

-Drinks every single energy drink imaginable. Rockstar? Like its water. Prime? For the plot. 5 hour energy? He’ll down it in five seconds. Darry is HORRIFIED.

-Is pretty enough he’s one of those people who becomes moderately famous on TikTok without having to really do much. His followers notice he’s always talking to someone off camera, and they’re desperate to find out who it is, but Soda only ever responds to comments with ‘oh that’s just Stevie, he doesn’t like TikTok’.

-Soda’s followers have a lot of theories about this ‘Stevie’. Soda is weirdly tight lipped about him, despite the fact he often breaks off mid rant in videos to talk to him. There’s also the fact that the rest of the gang is often around/in the background of videos, but the mysterious ‘Stevie’ never appears. (okok I’ll stop here before this becomes a Stevepop social media au)

-Regularly forgets to take his ADHD meds and Darry often has to remind him

-Would either have a hockey flow or a mullet (whatever y’all think, personally I think modern Soda with a hockey flow tracks with his character)

-One of those people who loves horror movies but is also completely terrified of even the dumbest ones and has to sleep with the lights on for weeks afterwards. Steve makes fun of him for it, but will also stay up on the phone with him if Soda watches one by himself and freaks himself out

-Has a million fidget spinners because they actually help him focus on stuff when he needs to

-Soda in modern AU wouldn’t call Ponyboy ‘kid brother’ as a nickname (don’t get me wrong, I love it but Ive never heard it used irl). Instead, I think him and Darry (and thus the rest of the gang) refer to Pony as ‘shrimp’ and Ponyboy absolutely hates it “where’s the shrimp” “he’s has track practice ‘till four, you of all people should know that Dar” (brought to you by me and my interactions with my own little brothers)

-The whole gang is super into video games, but Soda is kind of shit at them and lowkey grumpy about it

-Every teacher he’s ever had has done that thing where they expect him to be exactly like his older sibling, and therefore expect him to be a model student like Darry, and every time they are proven entirely wrong. By the time the same teachers see Ponyboy’s name on their class lists they’re terrified of what to expect

-He definitely had that horrible middle school boy stage where he just reeked of axe body spray and BO before he figured out proper hygiene

-Every two weeks him and Steve end up doing some sort of YouTube deep dive where they end up being convinced of some sort of wild conspiracy theory that Ponyboy and sometimes Darry have to spend three hours talking them out of

-Uses far too many emojis in texts

-He had a pet hamster once and you know that thing died in the most horrendous way imaginable. Two-bit probably farted into the cage at one point as a joke and the poor thing asphyxiated to death or some shit like that

-He’s that kid in group projects who does nothing and tanks the presentation for everyone by mispronouncing half the words on the slides some other group member made for him

-Him and Steve are so inseparable that when they’re not together people will be like ‘where’s your boyfriend’ and he just answers without thinking before flushing really hard and sputtering a bit.

-One of those people that casually catches snakes with his bare hands. Steve HATES it and Ponyboy is TERRIFIED of snakes so he gets in trouble with Darry if he does it too often or brings them near the house

#the outsiders #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #darry curtis #two bit mathews #headcanon #stevepop #sodapop x steve

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muzanswifey · 2 years

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Can I nsfw request headcannons of Dragon!Kagaya x Reader please? It’s fine if you ignore it!

Dragon!Kagaya x Fem!Reader

18+

Oooo this will be interesting 🤔 ive never done anything nsfw for kagaya before so lets give it a try

Warnings: Smut, dragon au, kagaya is still blind, handjobs, blowjobs, riding, cowgirl, knotting, creampie, thank-you sex

Unlike most dragons, he’s quite accustomed to human ways and is thoroughly educated on the differences of the two species

But that isn't to say he doesn't feel the same instincts and urges as all other dragons do

So when you wander into his cave one quiet night, the first thing he can even think of doing is keeping you there

He does everything he can to extend your stay, feeding you, letting you take a nice warm bath in one of the many hot springs that decorate his abode, warning you of the many dangers that lurk around at night, yet you still insist you must get going, not wanting to be a bother

But he continues to urge you, practically begging you not to leave, and he's just been so nice that you give in

You stay for a grand total of 3 weeks, your every attempt at leaving met with a sad expression and worry from him, but you push past the sadness it brings you, finally leaving the way you came

It gets darker a lot faster than you thought it would, suspicious sounds filling your ears at every turn, when you reach a dead end of stone, absolutely certain this wasn't her last time, you start to worry

Several dragons corner you in, snarling and snapping at you dangerous close and you scream out

Just when they're about to grab you, 2 more individuals sweep in, swiping at your tormenters and shooing them away

As everything settles down, they come better into view, two large males, one hellishly large and blank eyes, the other a bit shorter with crazy white hair and scars, your confused as you stare at them until another comes out from the foliage, who you quickly recognize to be Kagaya

He softly asks if you are alright and you can't stop yourself from leaping into his arms, so overwhelmed and traumatized by what had just happened

Your still sobbing as he takes you back to his cave, his rumbling purrs deep within his chest and tender cooing eventually calming you down

As he cradles you in his arms as he lays you both down into his nest, your overcome with a sense of intimacy you've never quite felt before, it runs all the way from you tingling brain down to your curling toes, a wave of slickness rushing out of your core

He must be able to sense it as he nuzzles into you, bathing you in his scent while mumbling sweet praises into your ear

You giggle as you fall deeper into him, unable to stop yourself from lazily humping at his lap, hazy stupidity glazing over your brain quickly with the growing vibrations of his purr

You're the first to undress yourself, letting his hands roam about to memorize your body with touch rather than sight, then you push his robe open, taking his thickening cock in your hand and pumping it slowly, he groans aloud, leaning into your neck to bite and lick carvings into your neck

You drop down to take his member into your mouth, bobbing up and down to suck him until he finally reaches full hardness and twitches harshly

You ride him gently, rocking your hips to and fro and unintentionally stimulating his growing knot with your puffy cunt lips, he pants underneath you, worshipping your perfection and encouraging you to take what you need from him

When the time comes, he warns you, prompting you to slap your hips down a top his and swallowing his knot into your tight heat

He practically whimpers, humping up into you and jostling where you're locked, the movement has you whining, throwing you into your own orgasm and further milking him into your womb

You lay a top him exhausting, both of you peacefully falling asleep with his cock and cum stuck inside of you and his voice lulling you to unconsciousness with sweet nothings

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fruitcoops · 10 months

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hello lovely eve. ive been having thoughts, recently. anyway wondering if you would want to write something to do with the day/time after a hard day. youve done some of my absolutely favourite fics for like Bad Days (im thinking esp rn of what we deserve (i think thats what its called)) but also after that? bc the after support is so crucial and i think the lions would do so well. any ship!! if not, i totally understand, i hope your day/week is lovelylovely!!

This is such a great prompt! The aftershocks of hard events are just as important as the conflict itself--this ask was combined with one for a timeskip followup to Self-Care, a fic about Finn's bad habits. All characters belong to @lumosinlove <3

Leo paused at the back of the couch and bent, nestling a kiss on the top of Finn’s head. “Good book?”

A quiet hum answered.

“Good part?”

Another hum; Finn pressed up and Leo tilted his head to leave another kiss on his temple. A clatter and a soft curse filtered out of the kitchen, but Finn hardly flinched.

Leo nuzzled against the wispy, silken ends of his hair until his cheek could slot just above Finn’s ear. The couch dug into his stomach a bit, but he didn’t mind. “You tired?”

Finn’s laugh answered his question before his words ever could. “Yeah.”

He picked at the hem of Leo’s threadbare Saints sweatshirt with a sleepy kind of apathy. His book hung limp from the fingers of his other hand, abandoned only two pages past where it had been the last time Leo checked on him. Finn’s breaths were methodic when he rubbed a palm over his chest and nibbled the shell of his ear, just to watch a smile pull at his tired eyes. “Come to bed.”

Finn cast him a sideways, skeptical look. “It’s 8:45.”

“And you’re the sleep police?” Leo hooked a finger in the collar of his sweatshirt and pulled. “It’s been a long day. You’re tired. We can fix that problem with our nice new mattress.”

Finn was quiet for a moment; Leo felt him lean back into the cushions and the cradle of his arm, a slow breath leaving him when Leo began toying with the hoodie strings. “You know, I kind of miss the old one.”

“It barely fit us.”

“Yeah.” Fondness shone on every word. “It was nice. Waking up all over each other. Always had you in arm’s reach.” Another beat of silence passed. “I lose you at night, sometimes.”

Oh god. Leo’s heart yanked—he held Finn a little tighter. “Sorry, cher.”

“Not your fault.”

“Is that…is that why you were upset today?” Logan came out of the kitchen with a precarious tray of tea, tongue poking out over his lower lip as he balanced their mugs on the table. Leo caught his eye and gave a small smile that relaxed the pinch of his forehead.

Finn took no notice of the change, save for a shift to the side in an obvious bid to have Logan sit next to him. “Nah,” he said as Logan took the hint and tucked himself between the arm rest and Finn. “Just a bad day, I think. Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.” Logan tugged the book from Finn’s hands and set it aside, then replaced it with a mug of tea and pressed his fingers around the warm ceramic with an encouraging nudge. “Drink. You’ll sleep better.”

Finn smiled wryly. “Morphine? Chloroform?”

“Decaf. Very potent.”

“Thanks, Lo.”

Logan poked his ankle with his foot and snuggled Finn under his arm. “Don’t thank me for things you do every day.”

Finn went to protest, but something on their faces must have stopped him, because he bit back the words and took an obedient sip of tea. Leo didn’t know why he watched so intently—maybe for reassurance, maybe to make sure Finn was really on the up-and-up. Steam curled up around his copper lashes and turned the tips invisible when he blinked. He gave a nod. “ ‘S good.”

“Of course it is.”

“I’m—” Finn pressed his lips together and exhaled; steam billowed off his mug. “I’m sorry my brain doesn’t work right.”

Once, that would have broken Leo’s heart. Once, he would have jumped to soothe and bent over backwards to fix it all. Once, he would have taken it as personally as a slap to the face. Not enough. Not good enough. Missing Finn’s signals left and right—did Leo even love him, if he couldn’t pay attention?

The tight ball of insecurity in his chest may as well have been a marble, rolling about and looking for something to knock over in an empty room. He kissed the top of Finn’s head again. “I don’t see anything you need to be sorry for.”

“I’m sorry I missed your pass earlier,” Logan said, taking a long sip of his own tea. “It was a good one. I just wasn’t looking.”

Finn’s shoulders relaxed under Leo’s hand. Fuck yeah, Tremblay. There’s my MVP. “Really?”

“Mhmm.”

“What about—”

“You were on form.” Normally, Leo didn’t like it when Logan interrupted. This seemed like a much-needed exception. Logan raised his eyebrows at Finn’s suspicious look. “You were. I know you don’t feel like it, but you looked really good out there. That pass was on me.”

Finn’s punch to his shoulder was a roll of knuckles at best. Logan still smiled, still took it with faux-hurt and a hand over the heart. “Eyes up, Tremzy.”

Logan whistled quietly. “Five for fighting and two for roughing. What would Coach say?”

“Doesn’t count if you deserved it.”

“Oh, is that how that works?” Leo laughed. Logan glanced up at him with an impish grin, and passed the last mug over the couch. Peppermint filled the air, sweetened by honey.

They drank in relative silence, hands and legs and arms looped around each other until Leo could hardly tell where one ended and another began. Finn was right; however nice it was to not risk falling off the mattress in the middle of the night, he did miss the inevitable proximity of fitting three people on a single bed.

He supposed it wouldn’t be too hard to make an effort tonight.

The clock ticked as nine o’clock arrived at last. Leo finished the last of his tea and leaned over Finn to set it on the table, offering an apology in the form of a kiss to his cheekbone. “Bedtime.”

“Yeah.”

Logan took the mugs, Leo took Finn, and Finn went without protest into a brief, firm hug. “Love you,” Leo murmured. He felt the answering mumble more than he heard it. “Your brain isn’t broken.”

Finn sighed, slipping his hands under Leo’s shirt to rest against his skin. “Feels broken.”

“I think it’s pretty great, regardless.”

“You’re just a really nice person, Le.”

“I just love you a whole lot.” He let Finn pull away and cupped his face in both hands, running his thumbs along the summer lilac under his eyes. Exhaustion tarnished his bright edges. “Come to bed with me?”

Finn rested there for several seconds, then nodded. They went together.

Leo had only just managed to tuck Finn into the curve of his body before Logan was there, shuffling under the sheets to join them and reaching over Finn’s waist to hold the crook of Leo’s elbow. Finn made a quiet, sleepy noise and pushed his face into Logan’s chest; Logan’s eyes crinkled at the corners, and his expression only grew more contented when he looked up and found Leo already watching them.

Leo waited until Finn had mostly relaxed into drowsy limbo before risking a thumbs-up across the sheets. Logan fought back a smile and returned it, nose scrunching. Success. Another win for their tally. It was a shit day, a hard day, but they could still end it like this and that would be more than enough.

#leo knut #finn ohara #logan tremblay #oknutzy #cubs #coast to coast #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #hurt/ comfort #fluff #sleepy #caretaking

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sexdykes · 8 months

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tips for brushing teeth regularly

i have struggled with brushing my teeth regularly for a while now but i have recently gotten better at doing it a couple times a week now instead of like, once a month, and i figured i should share some things that helped me.

generally speaking, the reason why someone isnt brushing their teeth will fall into one of the following categories:

forgetfulness

not liking the taste

not liking the texture

not enough stimulation during the task

lack of spoons

its a good idea to try to identify which of the categories you fall into. i am mostly forgetfulness but the others are mixed in there too. they also often overlap quite a bit

forgetfulness/lack of spoons

not every one of these tips will work for both, but a lot of them overlap enough that i figured it may aswell be one category for the sake of brevity

try keeping your toothbrush in your shower or next to your bed or somewhere that you are likely to see it and have time to use it. i have three toothbrushes in different places in my house

incorporating brushing my teeth into my shower routine has really really helped me ( i mention it a bunch, sorry in advance)

allow yourself to brush your teeth at any time of the day, not just when you "should" be. brushing your teeth at 1pm before lunch is better than not brushing your teeth at all

if they help, set alarms reminding you to do it

i keep a set of those floss/toothpick combos next to my bed that i use whenever i am watching a youtube video or something which is especially good when ive missed a couple days

if you have housemates that youre willing to ask, see if you can brush your teeth with them

easier said than done, but try not to beat yourself up when you dont brush your teeth. youll just start to associate it with that bad feeling

taste

there are starting to be some fun flavors of toothpaste, its worth trying to get one that you like the taste of

if you cant find one that you like the taste of, dry-brushing is better than nothing

brushing in the shower helps really rinse out your mouth properly so you no longer taste any toothpaste (otherwise i usually have to keep going back to the sink every two seconds)

texture

if you can stand it, mouthwash is your friend

experiment with different kinds of brushes or toothpaste as some brushes are softer/tougher and some toothpastes froth more or less

if you cant do toothbrushes at all, using your finger is absolutely okay, or wet cloth of some kind

both taste/texture

try to find a way to scrape off buildup on your teeth. like i already mentioned, I keep floss next to my bed and that is quite helpful when trying to scrape stuff off. a cloth would also work i imagine

general tips

try watching something or listening to something while brushing your teeth

dont be afraid to get silly with it!

get a fun toothbrush! they are usually advertised to young kids and so might be a little small for your mouth but a toothbrush is a toothbrush!

same for fun toothpaste! and mouthwash!

i saw someone talk about how they got 7 different flavors of toothpaste to have a different kind every day of the week

if you can, try to leave the toothpaste in your mouth for as long as possible (without swallowing it of course)

floss!!

if you can, use mouthwash!

i know that it is super hard to do sometimes, but brushing your teeth is so important.

if you have any tips of your own please share them!

#long post #hygiene #brushing teeth #adhd #autistic #mental health #lura speaks

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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Being in the hospital im thinking what would it be like if Ari's girl ended up in the hospital nothing life threatening but something that needed to be treated in the hospital. I'm betting he'd be a nervous wreck and wouldn't let anyone see it he'd maybe go into the bathroom and freak but I'm guessing he'd try and stay strong but crack a bit infront of her or maybe stay overnight if they let (it depends on the wards)

ok, full disclosure, I did absolutely no research for this because I'd like you to have reading materials, so it's in no way scientific 🤷🏻‍♀️

The Chair Beside Your Bed, a Bedrock and Blueprints tale

No warnings except minor angst to fluff. (Sry, the gif barely works here but I'm...not changing it. 👀) WC 975

Ari can barely keep his eyes open. You're already asleep, but he just can't bring himself to join.

The IV in your hand looks uncomfortable when you tense involuntarily. He watches the tendons pull and roll beneath your skin and swallows hard.

He should have seen the signs, and the doctors say you'll be right as rain once the antibiotics are done. He still can't leave. He still can't eat. He still refuses to sleep.

Ari's mind can refuse all it wants. Eventually, his eyelids are too heavy, his neck slumps over the thin pillow behind it, and he's lost to a dreamless land in the chair beside your hospital bed.

"Ow," you hiss, releasing the two-by-four in your grasp.

"You get your hand, honey? I got those gloves for you."

You wave him off. "No, no. Stepped too close to the pile and scraped my leg. No big deal. That's almost all the wood from the truck."

"Great," Ari chirps, straightening after marking the outline of your She-Shed in the backyard. "I'll go get another load before dark. We can plot out the frame and whatnot tomorrow."

As you wipe the back of your hand over your head, Ari doesn't see any blood on your legs and immediately forgets.

"So we'll need equal amounts of wood on all sides," you ask.

He shrugs and pulls off his own thick work gloves. "More or less, yeah." Ari won't let you use any of the tools, but he will let you speak like it's a joint effort. Because it is. Everything he does is meant for you now.

While he's out at the store again, you divvy up the stacks of planks around the edges, far enough away for space to work but close enough for convenience. He's grateful, but Ari doesn't realize this means hours where you did not clean the cut on your leg.

A week later and you're running a slight fever. Ari only notices you aren't walking properly when you get off the couch.

His worst fear at that point is that stupid desk chair you're always complaining about. Your back is constantly aching. He wishes the company would replace all the chairs soon but especially, specifically yours.

You work too hard. You're worn out.

He knows you've had a bandaid on one calf, but it's on the outside leg where you sleep in the bed. He forgets a lot until his leg brushes against it while you two snuggle, and you hiss in pain.

Ari insists on taking a look, switching on the bedside lamp. He can tell something is wrong before even removing the bandage because it's red beyond the adhesive. The middle is warm to the touch, which he can barely do before you gripe at him.

You promise to go to the urgent care first thing in the morning, and Ari drives you himself. You're so sure that they'll just slap some pills in your hand and send you on your way that you shoo him off to work.

He gets a voicemail two hours later.

"Hey, uh, don't be mad, but they've transferred me to the hospital. I have to be hooked up to this drip thing for a few days and--"

Ari's in his truck before his supervisor can even wish you well.

If he'd thought about it at all, he would have gone by the house to get you and him a change of clothes, but no such luck. He refuses to leave the hospital grounds and only leaves the building when he absolutely can't stand his cigarette cravings anymore. Otherwise, he is right beside you.

You sleep a surprising amount, wiped out by the intensity of your treatment albeit fairly standard.

It's a long three days.

Ari decided after the first afternoon there that his chair needed to be on the other side of your bed. That way he could hold your hand that wasn't pierced with a needle, and he can safely rest his head on your side.

When you're awake, your fingers card through his hair. When you're awake, you tell him he looks like shit and needs to sleep, too.

"I promise I will later."

"You're lying," you complain weakly.

"Yeah, kid, I'm lying."

This exchange happens three separate times: the first you forget, the second you laugh at, and the third you start playing dirty.

You tell him you'd like to listen to one of your audiobooks, and since neither of you has headphones, you play it on speaker with the phone on your chest.

Ari is successfully out cold within minutes and wakes refreshed and a little pissed.

He lied and told the nurses you are his wife in order to be allowed to stay overnight, so them calling him by your last name during the discharge routine is awkward, to say the least.

Ari has fun explaining that one on the drive home.

With a few more days of ingestible antibiotics left, you're entirely on the mend and use every single ounce of your energy to argue Ari out of the house and off to work. He only feels less guilty when he comes back to find you asleep again, and after one more full day of bed rest, you are able to return to work as well.

From those days on, however, you are forbidden from helping with any repairs or building Ari does. José and Dimitri are rangled to assist when necessary, but it's a hard line in the sand that Ari will not shift on. He also takes it upon himself to be the First Aid King of the Castle and is in charge of all bandaging and cleaning of any wounds, no matter how small.

You only allow this complete farse (enacted over every papercut now) because he looks so cute when he fusses.

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jawritter · 1 year

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Carry On

Chapter 6

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3163

Warnings: Pain, Angst, Botched medical terms and fear of medical procedures, (cath removal).

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67 Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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If Y/N never heard the words ‘slow and steady wins the race’ again, it would be too soon. It wasn’t that she was really in a hurry to get Dean out of the hospital; though she was sure as soon as he got to where he wasn’t in almost constant pain, he’d be ready to get the fuck out of there, and it wasn’t even that she wanted to be free of Dean, and the fact that he needed so much help and had taken to leaning on her so much for even basic things like eating. It was the fact that she was absolutely sick and tired of seeing him in pain.

It had been a little over a week since the night he’d felt her touch his leg for the first time. The pair were overjoyed and relieved, he was regaining some of his feeling back, it was a pin prick of a light at the end of a very long and very dark tunnel! Then that night, the pain REALLY set it. The more he could feel and became aware of the rest of his body, the more he became aware of his rib injuries, as well as the large hole in his back. The nerve pain increased, and he started to complain of shooting pains that would shoot from the hole in his back, down through his left leg to his knee, which currently was where his feeling stopped; right below the knee.

Every other day they would do another scan to see how much more the swelling was going down; the doctor said it was still decreasing, just extremely slowly. That’s when he told Dean, ‘slow and steady wins the race’. Well, Y/N didn’t much feel like it was a race. It was more of a marathon. It wasn’t about how FAST he finished, more of a test of pain tolerance and endurance.

She’d only seen Dean cry a handful of times in the time she’d known the Winchesters, and none of those times were due to pain. Normally, he could take it, and if he couldn’t, he’d drink until he could. But last night, it had gotten to the point that he couldn’t take it anymore, and all he could do about it was cry.

It broke her. That’s when she’d had enough, and wanted more than anything for him to get to where he could at least roll over on his side, Because it hurt watching a grown man cry in frustration and pain because for one, he was sick of being in pain even with the pain medication they were giving him, and two, because he was so tired of laying flat on his back that he was about to lose his mind.

She felt helpless, the majority of the time. Mostly because there was nothing at all she could do to ease his pain and discomfort. No matter how bad she wanted too.

So, to say that she was tired was an understatement. But she wasn’t tired for herself. She was tired for Dean. She really didn’t know mentally how much more the man could take.

“Mr. Clearwater,” a soft knock on the door sounded and Y/N jumped in her seat slightly as she watched the charge nurse of the day walk in and close the door quietly behind her.

“He’s asleep,” Y/N informed her in a soft voice, determined not to wake him up after having watched him struggle all night long. Rest wasn’t exactly coming easy. She was going to let him get as much of it as he could.

“Oh,” the nurse said as she approached the bed and checked the monitors that kept tabs on his blood pressure as well as his heart rate before she checked his IV bags. “I was hoping he was awake, Diane said when I talked to her that he’d had a bad night.”

“He did,” she admitted, getting up to stand on the opposite side of the bed. Even when he was asleep, he looked uncomfortable. His chest rose and fell in a heavy hard pace, and his face scrunched up slightly. “He’s been asleep for about two hours now, and I think it was because he finally just exhausted himself and gave in.”

“I’ve seen this before,” said the nurse as she adjusted the flow of the IV bag. “Yes, he’s in pain, and an impressive bit of it, but some of it is brought on by a whole lot of depression, and albeit some shock too. I’ve seen a lot of amputee patients and some patients that had to deal with life altering injuries when I worked at the VA go through the same thing. It’s not only an adjustment physically, but mentally as well.”

Y/N knew she was right, she’d been spending her time reading up as much as she could online about injury induced PTSD, depression, as well as Anxiety, and other issues that Dean might face in the long run. While the physical might hurt and be extravagantly irritating right now, this is not the hardest part of his recovery, that’s gonna come later on, when he’s up walking around again and at home, and she knew that.

She was just about to ask the nurse if she had any advice on dealing with the PTSD that she was sure that Dean was going to have, when Dean coughed slightly and opened his eyes, staring between the two women in a confused state for a moment before he was able to regain his composure.

“Hey there,” she greeted, “how are we feeling Mr. Clearwater.”

“Fine,” Dean said, his forest green gaze never leaving her hands as he watched her check his IV port in his hand. It was almost impossible to get Dean to agree to go to the doctor before this accident happened, she had a feeling that now, when he finally got past this, because she had to have faith that he would, she was pretty sure it was gonna be damn near impossible to get him to agree to go to a doctor. There was bound to be some residual trauma there; there had to be.

“Are you in any pain? I hear you’ve had a bad night?” she questioned.

Dean grimaced, “It’s bearable, at least right now. I’m just really fucking tired of laying on my back.”

The nurse nodded as she made her way around the foot of his bed, and lifted the covers over his feet to his knees.

“I imagine you are,” she admitted. “The last scan that I saw showed a great decrease in the swelling. So hopefully we can get you on your feet soon. Which is why I’m going to test where you’re at. The sooner we can get you on your feet again, the better because as long as you’re on your back like that you run a higher risk of getting pneumonia.”

Dean only nodded, keeping his gaze glued to the ceiling. He hated these checks, and had told Y/N more than once that he was always afraid that when they checked him again, the feeling would be gone and he’d be right back to square one. Y/N had assured him over and over again that wasn’t going to happen, but she understood the fear, honestly, she’d be afraid too if she were in his position.

Y/N reached out and took his hand in hers, and his gaze drifted to her face and she squeezed his hand to give him some sort of reassurance.

“Ouch!” Dean voiced suddenly, before looking down at his left foot, and the nurse looked up and grinned at him before moving the small needle across his other foot, and Dean’s leg jumped with a reflexive motion at the sensation. “I felt that,” he revealed breathlessly as he looked between Y/N and the nurse. “I felt it, it wasn’t just dull pressure, but I really felt that.”

If there wasn’t a room full of people, Y/N probably would have started bawling at the amount of relief that slammed her in the chest. He’d regained his feeling throughout his body. He wasn’t going to spend the rest of his life a paraplegic. Sure, things would never be exactly the same, but it isn’t going to be as bad as it could have been, and that was a win at this point she’d take.

The nurse squealed excitedly as Dean let out a huff, and his head turned to the side, trying to control his own emotions.

“I figured as much when they told me you had such a bad night, you’re more aware that you’re laying in this bed, and that you’ve been here a while,” the nurse stated matter of factly as she covered his feet again, and made her way towards the computer in the corner to email his primary doctor with the news.

“What happens now?” Dean asked eagerly for another step. His voice was already stronger than it had been as of late. Dean needed this win as much as she did for him.

“Well, the doctor will probably order another scan to see the state of the spine now that the swelling is completely gone, then he will discuss the treatment plan with you from there,” she said, and Dean looked down again.

Y/N knew Dean well enough to know that even though Dean’s body might not be ready to get out of this bed, and out of this hospital, Dean had had about all he could take.

“Have they tried to move him at all?” she questioned Y/N, and Y/N shook her head no.

“They came in last night with some wipes and gave him a ‘bath’, but they haven’t sat him up other than when the doctor comes in the check the state of his injury, or if they are moving him for a test,” she admitted and the nurse shook her head before patting Dean on the leg.

“I’ll be right back, okay?”

Before she could move away from the bed, Dean’s hand reached out and grabbed her arm, and the nurse froze at the sudden movement, Y/N didn’t know whether she was impressed, or slightly shocked. Y/N personally was impressed he’d reached that far that fast herself. That was the fastest she’d seen him move anything since he’d woken up.

“Wait, please, I have one question before you get them to do whatever it is you’re going to have them do to me,” he said, and she turned to give him her full attention.

“What’s that?”

“Can they take this catheter out, please.”

The nurse stood and thought for a moment, and Y/N could almost see the wheels in her head turning as she did so.

“Do you feel like you know when you need to go? Like you’ve regained feeling in that region?”

Dean nodded swiftly, “Please, it really is annoying, they’ve kept it in for weeks now, and I’m pretty sure I can just use a urinal. Can I at least try?”

The nurse patted him on his hand, and Dean released his grip on her jacket sleeve.

“Let me go talk to the on-call real quick, and if they will let me take it out, I will take it out, okay? If for some reason you still can’t go, we will have to put it back in though, so be prepared for that.”

Dean breathed an almost visible sigh of relief, as he agreed and the nurse hurried towards the nurse’s station to make the call for them.

“Talk to me handsome, how are you doing?” Y/N questioned as he laced his free hand with hers, and ran a trembling hand down his face.

“Scared,” he admitted, “I really don’t want them to have to put it back in if they take it out, and as much of a pussy as this is gonna make me sound like, I’m terrified this is gonna hurt.”

“It doesn’t make you a pussy Dean,” she tried, “it makes you human. You’ve been through so much, not wanting to deal with any more pain is a normal, human, experience. It’s okay to be scared in this situation, I think you’re fully entitled.”

Dean sniffed and nodded, but kept his arm bent over his face to hide most of his features.

“Hey, you’ve got feeling back, now things can start to move forward,” she attempted to encourage him. “It’s the first step of many, but it’s a big one. That’s something to be excited about Dean.”

Before Dean could respond, the nurse walked back into the room with the two other nurses.

“Good news Mr. Clearwater!” the charge nurse exclaimed as she clapped her hands together, “They’re letting us take it out for you! And once that’s done, you’re gonna get a proper sponge bath, which means you get to sit up for a while.”

Dean’s eyes drifted to Y/N, and he took a deep breath before he nodded to his nurse, “Great, let’s do this.”

The nurse made her way around to Dean’s bed, and Y/N got up as far towards the head of his bed as she could, sitting down next to him and running her fingers through his hair. She could see the anxiety of it all starting to set in, she could see his chest rising and falling rapidly as he pulled the covers away from his body, and the charge nurse placed a hand on his ankle to get his attention before he threw himself into a full-fledged panic attack.

“Hey,” she said, waiting for Dean to look at her before she continued. “This isn’t gonna hurt honey, just some pressure, deep breath from you, okay? You got this. Compared to what you’ve been through, this is gonna be a breeze, and it will be over before you know it, okay?”

Dean swallowed audibly and nodded, before turning his face towards Y/N, keeping eye contact with her, the face of determinations she usually saw in hunts when they were about to try and take down a big bad, or when he thought, he was going to have to do something that he really wasn’t going to enjoy doing.

“Okay, here comes the pressure, and —-”

Dean’s eyes closed tightly and he grunted as the nurse pulled the catheter free from him.

“It’s gone!”

Dean’s eyes popped slightly as he looked down in disbelief, before relief flooded his features.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and then much to their surprise, he bent his leg slightly at the knee and moved it. The nurse smiled widely at Y/N before another woman in the room brought a pan and a towel with warm water in it.

“Okay Dean, are you ready to sit up for us?” she questioned, and Dean nodded eagerly as one of the nurses in the room lifted the bed slowly into a sitting position.

“Good, now Mrs. Clearwater, come sit on the bed next to him here, and let him slowly lean into you so that you can support his weight. We’re not going to pull on him very much at all, but we’re going to let him sit up slowly at his own pace, and once he’s gotten himself leaned against you, we’re gonna lower the bed.”

“I don’t, I mean, I don’t know if I can pull myself up or—”

“You don’t have to pull yourself up,” the nurse cut in. “Just wrap your arms around your wife and hold on.”

Dean gave Y/N a stern, determined look before reaching for her, and Y/N leaned as close to him as possible for him to grab hold of her shoulders with both arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he did so. She tried her damndest not to shiver at the way his deep breaths fanned over her skin, but it was really damn hard, because this was the closest physically, she’d ever been to Dean.

“Good,” the nurse praised him, “Now you just hang onto her and I’m going to start cleaning up this back of yours after we get the bed lowered, you ready?”

Dean nodded, and the nurse began to lower the bed, while Dean held his breath as if afraid, he was going to fall backward, but as the bed lowered flatly, he let out a shaky breath and braved a glance around him to see that he was indeed sitting upright in the bed for the first time in two weeks.

“How does that feel?” Y/N asked him, gripping his hip reassuringly. “Are you in pain?”

“It feels… strange,” Dean admitted, slowly loosening his death grip on her shoulders to a more relaxed hold as he started to slowly support himself more than he was leaning into her, “I feel really weak, but it only hurts if I take a deep breath.”

“You realize you're sitting up on your own,” the nurse beamed at him. “You’re barely holding onto her at all, in fact, I bet you could even let go completely if you want too.”

Dean shivered as the cool air from the room met the warm water on the bathing sponge that she was running over his back. “But I’m weak,” he argued. “What if I fall backward? Surely that would cause more damage than it would help?”

“I’m right behind you,” she assured him. “And your wife is right in front of you. There’s Tracy to your left here as well. I promise you that out of the three of us none of us are going to let you fall and hurt yourself.”

Dean took a deep breath and held it as he ever so slowly started to let go of Y/N’s shoulders and support his weight in the center of the bed. It felt like everyone in the room was holding their breath, and as dramatic as it sounds, she wouldn't have been surprised if time itself stood still as Dean finally let go, swaying slightly at first, but soon after writing himself to sit upright on his own in the center of the bed.

“Look at that!” the nurse exclaimed. “I told you that you could do it!”

Dean looked down at himself as they started to slowly wash his chest and waist before looking up to Y/N running his own hand down his exposed ribs and stomach. This was the thinnest she’d ever seen him. Surely he’d never seen himself that thin.

“Hey,” Y/N said, reaching for his hand to catch his attention, “You’re gonna be okay.”

Dean closed his eyes for a moment before nodding and opening his eyes with a new determination in them.

“One step at a time,” he affirmed, and she nodded and agreed with him, giving his hand a firm squeeze. “One step at a time.”

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etsuven · 1 year

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rating: fluff cw: none includes: maybe badly written, wingpaimon because i feel like she can be very smart and perceptive when she wants to be, reader is pretty because of course you are <3, summary: aether has a little crush on the merchant he visits often...

note: IM ALIVE DONT WORRY!!! i've had no motivation lately since ive been going to bed too late and waking up too early, and that just leaves me feeling drained.... anyways when i first started writing this it was 12:43 AM LMAO. it's not late now, buit it is a few days later-. anyways x2 i've had this in mind since before August 27th and i needed something quick to write and this was in my drafts anyways im rambling- also this is my first time writing for aether forgive me-

he saw you for the first time on an emergency food run.

aether and paimon had been on the road for a while, and because of that, they never actually had the time to properly shop. but now that everything in sumeru was pretty much done, he finally felt it was time to properly do some looking around. (also because paimon was begging for something other than sweet madames to eat.)

the famous traveler took note of all the items around him as he glanced around the market place, keeping track of things he might have wanted to buy in the future. paimon was flying next to him, talking his ear off about things he didn't care to listen to.

"traveler, look! let's go over there!" the small flying companion was already making her way over to the stand before he even had a chance to respond, which also meant that he had no choice but to follow. he noticed that the selection of items was quite nice, but they were quickly put on the back of his mind as he noticed the person selling the items.

you were already talking to paimon, a pretty smile on your face, and your hands gesturing excitedly as you told her about your items. due to the angle of the sun at that time of day, you had light shining on you in a way that looked almost angelic. the shrill voice of paimon reached his ears, but he barely registered it as he was too focused on the sound of your voice.

"i assume you're with this one?" you spoke, gesturing to paimon. aether nodded, snapping out of his little trance as you continued to speak. "she's been pretty interested in this harra fruit jam, and it was just made last night! would you care to buy some?"

harra fruit jam? he had heard of harra fruit being ground up into spices thanks to its aroma, but jam? a spicy jam wasn't the most usual thing, but it seemed fun to try.

taking out his bag of mora, aether handed you the amount needed for one container of jam, as well as a few other things paimon had secretly picked out. the two said their goodbyes, leaving soon after with new ingredients in hand.

aether continued to stop by over the next few weeks. for the harra jam, of course. nothing else.

he had to admit, it was quite good. adding it to certain foods gave them a bit of a kick that he didn't seem to mind very much. he even added it to the food he brought with him whenever he had a commission in dragonspine.

the jam was his way of disguising the fact that he secretly wanted to see you. you had become accustomed to his and paimon's presence over those few weeks, and you had even started to give him more of a discount than he usually got from other merchants.

'you're my most loyal customer!' you always said, the same pretty smile on your face. you were pretty too, but you wouldn't catch aether saying that out loud. paimon, however, seemed to catch onto the tension forming between the two of you.

the lingering touches you shared when you handed aether his items, the shy smiles sent between the two of you, the fact that her traveling companion seemed to be absolutely star struck when he first saw you. (and the fact that he constantly visited you 'for the harra jam.')

it was obvious that the two of you had a little thing going on, and paimon couldn't stand the sight of her favorite person fumbling around like a love struck idiot. which he was, but he could have tried to hide it more, he was embarrassing her!

paimon set her plan in motion one evening. aether had gone to bed super early after a long day of commission after commission, leaving the flying child to fend for herself. glancing at the sky, she noticed that it was around the time where most merchants began to close up.

flying out of their shared hotel room, paimon raced to catch you before you set off to your own place. luckily she was right on time, as you had just started to pack up you things for the day.

"(y/n), (y/n)!!" she yelled, her voice projecting over the almost empty shopping district. you jumped at the sound of her voice, a smile gracing your face once you realized who was calling you. "good evening, paimon! how come you're by yourself, is everything okay?"

there was a bit of worry in your tone, and paimon quickly shook her head, reassuring you that everything was fine. "nothing's wrong! aether's at the inn right now, he's had a loooong day, so he's turned in early for the night!"

you let out a little hum of acknowledgment, reaching into your bag. you handed her a small piece of homemade candy, her eyes lighting up in excitement at the sweet. "is that so? don't wander off too much, i've heard how easy it is for you to get carried away!"

paimon tried to splutter out an excuse, only stopping when she realized she had a plan to fulfill. "speaking of getting carried away.. i'm sure you've heard of the upcoming festival?" you nodded, a small smile on your face.

"of course i've heard of it! i've taken a day off, so i'm free to use it as i please!" the flying child smiled, feeling her plan slowly come into motion. she continued to talk with you for a little bit, only leaving when she finally finished her candy.

now, to start the next part of her plan...

the first day of the festival had come quickly, and aether was getting prepared to leave when a small cough caught his attention.

looking in the direction of the noise, he noticed that his travel buddy was tossing and turning in her bed. another cough left her mouth, and aether quickly found himself walking over to her with worry etched on his face. "are you okay, paimon?"

paimon nodded, a small smile on her face before it was ripped away by another cough. something was... off about it, but the traveler quickly pushed that thought to the back of his mind. "paimon's fine, don't worry! she's just feeling a bit under the weather... you might have to go to the festival without me..."

aether tried to argue with her. he could just stay with her and go tomorrow when she felt better, but paimon refused to let him do so. eventually he did agree, but not without leaving her with a few snacks to keep her fed.

now by himself, the traveler wandered around the festival area, taking in the colorful sights and smells of the area around him. it was quiet without paimon, but he found that he didn't mind it too much. now he actually had the time to look at what he wanted.

while browsing for items, aether thought he caught sight of you. he ignored it, thinking he was just imagining things. that was, until you called out for him.

"oh? aether, hello!" you grinned, waving at him from a stall nearby. you collected your items and skipped over, continuing to speak. "i saw paimon last night, so i was sort of expecting her to be with you today! did she wander off somewhere?"

aether shook his head, telling you the reason why paimon was gone that day, and that it was just him for now. "since i'm by myself too," you started, adjusting the bag you were holding. "let's hang out together today, it can even be like a little date! if you'd like, that is-"

the traveler nodded quickly, his face flushing as you grabbed his hand to lead him around. he had a sneaking suspicion that paimon had something to do with this, maybe she snuck out when he was sleeping the previous night.

oh well, perhaps he would bring something back for her. just as a little thanks.

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kynrki · 2 years

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FAST AND FURIOUS: LOVE EDITION — yang jungwon

PAIRING — nonildol!yang jungwon x fem!reader

SYPNOSIS — the king of drag racing suddenly falls for the girl who surprisingly beat him.

WARNINGS — fluff, talks about parents abandoning children, kisses, jus jungwon being cute and smooth

WC — 2.4k

AN — part two is long overdue😭😭

part one | part two

the past few weeks, you’ve been working on your pink 1994 Toyota Supra MK IV Supra. getting its paint job done, which you absolutely loved, and adding in its finishing touches. you rolled out from underneath the car as you heard your phone go off.

you check you phone and saw a message from jungwon came through. you smiled. you would be lying if you said the boy didn’t make you smile whenever you thought about him. he really knew how to wow a girl, if one could say, and it was ironic considering how you didn’t want anything to do with him in the beginning.

“hello?” you said as you put the phone by your ear. “hey baby” jungwon said as he smiled. he loved listening to you talk. “what you up to?” he continued. “nothing much, i jus put seobi to sleep, so im working on my car right now. what about you?” you said as you crossed your arms and leaned against your tool table. “car? you working on something baby?” he asked as he sat up. “yeah, i’ve been working on it for a while now.” you replied. there was silence. “can i come see?” he asked after a while. “sure, let me know when you’re outside” you said. “okay” he replied and switched off the phone.

to say you were nervous was and understatement. he’s never been to your home area and you haven’t been to his. and to top it all off, he was definitely far richer than you would ever be, so him coming over was alot. you heard a car pull in your driveway and already knew it was jungwon. you opened the garage as he climbed out the car. he walked in and took you in for a moment.

you were wearing your normal comfortable clothes, jus like he imagined. instead this time you were wearing a pair of dirty overalls with your grey hoodie. your hair was tied up in a bun and lastly, you were wiping the oil from your hands on a cloth. he loved whenever you looked comfortable and domestically. (or in other words, always). “hi” you smiled as you walked up to him. he smiled as he brought you in for a hug. the faint scent of your natural smell covered him in warmth.

you pulled away from the hug and laughed softly. “sorry, i don’t normally clean up when im at home” you said as you looked down at your attire. jungwon smiled. “i dont care how you look when you’re around me, i jus want you to be comfortable baby” jungwon smirked and wrapped his arms around your waist. you got flustered.

“u-uh, this way” you said trying to get away from him. jungwon chuckled as he knew already.

you lead him into your house as he took a look around. it felt like…..home? it wasn’t very big and definitely didnt have many rooms but it felt very homey and very you. you continued walking behind you through the back door and into your working area. there he saw the iconic blue nissan. next to it was the 2006 mitsubishi lancer eveloution XI, and lastly the 1994 Toyota Supra MK IV supera. which was bright pink.

“holy shit” jungwon said as he looked at the cars with his jaws dropped. now, as someone as rich as him, you might think that he’s into those super new nice luxurious cars, but no, he was into those old type of cars. exactly the ones you have. “have you been working on all of them?” he asked curiously. he had to know. he’s already so in love with you, that whether you say yes or no, he wont mind. “yes” you replied as you walked towards the toyota supra.

“so how’d you get all these cars?” he asked as he followed you. “well the 2006 mitubushi i got as my very first car. my uncle gave it to me so i started playing around with it and working on it. the nissan skyline i would say was my very first car that i had built. she’s definitely my favourite out of the bunch. and holds a special place in my heart. and at the moment im working on the toyota supera which is the newest to my collection. i picked it up at a car crash place and ive been working on it ever since. you said as you continued where you left off on working on it.

jungwon stood in awe as he watched you. he couldn’t believe you were real. “hm i see, now why do you race?” he asked as he walked to the hood of the car, where you were standing. you tensed at the question. “i dont wanna talk about it.” you said coldly as you carried on working in the hood. “okay its no worries baby” jungwon said concerned as he put his hand on your waist and rubbed the spot. he was standing behind you as he leaned down to see what the problem was. “your alternator is dead, thats why your car wont start.” he said as he looked at you. “come look here” he continued.

you leaned down to see. “your cables are damaged, you can either fix them or get a new alternator which would be cheaper.” he said as he looked at you. your breath hitched as you turned to look at him. your faces were a fee centimetres apart. you saw how his eyes went from yours to your lips and back up. he leaned him slightly as you straightened your back to stand straight again. “t-thank you” you said as you looked down. “anytime, i gotta go tho, call me if you need anything okay?” jungwon said as he check his phone. “yeah i will” you smiled as you continued to look down.

he brought his hand up to your chin and raised it. “my eyes are up here baby” he said as he made eye contact with you. you blushed and nodded. he left a quick kiss on your cheek and left. you stood there frozen for the next few minutes, not being able to comprehend what jus happened.

once jungwon reached home, he pulled his car in and softly went to his room. before he could reach his door, he was met with 6 other guys sitting in the living room, waiting for him. “where have you been jungwon?” jake asked. “i was at yns” he replied as his cheeks started to blush. “yn?” sunghoon asked for confirmation. jungwon nodded. “okay, you can go” sunghoon smirked as he knew jungwon knew that tomorrow morning they had to talk about it. “cmon man we-“ jake said before he was interrupted. “im tired” sunghoon said as he walked off, leaving an annoyed jake behind.

the next morning couldnt have come faster. jungwon woke up and rubbed his eyes. he yawned as he climbed out of bed and walked towards the kitchen where he knew heeseung would be. “morning” heeseung said as he smiled. “morning” jungwon said back as he took his tea and walked out back to the couches.

“morning jungwon” sunghoon said as he smirked as the younger boy. “morning sunghoon” he said as he laughed slightly. “tell me everything” sunghoon said.

after jungwon had explained what happened, sunghoon was staring into the distance. “jungwon, she likes you. and you like her too.” sunghoon said. “well i know i do, but i dint know what to do, should i ask her out? or-“ jungwon said as he got interrupted. “ask her out. but im warning you, if you do end up dating her, you need to keep her private and safe. you know everyone out here in this world is coming at you, and if they know yn’s your weakness, they’ll take it to their advantage. think this through okay.” sunghoon said as he smiled at jungwon before walking off.

he left jungwon to think. was it worth it in the end? i mean yes he was absolutely head over heals for you, but at the end of the day, danger would increase and that isn’t something he wanted. he sighed as he looked down at his cup.

he took his phone out from his pocket and made his decision. he went to your contact and dialled your number. it took a few rings before you picked up. “hello?” you said as you sounded as if you jus had woken up. “yn go on a date with me?” jungwon asked as his bit his lip in anticipation. “when?” you asked after a while of silence. “tomorrow night? i’ll come pick you up at 6pm” jungwon said as he tried to hide his smile. “sure” you replied. “okay bye” he said before hanging up. he definitely wouldn’t regret this.

getting ready for your date with jungwon was, complicated to say the least. yes you wanted to impress him but you also wanted to be comfortable. you oped for baggy jeans with a skin tight top, to create the baggy-pants-tight-top look.

you were nervous, even more when you heard a familiar car pull up to your garage. you opened the door and there stood jungwon, with flowers in his hands? “these are for you” jungwon said as he smiled at you. you smiled and thanked him before putting it away.

“ynnie!” jongseob called as he ran towards you with one of his legos. you looked at jungwon, but he was already focused on your younger brother. “hey bub? whats wrong” you asked as you bent down to his level and rubbed his head. “can you open this for me pls” he asked you as he handed you the lego packet that was inside the box. “i gotchu.” you said as you took it from him and opened it.

“ynnie, whos that man?” jongseob whispered to you as he pointed at jungwon. you smiled and answered “hes my friend”. “will i be seeing him more” he asked softly. “hm lets hope so” you said as you looked at jungwon and smiled. you gave jongseob a kiss on his cheek and told him to go inside. you stood back up and faced jungwon once again.

the little interaction made jungwons heart swell with awe. the way you were so careful and soft with him made him happy. he walked to the passenger side of his car and opened the door for you. “here you go my lady” he said teasingly. you laughed and thanked him before he climbed into the drivers side.

“where are we going?” you asked as you leaned on the centre console slightly. “well i was thinking, since you won me, and is always continuing to win me, i want you to teach me things” jungwon said as he pulled into a racing ground. you looked around the place as you two entered it in awe.

“wait me? for real?” you asked shocked. “yes baby who else?” he said as he parked the car. he climbed out and walked around to open your door for you to climb out. this was the first time you could properly look at jungwon. he was wearing his black converse, paired with loose green cargos and a black hoodie. a bit different from his normal attire he normally wore at racing events.

jungwon grabbed you hand and pulled you to the car garage, where all the cars stood. “choose anyone love” he said as he switched on the light. your jaw fell open. “me?” you said as you pointed at yourself. jungwon laughed and nodded his head.

looking around, all the cars were beautiful yes, but none had caught your eye. that was until you saw the bright green 1995 Mitsubishi Eclipse. you dragged your hand over the car and opened the door. you looked at jungwon, and he nodded for you to climb in.

he watched as your eyes lit up upon seeing the green car. odd colour? maybe. but to see you like that? he would do anything. jungwon walked to get the car keys and gave them to you. you started the car and revved it several times and smiled widely. “cmon get in pretty boy” you yelled at jungwon and laughed. he shook his head and climbed into the car.

after driving around with jungwon for a while and showing him a few new tricks he could use when he drives, he took you to a mountain view. it was so beautiful, especially in the night with the moon shining above you two.

“thank you so much, for that and this” you said as you looked at the city in all its glory. “no thank you” jungwon said as he laughed slightly. “i really enjoyed today” you said as you looked at him smiling. he smiled back. you smile dropped as you looked back forward.

“hey whats wrong?” jungwon asked as he moved to sit closer to you. “i jus- i wish i could give jongseob the best out there you know” you said as you looked at the moon. jungwon was silent, waiting for you to continue. “our parents left us when we were younger. they were out of money, and couldn’t afford to look after us. it was nice of them to atleast leave the house we have at the moment but thats all. i dont know where they are right now, and i dont wanna know. i honestly couldn’t care less about them” you said.

jungwon grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. “im sorry baby” jungwon said softly. you looked at him. “i know its hard, but you’re doing so well for him. i can see how much he loves his big sister. your doing this without any help, but now im here for anything really. i’ll always be by your side” jungwon finished as he saw a tear drip down your cheek. he took his free hand and wiped your cheek. “dont cry baby” jungwon said as he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

“i think i love you” you said after a while of silence. “you do?” jungwon asked smiling at you. “mhm” you hummed and looked at him. “i love you too baby, so much” jungwon said as he leaned in to kiss your lips. the sweet kiss didnt last long but you wanted it to. “be mine baby?” jungwon asked as he leaned away. “i will if you kiss me again” you said as you smiled sweetly at him. “anytime” he said before leaning in again to kiss your lips, longer this time.

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Tattoos & Bruises

Chapter 3

Notes: Brain has been a little tired lately. So, this one is a little shorter than the previous two.

“Please come in.” her dulcet voice had shivers shooting up your spine. Soft and soothing yet authoritarian all at the same time. Your hand pausing on the handle. Has it always sounded that why? Walking in you can’t but pause when looking at the woman before you. Her perfectly pinned up style, her colbat blue eyes watching you carefully as you slowly walked towards her desk. Arms folded on her desk; her beautiful red lips pressed finely together. Her features had always been nothing less than absolutely remarkable. Yet suddenly the Junoesque beauty had you nervous and overly aware of how captivating she is.

Your heart was already racing as you heard the knock on the door. The idea of her coming to see you made you anxious after that last evening. Her stubbornness and unwillingness to see where she was going wrong was beyond frustrating, then to go rushing you out as if the matter at hand was not important. While she was a great addition to the Academy and its sport division, all she had done so far was create your blood pressure to rise, and it only got worse as she walked in. She hadn’t said a single word and your frustrations were growing. Hoping that the young woman is not here to cause any more problems. You cant help but take her figure in. Always in black, her clothes hugged her body as if it was a part of her skin. You have never seen her wearing glasses before... why has something so simple made you feel so weak? You knew it was no way to be thinking about her, not only was she a staff member, but she was so much younger than you. Yet seeing her again had your mind running a hundred miles an hour. You wanted to her your name come from those pretty pink lips, you want those pale inked legs wrapped around you. You wanted to own every inch of her.

“I won’t take up much of your time Principal Weems, I know how busy you are” You place your proposal on her desk, you stay standing, wanting this all be over with as quickly as possible. “I wish to take my students away on a team building trip, all the details are in there, where we would be staying, what we would be doing, how long we would be gone for and all the costs. If you could please look it over and let me know. I would have to go a week ahead of the students to get everything ready for their training and team building. So…I’ll just leave that with you and wait to hear what you think.” Bowing you turning on your heels and head for the door.

“I have not dismissed you Coach Ives, sit down please.” You swallow hard at her command as you turn to do as you are told. Sitting down you watch her face, never looking up at you, her right brow is arched but there is what seems to be a slight smirk on her beautiful red lips. Your bit your bottom lip at the thought. Cursing yourself for letting the images slowly back into your mind once again. The only sound is pages turning as she reads through your proposal. It was if she was doing it all on purpose.

“I will have letters sent out to the parents of your students. I think this is a fabulous plan for your swimming team. You can however order another cabin as I will be joining you, from week 1. We travel together the morning of, just seems like the sensible thing to do” She finally looks at up and glares at you. Your heart pounding, you were pretty sure she could hear it.

The longer she stared the more nervous you got, your mouth went dry, and you found yourself avoiding her eyes and staring down at your lap. You rise slowly, giving another bow “I will make the arrangements Principal Weems.” Giving her a slight bow, you turn on your heels and head out. Once outside her office you let out what seemed to be the first breath since entering. Hanging your head, you head to your room. “Well Satine, you are screwed now.”

Why was she so nervous? She has never been nervous around you before. She even avoided eye contact with you, another thing that has never happened between you and the young Coach. But seeing her nervous and the way she bit her lip, you thought you were going to go insane. You are pretty sure you saw her cheeks turn a light shade of red. A week alone with her is just what is called for, a perfect to time to learn everything about this little creature you have hired. A week to find out what makes her tick but most importantly, to try and figure out why the redhead has had you so captivated and intrigued by her since her first interview.

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It was 4am when your alarm went off. It had been two weeks since Principal Weems had approved your trip. A trip she is now joining. You had packed your bags the evening before, you had sent her mail just after midnight:

Dear Principal Weems,

I have decided to get ahead start on the day and will be leaving a little earlier. I apologise for the last minute change, but I would like to make sure everything is in order and still get in my own morning training.

I will meet up with you a little later in the morning once you arrive.

Safe travels.

Regards,

Coach S. Ives

Hesitating at first, she was already not overly impressed with you. Once she sees this mail, you knew you where either going to be on thin ice, or you would be handing yourself the noose that she will hang with you with. Either way you would not be able to sit in the same car as her for 3 hours. Your mind would not be able to take it. Taking a deep breath, you hit the send and shut your laptop. No going back now.

You had your car packed and loaded and you were on your way by 4:30am. How were you going to spend a week alone with her? You rub the one sides of your temples and sigh. Having the abilities that you have could be more of a burden than anything else really. To be an empath was one thing… but you came with a bit of a twist… you also had the ability if precognition. Not only do you get you feel what others are feeling, you can see the possibilities of the future.

Your thoughts get broken by the sound of your phone ringing. Your grimace as you already know who is going to be on the other end of that call, and you know that she is not going to be happy either. You decide to ignore the call, it’s a problem that can be delt with later.

Your rest your elbow on the car door and your head on your knuckles. Watching the road ahead you smile slightly as you see your destination up ahead.

You know what she wanted… you could feel it when you were near her, you had seen it as well. That night she came to your apartment, the visions flooded you, each and every possibility that the future holds. The images flashed before your eyes… your hands bound, her hands running over you… her making you beg. While each precognition was similar, none of them currently showed an end, they showed greatness, but they also showed tears. But not one showed a way of avoiding this. If this was meant to happen, no matter what you tried, then why fight it?

You pull over, your face in your hands. You can’t let this happen. You can’t let her know that her feelings are right. Principal Weems can’t be the dominate that you have always hoped for. This is not a situation that you needed in your life. This is your job; it is your boss. You have been down this road before and look where you ended up, broken and abused. You promised yourself never again, that you will never let someone else in, no one can know your past, no one would love you because of your past. Coming out to Jericho was to get away from it all, from the hurt and from the pain. No matter what happens, you will need to keep your distance from Larissa Weems.

You were up early; bags already packed the night before. But you wanted get a few things done for the staff for the week coming up before you and the coach set off. Checking the time, you settle at your desk with your morning coffee. You had an hour before meeting the Coach at the car at 6am. Scanning to see if there are any important mails you find one that catches your eye. Opening it you can’t help but groan. She had already left. This was proving to be more challenging than even you liked. You have bitten your tongue regarding her students and name changing, you have let her eat on her own. Meetings she attended more of, still not enough but it was a start. But this, is was now pushing you to your limits. While she was most fascinating, the day those combat boots stepped through your doors, you knew she was going to be a different kind of trouble for you. It was time for the dark creature to learn her place in your school.

By 6am you were on the road. The more you thought of the email and the Coach the more your temper grew. You have never had a staff member like this in all your years, you were certainly not going to let it happen now. It would seem that the Coach needs training of her own, and you were very ready to start her lessons.

Chapter 4

PS.... Do I need to start a tag list?

#gwendolineuniverse #gwendoline christie #principal larissa weems #larissa x oc #larissa weems #girls who like girls #lesbian pride #lgbtq

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SPOILERS

Bad Batch Season 3 Episode 5(?) (I think?) Thoughts

Well, one big one:

HAHAHAhahahahaHHAHAHAHAHA

And the little ones:

I have been waiting for Omega to pull the age card since season 1 -- actually since before I really knew what the newest Star Wars Baby's name actually was. This was great and I want Hunter to realize it's coming for him next

I haven't stopped laughing about the "moment of silence for our fallen brother" since I saw it. Someone: *mentions Tech* Every single clone in the room: *pledge of Allegiance moment*

WHY IS CROSSHAIR STILL WEARING THE JACKET

WHY IS HE STILL WEARING THE JACKET ON A BEACH IN FULL SUNLIGHT

Crosshair is 100% the angsty sullen goth vampire hissing like he's been hit with holy water in Hawaiian environments with kind people chasing after him bearing fruit and love that I knew he would be

Crosshair: spends like two weeks on Pabu Crosshair: I can't take it anymore! UGH SUNLIGHT *drags the entire Batch to freaking Barton IV* ah, home sweet murder home. the last place I had a really good angst before my older sister found me and dragged me home by the ear. fond memories

Echo, you're a disgrace but also somehow still the only sane one here

Do datapads just not need to ever charge in Star Wars??

Omega: oh yah I have a sister did you know Echo: okay, we don't have time to unpack all that

Where is the heck is Phee? Is she just...off dismembering Cid or something?

Crosshair: "I know a place" Hunter: "YOU'RE NOT TELLING US EVERYTHING ABOUT IT" Crosshair: "I ALREADY KILLED EVERYTHING DANGEROUS HERE what do you WANT FROM ME" *Dune 2021 erupts from underneath the base* Crosshair: .... Crosshair: huh. guess Mayday forgot to mention that particular natural feature. My bad y'all

GUYS. WE NEVER TURN OFF THE MYSTERIOUS PERIMETER SENSORS. IDIOTS KNOW THIS. DID WE LEARN NOTHING FROM THE KRYKNA INCIDENTS I, II, and III

Crosshair looking at Batcher: ah, the new and improved Hunter. You're my favorite. We'll try to save you Hunter but if it gets too inconvenient I'll be over there taking a nap Hunter, standing right there: hey

Congratulations Batcher I guess you're his service animal now

Hunter: *sneaks up behind Crosshair stacking random regs' helmets one by one on a crate* Hunter: *considering Crosshair's past track record with regs, the Empire, and loyalty* so, like...did he kill these guys, or...? Hunter:...do I want to know? Hunter: *does a 180* NOPE

Hunter: "dID yOu tHiNK we wErE juST gOinG tO tAkE yOu bAcK witHoUT aSkIng aNy quEsTiONs???" Hunter, you beloved moron. You DID just take him back without asking any questions. To your super secret summer home no less. And let him spend two whole weeks chilling on a beach before it occurred to you to do anything other than stare at him with complete lack of subtlety from the top of a cliff

Why were you stalking him from the top of a cliff Hunter

Crosshair, he was silhouetted against the sun like 100 feet away with an almost seven foot dude right next to him. There was no hiding going on here. At all. Detecting him is not a super sniper skill. If you HADN'T seen that, we'd have a problem

Crosshair: hey yeah guys so this is clearly a Very Important Place to me that I will proceed to tell you Absolutely Nothing About. BTW don't land there Echo, there's a corpse in the middle of the landing pad somewhere. Possibly two if they never bothered picking up Nolan Echo:... Echo, 1000000% done with this Batch's drama: at least there's no blood this time

"I've made mistakes" AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *smash cuts to using flamethrower on civilians* *shooting Wrecker* *"aim for the kid!"* *nearly dropping Tech off an ion engine* *trying to burn them all alive in an ion engine* *shooting at them* *kidnapping Hunter* *kidnapping all of them* *getting them trapped on Kamino while it SINKS* *shooting pretty much everybody at some point* *plan 88 but no context!* AHAHAHAHAHAHA this is my new favorite line. Hunter should get him a T-shirt that says that to replace that awful hip pocket thing

Wrecker getting genre-aware

Omega: "I told you to TALK to him not ARGUE with him" Crosshair, sulkily: "He STARTED IT" EDIT: 23. IF I SEE ONE MORE ICE VULTURE IN THIS HOUSE

#star wars #the bad batch #bad batch season 3 #spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #bad batch season 3 spoilers

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