#kaylee i hope you like this

[jasntodds]

kaylee advanced happy birthday!! <3333

— i'd like to request steve harrington, please! just him being caring. noticing every part about you and all that casual dominance :)

Thank you so much!! 💕

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Words: 685

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: This is my first Steve piece which is pretty exciting!! I hope you like it!!

Steve. Everyone always talked about him being a player, he can’t commit to one person. He just liked to fool around and maybe that was true…before. Before you.

The Steve you know is caring and gentle and kind. You swear he’s never even looked at another girl since he’s met you, let alone since you started dating. You’re not sure if those rumors were ever true, you just know, that now and with you, he only cares about you and it’s everything he does.

Steve’s heart beats slowly and calmly as your head rests on his chest. He’s looking down at your with his arm draped around you, holding you as close to him as physically possible. The smell of your shampoo fills his nose and it’s something he can only swear he’ll never grow tired of, even if sometimes you’re sick of the smell.

“What?” You ask, a gently laugh flowing from your lips, barely tilting your head to look at him.

A lazy but serene smile graces his lips, hair a dishelved mess you’ve grown to adore. “Oh,” Steve chuckles, looking ahead of the two of you, eyes falling on a Polaroid of the two of you you have hung on your bedroom wall. “Uh, nothing.”

“I can feel you staring at me, Steve.” Your voice is delicate, goosebumps blooming on your skin as he starts to rub your air with the tips of his fingers.

“Uh,” He chuckles softly. “I just love every part of you.” He’s quieter this time, but not shy, just quieter and serious.”

“Do you?” You sit up, doe-eyes and sweet smile on display.

Steve smiles, eyes bright as he nods. “Oh, yeah.” His brows furrowed with the words, smile never budging.

“Did you want to be more specific?” You bite your lip, almost teasing him.

Normally, when you teases him, he teases back or plays coy. Not this time though. His brain rambles everything he loves about, it’s like s file cabinet inside his head with your name in it, just explodes. Papers flying everywhere with every single thing about you that makes him love you more and more every day. Even the things you do that drive him nuts go into that cabinet file because they’re a part of you and that’s something to love.

You turn to fully face Steve, legs crossed as you wait, almost anticipating him to ramble off things that don’t matter or silly things but then he takes yours hand.

“I love your hands.” He kisses the top of your hand before interlocking your fingers with his, “How they fit with mine,” He gives you a cheeky grin.

“Well that’s just cheesy,”

“Yeah, well.” Steve let’s out an airy breath. “You made a cheese ball, so that’s on you.” Steve chuckles.

“I think you’re just like that.” You joke, squeezing his hand.

“‘I love that you didn’t freak out when I told you I want 6 kids.”

“You're an only child and you always end up being the babysitter of six kids, can’t really blame you.”

“Yeah, uh,” Steve looks down to your interlocked hands and back to you. “I love that you’re understanding of everything.” His eyes widen as he sucks in a breath, thinking of the mess the upside down has lead you both into.

“What else?” You ask softly.

“Your smile and your eyes and,” His brows knit together as he starts listing more things he adores about you. “You’re smart and sometimes you’re funny,”

“Sometimes?! I’m always funny.”

“Mm,” Steve hums, earning him a joking glare. “You laugh at your own jokes which is pretty adorable.” Steve scoot closer to you, his face just a few inches from yours. “And you are so damn beautiful.” His words are low as his eyes dart to your lips and back to your eyes. “And I love that,” He pauses kissing your lips softly and then kissing your cheek. “You’re mine.” You feel him smile with his words as he kisses down your cheek to your neck.

“All yours.” Your voice matched his while places chaste kisses to your neck

Birthday Blurb Week

#i just wanted to be like queue #this gave me an idea for a Steve one shot #maybe I’ll write it?? lol #I hope you like it!! #steve harrington #Steve harrington fanfiction #Steve harrington x reader #Steve harrington x you #Steve harrington blurb #stranger things fanfiction #Steve harrington fanfic #blurbs #kaylee writes #kaylees26th #augustine tag #indouloureux #kaylee answers

[queenofbaws]

Do you think the werewolves have their own separate personalities from their human form or are they all just hyper aggressive?

It was inevitable, really, the mess they'd woken up to in the clearing out by the nature walk; he'd shrugged it off when Travis blew his gasket, had struck just the right balance of shamefaced and pissed when Dad got in on it, but in the back of his head, that one word was the only thing Chris could hear.

Inevitable - it was inevitable that some poor sap would get pulled into this mess right along with them, inevitable that the bad news would keep piling up like so much shit in an outhouse, inevitable that werewolves would do what werewolves, well, were known to do.

It didn't help the pit of sickness roiling in his gut, though. As he sat hunched in front of the screens, the surveillance room feeling ten times smaller than it actually was now that Dad, Trav, and Bobby were looming solid in the dark over his shoulder, Chris scrolled through the footage and braced himself for another inevitability: That in a matter of frames, he'd be forced to face the specter of his own goddamn temper and see himself - watch himself - tear into that fucking hiker like a turkey dinner. That's what he got for being such a hothead, for letting every little thing turn his vision red, for...

"Oh no," he heard Bobby say from just behind him, a succinct summation of what they were all feeling as they realized what they were actually seeing there on the recording; "Oh no," and that was all, that was it, there was nothing else to say or do as the four of them watched Caleb rip the hiker's body limb from bloody limb in stony, resigned silence.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

#jeyfeather1234 #six sentence weekend #queenie writes supermassive #the quarry #the hacketts #heheuheuheuheeuh i wasnt 100% sure whether you meant this as a weekend prompt or not so IN CASE YOU DIDNT...... #PERSONALLY i like to think it's a mix of the two - which i hope doesnt sound like a cop-out answer #in MY head the transformation sort of involves really digging into/emphasizing the person's sort of...hidden traits #the parts of their personality they try to squash - the parts we ALL try to sort of minimize or hide from others #i dont think that NECESSARILY means theyre NEGATIVE traits - for example when /im/ writing i imagine kaylee's sort of loneliness #is what gets heightened in her - so she wants to be around others more/be alone less #but i DO also think that theyre ALL just on a hairpin trigger so regardless of what facet of their personality is being brought out uhhhhh #you're gonna want to not make any sudden moves around them XDDDDDD

[wormholxtreme]

@soullesstrouble said | "Indeed, I've traversed the distance between us, not just in miles, but in the yearning echoes of my soul that whispered your name across every horizon. And now, standing before you, I find solace in the sweet confession that is my sincerest truth: I have missed you, with a depth words can only attempt to fathom." // Adam the first time he saw Kay after those 7 years.

Dead. That's how Kaylee felt. This knot in her stomach twirled and flittered with every movement of the unborn child in her womb. She'd spent months following the whims and orders of Lady Death. Months where her hands dripped with ichor so black it turned the blood of those she touched to ice. Millions of lives across the expanse of the universe fell silent with a simple swipe of her hand.

Every time she looked in the mirror, her hair was a record of her crimes. The blood of her victims stained her once golden locks a deep red. Even though Sophie's soul had reached her, had helped her battle the waging war inside that she was losing all that time she was at Lady Death's beck and call, all Kaylee saw when she looked in the mirror was the monster she became. Black leaked from her eyes and hands. Her mouth, a proud smirk of the destruction she caused. Most mirrors in her apartment were shattered now, but all it did was crack the vision into an even more disturbing image.

Her heart felt heavy with the reality. It was her fault. She wasn't strong enough to battle the darkness in her soul and it won out in the end. It didn't matter she was back now. Nothing would wash the blood off her hands, or her soul.

If only that was the only thing that weighed on her mind these days. There was another chapter to this story though, a predestined tale written by the quill of Lady Death's relentless narration. She wanted more than just the weapons already in her possession. She wanted something unstoppable, and what better than the child of a horseman and a Titan.

Kaylee's hand rested on her abdomen as she contemplated the reality of her situation. Athan was...Kaylee didn't know what he was. He was a blank slate, hard to read, hard to pin down. Artemis and Pepper seemed to have a handle on him. Trying to introduce him to the world he should have been raised in. Trying to reach beyond the darkened veil he was raised behind. Kaylee herself wasn't so sure. They didn't witness his cruelty the way she did. They didn't know what he was truly capable of. Then again, a year ago, Kaylee never would have thought herself the same and now...now she knew better.

Adrift in a relentless hurricane, Kaylee found herself drowning. What was she supposed to do with this child? A child too dangerous to live, but too dangerous to terminate. No one liked the answer, and Kaylee would never say the words aloud, but she knew in her heart, the only solace the universe would have from her and her child would be to end their lives before it began.

At least that's what she thought until the lighthouse in the storm arrived. Like a beacon, drawing her out of the darkness, Adam stood tall in the war room of the Avengers tower.

Every ounce of Kaylee's being rose and fell in the same moment. She was walking on air and falling into the abyss all at once. Adam. Her Adam was here. Everything she thought, every ounce of negativity left her body and she floated to him and wrapped her arms around his middle. She hugged him tightly, letting her full strength coil around him without inhibition. He was one of the few people in the universe who could handle her strength and boy was she crumbling that the thought of holding back anymore never crossed her mind.

"You're here." She muttered into his chest, her heart pounding with loud thuds every second in his presence. "You're really here." the whisper barely audible.

"Friday, lock the war room. If anyone asks tell them to take it up with dad and if dad asks tell him I need a minute," she ordered the A.I. wanting no one on Earth to ruin this reunion.

He was perfect. The very outline of his jaw, strong and taunt as those cosmic eyes took her in. The last time she peered into them she saw his strength of character, she saw the warrior, leaving his lover behind never to be seen again. This time she saw the concern, the wholeness in which he dared to love her.

Things were different now though. Kaylee wasn't that sunshine child anymore. She was hardened, cut deep by those who dared touch her in his wake. She was a warrior herself but scarred beyond imagination.

She wrapped her arms around him again, averting her gaze from his as the shame of the person he once knew stood dead before him. She was a shadow, a ghost, and no fake smile could cover it. Her head fell, her forehead touching his chest, and her body shuddered as the weight she carried on her shoulders dared to crush her.

His words knocked the wind out of her chest. Did he know? Did he know that she wasn't his anymore? That somewhere deep inside of her the monster killed the starchild he'd fallen in love with all those years ago? Did he know she was incubating another monster too?

Kaylee shook her head finally looking back up at him. Her hand, trembling as she reached to cup his chiseled jaw in her palm. She brushed her thumb against his cheek. He wasn't real. He couldn't be. Her life was one travesty after another, yet her savior had come right when it was darkest.

"I don't need words. All I need is right here."

#soullesstrouble #[character thread; kaylee danvers stark] #((welp...this ended up being longer and more disappointing than I intended)) #((but I hope you like it bby XD)) #((Kaylee is dreaming rn like her man is here to save the day))

[rachel-bloom]

feelin sick to my stomach rn

#cant believe i have to say goodbye to my bbg hope :( #and ofc the h0sie freaks are making it about kaylee leaving #bro the shows been POPPING ever since they've been gone like i love kaylee but #they really didnt know what to do with josie and you could tell #s4 in general was fucking amazing yeah the ratings sucked ?? but that they pull the plug so quickly? i don't understand..

[alonetimelover]

Do you think you could do a blurb of competitive swimmer!y/n? I always see blurbs of y/n being different types of athletes but never a competitive swimmer lol. Face claim could be kaylee mckeown?

pairing: Harry x swimmer!reader

fc: Kaylee McKeown

a/n: I am so sorry it took me so long to make this request, but despite that, i hope you'll enjoy it!

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harryupdates

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harryupdates HARRY followed YN YSN. YN is a competitive swimmer from Australia, and she's been following Harry for a while (she stated multiple times that she's a fan)!

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ynupdates 'i mean, i always request his [harry's] songs at practice. i think he's great' GIRLLLLLL

⤷ ynsmybestie she manifested, i think

hArrysbtch isn't she an Olympian?

⤷ ynupdates she is! gold medalist too!!!

harrysmoustache ohhhhh, i see somethin cookin

user93 why

user023 that's odd but im gonna wait and see what this unfolds

ynsmymama girl, teach me how to make my crush notice me

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ynupdates

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ynupdates YN via her IG story!!

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harryupdates oh, she's hilarious!!!

ynsmybestie my poor baby! i would react the same if Chros Evans followed me

⤷ ynsfan39 i would react that way if SHE followed me

⤷ ynsmybestie true!

hArrysbtch oh i already love her

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harryupdates

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harryupdates HARRY VIA HIS DELETED IG STORY !!!

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hArrysbtch iendjskiw

hArrysbtch what the fuck

hArrysbtch i don't know what to react to first? like....

hArrysbtch ONE DIRECTION SHIRT?????? HAVING A CRUSH????? COPING YN'S STORY????

ynupdates ijust know yn is smiling so much and kicking her feet

harrysmoustache i just spend some time on yns ig and let me tell you: she's beautiful, she's successful and she's hilarious! Good for you harry

ynsmybestie well.... he's having a concert in Sydney soon

⤷ harrysfan93 why does it matter?

⤷ ynsmybestie yn said multiple times that she wanted to attend at least one night in Sydney! i just hope they somehow meet each other!

harrysfan82 harry, learn how to use your close friends or correct ig account

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram 🍒 out! i think i won't be able to jump around though... unless...

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yourbestfriend i have tape, babe! you're gonna be jumping and not flashing people for free!

⤷ yourinstagram life saver!

ynupdates have a good night!

harryupdates this is what i call THE outfit

hArrysbtch and SHES HOT???? fuck off

harrysmoustache i love women

harrystyles red is definitely my favourite colour

⤷ yourinstagram favourite enough to sing cherry for me?

⤷ harrystyles nice try

⤷ ynsmybestie yn blink twice if you're freaking out

⤷ yourinstagram *blink* *blink*

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harryupdates

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harryupdates "Why so many of you are wearing red, huh? What? Oh! You guys work quick! I'm not blushing, go away! Go away! I'm not singing Cherry, it's y'all's fault!" HARRY TONIGHT IN SYDNEY

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hArrysbtch he was blushing so much, oh god!

harrysmoustache he's smitten

ynsmybestie i know yn was giggling there

⤷ harrysfan40 she was! i was standing near her and she was blushing too!

stylesbabie harry has a cruuuuuush

harrysmylife i think we gonna witness the beginning of the great relationship

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram all hearts for the fruit man 🍉🍒🍇🍓🥝

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yourbestfriend oh we look good good

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ynupdates night 2 baby!

harryupdates i can't wait for another interaction tonight!!

stylesbabie i swear im not drooling

harrysmoustache i still live women

harrystyles no red?

⤷ yourinstagram who said im not wearing any red?

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ynsmybestie yn, baby, i saw that comment, and i have one sentence to say: you naughty naughty girl, get that man!

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The audience for the second show in Sydney was incredible. The energy beaming from the crowd and towards Harry was almost overwhelming, hard to believe in. People were jumping and having the time of their lives. And so did Harry. Especially because of one of the audience members that was very special to Harry for the past few weeks.

"Okay, guys! Now is the moment for some talk, isn't it?" Harry screamed into the mic and smiled when the arena was filled with screams and whistles. He loved the love he was receiving. "Today was incredible whether, did you guys catch some sunlight, took a walk, swim maybe? You guys know how to swim, right?"

Once more, people around Harry screamed from the top of their lungs, but he got his eyes on that one person. Just her.

"What is it, that the person that swims the best in this room screams so quietly, huh?"

He took a few steps forward to get closer to where YN was standing with her best friend. She just shrugged at his question and grinned at him, eyes shining.

"She's shrugging. Well, what do I need to do to make you scream more, goldie?"

And that was the moment when Harry really regretted the question he had just posed. Or maybe regretted wasn't the best word to describe it. Let's say he wished he asked that in a more private setting. Though he didn't mind the loudness that the question had caused.

"A few things, really!"

Harry was surprised that YN was able to be heard but smiled at the response, giving her a thumb up.

Well, maybe there really was something growing between them.

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hArrysbtch

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hArrysbtch this is harry right after asking yn what he could do to make her scream more and her replying with: a few things.... boy, you had one job

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harryupdates he was so extra tonight!

ynupdates the flirting went to another level

ynsmybestie he called her goldie 🫠

harrysmoustache he could flirt, smirk, tease but he decided to just do the 'thumb up' smh

ynsmybestie oh they're gonna be together in no time !!!

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harryupdates HARRY SWIMMING IN SYDNEY TODAY! YN WAS SEEN WITH HIM!

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ynupdates show-off

hArrysbtch i know he wanted to impress her

harrysmoustache the back muscles...

yourinstagram feet not placed properly, and twisted posture

⤷ harrystyles i thought it was 'that is very nice, harry'

⤷yourinstagram i was talking about you back muscles

⤷ ynsmybestie girl, have you seen yours? they are immaculate

⤷ harrystyles i agree

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yourinstagram swam, dined and wined with you 🧜🏻‍♂️

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harrystyles is that... is that a merman?

⤷ yourinstagram didn't you say you felt like in h2o just add water?

⤷ harrystyles naur

harryupdates soft launch!

ynupdates you looked beautiful!!! where is that dress from?

⤷ harrystyles it's Gucci.

⤷ yourinstagram no, it's not. it's my mom's dress altered to my measurements, love!

hArrysbtch she's soo beautiful

ynsmybestie how did you manifested baby?

⤷ yourinstagram pure luck this time

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a/n: here we go with another athlete!reader. i feel like im collecting them like infinity stones. two down, more to go...

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles instagram #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles fake ig #swimmer!reader

[halstudandruz]

Thigh or Nothing

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Matt Casey x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Months after your breakup Matt loses his cool

Warnings: smut (18+), thigh riding, jealous!Matt, edging, swearing

A/N: Continuing to live in my happy world where all my boys are alive and still in Chicago 🫶

“I’m sorry, [Y/N]. We did all we could.” Connor broke the news to you and you could almost feel your heart breaking into two.

“Thanks Connor. I know you did.” You sighed, he gave you a sympathetic nod, picking three beer bottles up and heading back towards his table.

It was the cherry on top of your week. Which was without question the worst since you had become a paramedic 6 years prior. You shouldn’t have asked, you're not supposed to ask and how you felt right this second made the reason clear. Like your entire job was a waste. Which deep down obviously wasn’t true. The lives you saved had outweighed the lives lost, but that fact didn’t always matter. Not when you gave your blood, sweat, and tears to save a child who they would only end up losing on the table hours later. The less you knew of the outcome the better, you could at least pretend they all had a happy ending then. You were glad your partner hadn’t come out tonight. At least then she could live in the dark of the truth, one that you would never tell her. Swallowing the lump in your throat you gestured for Stella who was filling a glass with beer. She handed the beverage to a man at the other end of the bar making her way towards you.

“Can I get a shot? Surprise me, something strong.” You requested just as a body slid into the chair next to you. The only seat still available at the bar. Glancing to your left your stomach only tightened.

“Hey.” Your ex boyfriend gave you a genuine smile hanging his coat on the back of the stool.

“Well if it isn’t Matthew Casey.” The blonde to his left interrupted before you could answer. His attention quickly turned to a girl you recognized from the State Attorney’s office. How you didn’t realize she was sitting there before was beyond you. You had loathed her from the moment she tried to entice Matt into getting a drink when you were out of town after him and Severide had helped them with a case.

“Kaylee, hey how are you?” Matt greeted, and you could see the minute she turned her charm on, turning her body to face him, chest popping out slightly, eyelashes fluttering, and a soft smirk appearing on her lips. You would venture a guess that she had heard about your breakup somehow, not that she cared if he was in a relationship before. Stella appeared back in front of you.

“Yeah, make that two.” You sighed downing the tequila.

“[Y/N].” Stella warned glancing over to Matt and Kaylee who were now laughing. She was your best friend which meant she was also in charge of nixing your bad decisions when it was warranted.

“Just one more.” You looked at her pleading, she knew what a rough week it had been and you knew she was looking out for you but right now you didn’t care. She shook her head grabbing a bottle to fill the shot glass in front of you. “Thank you.” You nodded after feeling the burn down your throat a second time. You could feel Matt’s side eye and chose to ignore it for the better.

Thirty minutes later the shots were beginning to buzz in your bones only furthering your irritation when you watched Kaylee lean whispering into Matt’s ear.

“Hey.” A voice over your shoulder caused you to jump.

“What’s up?” You forced a smile at Severide. You and Severide had become close friends throughout the years mostly due to the grief of losing your partner and his best friend, sticking by each other’s sides through the thick of it, always having him nearby was a comfort.

“Just wanted to check in on you.” He sat down in the seat beside you that had been vacated 10 minutes ago. The one you were about to move to hoping it would lessen your ability of hearing Kaylee’s dare you say pathetic flirting.

“Yeah, I’m good!” You nodded, high pitched voice a little excessive. Were you coping super well? Not exactly. Trying to dissociate tragedies was supposed to come natural to you, just like everyone else in the firehouse and normally you could maybe, but Chicago seemed to implode this week and despite all your best efforts you were fighting a losing battle on almost all occasions. That’s the reason you asked Connor about the little boy from this morning expecting a good report and your spirits to be raised only to be shocked at the truth.

“Mhmm,” he raised an eyebrow glancing over your shoulder at his best friend’s back, “I’m sure that’s true.”

“It’s just like.. does he have to do it right here.” You rolled your eyes, whispering to Kelly, for no good reason since Matt was clearly so enthralled in conversation he wouldn’t have heard you anyway.

“Payback is a bitch, [Y/L/N].” Kelly chuckled, eliciting confusion to appear on your face.

“What does that even mean?” You tried to take a drink before realizing your glass had nothing but ice left, “Gallo,” you summed the dark haired man over holding your drink up.

“You know, [Y/N], I get off early tonight.” Gallo filled your glass wiggling his eyebrows which earned a laugh from Severide. Blake was cute, adorable actually. The kind of guy that would fall at a woman’s feet, make her wonder why she ever spent her life with any other loser. Not someone you wasted a quick hookup on, and right now that’s all you wanted.

“Yeah buddy, see how well that plays out for you.” Severide wore a smug grin, which annoyed you just because he was skilled at getting girls in bed with him didn’t mean he could make fun of the poor kid.

“Ritter gonna be out tonight? Cause I tend to get loud.” You lowered your voice head cocking to the side, a flirty grin appearing on your face, instantly causing redness to form around Blake’s cheeks as he slid the newly filled glass towards you.

“God knows that’s the truth.” Severide huffed, taking a drink of his beer, and your head whipped to him, a scowl appearing.

“Oh fuck you, I had to deal with your hookups on god knows what surfaces for practically a year straight so hush,” You shoved him, you and Matt hadn’t exactly lived together, but you might as well have. You stayed with him practically every night off and since Severide was his roommate he may have been unfortunate enough to be subjected to your pleasure induced sounds every once in a while. “And don’t act like you didn’t like it.” You teased.

Gallo coughed around the drink of water he had just taken, obviously taken back.

You had considered continuing the charade until you heard Kaylee ask Matt if his place was close. Stomach clenching at the words you moved quickly to take a drink, too quickly apparently as the drink ended up in Matt’s lap instead of in your mouth.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry!” Heat immediately surfaced on your face. You truly didn’t mean to knock your full glass into Matt’s lap. The adrenaline from your jealousy mixed with everything else that week had you completely flustered and the cup slipped right out of your hand, but you knew from the outside looking in it would never look that way.

You could hear Kaylee scoff, looking up to see her roll her eyes dramatically. “Matt I didn’t-“ You flushed taking a single napkin trying and failing to help the mess at all.

“[Y/N], it’s fine. I just..I’ll be back.” He waved you off, stepping towards the bathroom.

“That was convenient.” Kaylee commented harshly, taking a sip of her martini.

“Believe me you don’t want to go there tod-“ You began to stand up, but beside you Kelly squeezed your knee keeping you put.

“Hey, it's not worth it. Trust me.” He encouraged, prompting you to shut up. Was it a good idea to get into a cat fight with an attorney? Probably not, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t tempting.

“Yeah, thanks. I’m going to go check on Casey.” You patted him on the shoulder heading towards the bathroom, throwing the blonde a glare.

“Matt?” You knocked on the door as a warning before pushing it open. The hand dryer on the wall was loudly whirring as he stood underneath it, the handle pointed at his crotch as best as it could be.

“I’m not mad,” he started the minute you appeared in front of the door, “I know you’ve had a rough week and don’t like her and you have every right not to, but-“ at his words your jaw almost dropped to the ground cutting him off.

“You’re not actually implying I did that on purpose.” You scoffed in disbelief, he knew you better than that.

“What am I supposed to think? It was pretty convenient timing, and I watched you down two shots the moment she started talking to me.” He laid his line of thinking out, and it was fair. Did you love seeing Kaylee flirt with him? Not for a single second. Were you trying to get trashed tonight? Absolutely. But regardless you would never do that to him.

“Fuck you, Matt. We both know we do what we need to in order to get through some weeks and sometimes that includes alcohol.” You defended, your face was beginning to heat up in anger at the accusation escalating. Not to mention you were far from drunk.

“Does that include hooking up with your superiors?” He quipped, making your heart drop at the realization he knew what the last few months held for you after your split.

“How do you know about that?” Panic took hold of your chest. Nobody was supposed to know, it could be really bad for both of you if anyone had found out about you and Hawkins.

“I have my sources.” He blew you off, once again hitting the hand dryer on the wall aiming his other thigh at it now. You weren’t dumb you knew exactly who his sources were, and Stella was gonna get an ear full later. She should know full well that anything that goes into her boyfriend’s ears will undoubtedly be in his best friend’s soon after. You and Kelly might’ve been close but he had an obvious loyalty to his partner in crime, “I’m just saying I haven’t felt the need to cause drama anytime you’ve left with Evan or your pick of the night.” His voice was raised even as the dryer dwindled to a stop.

“So, you’re slut shaming me now then? Is that what we’re doing?” You crossed your arms against your chest getting defensive

“Oh, come on [Y/N]. You know I’d never do that. Have all the sex you want, with whoever you want. It’s none of my business. I’d just request that you don’t let your ego cockblock me next time I’m trying to do the same.” He bit back. You knew he was right. He would never actually slut shame you and the accusation was a low blow, but the alcohol was causing annoyance to course throughout your body. Only heightened the second you watched him lean closer to the attorney.

“My ego? Really?” You laughed, humorously.

“Yes, your ego. You were jealous. Go ahead and admit it,” he encouraged and you rolled your eyes refusing to do as he asked, “you think I like watching you leave here with guys wrapped around your finger? I don’t at all, but at least I can admit it.” He took a paper towel from the dispenser. You had no idea why he was furiously dabbing at the mess, it was pretty clear the wreckage was cleaned as much as it possibly could be.

“This is ridiculous.” You huffed, the conversation was going absolutely nowhere. On a normal everyday basis you and Matt had been pretty good at putting your breakup on the back burner. Having to work with each other wasn’t always easy, but you both were handling it well with dignity and respect. Tonight, on the other hand, was different. Tempers were beginning to flare, and filters were flying out the window. All you were trying to do was offer him a genuine apology, but all you were getting in return was underhanded comments. “The only thing I came in here to do was take responsibility and apologize for an accident. I don’t know what your problem is.” You did not foresee this turning into a fight when you got up.

“You are!” He exclaimed, jaw tightening.

“Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?” Your emotions were beginning to boil. This made sense though. Your split was pretty amicable. Too afraid to say something and regret it later. Only having to face it every other day for the rest of your life, but maybe you were being too cautious. Maybe things needed to be said. Maybe mistakes needed to be made.

“You are,” he reiterated, stepping closer to you finally lowering his voice, “do you know how goddamn hard it’s been to see you leave here every week with a different guy? To hear that you’re fucking Hawkins when you’re all that’s still on my mind?” His voice was quivering and it took you a minute to adjust to the sudden change in tension. Surprised at his admission. You had never seen Matt like this. Even when you were together if someone had hit on you or overstepped their bounds he would kindly and calmly inform them that you were taken. Just as you would expect Matt Casey to. But this was something else. Months of built up jealousy, unable to do or say anything about it apparently taking a toll. His hand was gripping the sink so hard his knuckles were pure white, an anguished look in his eyes as he thought about it, and it was undeniably sexy. “I know that I have no right, but good lord, [Y/N]. It is slowly kill-“ You couldn’t even allow him to say another word. You were certain if you didn’t get your hands on him within the second you were going to burst into flames, gripping his face tightly, quickly molding his lips to yours. The rhythm was quick to find, familiarity not too far gone.

It didn't take Matt very long to take advantage of the kiss, pushing you back a few steps against the nearest wall, forcing his tongue into your mouth. Your hand found its way to the hair at the back of his neck threading your fingers through it. It was intense, fire quickly spreading through your body, slotting your hips against his leg, hips moving in desperation.

“Look at you, so fucking desperate. Like you haven’t been fucked right in months.” Matt’s hand rested on your ass encouraging the movement, lips moving down your neck.

It was true. Right after you and Matt had broken up you began frequenting bars, joining hookup apps, going home with a different guy multiple times a week. The problem was nobody matched up to him. There were some decent ones and some really sucky ones too, only concerned about how fast they could get there, skipping foreplay almost entirely, but no matter what without fail it always ended with you craving your ex. The only one to even slightly quench your thirst was your boss, Evan Hawkins so an occasional hookup may or may not have happened. What Matt clearly didn’t know is the agreement you two had, had recently come to an end after learning of a friend’s interest in the Chief. Leading to those hookups to become extinct over a month ago. So, whatever he was offering you were willing to take it without hesitation.

His teeth nipping at your collarbone only furthered your need allowing him to push you down harder on his leg. Leaning closer into him you took ahold of his hand that was gripping your hip trying to move it under your skirt.

“Uh uh uh,” He resisted, “it’s my thigh or nothing, baby.” He wore a cocky smirk, only growing the second you whined a quiet,

“Matt.” A defeated, pleading look appearing in your eyes. While his attitude was angering you slightly, only wanting to reach a high right this second, and you had no doubt his fingers could do exactly that, you couldn't deny how hot this was and how his ultimatum only furthered the wetness building between your legs.

“Show me how bad you need it, princess, but try not to be too loud there is an entire bar of our coworkers 50 feet away.” His thigh tightened as if he was wanting you to go against his warning, a strangled moan on the tip of your tongue, body getting as close to you as he possibly could so his smell engulfed you, a smell you missed having wrapped around you more than you thought.

You whimpered into his neck pushing your hips down harder, and you could feel him steadily growing against your hip. “You’re so beautiful you know that?” He complimented both hands moving to your ass encouraging you to speed up your movements, the friction from the denim winding a coil in your stomach. Your fingers clawed at his biceps looking for as much contact as possible. Head falling back against the wall, your eyes closing tightly, your breathing was starting to speed up shakily with every grind of your hips.

“Matt, I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if it’s enough.” You admitted, the knot growing but only torturing you as you continued to rut against his leg, needy whimpers spilling from your mouth.

“Yes, you can. I know you can. You want me so bad? Make a mess on me first. Be a good girl.” Matt encouraged flexing the muscle in his thigh once again, dragging his teeth down the side of your throat stopping to bite behind your ear, one hand coming up to tweak your hardened nipple over your top and you finally snapped, a breathless moan falling from your lips as Matt helped work you through your high.

“Good thing you already fucked up my pants earlier or else I’d be pretty concerned about the mess you're leaving behind right now. Your panties are going to be ruined.” He wasn’t kidding, there was absolutely zero doubt he would have evidence of this encounter on his thigh if you stepped off right now. He was however wrong about one thing.

“Not wearing any.” You shrugged, letting your leg fall shakily from Matt’s hip.

“For fucks sake.” He groaned pupils flashing even darker, roughly gripping the back of your neck and pulling your lips back to his for a sloppy kiss.

“Yours? It’s closer.” You mumbled into his neck after pulling away to get a breath, biting it playfully. Nodding he stepped back to pull his phone out of his pocket to reserve an Uber and unsurprisingly there was indeed a dark spot staining his jeans, but all you were focused on was the bulge to the right of it, mouth watering contemplating dropping to your knees right there, missing the weight of his cock on your tongue, when he grabbed your hand.

“We’ll go out the back.” He gave you a quick kiss, opening the door to check for anyone before sneaking through the kitchen out into the cold, a car pulling up to the curb just as you made it around the building.

The minute you were in the Uber your mouth was back on his.

“Sorry to interrupt but I’m gonna need an address confirmation before you suck all the air outta his lungs, honey.” A nice older woman, joked from the driver's seat. Blushing you mumbled an apology putting some space between you two. Matt chuckled in amusement, confirming the address on the screen.

“Probably get a lot of this, this time of night huh?” Matt began a conversation hand resting teasingly high on your thigh.

“Absolutely, but I don’t mind. It’s nice to see young people having fun. It’s cliche but you really do only live once and y’all are in your prime years. They go faster than you think. So, as long as everyone is being safe and aren’t actually doing anything disrespectful in my backseat I don’t mind.” She smiled, kindly. The conversation continued for the remaining 5 minutes until she pulled in front of Matt’s apartment building. “Have a good night you two. Be safe.” She winked. Giggling you got out thanking her, approving of Matt’s 5 star review and generous tip once you made it in the elevator. Your hand was clasped in his, thighs involuntarily rubbing together at the tension, having to behave with all your might thanks to the elderly couple who accompanied you.

As soon as the door to his apartment was closed and your shoes were discarded his mouth was back on yours, stealing your breath at the need he conveyed. Untucking your top from the skirt it was discarded on the hardwood, tapping your thighs you took the hint allowing him to wrap your legs around him walking you to his bedroom. It had been the first time you had been back in the apartment since the breakup. Heart aching as your mind flashbacked to Matt swallowing harshly, blinking back his tears, in an attempt to put on a strong front as you walked out.

Luckily, you were quickly teleported back to the present once your back hit his bed, allowing him to pull his shirt off in one movement.

You would never not stare, never could not stare at a shirtless Matt Casey. You had made it a point not to be near him in the locker room recently because it just was not a power you possessed. Not sure how it was a power anyone could possess as your eyes raked over his broad chest, his forearms and hands causing your hips to wiggle slightly. He didn’t let you gaze long though, bending to attack your bare chest. Hand moving between your thighs to learn you weren’t lying earlier, a groan escaping him at the finding. His lips laid kisses all over your breasts, fingers moving to trail down your slit hips immediately jumping.

“So needy.” His free hand squeezed your hip forcing it down, just as he pressed a finger in slowly you let out a deep sigh. It wasn’t enough, you needed more immediately.

“More..” You requested as he curled his finger just right putting more pressure against your waist when your pelvis fought to jerk forward. Obliging, he added a second finger increasing the speed. Your body was begging you to work for it, wanting to rock your hips down to ride his hand but his strong hold was preventing it. A groan fell from your lips the minute his thumb met your clit rubbing soft circles.

“You wanna come on my fingers?” He whispered in your ear, biting it softly. You were breathing heavily, quickly nodding your head yes in response. Your walls clenching when he crooked his fingers once again, so damn close, when he pulled away from you.

“Matt, what the fuck?” You whimpered, squirming under his lustful gaze.

“I don’t think you’re ready yet.” He brushed you off, but the glint in his eye proved how much he enjoyed this and it was clear you were in for a long night, leaning forward he pulled your last piece of clothing down your legs roughly tugging you towards the edge of the bed by your ankles, ending on his knees between your legs, and it was a sight to behold. One of your favorites if you were being honest. You were taken back at the lack of teasing the minute Matt shoved his mouth into your pussy, tongue darting out to lick your clit, a wail echoing from your lips, “You taste so damn good, forever my favorite meal, baby.” He praised nipping the sides of your thighs when his finger circled your entrance once again filling you. You directed all your focus towards keeping quiet as the knot grew tighter with every movement, hoping if you didn’t give him any sign of how close you were you could trick him into letting you come, hands twisted tight in the sheets when he sucked your clit finger curling to hit your sweet spot, but at the last second he pulled away, ripping you back from the brink once again.

“Fuck!” You huffed, hand punching the sheets, Matt chuckled above you,

“You’re so cute thinking I don’t know your body like the back of my hand.” And okay while this sucked, cocky Matt was intoxicating.

He edged you three more times and you were so wound up you feared the second he got in you, you would burst. You were physically panting, tears covering the sheets under your head.

“Matt-please. I’ll fucking call Hawkins right now.” You bargained, and despite the jealously that flashed deeper on his face he grinned smugly.

“You think threatening me right now is a good idea?” His eyebrow raised.

“I don’t know! I just need something, anything please.” Your thighs squeezed together begging for friction. Your eyes traveled down the man’s body, hardness in his jeans more than evident and you reached out towards him, missing the feeling of him in your hand, getting to watch his face scrunch in pleasure with just a flick of your wrist, but he caught your hand.

“Tonight’s about you baby, and making you wonder why you’d ever want someone else to put their dick in you.” He winked, his words actually surprised you. He was never this territorial over you, but it lit an even bigger fire inside of you. “Tell me what you want.” He ordered hands resting against the edge of the bed.

“You, right now. Anyway you’ll give it to me.” You wasted no time in answering, batting your eyelashes.

Smiling he finally pulled his jeans and boxers down allowing the bulge in his pants room breathe, tip red and dripping, moving to hover on top of you, he teased his cock through your wetness appreciating the way your cheeks flushed, his pupils dark not allowing you much time to drool, “Condom?” He asked, seemingly forgetting until this point not used to having to use them with you since you were on birth control, “I’m sure Severide has some.” You could see the hurt in his eyes from having to ask, and it made your heart ache in turn, but you shook your head,

“I’ve made everyone else wear one.” You explained, hooking your legs around his hips and his relief was obvious.

“Ready?” He leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, a welcoming softness in a tension filled room.

“God, yes.” You wiggled your hips attempting to angle him in.

At the confirmation Matt thrusted deep into you pulling a gasp out of you at the roughness. You could vividly remember the first time Matt and you had sex. Gentle, intimate, loving after years of longing and avoiding the inevitable between you two. Completely different than right now. You wouldn’t be surprised if tomorrow you found marks from the Captain’s fingers around your hips pulling you towards him feverishly, everytime his dick thrusted forward into you, and it was exactly what you needed. It took a whole two seconds for you to fill the room with moans, allowing him to manhandle you from the start. He maneuvered your legs from his hips to his shoulders enabling him to go deeper, screaming when he thrusted his hips the perfect way, “Matt-oh my god,“ your body was tightening embarrassingly fast.

“Yeah, baby?” He gritted, and you were extremely impressed at how well he was keeping his composure tonight.

“You’re so fucking good.” You complimented through ragged breaths, eyes tightly shutting at the growing pressure.

“Go and fuck whoever you want, but you’re always gonna end up back here, baby. Cause nobody can fuck this pussy better than me, huh? Tell me I’m right baby girl, you don’t come until you do.” He bargained, pulling out so just the tip was in you, slowing down his thrusts. You didn’t want to give in, to give him the satisfaction regardless of it being the truth, but based on how he was acting tonight you really believed if you didn’t confirm his suspicions he wouldn’t let you come, and you just might actually die if that was the case. Literally whining, tears springing to your eyes, your feet dug into his shoulders in an attempt to make him go deeper. So fucking close, your muscles hurt from the strain of being so tightly wound time and time again, “Sweetheart, I can come just like this right now if you want me to. Be like every other guy you’ve been with recently. Is that what you want?” His tone was dripping in arrogance and his shallow thrusts were successfully torturing you. How this side of him could be completely infuriating but completely erotic at the same time was beyond your comprehension at the moment. You had never been so distraught, allowing your pride to go out the window without a second thought.

“Matt-“ you felt the tears starting to run down your face, “please. It’s you- it’s yours. Need you, always need you. Please let me come.” Your breathing was ragged, hips doing their best to entice him closer, pull him in on their own accord.

“Good girl.” He praised leaning down to kiss the tears away softly, “you’re so damn pretty.” He smiled genuinely, studying your features.

“Fuck me, Captain.” You smirked, although enjoying the snippet of fluff. Laughing, Casey returned to his previous position.

“Remember you asked for it.” He teased throwing you a wink before flipping you over on your stomach, ramming into you harder this time. The bunch of nerves you had felt plenty of times tonight already quickly returning full force, Matt was finally starting to lose his cool, grunts falling from his lips.

“Fuck, [Y/N].” Looking over your shoulder you could see his eyes were between your legs intently watching where you two met, a sight you wish you had the ability to see.

“Matt-“ a broken sob fell from your lips, “so close.” You were attempting to move your hips with his but the brutal pace he had set was hard to match. He wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you up against his chest. Pressing the fingers from his right hand against your clit, rubbing soft circles.

“Go ahead, gorgeous.” He encouraged into your ear kissing the back of your neck, seconds later your body practically convulsed finally letting go, back arching off into his chest, a loud moan echoing in the room. Matt having to hold you up completely as you worked through your high. He followed soon after filling you with warmth every time his dick twitched. A feeling you missed more than you’d like to admit.

You lay in silence after collapsing on the mattress, legs shaking, Casey’s head dug into your neck trying to resurrect his breath, heart beating rapidly against your back. The intensity finally dwindling, causing an unwelcome sob to break out of you at the sudden change of environment. Matt’s head shot up at the sound.

“Hey hey hey, what’s wrong? I’m sorry, was it too much?” Matt’s body went rigid concern lighting his eyes, as he took your face between his hands.

“No, not at all. It was incredible. I’m sorry, I’m being ridiculous.” You tried to brush him off, a wet laugh coming out, attempting to get out from under him and off the bed.

“No, come here. Talk to me.” He repositioned you so you were now laying on top of him against his chest. Holding you tightly.

“It’s just…I’ve had the most terrible week. Truly awful and all I’ve wanted, all I’ve craved every single day was a Matthew Casey hug.” You sniffed, shaking your head embarrassingly. His arms tightened around you at your confession, dropping a kiss against your head, and the familiarity did exactly as you assumed it would, tension releasing from your body, relaxation taking over in its place.

“Baby, I’ll I’ve wanted to do this week is give you a hug. I’m right here. I’m always right here. No matter what, I’m yours, baby, and I will wait however long it takes for you to come back to me and realize that I’m the guy for you.” His hand was trailing soothingly up and down your back.

“I’m just scared, Matt.” You had never given him a true reason for leaving, claiming you just didn’t know if you felt right in a relationship at the time.

“Of what?” He asked.

“Having to watch you run into burning buildings has never been my favorite regardless of how good you look in bunker gear, but..after Otis it’s just been unbearable, and I just thought maybe if I broke it off it would get easier. It would just feel uneasy like with Kelly or Stella rather than crippling.” You explained, emotions getting the better of you as you thought back to losing Otis and having to watch Katie crumble.

Chloe had the same thoughts and luckily for Cruz she learned to accept it, but she also didn’t have to physically witness it. She didn’t have to worry every time Boden’s face ticked with concern when he didn’t like something. Didn’t have to count down the seconds waiting for him to reappear in the smoke when Boden pulled them. Didn’t have to beg your shaking hands to stay steady and focus on the patient when you heard an accidental pass alarm.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me this?” His voice was so calm, so full of sympathy.

“What were you gonna do, Matt?” He wasn’t going to stop being a firefighter and you’d never want him to.

“I don’t know.” He admitted, “Has it worked?” It was a question he didn’t want to ask, but one he needed an answer to.

“Far from it,” you shook your head swallowing more tears, “I don’t know if I’ll ever get over it, losing Otis, watching everyone fall apart maybe it’s something I need to talk to someone about, but regardless it’s just made me realize god forbid something did happen I’d be so pissed I didn’t spend everyday with you that I could. I love you with my entire being Matthew Casey, and I think it’s pretty clear that’ll never stop.” You finally looked up at him.

“This is the dick lust talking isn’t it?” He joked after a beat of silence allowing you to laugh, smacking him in the chest. “I promise I will do everything I can to always come out for you.” He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear closing his eyes to kiss you on the head.

“I think jealous Matt is my new favorite Matt.” You grinned eyes sparkling.

“Hawkins is just lucky his face is still intact.” He growled, only confirming your new opinion.

“I’m hungry.” You attempted to steer off the topic, accompanied by your stomach rumbling.

“We did put in quite a workout.” Matt joked kissing your cheek, “I can order some pizza let me just see if Severide is home.” He jumped up to put a pair of sweatpants on, throwing you a Chicago Fire sweatshirt of his basking in his scent overwhelming you.

“God bless him if he is.” You winced thinking back to his comment in the bar earlier. Throwing the piece of clothing on as Matt disappeared into the hallway.

Two minutes later the man in question appeared in your doorway, arms crossed against his chest, a cocky look on his face.

“You seriously need to learn these walls aren’t soundproof.” He quipped, forcing a blush on your cheeks.

“You know what? You had to have seen the trail of clothes when you got home you knew what you were getting into.” You defended, shrugging.

“I’m just kidding, I got home like two minutes ago. Figured I’d give you some time when neither of you happened to come back to the bar.” He laughed when you rolled your eyes, walking to sit on the bottom of the bed, “I’m sorry for telling him about Hawkins by the way. I was just trying to kick his ass into gear.”

“Alright, it’s ordered, 35 minutes.” Matt announced as he reappeared in the room, climbing back into his bed beside you pulling you into his side.

“Casey, your girl almost took down an attorney today. Who by the way wasn’t very happy when you never returned.”

It was a perfect end to a not so perfect week.

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Bound by Fate

Azrielx Archeron Oc

A/N- happy day 4 of my week celebrating over 100 new friends 💙 here is the winning poll piece with Azriel and our little Archeron OC, Kaylee. This mostly takes place pre-hybern and the Cauldron, but expect a turn at the end. This is a little bit of a Rollercoaster because I love the idea of Az and Kaylee going into her being made already kind of courting.

Summary - After her older sister returns home with 3 males in tow, Kaylee finds her life turn upside down by one of them. She is unknowingly drawn to the scarred male, and he to her.

Less fun Warnings - mentions of death and child loss (nothing graphic just in a healing house sense), mentions of SA, angst. Kidnapping

The fun warnings - smut, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, dom/sub dynamics (because what kind of Az fic doesn't pay into bdsm?), innocent oc, one use of impact play

Word count - around 3866

Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

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The first time Azriel came, Feyre and Kaylee held eye contact, communicating silently. Her older sister had brought 3 men, males, she corrected herself, into their home, and now, she sat next to the one who had pretty blue gems. She supposed he was pretty, too.

If you liked your partner to quite possibly be able to kill you with their bare teeth.

And Kaylee supposed, again, that she maybe did. She looked at him before looking at Feyre and then went back to poking at her food.

When she went to bed that night, locked in her room alone by Nesta's orders, Kaylee could have sworn she saw a shadow move before something cool danced in hair and laced between her fingers.

On his second visit, Azriel found himself looking for Kaylee. He had bought something for her at a jewelry shop, without any inkling as to why. He held the small box containing the pretty raw sapphire necklace as he entered her room at the estate.

He froze at the sight of her. Her long sandy blonde hair was damp, she was wrapped in a soft fluffy robe. She was sitting at her vanity, frozen as she stared back at him. "Aren't you supposed to be dropping a letter off to Nesta?" Her voice reminded him of summer rain. It had played in his mind constantly the past couple weeks.

"I did. I was hoping to see you." He smiled as a flush instantly hit her face, gracing her cheekbones. "Only if that is okay, though. Nesta and Elain do not know I snunk up here." Kaylee nodded. She motioned for him to join her in the room, and he sat on her bed. The smell of jasmine and vanilla hit him instantly. Expensive, a shadow whispered. "How is the healing house?"

Kaylee smiled as she turned to him, running an oil through her long beautiful hair. Soft, another shadow whispered. "It's been okay. Lots of kids this week with colds and allergies. Poor little things."

"Do you want kids someday?" The question was out before Azriel could stop himself. "Sorry I-"

"With the right person, yes." Kaylee answered without hesitation. "But only if Feyre likes them. Which I guess gives me my short lifetime to find someone." Azriel felt his heart deflate at the reminder. Human, a shadow whispered. She is just human.

Azriel stood as she turned back to the mirror, keeping the box behind his back and he approached her. "Hold your hair up for me, Kaylee." She watched him from the mirror but did as he asked. "I bought this for you. I thought I couldn't help but to think of it with your eyes when I saw it." She allowed him access to her neck without fear as she watched him. His hands were shaking from his nerves as he placed the delicate necklace on her and closed the latch.

He couldn't help himself as he reached behind her, positioning the stone so it sat perfectly centered above her breasts. "Beautiful," he whispered to her softly. "Absolutely beautiful."

On his third visit, Azriel wasn't even supposed to technically be there. He had been trying to get into the Mortal Queen's Castle. During his flight, he was struck with an arrow. It wasn't ash, wasn't laced with faebane, but he took advantage of the injury nonetheless, using it as an excuse to see Kaylee. He was currently sat on her vanity stool, shirtless, as she cleaned the wound. "I don't know much about fae healing. It looks like it's already closing, though."

Azriel chuckled. "It probably is. I just wanted an excuse to see you." He laughed again as her face flushed and she smacked him on the shoulder. "Can you blame a male for wanting a pretty girl to tend to his injuries?"

Kaylee shook her head smiling before moving to clean the barely there cut on his face. "You are a shameless flirt, Azriel."

"Only when it comes to you, honeybee." He adjusted the sapphire necklace, smiling slightly. "How are you?"

Kaylee shrugged. "Nesta and Cassian got into it today when he stopped by. The energy of the house has been off since then. It's just a heavy feeling?" She looked at him, hoping he understood what she meant and he nodded. "How are you?"

"I was shot with an arrow today, Kaylee. I too have had better days." She couldn't help but to laugh at the statement, her head falling into his shoulder. He'd do anything to hear her laugh, to see her smile. "I did get to see you. So that does make up for it." She pulled back slightly, her face near his. The cut was long gone, the wound in his side had closed and all that was left was a faint pink mark.

Az, a familiar purr came into his mind. Where are you?

Almost to the wall. I'll be home soon. Azriel locked Rhysand out, his hand absent-mindedly moving to Kaylee's face.

Neither of them know if he moved in, or if she did, but one second there was a breath of air between them, the next, there was nothing but his lips on hers. Moving together as he pulled her closer between his legs and her hands came to rest on his chest.

It felt like, for once, something good was in his pathway. Something whole and pure. He pulled away from her, instantly missing the taste of honey and green tea that lingered on her, and rested his forehead against hers. "I have to go, Rhys is calling for me."

Kaylee just nodded. "Was that your way of saying goodbye?" Azriel nodded. "We should always say goodbye like that then."

"Agreed."

Azriel's third visit was spent mapping out the house. He had not seen Kaylee since his last stop, but a small box sat heavy in his pocket waiting for the moment Nesta was done with him so he could see her.

"The last room is Kay's," the oldest sister glared at him. "She might be in there, so if she is, do not speak with her and leave her alone." Azriel nodded. "She's had a rough week."

Azriel opened the door, closing it behind him when he found the mortal who haunted his every waking moment curled in a ball on her bed. Crying. Lost someone. The shadow he had trailing her told him. Little one.

Azriel sat on her bed, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Kaylee." She was instantly in his arms, crying harder as he held her against him. He adjusted slightly so she'd be in his lap, then pulled the box out and set it on her night stand. "It's okay, honeybee."

"It's not fair," and Azriel knew it wasn't. The shadow had finished filling him in. "He didn't even have a chance." He shushed her softly, pulling her in tighter. "It's just not fair."

"I know, Kaylee. I know. The loss of a babe is never fair, nor easy." They held each other in silence until her sobs became soft sniffles. Asleep. Likes to cuddle with the otter on the corner of the bed. We snuggle it every night. Azriel could have laughed at his shadows' confession. He laid Kaylee down, tucking her into the bed and handing her the otter. He watched as the shadow he had unknowingly lost to her weaved between her fingers and almost nestled into her. Ours, it whispered.

He kissed her lips gently and whispered a goodbye to her, leaving a quickly scribbled note with the box.

His fourth visit wasn't fun, nor did it allow him much time with her. He watched as Nesta fixed Kaylee's long soft waves, dissatisfied with the looks of her youngest sister.

They all had told the sisters how beautiful they looked, only for Nesta to back hand the compliment to Kaylee. "Had someone been home earlier, she'd look better."

There's nothing fucking wrong with her, Rhysand growled into the link he, Cassian, and Azriel were sharing. What is Nesta's fucking problem with her younger siblings?

From what my shadows caught, Kaylee did not get home until almost an hour ago. Something happened last night and she was pulled from bed.

That explains the medicine smell on her skin still. Cassian said softly. I think she looks fine. She looks extra glowy in that shade of blue, wouldn't you say, Azriel?

Ah yes, Rhysand said. With that clearly fae made jewelry. Admit you're courting her, Brother. We do not care..

Azriel slammed them out, moving to Kaylee as Nesta tried to force her younger sister to let her tie her hair up in braids. "Enough. She looks fine." He pulled Kaylee back to the wall by him and Cassian. They shared a silent look between them. He smiled as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, exposing the sapphire earrings he had purchased her.

Kaylee whispered quietly, "They're late." Cassian shrugged, trying to hide his annoyance. Kaylee jumped as a male suddenly appeared before her, guards and the queens winnowing in. Her hand had grabbed Azriel's, and he had protectively pulled the youngest sister behind him, almost handing her to Cassian with a growl. They did not get to kiss goodbye on that visit. An action Azriel would fly back soon to fix.

He had flown back a week later, sneaking into her room using the balcony door, and waited for her on her bed. He had not noticed her bathroom light was on. he was just anxiously waiting, mind in his own world. "Oh Gods! Azriel! You have to stop sneaking up on me." His gaze shot up and instantly widened.

Kaylee was standing there in her towel. Her long legs exposed to him, her upper chest exposed to him. "I-" he shut his mouth as quickly as he opened it and looked away.

"Is everything okay?" Kaylee moved closer to him until she was right in front of him. "Are you okay?"

He swallowed thickly, eyes locked on her toned thighs. "You are naked."

"Do fae not bathe naked? You all just leave your clothing on? Are you all ever naked?" He smirked at the question and bit at the bait she had tossed out.

"I'm naked when I bathe, Kaylee. I spend a lot of time naked actually." She hummed softly, tucking the end of her towel into itself. "Everything is fine, by the way. I just had a night off and thought I'd spend it seeing you." Kaylee nodded and smiled. "I figured we could maybe talk, or-" he trailed off, eyes on her legs again.

"Ooooor?" He shook his head. "Or what, Azriel?"

He swallowed again. "I will be honest. I forgot every idea I had once I realized you were naked."

Kaylee was debating something. Finally making her choice she dropped the towel, crawling into his lap, bare to him. "Does my nakedness bother you?" Azriel groaned, instantly switching their positions so she was below him.

He growled at her slightly parted lips before diving into them and kissing her deeply. His hands began to roam, going up from her waist to her breasts and squeezing the tender flesh. He devoured her moans, groaning in response as her legs fell wider apart to allow him more space. He moved his lips from hers, kissing down her neck, then biting into the pulse point softly.

Kaylee was responsive to him, to his every touch, lick, and kiss. He felt as if he were a sex God at how the littlest things he did seemed to be magic to her. "You are so beautiful. You know that?" He whispered into her ear before lightly biting it. She doesn't, the shadow said. She doesn't believe you. Azriel lifted her from the bed, pulling them in front of her full length floor mirror and stationed himself behind her. He continued kissing her neck and shoulders, hands playing with her nipples as she turned to hide her face in his neck.

Her skin was on fire with every touch of his hands, only to be instantly cooled by his shadows. "So fucking beautiful," Azriel groaned into her neck. "Look at yourself in the mirror and say you're beautiful."

His hands roamed lower and lower, finger tips leaving goosebumps in their wake as he continued to kiss her neck. "Az-"

"I gave you an order, little one," he bit harshly at her pulse point, soaking in her gasp and moan. "I expect you to follow it."

Kaylee's eyes rolled back as she moaned again. "Look in the mirror and say you are beautiful." Kaylee pulled back from him slightly, holding eye contact with him before realizing he was serious. "Do it or I stop. I will leave you here wet and alone, Kaylee. I only play with good girls."

She whimpered softly. His hand came up to grip her jaw, turning her face to look into the mirror. He had her spread out to him, his other large hand splayed on her lower stomach and public mound. "How can you see this beautiful body, those eyes, those legs, every fucking day and not realize how beautiful you are? Say. It."

Kaylee swallowed thickly as he watched her. "I'm beautiful," Azriel's hand on her chin moved to her throat, gripping gently. His other hand moved lower again, cupping her sex as he groaned at the feeling of her dripping for him.

"Again." He commanded.

"I'm beautiful," a single finger moved through her folds, gathering wetness.

"Again, honeybee."

"I'm beautiful." Azriel pushed his finger into her tight entrance, rewarding her obedience. "Fuck, Az." He slowly pulled it out, pushing it back in again. Watching her watch him.

"Look at how pretty you look right now with your cunt swallowing my finger." She blushed instantly at his words, moaning as he curled the digit into a spot she had never found before. "Such a pretty cunt, Kaylee." He slipped a second finger in, the stretch almost burning as Kaylee moaned. "Has anyone else played with you, beautiful? Or is this tight little hole all mine?" He knew immediately based on the blush and smirked. "Say red if you want to stop at any point, baby."

His fingers began moving inside of her as he continued to force her to watch. He was opening and closing them like scissors, curling them into that spot teasingly, pulling them out just to push them back in so slowly. "You smell so fucking divine, baby. I bet you taste like heaven." He growled in her ear as she tried to look at him. He ripped his fingers from her, smacking her soaked cunt lightly. He delighted in the squeal that left her throat followed by a whine. "Eyes stay on the mirror." He pushed his fingers back in, palm grazing the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. "Follow my rules and I will reward you, Kaylee. Break them and I will have to teach you some lessons. Am I understood?"

"Yes," she nodded as best she could with the hand still holding her throat.

"Yes sir," he corrected her.

"Yes sir." He nodded and began to pleasure her again, shadows moving in play with her peaked nipples. A heat Kaylee had rarely experienced in her self exploration began to build in her stomach. A coil was tightening and building quickly as she moaned more and more. Azriel was smirking watching her, feeling her walls fluttering around his fingers. "Az," she lost her thoughts as he put pressure on her clit again.

"I know, Kaylee. I can tell. Do you want to cum? Want to soak my hand like a good girl?" She began nodding eagerly. "Do you deserve to?"

"Yes sir." She answered instantly. A smile bloomed on his face. "Please?"

"Tell me why you deserve to cum."

"Because I was good, and I listened-" She moaned loudly as his fingers began constantly curling into that spot, his palm constantly running over her clit. "Sir. Please."

"Tell me one last time what I want to hear."

"I'm beautiful."

"Yes you are, baby. Cum for me." Kaylee finished stunningly. Her back arching slightly as her hips began to ride his hand. Her lips parted in a silent scream as that coil snapped. Azriel watched in bliss, eyes wide as hers squeezed shut and her cunt pulsed around his fingers, soaking them like he had predicted.

He slowed his movements, riding her high out gently as he whispered praise in her ear. He slowly removed his fingers from her but forced her to watch him in the mirror again. He put them in his mouth, the feral being inside of him growling at the taste of her pleasure and essence. He sucked and licked his fingers clean, maintaining eye contact with her. "Heaven." He confirmed before turning her in his arms. "You taste like heaven."

She fell asleep in his arms that night, his naked body pressed tight against hers. She had stopped before it went too far, wanting to wait to cross that line fully once they had looked into fae and human couplings more. Azriel had played with her hair before falling asleep as well.

He had relectantly drug himself out of her bed, only waking her to kiss her goodbye as the sun began to rise.

The next visit was silent and tense. "How long has she been missing?" Cassian asked softly. "When was she last seen?"

Elain shook her head. "She was at the healing house. They said a man came, asking for her specifically by name and claiming his son had fallen ill. Kaylee is known for her work with children. She hasn't been seen since."

Rhys rolled his eyes. "Right. We got that. How long ago was it?" Feyre was holding Azriel's hand tightly as the male tried to school his expression and breath.

"About two weeks ago." Nesta finally answered.

"Our sister has been gone for two weeks, and you haven't looked for her?"

"It wouldn't be the firs-" Cassian cut Nesta off with a single hand raised to her.

"I do not want to hear your excuses. Az?"

"I will find her." The shadow singer said softly. "She should have one shadow with her. If it hasn't come back to me-" His jaw tightened. The sentence didn't need to be finished as he and Rhys made eye contact and the high lord nodded. It was clear to all of the fae in the room. Kaylee was alive, but possibly in danger.

Somewhere in Hybern, Kaylee pulled her knees to her chest as she sat locked in a dark cell. Fae males were guarding her as she sniffled and cried for what felt like the 1000th time today.

She had been forced to bathe and dine with a king. One who whispered in her ear what he planned to do to her, to her sisters, before hurting her, using her, laughing while she cried and a human male watched.

Kaylee watched from the corner of her eye as the little shadow that followed her returned with more. One tried to approach the cell before falling still on the ground and regrouping to join the other ones.

She was losing hope. Hope that Rhys could hear her as she screamed for him mentally. Hope that Feyre would come save her. Losing hope that anyone could come save her. Kaylee fiddled with the chain of her necklace as she cried harder. Help me, she pleaded mentally to anyone listening. Someone please help me.

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Kaylee didn't bother fighting the guards pulling her into the throne room. She knew the pathway well at this point. Nesta was struggling, Elain was crying. Kaylee just walked, numb to all of it. Nesta and Elain were stopped at a certain point while Kaylee was dragged to the King of Hybern and forced to sit at his feet.

Rhys growled loudly at the sight of her. "What did you do to her?! Kaylee! Honey, look at me!" She refused to look at Rhysand, wrapping her hand around the King's calf and playing the part of the good little toy he had forced her to become.

"You and Kaylee have something in common now dear Rhysand. You're both little pleasure whores." The king tilted her jaw, eyes sparkling with the lifelessness he found in Kaylee's. "The only difference is my toy had to be broken into submission while you handed yours away freely."

He dropped her jaw and Kaylee zoned out, waiting for what she knew was coming, almost begging for it. She blocked out Elain's screams. She blocked out the panic as Nesta stayed in too long. She blocked out the image of Cassian reaching for her older sister despite being nearly unconscious.

"Put my pet in. I want to see if she's worth breeding once she is fae." A soft growl snapped Kaylee back to reality. She knew it was Azriel. She knew he was dying. She almost fought as the Hybern guards gripped her arms, but it all went limp as one realized what she was about to do and back handed her. "Evidently there is some fight left in her. No matter, that can be fixed."

Kaylee allowed them to drag and lift her. She heard Feyre scream as Rhys held her back. But all Kaylee felt was water and cold and pain.

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Azriel woke up in his own bed, squeezing his eyes shut before his hands shot to his chest. "You're fully healed," a tired voice came from the corner as Rhysand stood. "You've been asleep for 3 days."

"Cassian-" Azriel began coughing and Rhysand handed him water.

"Asleep in his room. He's been awake off and on. His wings will be fine. Just a slow healing process." Rhysand sat on the edge of Azriel's bed. "Feyre is in Spring acting as a spy. She is okay." Rhysand handed Azriel broth, hoping to help him build strength. "Nesta and Elain are awake. Traumatized, but awake and alive." He watched as Rhysand swallowed thickly. "Kaylee hasn't woken up yet. She shows no signs of waking up anytime soon. Madja and her team are monitoring her day and night. I am going into her mind every so often looking for changes."

"Take me to her." Rhysand sighed heavily at the request. "Rhys. Take me to Kaylee. Please."

The high lord nodded. "They all have powers now, Az. We can't tell what they all are, but be aware, Kaylee's body is strumming with her magic. I don't know why or what she is, but she's dangerous, Az."

Azriel nodded, moving to stand and walk with Rhys. "Did Cassian?"

"The bond snapped for him the second he saw her. We were correct. Just like I have a feeling we're about to be again." He opened the door to the room next to Azriel's.

The brothers entered the room quietly and Azriel released a soft sob. Kaylee was asleep, hair spread out on the pillow as she took deep breaths. Azriel knew what Rhysand meant immediately. Her power was intoxicating, all consuming. His eyes flicked to the birds and other animals watching from the ledge of her balcony. He shot Rhysand a questioning look, and the High Lord shrugged.

Azriel began to note the changes in her. Her ears had changed shape, her limbs slightly longer, cheekbones higher. He fixed her necklace, and removed her earrings gently. Azriel took her small hand in his, ignoring the strumming glittering bond that snapped the second he touched her.

Rhys paused as he studied the light of it. "Azriel, did you two?"

"Not to the full extent, no." His brother was stroking her head. "We played. That's it." Rhys nodded. Grabbing two chairs so they could sit with her.

He was in Kaylee's mind. She was dreaming about walking through the woods and countless animals and lesser fae. Her mind showed no signs of waking her anytime soon. "I have Amren looking into her dream symbolism and her sudden new furry and feathery friends, we have guesses, but-"

"All we can do is wait?" Azriel's voice was desperate as he kissed Kaylee's cold fingers.

"Correct. All we can do is wait."

#acotar #acotar x reader #azriel #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #azriel fic #azriel x oc #readychilledwine's heresto100 celebration

[donnas-dollface]

"Home Is You."

pairing; valeria garza x afab! reader

warnings; nothing really, it's just pretty fluffy because i'm yearning for some domestic content :') and because my cramps are killing me.

summary; that time of month always sucks. you swear that your own body is trying to kill you, with the way your cramps manage to leave you bedridden. but your amazing girlfriend takes the day off to watch over you.

NOTHING COULD DESCRIBE THE HELLISH PAIN YOU WERE IN THIS MORNING. The way that it felt like somebody was squeezing your insides, and every little movement somehow managed to make it worse. Just laying still did very little to soothe your cramps. You'd simply be laying still, and suddenly the wave of nausea would hit you like a train. Your eyesight and sense of smell were also heightened for whatever reason, making you more vulnerable to the nausea and headaches.

After awhile of trying to lay in a comfortable position, you gave up, just simply laying in the quiet bed, your eyes shut. Somewhere in the messy bedsheets, the sound of your phone buzzing caused you to perk up. A loud sigh left you, and you began to lazily pat the bed, searching for it. Maybe it was just a phone notification or something of the like. But on the rare chance that it was Valeria, you always checked. She hardly messaged when she was working or doing business, but there were those times she'd slip away to talk with you for a few moments.

Finally, your hand managed to locate the phone, and you lifted it besides your face, turning on the screen. The message icon popped up, revealing a message from the one person on your mind. Her.

"Good morning mi amor. You feeling any better than earlier?"

"more miserable actually, my stomach wants me dead."

"I'm sorry I had to come in today, but I'll make it up to you. Do you need me to pick you up anything?"

"bottles of ibuprofen and a vitamin water please?"

"Alright, I'll see you after awhile hermosa. I hope you're drinking your water."

And with that, you shut off your phone. It'd be hours until she'd come home, and that's if there wasn't some urgent matter that needed her attention. Maybe it was best to try and nap again for half the day. It was better and more appealing than suffering for the entirety of it. After a bit of a struggle, you found a comfortable position, dozing off for a good hour or two. It wasn't until you felt the shift in the mattress that you stirred, rolling over to see what it was.

Valeria stared back, smiling a bit, moving herself closer to you. Wrapping her arms around you, she gently pulled you on top of her, your head on her chest. Her warmth and scent brought a bit of comfort, and you sighed contently.

"You look like shit."

"I sure feel like it."

One of her hands was already in your hair, weaving through it, gently massaging and scratching your scalp with her manicured nails, while the other rubbed your lower back. That was the thing with you. She couldn't stand seeing you in pain, even if it was something uncontrollable like menstrual cramps. Business and everyone could wait, if you needed her, she'd come with no hesitation. Cruel and heartless, she could be with anyone else. But with you, she allowed herself to let her guard down. To be loved.

After a few moments of silence, she pressed her lips to your forehead, just living in the moment. With the way your breaths were slow and quiet, she already knew you'd fallen asleep. Not that she minded, your skin was pale, and your eyes had exhaustion written all over them. Maybe after you woke up, she'd take you into the kitchen to make something small and pick out a show. Anything you wanted.

-Kaylee 11/23/2023

*reblogs greatly appreciated and welcomed!!

#; surprise i write #it's pretty rushed but well what can you do #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty mwii #call of duty mw2 #call of duty x reader #call of duty x you #call of duty x y/n #call of duty #cod mw #cod mwf2 #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #cod x y/n #cod x you #valeria x reader #valeria garza #valeria cod #valeria mw2 #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza x you #valeria garza cod #el sin nombre #los vaqueros

[walkawaytall]

I made a TikTok about this awhile back, but since finding out that Tarkin has suspected Leia was involved with the rebellion since she was sixteen years old and considering the absolute vitriol with which they speak to each other on the Death Star, I like to think that by the time we see them in A New Hope, they've had a three-year rivalry à la Kaylee Hooper and Jack Donaghy from 30 Rock. Tarkin is constantly going on to his colleagues about that girl ruining everything and having weirdly aggressive, accusatory conversations with Leia whenever he runs into her, and everyone around him is like, "Ah, yes, your nemesis...a teenage girl. Wilhuff, are you actually okay?"

#leia organa #star wars meta #star wars #wilhuff tarkin #princess leia #grand moff tarkin #30 rock #jack donaghy #kaylie hooper

[0asisbliss]

Darling why run?

Warnings: Gore, imprisonment.

Pt1

Pairings: Chrollo x Chubby!reader

A/n: This is pt2 hope you guys like it!💕

You wake up to the sound of groaning. Chrollo must’ve just gotten up? You thought yourself. You open your eyes to your Kaylee’s decomposing head. Then there’s weird floating fish around her. You let out a blood curling scream. You stay there frozen in shock.

Then you see Chrollo's face. He’s smiling, but you’ve never seen Chrollo smile like this before. It’s weird, uncanny, creepy at most. Nonetheless you stay frozen not moving an inch. Kaylee's undead head is staring at you. It almost looks like she’s trying to mutter out something.

“Help…me… please..?”

Her words don’t fall dead ears though.

“Honey don’t you see? This is what happens when you spend time with useless people that feel your head with lies.”

You quickly snapped out of your trance, and tried to run, but when you reached the door Chrollo was already there. Chrollo grabbed you by your arms, and held them both together and dragged you down to the basement he once held Kaylee in.

“Darling? I thought you would’ve liked the present I gave you? No?"

You didn’t respond only looking into space. Thinking all of this maybe being dream. I mean the man that you slept with every night, kissed, cooked for, and held you when you cried in his arms is now chaining you to a chair and betraying you. in ways you’ve never imagined.

“Chrollo? Tell me why.. why would you do this?” You asked him desperately aching for an answer.

“Darling? You’ll try to run away from me, and we can’t have that. Now can we?”

A couple of minutes passed by and Chrollo came back with a bed setup. Was he about to have you sleep here? You didn’t know actually what he was about to do. Once he set the bedding up he bent down to do something. He gave you a kiss on your forehead. Which you flinched from. He looked hurt. Why would you flinch from his touch? Didn’t you love him?

You looked around at your surroundings. Everything looked old, and runned down. It even was a little bit of mold growing on the walls. But Chrollo was still there.

He just stood there he kept speculating on why you didn’t return the favor. Standing there for a second to see if you’d return the kiss. Unfortunately you did nothing, but look at him with disgust and hatred. You’ve never looked at him that way. The same eyes that looked at him with love, admiration, and respect now look at him with pure confusion and sadness. To stop himself from crying he left without say a word in your eyes was a win because you didn’t want to be near him or hear his voice any longer.

The next day

Chrollo came back the next morning with breakfast. You didn’t even spare him a mere glance while eating. He tried to look at the positives. I mean at least you were eating you could’ve been stubborn and refuse to eat. He smiled when you took your last bite.

“Darling did you like it?”

“…..”

Nothing. You gave him nothing not even looking at him you stayed dead silent. Once again he left without saying a word. Why wouldn't you talk to him? Oh how he missed your voice, and touch. The soft touches. Running your hand through his hair, kissing his cheek, and in general making him feel loved. He wondered how long it would be before you did those things for him again.

#hxh x reader #yandere chrollo x reader #hxh chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x reader #hxh chrollo #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #0asisseries🩰

[jasntodds]

hi, my love 🫶 can i request prompt number one from this list with our boy tom pls? ily x

Hi, Gi!! 😄 Of course, ily!!

Pairing: College!Tom Holland x Reader

Words: 637

Warnings: Fluff

You met Tom the first week of uni. You shared a class and happened to sit next to each other. Both of you had clicked from the started, as if you’d be friends for years. Since then, now well into the second semester, you’ve become each other’s best friends. Almost inseparable but until today, you’ve never studied together.

The thing about Tom, for you, is that yes he’s attractive. But he’s almost too attractive. Almost basic kind of jock type of attractive. Pretty to look at, of course, but nothing that separates him much from the other jocks at the university besides the funky eyebrow and slightly crooked nose. He’s just kind of Tom.

Now, however, you’re in your dorm with Tom and he’s sitting there with his notes open and glasses on. You didn’t know he wore glasses, not that you expect that small thing to really come up in a random conversation but it catches you off guard. And you can’t help but notice that the basic jock look he normally has, completely disappears with the glasses. He looks cuter and softer and a little dorky.

“You okay?” Tom asks, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Huh?” You shake your head once. “Yeah, sorry.” You feel your cheek get warm and smile awkwardly. “Just thinking.” You brush it off.

“Okay.” Tom chuckles, pushing his glasses up his face with his finger.

Why are you finding that, of all things, so attractive right now? And why are you suddenly focusing on everything about him? The way his pen fits between his fingers, his handwriting that could easily be mistaken for chicken scratch is becoming cute, the way his hair is starting to curl at the ends because he hasn’t had a haircut in awhile. The way he says your name. You have to physically stop from thinking about this and remind yourself that this is all totally platonic. People think like this with their friends. You now found Tom insanely attractive, ya know, platonically.

“Okay, seriously, what’s goin’ on?” Tom chuckles, pulling you from your totally platonic train of thought.

“Uh,” Your brows furrow knowing you can’t possibly tell him that you were just thinking of hot you find your best friend in glasses. “I just didn’t know you wore glasses.” You shrug.

Tom chuckles, scrunching his nose. “A lot of people wear glasses, darlin’.”

“Well, yeah…but I didn’t know you wore them.”

Tom gains a cheeky grin. “What? Am I that irresistible in them?” Tom jokes, internally pushing the glasses up his nose.

You pause, eyes going wide. One of the reasons you and Tom get along so well is because you understand each other jokes, not matter how dry or simple they are. Not right now though. The very thought of him knowing that yes, he is irresistible in glasses, terrifies you. You don’t want to make this whole study session and friendship awkward or weird. But now you’re realizing that you’re definitely taking too long to respond with a quip or a laugh and by the growing smile on Tom’s face, he’s figured it out, too.

“I was joking.” Tom laughs softly as he shakes his head.

Yeah, yeah.” You nod your head quickly, feeling your veins fill with embarrassment. “I-I knew that.” You try to brush him off with a playful scoff.

“Mhm, sure.” Tom hums and the teasing grin never budges. “Maybe if we ever get some studying done, I’ll take you on a date.”

“Oh my gosh.” You groan. “Shut up.”

Tom laughs. “That wasn’t a joke. We’ll finish up and go out, grab some food from that place you like few blocks down.” Tom’s cheeks tint pink, as the teasing grin turns soft.

“Um…” You pause, shocked how a pair of glasses lead you here. “Okay, yeah, that sounds nice

Birthday Blurb Week

#I just wanted to be like queue #I hope you like it!! #you know I love a college Au lol #Tom holland #Tom holland x you #Tom holland x reader #tshwritersnet #Tom holland fanfiction #Tom holland fanfic #college!tom holland #tom holland blurb #tom holland x yn #kaylees26th #gi 🧡 #softholand #kaylee answers

[kayleeheartkins]

hi there Kaylee, hope you had a Happy birthday did you get some awesome gifts?

Aw thank you! It wasn’t my favorite birthday in the world, but I’m one year older I guess! Usually my parents have a dinner or get together but I didn’t want to bother them with that this year. I don’t particularly like my birthday, but I try to celebrate it for others to make them happy. Thinking back 🥺 last years birthday was probably my last one with my mom making me her famous cake and everything … 💔😪 and I remember she was crying cuz she couldn’t eat it because she was falsely diagnosed with diabetes 😪 when in reality it was the cancer starting.. 😭

[waywardwizzard]

"Dang, Mal, you've really scraped the bottom of the barrel with this one," Jayne said, looking down at the cage full of Jack Russell Terrier pups. "Although I heard there's some good eatin' on 'em for sure."

"Jayne! That ain't right!" Kaylee scolded, kneeling next to the big cage.

River giggled when one of the puppies licked her finger.

"Can taste freedom. Tastes like cornmeal."

Jayne glared at her, his hand straying to his gun.

"You keep yer mouth shut crazy-"

"Jayne, your mouth's moving. Might want to do somethin' 'bout that," Mal said, glaring at the merc. His eyes were hard and his hand was already on his gun.

Jayne threw Mal one last look before he stomped off, shouldering past Simon. The doctor glared at him before joining his sister at the cage.

"Wash!" Mal yelled to the pilot standing above him on the catwalk. "Set a course for Cassia. The client wants their goods before the week's out."

"And don't the rest of you have something else to do?" Mal added, looking at the group huddled around the crate.

The three kids shook their heads and turned back to playing with the yapping puppies.

Mal shook his head and slowly made his way to his bunk.

Sometimes the bottom of the barrel held all the treasure, Mal thought, gently patting Serenity's hull before he dropped down the ladder. Laughter sounded from the cargo bay and the Captain smiled. Just look at what it brought him.

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Author's note:

Thanks to everyone who liked/reblogged/commented, it means a lot and it really made my month<3 This was fun and I hope to see y'all next Yeehawgust!

#firefly #serenity #space western #yeehawgust #browncoats #firefly fanfiction #browncoats unite #sci fi #malcolm reynolds #simon tam #kaylee frye #hoban washburne #river tam #yeehawgust day 31 #bottom of the barrel #fluff #found family #puppies #browncoat for life

[occulthours]

out of curiosity, are you a hosie or a hizzie? you're pretty loud about your dislike for handon, but i rarely see you post either hosie or hizzie.

Honestly, I had to think hard to answer this because I really did enjoy aspects of both ships. Short answer, I like both but don't love either. If I had to choose I would likely say Hizzie.

With Hosie I feel like they lacked a lot of the depth despite them being the most popular ship in the show. Ironically enough, they followed in KC's footsteps in that sense. They never really had enough build-up for them to start a relationship at any point in the show and it didn't help that the writers seemingly put a ban on them in s3. After being called out for queerbaiting the audience they just decided to completely cut Hope and Josie off from each other, even in situations that would've called for them to interact (s2 literally ended with them having an episode heavily centric on their dynamic, yet there was no follow up in s3?).

Their dynamic for the most part bored me, even as someone who enjoys the friends-to-lovers trope. Often times their scenes felt a bit empty, which definitely could’ve been intentional on the writers part to dissuade people from shipping them to be fair! They just didn’t get enough content for me to fully jump on board. I do think that out of Hope's popular ships, they had the best chemistry. They felt very natural in the scenes they shared and could've been great in canon. Had DRR and Kaylee been given the chance, Hosie would’ve been one of the few canon Legacies ships that had real romantic chemistry.

Hope and Lizzie’s relationship very clearly the star of the show. The best elements of the show were jumpstarted by their relationship (their rivals-to-friends era in s1, their hilarious scenes in s2 and 3, and their tribrid/heretic, sirebond, and enemies era in s4). The writers put more effort into Hizzie than any other aspect of the show, including Hope and Lizzie's canon relationships with their boring boyfriends. Typically, Hizzie is the thing the Legacies writers are praised for the most, and the praise is deserved.

Based on the writing alone Hizzie would've gone down as one of my favorite TVDU ships, maybe even one of my favorite ships period. But I don’t think DRR and Jenny have much romantic chemistry. Very close friends and platonic soulmates, yes. Girlfriends... I'd have to actually see it to believe it. They had the potential to start something, especially in season 4, but I’m not sure how it would feel to actually watch them have romantic scene.

It’s hard to say which I'd rather have been canon because of this. I can't see how Hope and Josie’s relationship being entertaining to watch (assuming that I can't go back and rewrite their relationship) and unless DRR and Jenny were specifically toning down whatever romantic chemistry they may have, I can't see myself rooting for them to kiss on screen. If I absolutely had to choose? Before s4 I would’ve said Hizzie by a long shot, but s4 gave Hosie an edge (I love ships where one or both of them are obsessively down bad and s4 Josie fit that to a T. Josie caring more about the girl that beat her father nearly to death, threatened to kill her mother, and actually killed her sister? EAT EAT EAT!), but also the sirebond gave Hizzie a bit of an edge (how could you not get even a little buzz from “I hate you for making me love you”?)… Hizzie was the first Legacies ship I fell for so I feel like I’m always gonna be a bit bias towards them.

I’d choose either one of these ships over the train wreck that was Hope and Landon in a heartbeat though! Both had potential to be excellent in their own ways if H.ndon wasn’t shoved down our throats.

#hope mikaelson #hosie for ts #hizzie for ts #legacies #not an anti post for either ships. just my thoughts. both ships had a lot of potential despite my complaints lol. #anti handon

[readychilledwine]

Azriel Week Masterlist

Super excited to be taking part in @azrielappreciationweek! I cannot wait to see what everyone else has come up with (especially you talented fanart people). Here's my masterlist of fics and drabbles for everyone's favorite bat boy with the biggest wingspan

Day 1. The Family You Make

Wingspans and Whiskey - Azriel may have been late for bonding night with Rhysand and Cassian, but he has a very valid reason for it. (Based on my personal head canon that the bat boys are gossip queens)

Day 2. Spymaster

Paradise Lost Part 2 - Cat and Mouse prequel - After being hired to take out The Night Court's dangerous spymaster, y/n finds herself trapped between a rock and hard place. - Azriel x reader

Day 3. Knife in the Dark

The Fall of Icarus - Waking up alone in a dark cell was not part of your mission plans, only you're not alone. Azriel x Reader - Dark fic (possibly light ending. I'll decide soon. Maybe.)

Day 4. Domestic Life

Daycation - Having a day off together was rare, and Azriel knew he had to make the most of it by taking Lyria to his favorite place. His mother's. -Azriel x Lyria Vanserra (based on my own hope that Azriel is a mommy's boy who loves spending all of his free time with her baking.)

Day 5. The Ravishing Type

Love Notes - He lied when he said never resorted to poetry. You knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt as you read the letter on your desk. Azriel x Reader

Day 6. The Past and Future

Threefold - After years of trying and unanswered wishes, you and Azriel find yourself blessed with more than you had ever imagined - daddy!Azriel x reader - requested

Day 7. Free Day

✨️double post day✨️

Bound by Fate pt 4 - Kaylee Archeron x Azriel - fair warning this part is angst angst angst

Lose You to Love Me - Azriel x Rhysand's Sister! Reader - you had wanted him for years, loved him for centuries, and waited for him to notice you and see you. But all books have to close, even if we don't like the ending. (Smut and angst)

#acotar #acotar x reader #azriel acotar #azriel #azriel x reader #azrielweek2023 #cassian x nesta x azriel #azriel x vanserra!oc #azriel x oc

[whumpdoyoumean]

Whumptober #2

This is set post-Serenity!

part 2 part 3

xxx i’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back

Mal turns the water up, steam billowing around him. He usually likes his showers cold, brief, and to the point, but right now the hot water feels good on his stiff joints and aching muscles. He lets the water fall over him, eyes closed as he lets out a long breath and tries to relax. He’s been on edge lately, and he’s not sure why. Things have been quiet…maybe that’s the issue. He feels like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

He’s been around long enough to know that there’s always another shoe. 

He lets out a long sigh. 

“What’s the matter, Cap?”

Mal’s eyes snap open and he turns the water off, heart hammering. That sounded like…

No.

That’s impossible.

He shakes his head in an effort to clear it, sending droplets of water flying in every direction.

“C’mon,” he mutters to himself. “Don’t be stupid.”

“I dunno, stupid is kinda your default.”

Mal whirls around and startles so bad he almost falls. Wash is standing directly in front of him. Mal shuts his eyes tight and counts to ten and then opens them, and the pilot is gone. He takes a shaky breath and reaches for his towel.

“Gwai-gwai long duh dong…”

He’s imagining things. It’s exhaustion, maybe, or maybe his blood sugar is low? He’ll grab something to eat and hit the sack early, sleep whatever this is off. 

Things’ll be better in the morning.

xxx 

Things are not better in the morning. He wakes up feeling like death warmed over; every part of him hurts and he keeps getting chills down his spine. He opens his eyes and immediately closes them, letting out a groan. His head is pounding…The travel time between planets can be hard sometimes, but right now he’s grateful for it. It means he can get away with staying in his bunk a little longer.

“You gonna stay in bed all day?” 

Mal’s eyes snap open and he bolts upright, ignoring the ache that radiates through his body. He takes a few deep breaths. “You’re not real.”

“It’s funny, you saying that out loud. Who, exactly, are you trying to convince?” Wash (Not Wash, Mal reminds himself) brushes his nose with one hand then points at Mal. “You’ve got a little something.”

Mal reaches up to his own nose right as a drop of blood hits his top lip. “Aiya!” He lets out a steady stream of curses as he tilts his head back and pinches his nostrils to stem the blood flow.

“You should talk to Simon,” Wash says.

“Why, ‘cus I got a little nosebleed?”

“Well, that. And you’re talking to a dead man.”

Mal lets out a little hum as he slowly releases the hold on his nose, relieved to find that the bleeding has stopped. “Yeah, I don’t think the doc is that kind of doc,” he mutters. “Why are you here?”

But Wash is gone.

xxx 

“You okay, Cap’n? No offense, but you look like niou-se.”

“Thanks, Kaylee,” Mal says as he pours himself a cup of shitty coffee. His hands are trembling. He hopes it isn’t noticeable. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Simon has a small frown on his face. “Because Kaylee is right, you really don’t look well.”

Mal lets out a disbelieving scoff and turns to Zoe for support. She raises her hands and shakes her head.

“Don’t look at me. I agree with them.”

“Well I don’t think you look any worse’n usual, Cap,” Jayne pipes up, and Mal gestures at him. 

“See?” he says. “I’m fine.”

“Liar.”  It’s Wash who says it, from the corner of the room, his arms crossed over his chest as he leans casually against the wall. 

“Shut up,” Mal says, low. 

Jayne lets out an indignant noise. “I didn’t say nothin’!” 

The others are looking at him. He can feel their stares, can sense the concern coming off them in waves. He doesn’t like it. He shakes his head, setting his barely-touched coffee on the table. 

“Your sister on the bridge, Doc?”

“Um, yes. She is. Do you want me to--”

“Shut your mouth and leave me alone?” Mal throws him a sarcastic smile. “Yes, I do. That sounds like a mighty fine idea, actually! I’m gonna go check in with River. I suggest you all get back to…whatever it is needs doing.”

He storms out of the room and into the small passageway that leads to the bridge. He’s tempted to just go back to his bunk and lay down. Every part of him hurts. His head is the worst. The ache that he’s been enduring the last few days has progressed and now it feels like someone is trying to break their way out of his brain with an ice pick. But he’s the captain, and he’s got a ship to run. He’s run it in worse shape than this. He hasn’t been shot or stabbed, nothing’s broken, and he’s got both his ears, so he can handle this. 

“You’re shaking, Mal,” Wash points out unhelpfully.

“Yeah, well, you’re dead,” he says under his breath, and immediately feels a sharp pang of guilt, and the ache in his chest that comes whenever he thinks too much about the people he’s lost. 

Wash just laughs, a cold, mirthless sound that makes the hairs on the back of Mal’s neck stand on end. He walks faster, doing his best to ignore the presence of his dead pilot. He’s breathing hard by the time he reaches the bridge, and he stands at the bottom of the stairs for a second to catch his breath before he climbs up. River looks over her shoulder at him.

“Morning, Captain.”

“Hey, she’s in my seat,” Wash says. 

River smiles. “I hope you don’t mind.”

Mal’s heart leaps. He’s about to say You can see him? when River points to a little bobble-head cat settled amongst Wash’s plastic dinosaurs. Mal recognizes it as one that she’d picked up at the last port.

“He was lonely on my shelf, I thought maybe he would like the company…” She frowns, tilting her head to one side. She’s staring at Mal with that look she gets, the one that means she’s pondering something deeply. “You’re sick.”

Mal lets out a frustrated breath. “Not you too,” he says, and the words are barely out of his mouth before he’s hit by a sudden wave of dizziness. He grabs the back of the chair in front of him in a tight grip to keep from falling, closing his eyes and pressing the heel of his hand against his forehead. The pain behind his eyes sharpens to a bright crescendo and he can’t stop a cry from escaping him as falls to his knees. 

“Captain?” River’s voice is high and tight with fear. Mal wants to reassure her, but he can barely think through the agony in his head. “Simon!” 

“‘m okay,” he manages to gasp, and then his mouth fills with the taste of blood and his world goes black.

xxx to be continued…

#whumptober2023 #no.2 #delirium #firefly #fic #delirious #hallucination #nosebleed #headache #collapse #sick #malcolm reynolds #firefly fic #whumptober #my writing #my fic #whump #whump fic