#quietly crawls into toilet

[gentlyweeps-world]

Brownies?

summary: You experience a bad high with Lando.

pairing: lando norris x reader

warnings: edibles, weed, getting high, throwing up

You knew Lando used weed, you knew he used it as a form of stress relief, you didn’t care, as long as he didn’t do anything stupid.

You had never done it- use weed or anything. Sure you’ve had alcohol but that was the extent.

For New Years Eve you and Lando had gone out to a club, drinking and having fun before the New Year.

You two left the club when it had officially became the New Year, giggling and being all touchy as you take an Uber home.

“Hey baby? Do you want to do something fun..” Lando mumbles out, leaning up on his elbows on your guys bed.

You raise your eyebrows at his suggestion, pulling off your clubbing outfit and pulling on one of Landos shirts.

“Depends on what this fun is..” You say with a smile, moving next to him on the bed.

“I have these edibles- I don’t really use them because they’re really strong, would you want to split one?” He says, moving on his side to face you as he reaches out a hand to play with your hair.

“Hmm sure why not..” You say with a soft smile, leaning into his touch. “Alright I’ll be right back..” He murmurs out, moving off the bed and out of the bedroom.

A few moments later he comes in with a brownie that’s cut in half, “Where have you been hiding those?” You hum out, moving as Lando gets back into bed and hands you one of the pieces.

“Back of the freezer, I know you never look back there..” He replies with a grin, watching you take the piece and eat it in one go, Lando follows suit, cuddling up next to you after.

“Hmm how long do they take to set in?” You ask, reaching out on of your hands to play with his curls.

“Uhhh thirty minutes? I’ll put on a movie or something” He says, reaching over to your bedside table to grab the TV remote, putting on a random movie.

An hour had passed, it didn’t feel like anything had set in, not until in a middle of a conversation everything felt like a dream.

“Wait Lando- did that conversation happen? I feel really tingly..” You say, starting to panic as the effects set in.

“Hey- hey it’s okay, it’s just the weed” He replies, snaking an arm around you to pull you into him.

“I feel like my heart beat is really fast- this is weird” You say, fidgeting around as everything starts to feel like it’s in third person.

“I don’t like it Lan- make it stop..”

Lando wraps his arms around you, moving you so you’re in his lap. “Hey it’s okay Y/n, baby I’m here, you’re safe with me..” Lando says, giving you a squeeze.

“I feel like I’m having a heart attack- Lando is this normal?” You whimper out, clutching at his shirt, body shaking.

“Yes baby, it’s okay, that’s all normal, it’s okay I swear..” Lando coos out, moving you two so that you guys are cuddling.

You quietly lay there in his arms, your world slowly turning into a dream- time going by slow.

“I feel like I’m out of control..” You whisper out, leaning into his warmth.

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t know how much was in those brownies…” Lando softly says, rubbing his hand on your arm.

“You’ll be okay Y/n…” Lando reassures quietly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I think- I think I might throw up..” You mumble out, don’t throw up, don’t throw up, you hate throw up Y/n! You think to yourself, slowly moving out of bed and into the bathroom, hunching over the toilet as you dry heave.

You could hear the grumbling from your stomach, and the build up of everything you consumed that day crawling up your throat.

Just as you hunch over to throw up Lando rushes to your side to pull back your hair, “It’s okay Y/n, let it all out baby..” He soothes, rubbing circles into your back with his free hand as you throw up.

You let out a groan, moving away from the toilet you lean against the wall. “Can I get something to wipe my face..?” You mumble out, peeking open your eyes just enough to meet the worried face of Lando.

“Sure baby, of course..” He says, rushing to grab a rag for you and a glass of water.

He comes back and wipes your face for you, handing you the water he sits next to you and laces your fingers together, rubbing circles on your hand with his thumb.

You quickly grab the cup of water and chug it down, leaning onto Lando’s side. “Why do people like that?” You groan out.

“Well usually it’s different- it is your first time and it was probably too much for you..” Lando says with a soft smile and chuckle.

“Then how come you’re taking it so much better than I am..” You pout out, looking into his equally red eyes.

“I’ve done it more than you- and I know the symptoms..” He says with a grin, “You’ll feel better after you sleep baby..” He adds on, pressing one more kiss to your forehead.

Even if everything was still spinning, you had Lando to anchor yourself.

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

thinking of daughter of demeter reader x luke 🥴

tell me they wouldn’t be so cute!! reader patching him up after his training, and him visiting her in the strawberry fields ! 💝

they would be the cutest.

𝒮𝓀𝓎

“Luke!” You exclaimed when he walked into your cabin, you put your book down. Your eyes fell to his arm, bleeding.

“Nice to see you too, angel.” He mumbled when you grabbed his arm, leading him to the bathroom, he sat down on the closed toilet seat and held his arm out.

“What happened this time?” You spoke as you rummaged through the cabinets, pulling out some large bandages. You grabbed a cup nearby and put some water in it, pouring it over his wound, washing the blood away.

“I was training with this Ares kid and he nicked me.” He shrugged as if blood wasn’t just gushing from his arms.

“Nicked you? He might as well have stabbed you! How’d he even manage to do that?”

“Tis but a scratch.” He joked, a small smile on his face as you put the bandage on his arm. “I looked away for a moment, let my guard down. It was my fault,”

You shook your head to yourself and bandaged his arm.

“Thank you.” He said, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You smiled, “Why did you come to me and not the Apollo cabin?” You asked him as you put everything back where it was.

“Because, I wanted to see you."

"You saw me 20 minutes ago." You spoke, walking out the bathroom now. He followed.

"60." he corrected, a small smile on his face.

“I would love to stay, but I still have classes.” He said with a groan as he looked at the time.

You nodded in understanding.

“Just take it easy and don’t get stabbed next time, okay?”

“You got it, doc. I will see you later.” He said, a small smile as he walked backwards and pointed little finger guns at you.

You rolled your eyes, he was just like a teenage boy.

You walked through the field, basket in your hand and your hands grazing the grass. The strawberries would be perfect for picking now, you thought.

You wanted to lay in them and never leave. You wanted to live amongst the field and the crops.

You had a small smile as you picked some off, putting them into the basket. As a child of Demeter and the counselor of the cabin, you overlooked the crops and the fruits for the rest of the camp, not that you minded. You liked doing it, like how a Hephaestus kid likes forging.

Silently, Luke came up behind you. You were wearing that dress that he loved on you, you seemed at peace, you seemed happy.

You heard his footsteps when he neared, you turned around and your eyes met his.

“Luke.” You said, shocked to find him here. Your basket was almost halfway full.

“Hey.” He spoke, a small smile on his face as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Missed you.” You mumbled.

“I know, ‘m sorry I’ve been so busy.”

“It’s okay. I understand. You’re here now, though.” You said, he leaned down to give you a kiss. Your lipgloss getting onto his lips, making you smile and laugh as he wiped it off.

"Why are you here?" you asked him, turning around and continuing to pick the strawberries.

"Just wanted to see my girl." He said, putting his arm over your shoulders, giving you wet sloppy kisses on your neck. You gently pushed him away with a smile.

"Well, while you're here, you can help me." you said.

"Just when I thought I would be done with work." he sighed, you rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, but strawberry picking wont get an Ares kid to stab you." You bent over to pick one off.

"He didnt stab me. He barely scratched me." He argued, bending down and picking off a strawberry as well.

“Mhm. How is it, by the way?”

“Better, thanks to you.” He said, and when he picked up the next strawberry, there was a little ladybug on it.

“Look.” He mumbled, handing the strawberry to you. You sat down, smiling at the strawberry. He sat down next to you.

“It’s adorable.” You said quietly, it began to climb up your hand then your arm. He smiled as you looked at it crawling up, then at Luke.

You then put your arm to the leaf of another plant, luke furrowed his brows.

“Wouldn’t the ladybug eat it..?”

You smiled and shook your head. “Ladybugs keep the leaves healthy without pesticides. They’re wonderful.” You mumbled the last part, he smiled and nodded. He was happy to see you so passionate about something.

You looked down at your basket, and while you were sitting, picked some other strawberries nearby.

You both sat down for a little, talking and laughing, and somehow, you both ended up laying down on the grass as the sun went down and the stars began sprinkling across the sky.

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[rottnteen]

okii hi hi lovely i hv a new sfw blurb request <3 spencer reid coming home to reader having a bad week, him taking her to a bath and washing her while brushing her hair and stuff :(( my week has been so stressful and thought about being taken care of by spencer reid 🎀

Princess

TW: sfw, soft!dom spencer, sub!reader, just spencer being the best boyfriend ever, pet names, she calls him daddy but like not sexually but more in a comforting vulnerable way, idk ddlg undertones maybe?, spencer is able to pick reader up, reader is a girly girl!!!!

Spencer comes home with a smile on his face. Work was good because he only had to do files and he could get home to his lovely girlfriend. The love of his life. He enters the bedroom and sets his satchel down to see his Angel laying down in bed in her pajamas she was in last night. She looks up at him with a pout and he pouts back in return. “what’s wrong?” He asks, approaching her side.

“I’m just…” her eyes start to water, “a lot.”

Spencer’s eyes soften and he brings one of his hands out to cup her face. “Oh baby.” He sighs and kisses your tears away, “Oh princess.” He whispers and pulls away to rest his forehead on yours. “It’s okay to feel overwhelmed. It’s okay to feel ‘a lot’.” He smiles at you reassuringly.

You look up at him with wide eyed and pouty lips. He kisses your cheeks and pulls away, “I hate it when you’re sad.” He comments quietly. He pulls you up by your arms and takes off your old pajamas. The big t shirt and panties get thrown aside.

He picks you up and carry’s you into the bathroom, plopping you on the toilet seat. “Gonna get you feeling good as new.” He informs you as you watch him get your bath ready. You watch as he fills the tub with warm water and bubbles for you. He turns back to you and cups your face, his thumbs brushing your cheekbones. “My baby…” He whispers and kisses your lips softly.

You let out a small sob at his kindness and his heart breaks. He picks you up again and places you in the tub. “You okay?” He asks softly.

You look up to him, you’re eyes glazed over. “Anxiety and i can feel it and… Just my chest just and and…” He shushes you quickly with his lips. You hold his face to yours, him leaning over the tub as you shake. He pulls away but his forehead is still against yours, “Daddy…” your voice breaks and his brows turn up.

“It’s okay baby…” He knows you’re vulnerable, he knows you need him to take care of you. He pulls away and grabs a cup to pour the warm water over your head. “I’ll take care of you princess.”

You nod and he washes your body and hair, humming a tune. Once he’s finished he starts draining the tub and flitting about. He grabs your pink fluffy towel. He picks you up and wraps the towel around you. He carry’s you into the bedroom and places you onto the bed, kissing your forehead.

He grabs your pink striped pajamas set and comes back to you. He puts some underwear on you and then puts the pajamas on you. You watch as he does all these things for you and your heart swells, your eyes tearing up. He quickly kisses the tear that falls down your face and brushes your hair gently. “You’re such a good girl…” He cooes in your ear.

You let out a whimper at that. Your head was always fuzzy around him, especially when he took care of you like this. “I’ll be right back…” He informs you and your hand quickly grabs his, “I gotta get in my pajamas too, princess.”

She whines and waits for him. He goes to the dresser and takes his clothes off. He puts on some blue plaid pajamas pants. He doesn’t bother putting a shirt on, he knows you wanted to be close to him. Soon enough he dusts at the pillows on the bed before sitting down and making sure he’s comfortable.

He signals you to come over and you sigh. You crawl over and his arms are out for you. You crawl into his lap and he cradled you close to his chest, almost childlike. But you didn’t mind. You liked moments like these when he’d take care of you and it wasn’t sexual.

He sighed and pressed kisses on your head as you listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

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[chrissturnsgirlll222]

second, never first

part two | part one | part three | part four

chris x fem!reader

summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become close friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.

warnings - mentions of underage drinking, throwing up, swearing, use of y/n, BOYS (no smut… for now lol)

word count - 1k+

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my eyes slowly open and i instantly feel pain in my eyes, head and stomach. the events of last night slowly coming back to me and i cant believe i let myself go that far.

i dont event remember getting drunk, one second i was in the party half sober and the next im throwing up and blacking out on the middle of the road.

i rub my eyes and look around my room only to find im not in my room. turning my head to the right i see a shirtless, sleeping chris next to me, i remember him taking me home and taking care of me and-

holy fuck

i fucked up bad

he saw me naked

actually naked

fuck.

i shoot up to sit up and grab the water bottle off the nightstand next to the bed and the second it hits my mouth i begin to salivate.

i rush out of the bed and run around to find the bathroom as i had never been to his house before. i finally find it after what feels like forever and lock myself in there and flip the toilet seat up.

hunching over the toilet and instantly throwing up.

i finally finish and just sit on the bathroom floor thinking about last night.

chris is either going to act like nothing happened or never let me forget about it.

knock, knock

“y/n?” i hear matts voice.

i get up flushing the toilet and swishing water in my mouth. i unlock the bathroom door and im greeted with matt standing outside of it.

“hi so sorry about that” i say giving an awkward smile and pointing at the toilet.

“oh my god no dont even worry about it” matt says. “just wanted to make sure you were ok”

“oh thank you, yes im good now. i just have a pounding headache but im gonna call my mom or anna to come get me so dont even worry about looking after me again.” i say.

“no no dont worry about it also its 7am so just go back to bed and by the time you wake up your clothes will be out of the dryer.” matt says.

“my clothes?” i say shocked.

“yeah i hope thats ok, chris just put them in the wash after you changed out of them since they were covered in vomit.”

“oh right” i say mentally writing ‘everything shower’ in my mental checklist for today.

“well thank you and honestly i do need more sleep.” i say brushing past him.

“no problem, sleep well”

i walk back in to chris’ room and quietly shut the door snd crawl back into bed. apparently not quiet enough because when i turn to face his back i was greeted with him laying face up starring at me.

“sorry” i say

“its ok” he says, fuck his morning voice is hot.

“what time is it?”

“matt just told me it was 7am, i hope its ok if i go back to bed for a bit.” i say quietly

“mhm” he groans turning to lay on his stomach and nuzzling his head into his pillows. i just admire his back and arms as the blanket hangs just below waist length.

i get comfortable under the sheets turning to lay on my stomach and turning my head to the left.

i close my eyes for a few minutes before feeling chris’ arm snake around my waist. my eyes shoot open and i dont know what to do.

i hear him slightly snoring so it wasn’t a conscious decision but part of me wished it was.

i decided to just let it happen and slowly drifted off to sleep.

-

i wake up to an empty side of the bed and the sound of chris walking back into his room fresh out of the shower with sweats and a black shirt on.

he walks over to his desk and sits down on his gaming chair unlocking his phone.

i push my self up and go to grab my phone and i notice 2 advils and a fresh water bottle sitting on his nightstand. “for me” i say quietly.

“oh shit” he says jumping. “yes for you” he says while doing a hand gesture.

“sorry” i say rubbing my eyes.

i take the advil and chug down half the bottle of water.

“how bad was i?” i question

“honestly not bad at all, you just really scared everyone since you just passed out without warning in the middle of the road.”

i internally pat myself on the back for not acting up.

“yeah im really sorry you had to take care of me last night. wont happen again, im so embarrassed.” i chuckle nervously.

“actually now that you mention it you kept calling me an asshole and were saying i never apologized.” he says making my face go red. “thats strange” i say nervously. “well i was drunk who knows what i was saying.”

“it happens to the best of us dont sweat it kid.” he says getting up and walking over to his bed sitting on the end of it “plus i know you would do the same for me” he says giving me a warm smile. “im gonna go get your laundry and take you home. i bet you want to take a shower really bad.” he says smiling.

“ok” i nod

-

i get to my house and finally have a moment to myself to really think about last night. not to mention he let me leave wearing his clothes.

i showered as soon as i got home and the entire time i couldn’t stop thinking about how he so casually just got me dressed and ready for bed.

everything with him was strictly platonic but of course, i wished it were more.

last night gave me a taste of what i wanted, and boy was i starving.

i wasn’t only physically attracted to chris, he was one of my closest friends. i cared for him immensely and he did for me too, why else would he have brought me home last night. a normal person would have brought me to my own house and let me get in trouble alone.

he was sweet, knowledgeable, kind, and caring. he was also attentive and always remembered little things about me that i told him.

for example i remember i told him my favourite candy want jolly ranchers gummys once and when i showed up to his halloween party he had a bowl of jolly rancher gummys set on the dining table labeled ‘y/ns treat’.

i always enjoyed talking to him and loved our friendship. i just hope last night didnt change anything between us.

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thanks for reading!!

@blahbel668 here you go!

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[indouloureux]

Hi! How are you El? I hope you’re having a great day :] ! I was wondering if I could request some Joseph aftercare? I just know he’d be so sweet after having sex 🥹

HI BABY HRU i had a great day ❤️

afab!reader, 18+ minors dni (implied smut. nudity.)

the coil unwinds slowly, even now that he's not there anymore. the sweat on your chest makes the air seem colder, and your eyes drip from the drained libido.

kisses trailed from your thigh, to burning ones on your stomach, up your collarbone and neck until you feel a hand on your cheek, soft and caring as its fingers push the sticky hair behind your ear, thumb on the apple of your cheek to keep you awake while the other does the same.

"hey," a voice like it's come from underwater, slowly brings you into air when you blink slowly and let your eyes adjust. joseph's blocked the lights with his head, and you smile the way your hands have made his curls wild and unkempt. "where've you gone to, huh?"

your hand raises, tries to reach for his bare torso but falls limply to your sides. "nowhere. 'm here." drowsiness slurs your speech. he grins, hand coming down to massage your shoulders and arms. "nowhere."

"thought you went up there for a bit," he chuckles. "you did good for me, huh? took it all well, i tired you out, lovie. think i might have fucked you to sleep. give me a sec, okay? i'll clean us up. think you can go to the bathroom? or do you wanna lay down more?"

shaking your head, joseph leans back the slightest but keeps a hand on your aching bicep. "gotta pee. can't have uti." he squeezes your arm. "also, i kinda do have to pee."

joseph laughs, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "baby's gotta pee," his pinkie touches your nose before he fully stands up, somehow already worn his briefs. he places his arms underneath you — back and knees — and takes you into his arms. "your legs are trembling."

"and who's fault is that?" you quip, resting your head on his shoulder, watching as he opens the door with a small bump to his arm.

"yours," he jokes. "bein' too sexy. couldn't help it." joseph stops right in front of the toilet, hand warm on your back, caressing the sticky skin in soft strokes but he pouts at the closed toilet lid. "how am i gonna open that...?"

you pat his chest, a soft smack from being bare. "crouch. i'll open it." he laughs a little. "or- wait just put me down. we're in the bathroom, anyway."

"no," he says it in a small puff, like he's being stolen from. "i'll, i'll open it with my feet."

"don't do that."

"why not?"

"because, well, i don't want to," you tug on one of his curls, gently, watching it bounce back up to where it came from. joseph looks at you, and you can see how swollen his lips are, all pink, maybe almost red. his thumb dances on the skin of your knee. "just put me down. i won't fall."

"i can hold your hand?"

"babe," you laugh. "we just had sex."

"so?"

"so, you can hold my hand later," he pouts again, sad and disappointed like a puppy. "i gotta pee. i don't wanna let you watch."

he furrows his eyebrows. "you let me take pictures of you naked, and you don't want to let me watch you piss?"

you wriggle in his grasp, and even with his complaint, he puts you down on the ground nonetheless. "it's different!"

"alright," he rolls his eyes, putting his hand on the side of your neck before kissing your head. "call me when you're done."

and when you do call him after you've flushed, he picks you up in his arms again, his warmth that radiates all over you makes your eyes bleary, heartbeat slowing down as it prepares you for the imminent sleep had he not told you to wait.

joseph comes back with wipes taken from the cabinet underneath the sink, taking one out and clutching it in his hand. he crawls in between your legs again, but stops just above your stomach where he presses a kiss on your skin where it aches.

"jo," you warn quietly. "i don't think i can do one more."

"'s alright. it's not what we're going to do," he chuckles. "i'm just gonna clean you up."

he presses the wipe right after his sentence, cold on your sticky thighs that dissolves the remnant of his and your's aftermath. he does it in gentle strokes, making sure not to press to hard as if you'd shatter underneath the wet cloth, and he makes up for his delicateness when he sits up, propping himself to his elbows and kisses your waist.

once he's done, he moves inner, right on the outside of your swollen cunt, dragging the wipe across the sides. joseph accidentally presses harder on one side, and you wince, jolting back from his touch.

"i'm sorry," he murmurs, leaning up to kiss you on the lips, still gentle, but acts as if his care is what glues you together. "still sensitive, huh?"

"a lot," you rest your head on his forearm, watching the wipe leave small drops of soap across your skin. "but you're taking care of me though so it's alright."

"you know i love taking care of you," he whispers into your forehead, where he gives you a ghost of a kiss, but enough to send shivers down your spine. "say, we order some food, yeah? what do you want?"

your fingers stall on his chest in a faint thought, joseph still looking down at you with ardent arousal in his eyes, pupils wide enough that it renders them black than soft brown, a small ring glimmering on the corner of his irises.

"what about you?" you place your chin on his collarbone. "you still sensitive?"

joseph snorts. "easy there. you've milked me dry, darling, honestly. that was so many rounds."

"you're right," you chuckle. "but really, i want fries," you sigh. "i really want fries."

he wants to correct you. chips, he wants to say. but he knows you're still right. joseph hums in agreement, throwing the rag aside once you're clean all over.

tenderly, he leans down to kiss you on the lips. "fries it is."

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[nightdivinity]

Drink Responsibly! Prologue

ABO!Vampire!Batfam x reader

Minors! Do! Not! Engage! +18 only.

Platonic! Alfred, Bruce x reader, Possessive! Batboys x reader

Warnings: Alcohol, bad choices, stupid choices, possessive behavior, a/b/o fic, there is slight blood and gore, it's a vampire au, age gaps, because they're all significantly older, it's going to get suggestive from here on out, reverse harem, slight proofreading

Writer's Note: I want to thank @sophiethewitch1 for inspiring me and talking me through posting my writing. I hope it doesn't let you down! This is also my first time posting my writing on Tumblr, please be gentle. English is not my first language. Also, this is a why choose fic. So, it's Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian x reader. Maybe even Duke. I think four is a lot. Got to draw the line somewhere. Chapter 2 will be posted tomorrow.

It was midnight when you finally stumbled out of the latest club. Your heels were long gone, as you had taken them off the first time they got stuck in a grate. You’re pretty sure you handed them to a nice girl in the bathroom while her friend held your hair as you threw up copious amounts of alcohol and bar food. She had been super nice, you liked the way her short black hair was spiked, and her blonde friend’s eyeliner was superb. Anyways, now you are shoeless and desperately looking for the next bar on your crawl.

Gin’s. Ooh, that’ll do. You reach out and grab your friend’s bicep, point at the neon sign, and do vague gestures. Of course, your friend is not as well off as you are, so it takes a while to get your point across. Only they start crying again over their bullshit bar fling, and the fact you have no shoes.

It didn’t matter, none of it truly mattered. Not a single thing. This was your one night off after weeks of back-to-back grueling shifts at a job that doesn’t care whether you live or die. Yesterday you even took a quick unintentional power nap on the toilet. All of this resulted in you being slightly crazed and a little deranged as your night progressed.

But hey, Gotham just brings that out in people. In your job's defense, no one could take any more sick or inclement weather days thanks to all the random villain attacks next to or at your office. You blame the monthly rut.

At least you didn’t get stuck on the subway taped to a bench by the Riddler this week as he awkwardly rifled through a notebook of pickup lines. Life was certainly looking up.

See, unfortunately, or fortunately depending on the propaganda you consumed, you were born an Omega. Which had never truly been an issue. Except for the fact that thanks to a few foul choices from the government, it was getting harder and harder to get access to affordable pheromone blockers. You wouldn’t have even chanced this outing if you hadn’t found that one pill that rolled a little under your cabinet. Hey, you were desperate for a night out.

“I’m going there”, you slur.

Yes, this was asinine, but you still managed to wheel yourself and your friend to Gin’s. You hardly noticed the dark shadows following you as your friends from the bathroom quietly herded you. As you and your friend jaywalked across the street, you didn’t notice the red-headed woman standing in the middle of the road, blocking traffic from actually hitting you. It also barely registered when the nice boy with flashing gold eyes took your hand and led you past the line and directly to the front. This. Was. Your. Night. Out.

“Hey man, she can’t come in here with no shoes”, the bouncer at the door complains.

He was going to say more until he looked at the man holding your hand so nicely. You could hear the slight choking noise, and in your drunken stupor, you stumbled a little into your guide.

“He’s going to shit himself”, you stage-whisper. Or what you think was whispering. You were screaming over the pounding bass spilling out of the door.

                “Shhh, Jackson, she’s with me”, your guide replies.

                “She can come in, her friend can’t. Sorry Duke, they’re way too fucked up”, the bouncer swears.

                You gasp and let go of Duke’s hand, instead reaching for your friend and pulling them tight into your embrace. While smashing their face into your chest. Even though you were the most drunk you’ve ever been, you didn’t miss the spike in pissed-off Alpha vibes that happened around you. Still, you smacked a hand against your friend’s ear in an effort to protect them from what was said. Then you got sidetracked by their hair. It reminded you that you wanted a pet. Although with your work and class schedule, it would probably die in a week. Three days tops. At least you had your emotional support friend.

                “I can’t leave them alone”, you say.

                “Hun, how about I call them an Uber, they look like they’re ready to pass out. They definitely can’t handle it anymore”, Duke replies.

                He gestures towards your friend, and you notice how they’re slowly swaying on their feet. Eyes half closed. Shit. It would be shitty if you left them passed out somewhere in the bar as you danced and drank. They were already on their fourth wind and fading fast.

                “Look, you see this nice car”, Duke continues.

                He turns you three, and suddenly you notice the nice black town car next to the road. You vaguely register the fact that it’s one of those high-roller cars. Ones that only the richest in Gotham could afford.

                “See, this is Killian, he works for Wayne Enterprises. He’ll make sure your friend makes it home. I’ll even have him text you when they get there. Won’t that be nice? You don’t have to worry at all (y/n).”, he tells you.

                You nod, and it all makes sense somehow in your drunken brain. He knows your name, so obviously you know him. He also knows your friend, since he rattles off their address and gently pries them from your clutches before handing them off to Killian.

You pay no mind to the mention of a name that would have sent shivers down your spine normally. Wayne. Mysterious and dangerous to all who get involved.

                “I need them back, don’t sell their organs”, you warn.

                Then he gives you a tight brisk smile as he turns away from you. A persistent thought is starting to nag its way through the cotton in your head. The slightest unsettling feeling. Maybe there was something wrong with that blocker pill you found on the floor of your kitchen. You were certainly feeling as though there were a lot of pissed-off Alphas near you. The undercurrent of anger was a tang you couldn’t escape. More and more you felt the need to run somewhere dark and quiet to hide.

                You ignore the persistent tugging by Duke as you watch your friend get loaded into the car and driven away. Well. That ends that.

                The next time Duke tugs on your hand, it causes you to slightly stagger. He easily catches you and spins you around and through the door before you can protest.

                “Can I have a Rum and Coke?”, you shout over the music.

                “Yeah totally”, Duke shouts back.

                It’s only until you are tugged past the bar that you realize that everything is not all sunshine and daisies. No. No. This is wrong. You want to go back.

                You put your heels in. Duke was not ready for resistance as your hand slid out of his grasp on the way to the V.I.P. section. He turns around to get a better hold of you, only to watch you slip into the crowd and get lost in the sea of swaying bodies. Fuck. He was told to bring you to them. You still had to be here, there’s no way you could have bumbled off far. Shit. One job.

                Duke ran a palm over his face as he scanned the crowd. There’s no doubt in his mind. Bruce was going to be pissed. He wasn’t supposed to know about your little excursion out. Everyone had agreed, they would watch over you as the day turned. You still weren’t used to Gotham; you didn’t know the sort of creatures that came out during the night. While the rest of the world was happy and filled with normal and meta shifters, Gotham was overflowing with the less-than-stable. All more than happy to take a bite out of the innocent. The only thing that kept it in check was the unspoken King and his disgraced hellions.

If you had been sober, you would have noticed the people slowly disappearing from the crowd. You would have noticed that tonight was absolutely not a good night to be out. One by one, shrieks of fear and pain were mistaken for fun. Jostling in the crowd was hardly registered as the violence spread. The whole night, you were in a sea of sharks feeding. Now you had finally ditched what you didn’t know was your only protection.

                 Not to worry, fear splashes hot and cold against your nerves as sharp claws grip your arm, your back slamming into the bar as a distended jaw hisses open in front of you.

                Yeah. Maybe you should have been drinking responsibly.

#abo batfam x reader #vampire batfam x reader #batfam x reader #how many tags am i supposed to be making #is this yandere? I'm going to go ahead and tag it #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfam #I'm dying from all this #Can and will be crying later

[luveline]

best friend steve taking off your makeup and putting you to bed? + super sleepy reader speaks nonsense about how he must be in love because he cares sm about them or something <33

pining steve and oblivious best friend reader 🥺 fem!reader | 0.8k words

You sit pliant as a doll on the closed toilet seat, your eyes drooping, your hands limp in your lap. Steve encourages your head back with the side of his hand to your temple, a cotton round heavy with whatever it is that you'd pointed at to use held hesitantly over your cheek. 

"You're sure this is the right stuff?" he asks quietly, not wanting to startle you. 

You hum and your eyes close all the way. 

"It's so oily," he complains. "And it can definitely go near your eyes?" 

"It's the only thing that will get my eyeliner off," you tell him, reassuring even in your fatigue.

Steve raises his eyebrows but takes the leap, pressing the wet cotton to your eye. You flinch at the cold and he moves to hold your face steady by hooking his fingers under your ear, his thumb pressed tight to your jaw. 

He dabs at your dark eye makeup with infinite care. You drift, slouching closer and closer towards his abdomen until your hands are grasping weakly at his thighs and Steve has to hold your head up.  

"Two more minutes," he promises. 

Too tired to speak, you squeeze his skin beneath your hand. Steve strokes your cheek encouragingly and moves to the second eye, oil mixing with your ebony kohl, rivulets like dirty tears rolling down your cheek. He swaps out the dirtied round for a clean one and wets it under the faucet, scrubbing it methodically over your entire face until your skin is dewy, so clean it's shining under the white fluorescent. 

He indulges your wanting tactility and lets you press your newly washed cheek to his midriff, his hand at the nape of your neck and rubbing down your spine over your soft sleep shirt in a squished hug.

In your way – what way it is, Steve couldn't say, though he's recently come to describe it as an adorable siren call – you'd convinced him to clean your face for you. 

Not really any convincing at all, actually. Steve had mentioned your make up despite the late hour, knowing you hate to wear it to bed in case it irritates your skin. 

You'd said, "Stevie, I'm too tired to take it off." 

And Steve had said, "I'll do it for you."

You nestle your nose into his stomach with your hands clutching his waist, mumbling something too quiet to hear. 

"What?" he asks. 

"I said, 'You must really love me,'" you repeat for him. 

Right. That's what it is. Not an adorable siren call at all. He's deadly in love with you. How could he forget? 

"I do love you," he says. "You're my best friend on the whole planet, numbskull." 

"You must love me," you sing-song. "Love love me. You're super…" 

"Super what?" he asks mildly, bending down to slide his hands under your arms. 

"In love with me." 

"Sure, babe," he says, rolling his eyes. He plays it off well but you giggle anyways, especially when he pulls you up into his chest and has to half-drag you off of the seat and out of the bathroom. 

"You do," you mumble. 

"I do love you," he says easily. Even when it was just platonic it was easy to tell you. It only gets easier. Plus, you're the kind of tired where he doubts you'll remember any inflection.

Steve guides you into your bedroom and deposits you at the bottom of your bed. 

You crawl to the top and go still as a corpse. It freaks him out. He leans down until he can smell the toothpaste on your breath, your soft exhales warm on his lips. 

"Y/N?" he whispers. 

You groan. Steve laughs at you, glad you're alive, and your eyes scrunch tight as he climbs over your legs to lie beside you, your arm pressed to his arm, your socked foot pushed into his calf. 

He watches you doze indulgently. 

You must feel his gaze. You blink your eyes open for a split second, lashes kissing and your nose twitching. 

"Steve?" you whisper.

"What?" 

You stretch until you moan and Steve feels his heart hammering hard enough to bruise at the sound. 

He waits for you to say something but you're not awake enough to communicate anymore, eyes closing once again. You turn onto your side and then your stomach, his arm wedged under your chest in a position that'll more than likely give him pins and needles in a half hour. Your head falls heavy on his shoulder, your lips parted over his skin. You're definitely gonna drool.

He doesn't complain. 

#steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington drabble #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Luke listening to reader talk about frogs. Inspired by his actor, he posted a picture of a gecko on a wall one time and me getting a book about frogs from the library

Warnings: disappointingly bad frog facts, poor grammar, lmk anon if this doesn't satisfy, sorry it took so long, it's kinda short anon apologies, enjoy 🙏

After you received the book, you couldn't put it down. Luke would sit next to you, of course, but the silence was boring. Luke loved being in your presence but he needed something to do. So he asked you what you were reading. His question sparked you to read out loud while you read. At some point Luke decided he wanted to work out so he dropped to your cabin floor and started doing pushups. You laid on your stomach and read to him as he quietly counted under his breath.

You read to him as Luke finished his pushups. You read to him as he moved into curl ups. You read to him as he stood up and gently took your hand, leading you to the bathroom with him. You read to him as he ran a shower and got in. You read to him as you heard him picking up his shampoo bottle. It was only halfway through his shower did you realize you had been reading to him for hours. Luke hadn't let out a peep. You began to think you'd just been annoying him with your reading.

Your mind was wondering to all the things he was probably thinking right now. Hearing about frog facts all day probably wasn't something he had added to his schedule today. Luke popped his head out from behind the curtain. You bookmarked your page, closing your book. He gave you a confused look.

"you're done reading already?" You shrugged not wanting him to know the real reason you set your book down. Luke looked worried. Which was quite funny with his hair more bubbles than hair.

"are you really done? I wanted to know more fun frog facts." You chuckled at him pathetically saying fun frog facts. You tapped your chin with your finger. He jutted out his bottom lip.

"pretty please." You sighed. You opened your book again, finding your place. He ducked his head back into the water as you started reading.

"Glass frogs are active at night-" Luke gasped. You looked up expecting to see him missing an arm or a spider the size of his face crawling up his leg. Luke was grinning with head out the curtain again.

"like the red-eyed tree frogs?" You paused. Your shoulders relaxed and you felt your heart warm. Luke had been listening. You nodded. You stood up from the toilet lid and grabbed his chin. You gently pecked his lips and sat back down.

"do I get a reward everytime I get something right? If so I would've been talking a lot more." You shook your head, flipping your page.

"nope." Luke sighed and hid back behind the curtain again. Finishing his shower, he gently led you back to the bed as you continued reading. For the next couple weeks the campers noticed when they spoke to Luke he always seemed to have something to say about frogs. They also noticed when they saw you two together he was leading you by your hand and you had your nose stuck in a book with frogs on the cover.

#luke castellan x you #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #percy series #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians

[chaotic-orphan]

Febuwhump: day five

Prompt: Rope burns — @febuwhump

Tw: intimate whumper, blood, rope burns, helpless Whumpee, vomiting (mentioned/described), violence, creepy whumper, scary Whumper

This was all that came to mind when I thought of this prompt! It was fun

*~*~*~*~*~*

Whumpee was carried through the lavish halls of the ostentatious mansion. Whumpee couldn’t really take in the extravagant detail except for the red carpets blurring by on the ground because their head was too heavy to lift. Coarse rope bit into their wrists, the skin raw around their wrists from where they struggled.

Now they were quite happy to let their body hang like dead weight in the arms of two very strong looking henchmen who were more than capable to carry Whumpee to wherever they were going. Whumpee couldn’t really remember where exactly, though they’re sure they were told. The details became fuzzy after the particularly nasty henchman slammed Whumpee’s head into the wall.

Whumpee blinked and immediately wished they hadn’t. When they opened their eyes again the world swam in a blur of colours and a warm feeling crawled up their throat.

“Fellas, if we could make a detour to a toilet…” Whumpee said then gagged. “Or the nearest potted plant at your earliest convenience.”

“I will break your fucking jaw if you speak again,” Nasty henchman said.

“Suit yourself,” said Whumpee. They made sure to aim at Nasty henchman’s shoes when they spewed their lunch over the nice floor. Henchman let out a cry of disgust and Whumpee was suddenly thrown to the ground, taking the brunt of the impact on their shoulder with a grunt.

Whumpee chuckled as they rolled onto their back, and groaned again when they put weight on their hands their arms sore from the sudden movement.

“You fucking piece of shit!” Nasty henchman bellowed, storming over to Whumpee who grinned up at Henchman. The taste of vomit still on their tongue slightly spoiling the moment, but not enough to take the smile off their face. Nasty henchman sent a swift, brutal kick to Whumpee’s jaw that sent them sprawling again with a groan.

He would have gone again too if Nice henchman hadn’t got in the way, putting a hand on Nasty’s chest and said something quietly to them that Whumpee couldn’t really hear. Whumpee blinked, groaning at the ceiling as their hands started tingling. It was detailed with beautiful carvings made out of some glamorous stone that Whumpee didn’t know the name of. Whumpee tightened their hands into fists trying to speed up the process, but it was taking too long and their hand stung more than tingled now.

Nice turned back to Whumpee and reached them in two short strides. Whumpee planted their foot on the ground trying, and failing, to push themselves backwards away from them. Nice reached down all the same and grabbed Whumpee under the arm, yanking them up with one strong pull.

Nice grabbed Whumpee’s chin and tilted it up and down, side to side. “Can you hear me, Whumpee? Henchman didn’t beat you up too bad did he?”

“Awfully bold of you to stand so close after I just threw up,” Whumpee replied.

Nice smirked, then turned Whumpee and pushed them forward. “Yep. You’re fine. Walk.”

Whumpee took a step and their knee buckled, their leg folding under them. Nice caught them before they fell but that was as far as their kindness extended.

“You can walk, come on.”

“I much preferred being dragged.”

“Well if you much prefer being alive you should be happy that I sent other Henchman away.”

Whumpee hissed as their numb legs were forced to wake up with every movement. “Can we wait until I get feeling back at least?”

“Nope,” said Nice, though Whumpee was starting to think they should rename them in their head. “You wasted too much time struggling, and then vomiting, and the boss doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

“Mmm,” Whumpee hummed, glancing over their shoulder at Not-so-nice. “Who is your mysterious boss anyways?”

Not-so-nice smiled and said, “spoilers.”

They abruptly stopped at a large set of dark wooden doors, Whumpee felt a need to say mahogany but that was only because they didn’t know any other dark wood types. There was a hint of red running through it, very dark and beautiful.

“The craftsmanship of this house is amazing,” Whumpee muttered. Not-so-nice chuckled behind Whumpee and reached in front of them, grabbing the golden handle and pushing the door open.

Not-so-nice pushed Whumpee through the door until they were inside enough that they could close the door properly. While he did, Whumpee glanced around, trying to spot the boss but their vision was still a little spotty when their eyes moved too fast and the room was huge.

It looked as official as the Oval Office except with more class and style. Arched windows ran vertically along the back wall that was shaped like a triptych, allowing a view of the gardens that took a more haunting quality to them in the moonlight. It was all shapes and blurs, the stars like splotches in the midnight blue sky.

Not-so-nice pushed Whumpee into the room, along the red carpet that went from the door to the giant, dark-wooden desk that Whumpee guess would have weighed more than two-hundred-pounds and vaguely wondered how the floor could hold the weight of it.

“You were right,” said Not-so-nice to the room. Whumpee blinked, trying to wipe their eyes with their shoulder and failing miserably. “They were snooping.”

“I don’t snoop,” said Whumpee, off-handedly. “I’m not a snooper. I am a perceiver of hidden information.”

“A spy,” said Not-so-nice, still pushing Whumpee forward. God how long was this room?!

“Not… mmm. No, I don’t like that either. More like—”

“A curious mind,” another voice offered. Whumpee and Not-so-nice henchmen stopped before the desk where Not-so-nice let Whumpee go and stepped back. Whumpee turned their head to the source of the voice.

A man stood in a white dress shirt tucked into tailored trousers that wrapped tight around his waist, the bottoms tucked into a pair of boots. He looked like a prince from a story book and Whumpee frowned. Something prickled in the back of their mind telling them that they should probably know this man.

This beautiful man. Too beautiful. His face looked as if it was sculpted from marble, as pale as the stone itself. He had shoulder length dark hair that looked a bit too perfect to be natural.

Whumpee should know this man, why won’t their brain just work damn it. Whumpee cursed the violent henchmen in their brain for hitting their head too many times.

“Sure,” said Whumpee. “A curious mind.”

“They’re impressed with the architecture of your house,” said Not-so-nice henchmen. Whumpee whipped their head over their shoulder, glaring at the henchmen for divulging their comments so freely.

“Are they really?” the handsome man asked drawing Whumpee’s attention back to him. He finally looked up from his book at Whumpee and he took Whumpee’s breath away. Prince was the right name for him.

Whumpee felt their heart flutter in their chest, and fought the blush rising from the realisation of how attracted they were to this man.

Wait… did Henchmen say your house to the handsome man? Then that meant… Whumpee’s eyes widened in realisation. That meant that this beautiful man was the host of this lavish party, in this ostentatious house, with the beautifully carved ceilings and imported wood that Whumpee didn’t know the name of.

Whumpee’s heart started beating for another reason now. Dark eyes settled on Whumpee’s face, taking in every detail and cataloguing every piece of damage on it. Prince turned their body towards Whumpee and stepped over to them with graceful, precise steps. Whumpee moved a foot behind them to step back, but Prince reached them before Whumpee could back away.

Prince reached up and cupped Whumpee’s face in their cool hands. He moved Whumpee’s face to right, tilting their head to their light to get a proper look at them.

“Mmm, Violent henchman did some damage to you, didn’t he?” Prince asked, pressing their thumb into a bruise on Whumpee’s cheek. Whumpee sucked in a breath and tried to step back but Prince didn’t let them. His black eyes seemed to be bottomless, dragging Whumpee further and further into them. Whumpee had a sudden realisation that being the center of this man’s attention was not somewhere they wanted to be.

“They struggled a lot when we caught them, sir.”

“They also made sure the rope was tight enough to cut off my circulation,” Whumpee said, their words biting. The ghost of a smile flashed over Prince’s beautiful face. “Be a dear and loosen them for me, would you?”

Prince ignored them and let go of their face. He stepped around Whumpee and nodded at Not-so-nice Henchmen. Whumpee turned with him, not wanting to let him out of their sight.

“Thank you Henchmen, would you mind guarding the door for me? My guest and I need to have a little chat.”

The words felt like a knife in the chest, puncturing Whumpee’s lung. They didn’t want Henchmen to leave… even though they weren’t exactly nice they weren’t as violent as other henchmen and at least they didn’t give off a terrifying aura that Prince did.

Whumpee caught Henchmen’s eyes, begging them silently not to leave. Henchmen nodded, inclined his head to Prince as he said “yes sir,” and turned to go.

“Wait!”

Henchman turned to face Prince, eyebrows raised into half arches. Prince turned to face Whumpee, all eyes in the room on them. Whumpee blinked.

Did they say wait?

“Uh…” Whumpee said, reaching for something. Their mouth moving much faster than their brain, as usual. If it would keep up now then it would be ideal. “I like you a lot more, Henchman. I think you should stay and we should chat, and Prince, you can go! Then everyone’s happy.”

Henchman and Prince shared a look then looked back at Whumpee. They both spoke at the same time.

“You like me more?” Henchman asked, at the same time Prince said, “did you just call me Prince?”

Whumpee blinked at them both.

“On second thoughts, how about we all stay and chat? Wouldn’t that be more fun? So then there’ll be no more awkward pauses or whatever…”

Prince smiled at Henchman. “Thank you henchman, you can go.”

Whumpee swallowed as Henchman nodded again. Then he turned his back and walked towards the door. Whumpee lurched forward only to be caught by their wrists by Prince who yanked them backwards.

Whumpee let out a gasp of pain, the ropes rubbing raw against the thin skin around Whumpee’s wrists screaming at them to stop moving, to freeze every struggle.

Whumpee was abruptly spun by their wrists to which Whumpee cried out. They stomped a foot backwards, hoping to land a solid kick on Prince. Instead a hand went to Whumpee’s neck and shoved them down until Whumpee’s cheek met the wooden table top.

Whumpee struggled, trying to yank themselves free, or kick back at Prince, but Prince put his leg between Whumpee’s and stepped closer leaving Whumpee’s legs useless. Whumpee grunted with the effort before seizing their struggles altogether, letting out a huff of a breath onto the cool wood.

Whumpee flinched when Prince’s thumb started to draw soothing, slow circles over the nape of Whumpee’s neck. It felt wrong— too intimate, too uncomfortable and there was nothing Whumpee could do but go stiff. They wanted to struggle but their arms were aching, so they just swallowed the lump in their throat. No words would even come to them because they didn’t have the first clue about how to handle this situation.

Mercifully, they heard the door to the office shut and Prince stepped away from Whumpee, breaking all contact from them. Whumpee didn’t move for a minute, their heart racing frantically in their chest. Maybe, they thought, if they stayed still Prince would leave them alone.

“Please,” said Prince from the other side of the desk. Whumpee straightened, half to hide their flinch and half to keep as much distance between themself and Prince as they could. Whumpee caught Prince’s brown eyes, so dark they were basically two pots of ink and stepped back away from the table when Prince smiled at them. “Sit down.”

Whumpee stared at Prince who had already sat down, reclining comfortably in his throne like chair. “I’m happier standing.”

“Did I ask you to do as you pleased?”

“How about you untie me and then I’ll sit down?”

Prince let out a mirthful chuckle, hands lifting in a shrug, gesturing to the air. “You really think you’re in a position to negotiate?”

Whumpee swallowed but didn’t reply. Prince cocked a brow at them and shrugged, placing two hands on the table and standing.

“Alright, if you want to stand we can stand,” said Prince and moved to walk around the table to Whumpee.

Whumpee didn’t think. “Actually, now that you say it my feet are tired, sitting would be wonderful.”

Prince smiled a knowing smile. “Wonderful,” and he sat down again. Whumpee did too, wincing at the awkward angle they had to hold their arms at in the chair.

Prince clasped his hands together on the desk and Whumpee frowned. “You’re bleeding,” they said. Prince’s brows raised in surprise and followed Whumpee’s line of sight to his hands.

He grinned at Whumpee and said, “oh no. That’s not my blood. You’re bleeding. Too much struggling I’d wager, the ropes must have cut into you.”

“Well the sooner we chat, the sooner you can let me go,” said Whumpee with a forced smile, leaning back in the chair onto their hands and biting the inside of their cheek to stop themself from grunting at the sharp sting from their wrists. “Go ahead, I’m all ears.”

“Why were you away from the party?”

“Oh, you know,” Whumpee said with a half-shrug and cursed themselves for doing it. “These parties are such a great way to meet new people, hit it off, sneak off to another room for a quick chat away from all the loud mus—”

“Henchman said that you were alone when they found you.”

Whumpee forced a smile on their face. “Yes. Well if you’re trying not to make it obvious what you’re doing you let one person go back to the party first and I was to follow after. Just as I was making to leave your delightful henchmen found me and beat me and tied me up and now I’m here.”

Prince’s smile took on something else, a twinge of something darker. He didn’t believe Whumpee.

“An innocent mistake?” Prince asked. There it was again. That tone that sent Whumpee’s fight or flight into overdrive, that told them they should get out of here as fast as they can.

“Yes, yes. A giant misunderstanding,” Whumpee replied. “So you see this is not how I wanted my night to go at all and I really would love to get—”

Prince interrupted Whumpee again. “I think you’re lying to me.”

“Well, difference of opinion. I was there, you were not. I know my intentions, you do not.”

Prince stood from his chair and Whumpee shrunk back in their seat. “I— I think I would very much like to leave now.” Prince didn’t react in any way, he just walked around his table and leaned against it in front of Whumpee with that dark shadow over his smiling face.

“Would you like to know what I think you were doing?”

“Not particularly,” Whumpee said with a shrug before they could stop themselves. They couldn’t suppress the flinch when Prince slammed a hand out to rest on the back of Whumpee’s chair, right beside their head as he bent lower so their faces were only inches apart.

“I think you’re way in over your head,” Prince said, voice dipping lower. It prickled something primal in the back of Whumpee’s mind that screamed at them to run. His voice sent a shiver down their spine. Prince brought up his other hand, pushing Whumpee’s hair back from their forehead. He trailed his finger down the curves and contours of Whumpee’s skull. “I want you to know, that these parties can last for hours and hours into the early morning, darling. The music in full swing, far, far away from my personal chambers and home.”

Whumpee’s eyes widened at the threat, turning their head away not wanting to look into his dangerous eyes. They tried to push themselves further into the chair to get away from Prince, but he grabbed Whumpee by the chin and tilted their head back to face him, a strange smile on his lips.

“What I’m saying is,” the Prince continued in that low voice. Then he paused and tilted his head. “What is your name?”

Whumpee didn’t trust their voice to speak, which suited them just fine because they didn’t want to reveal their name to this guy anyways. Prince’s grip tightened on Whumpee’s chin and Whumpee bristled, pulling uselessly at the ropes tying their wrists together, willing them to come apart.

“Your name,” Prince said again, his voice far more authoritative, or else went unsaid.

“W- Whumpee,” Whumpee whispered, then licked their lips to get some moisture back into their dry mouth, hating how much their hands were shaking behind them.

“Hmm, Whumpee. What I’m saying is, Whumpee,” the Prince said, his eyes following his hand that went down to Whumpee’s throat instead of their chin. He squeezed it a little in warning, but it was enough for Whumpee to freeze in their seat. “Nobody is going to hear you scream. While there’s a party happening outside, we can have our own private party in here, can’t we?”

Whumpee shook their head, but quickly stopped when Prince cut off their air supply. “No. No. Please. I wasn’t doing anything, I swear!”

Prince’s eyes flashed up to Whumpee’s and held them captive there, locking them into his shark like gaze. His smile felt like a cut to Whumpee’s lungs, cutting off air supply.

“I guess we’ll just have to make sure, won’t we?”

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[unabashedcandymaker]

Uncertain 01

Summary: When you find yourself unexpectedly pregnant, your future with your partners starts to feel uncertain.

Natasha x Reader x Bucky

Warnings: Uh, idk, lots of pregnancy talk, lots of doubt, lots of sexy times. It’s shameless, but it is what it is.

Words: 3.9k

Uncertain Masterlist

“Okay, you can do this,” you try to talk yourself up as you stare at your reflection in the mirror of the guest bathroom. “You can do this! They love you! They won’t…It’s not …” you take in a deep, shuddering breath. “It’s not that bad. It’s not that bad. Stop being a coward! Stop. Being. A. Cow-” You were cut off by the urge to throw up, yet again, and dove for the toilet. 

When you’re sure you're finished, you rinse your mouth out for good measure and chance another glance up to yourself. 

Now or never.

Nat and Buck, you’re partners, loves of your life, the most caring and loving people you’ve ever known, they’ll be up by now, probably waiting for you in the kitchen. Both had just come back the night before, back early from being gone all week. Both still blissfully unaware that you were about to turn their lives upside down.

“Okay, champ. Let’s get this over with.”

You clutched one of the dozen white plastic sticks lined up on the sink and made your way out of the bathroom.

Natasha was the first one to greet you as you crossed the threshold into the kitchen. “Good morning sweet girl! Are you feeling ok?” She stood from her seat at the bar, kissing you on the cheek as soon as you were within reach. “We were worried that you weren’t in bed when we woke up this morning.”

Bucky didn’t say much, but you could see the worried furrow of his brow above his coffee mug as he took a long sip.

“I’m good. But, uh, maybe you two should sit down. There’s something I need to say…” you said as you took half a step back and gestured to the couch in the living room. “Please.”

Sharing a quick look, so quick you’d almost missed it, they moved quietly, taking a seat beside each other on the plush couch. You start pacing, keeping yourself separated from them with the coffee table, pacing a line back and forth in the small room. Every several steps, you pause, giving them a meaningful look, even opening your mouth to force the words out, but you can’t. The stick still clutched in your hand still goes unnoticed by the other two.

“Are you breaking up with us?” Nat teases, a smirk ghosting across her lips.

Bucky whips his head towards the red head, then back to you, eyes wide and his whole body tensing. 

“Is that it? Do you want to break up?” He asks quietly.

“Fuck. No, of course not. But it’s serious! I’m…shit…well, I’m…” you sigh heavily. “I’m pregnant.” With a huff, you hold out the pregnancy test you’d been white knuckling.

Natasha is on her feet first, leaping gracefully over the coffee table and prying the stick out of your hand with ease.

“You’re sure? This is, this is for real?” She whispers as she examines it for herself. Bucky, who moved so fast, you didn’t process his movements at all, appearing as if out of thin air, is pressed behind Nat, his head nearly resting on her shoulder as his eyes are glued to the little pink plus sign on the test.

“As real as the other dozen I left lying on the sink in the guest bathroom,” you assure them both.

It’s silent. It’s silent for way too long. So long that your skin feels like it's going to crawl right off your body if someone doesn’t say something soon.

And you can’t wait for them anymore.

“Listen, I don’t know how this happened. We’ve always been so careful. I’ve stayed diligent on my birth control, even though we assumed you both were…sterile…and I swear there’s been nobody else…”

“Stop it,” Nat whispers, tears brimming in her jewel green eyes. “Nobody thought…no…nobody thought you’d…” she shudders for a moment before regaining her composure. “We know better than that. Right Buck?”

She looks back at him only to see a blank expression on his face. He’s not looking at her. He’s not looking at you. He’s not even looking at the test anymore, his gaze locked somewhere just beyond, on the carpet beneath his feet.

“Buck?” you whisper, taking a step forward to reach out to him, but he steps back, flinching involuntarily at your outstretched hand.

Your hand immediately falls to your side and it feels like your stomach has turned to lead.

“Bucky…” Natasha admonishes quietly, which pulls him out of whatever trance he’d been in.

His eyes go wide, almost fearful, and then just as fast, they go soft, and then he looks guilty.

“No…I…” he croaks, but shakes his head, as if he can shake off what looks to be an impending panic attack.

“Bucky, this doesn’t have to be anything,” you offer, voice barely a whisper. “We don’t have to let this be anything. I could, I don’t know, I could just…”

“I’m sorry,” he says as he skirts around you and Natasha, so graceful despite his upset. You barely hear the door click over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears as he closes it behind him.

He left. 

Fuck. 

Oh god, he left. He’s upset. You’ve upset him. You broke him. He’s never going to forgive you for this. You should have known better. Oh god, why did you have to tell them? Wouldn’t it have been so much easier to have taken care of this problem on your own? You shouldn’t have told him. He’s mad. And he should be. You’ve done this to them. You’ve done this to them both.

Natasha has your face in her hands, gently cooing, but you can’t understand what she’s saying.

“...hey, stop it, you did nothing wrong…” her gentle voice breaking through the ringing in your ears.

“Tash…I…” you barely manage to croak out.

“No! You’ve not done anything wrong. These things happen,” she assures you, kissing you gently on the forehead. 

You must have been thinking your thoughts out loud.

“But…Bucky?”

“He’s fine. He’s gonna be fine. He’s just…he just needs a little time.”

You aren’t convinced. 

He was so upset. 

“What about you, sweet girl? How are you? How do you feel? How long have you been sitting with this on your own?” She asks.

“Just, uhm,” a long breath shudders in and out of your chest. “Just today for s-sure, but, uh, it’s had to have been a few days I think. I don’t r-really know.

Your noncommittal shrug must give you away which earns you a pointed glare.

“Maybe a week,” You answer.

She nods. “The whole time we’ve been gone?”

“I didn’t buy the tests until this morning. I wasn’t brave enough on my own.”

“Listen to me, no decisions need to be made right now, right? Just give it a few days, let everyone process. You still need time to process.”

“He’s so upset. I’ve upset him.” you whisper, your hands coming up to hold her wrists.

“No, you’ve not. He’s not upset. At least not with you. This was just…a surprise. A wonderful surprise, but a surprise no less.”

You hadn’t realized you were crying until her thumb swiped a tear from your cheek.

“What do you say we get you in the shower, my love? That might help you feel a little better.” She suggests.

“Yeah, ok, I guess that does sound nice.” You agree, nodding your head slowly. 

When she lets go of your face, you hold one hand close, bringing your lips to her palm, kissing it. She smiles so beautifully, then disappears into the bathroom.

She’s only gone for a minute, then she’s in front of you again, helping you undress, just like any other time. You stay quiet, barely sniffling anymore as she strips you, then watch as she bares herself to you. She takes your hand and gently leads you into the shower that is now running hot, the steam billowing up around you.

“I’m sorry,” you finally break the silence.

“Hmm?”

“What if he doesn’t come back? What if I’ve ruined e-everyth-thing?” You admit your fear, screwing your eyes shut as more tears stream down your cheeks. 

“No.” She says sternly as she pulls you into her body, your face nuzzled in her neck as she strokes your hair. “You should never be sorry for this. This is a beautiful thing that’s happened, don’t you see that?”

“But what about Buck?”

“He’s scared. But he will come around. He always does, doesn’t he? He just needs a little more time. He’ll be in this with us, 100%.”

“But what if he doesn’t?”

“But what if he does? Sweet girl, just take a minute to breathe. He’s going to come back through that door, just like he always does. He just needs a little space to process.”

Natasha has always been perfect like that. Always knew exactly what to say. She always knew exactly what to do. You think that’s what made your time together so special, when it’s just you and her. She knows you. Truly and completely. 

You live for moments like this with her. Her hands soothing down your back and up into your hair, her steady fingers massaging your scalp so perfectly. She knows how to touch you, where to touch you, when to touch you. Everything with Nat is always perfect.

It must be the same when it’s just her and Bucky, you assume. There’s no doubt that she devotes the same attention and care to both her partners. She always has this magical way of making every moment, every interaction, so unique and exquisite…like you, and only you, get to see this tiny sliver of herself that she saves for you, and only you. It is always in these moments where she is so soft and delicate. And you cherish it. And her.

She washes your hair first, not letting you lift a single finger to help or return the favor. Then, she grabs the special body wash, the one she’d specially ordered from France as an anniversary gift. She uses only her hands, bringing the soap to a rich lather, then starts with your shoulders, down your arms, across your back, and then lingers around your belly.

It’s not like there’s anything there yet, no noticeable change in any way whatsoever, but she slows her movements, lingering just below your navel, where the small cluster of cells that is to be your baby are supposed to be. Her fingers linger there, tracing delicate patterns on your skin. Her touch is so warm and so soft, so distracting that you barely notice she has dropped to her knees in front of you.

“Tash…” you moan.

Then she’s kissing you, from your belly button, and down to your mound. Your release is so close, so alarmingly close, as her tongue dips to your slit and prods teasingly. Her hair is wet and silky slick as your fingers tangle in it.

“F-fuck, baby, I’m gonna-” you choke out as you are throttling closer and closer to your climax.

“That’s it, my love, come for me,” she coaxes, bringing your knee up to prop over her shoulder, opening you up wider for her exploring mouth.

Her fingers part your folds and then she slips two inside you, pushing all the air out of your lungs. She barely has a chance to curl them as she sucks your clit into her mouth, causing your release to crash over you. Waves and waves of white hot bliss thrum throughout your entire body.

She doesn’t let up until you’ve stopped shaking.

Her lips make their way back up your body, not leaving a single inch untouched. When they find yours, you moan as you taste yourself on her. She moves slow, unhurried, gently guiding you back under the stream of water, rinsing off the rest of the bubbles from your body.

“You taste different.” She purrs as she rests her forehead against yours.

You try to touch her too, to let your hands roam down the curves of her body, but she tuts as she brings them back to wrap around her shoulders.

“Please, Tash, I wanna feel you,” you beg.

She moans, your words affecting her just like they always have.

“Yeah, but not here. Let me get you dry and in bed, then I’ll let you do whatever your sweetest little heart desires.”

In a whirlwind of movement, you’re both out of the shower, mostly dry, and tangled up in one another, rolling around on top of your shared, unmade bed. Your hands can’t get enough as they grasp and caress every inch of her flaming hot skin. You dig into her curves, greedily exploring her body as if it were your first time all over again.

But, before you can get between her legs, she’s got you on your back, your hands pinned under hers beside your head, and one thigh slotted between yours. She meets you with a fiery gaze that has you reluctant to even breathe.

“I love you. You and Bucky, you’re my heart. And I need you to know, whatever happens, I’m with you. Always. If it were up to me, which I know it’s not, but if it were, there’s no question…I’d keep this baby.

“I never dreamt I could ever have any of my own. That part of me was taken away so long ago, and I try not to dwell on it, trying to never let myself linger over what was denied me…before I met you. The very first time I ever laid eyes on you, I knew you were it. I could see a future with you…with us, all of us. I saw a family. Not in the traditional sense, but it still would have been so good, because it would have been ours.

“I want this with you. And I have a feeling that deep down, Bucky will too.”

Aaaaand you’re crying. 

Your previous attempt at a sexual conquest is forgotten as you cling to her. She settles down beside you, pulling you close, tucking you under her chin. The blankets are brought up and cocooned around the both of you as she holds you just as tight as you are holding on to her.

There’s a dip in the mattress behind you and another warm body is pressing against your back.

Bucky. 

He smells of sweat as he nuzzles his head into your shoulder, his nose grazing along the length of your neck before settling into the curve.

One of Natsha’s hands move from your middle and up into Bucky’s hair, carding her fingers through his dampened locks.

“M’ sorry,” he mumbles into your skin, drawing in a shuddering breath. “Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry. I know I’m a moron. I shouldn’t have left you…shouldn’t have froze…I was…I was so fuckin’ scared…still am…I’m gonna fuck this all up, I know it…I’m not gonna be good at this…not at all…but I need you to know, if this is what you want, I want it too.”

You sob as you struggle to roll over, Nat having a good chuckle as she helps you untangle from blanket so you can reach Bucky. She ends up curled around your back as Bucky shimmies his large body down the bed and nuzzles into your bare chest.

Being settled between your two loves, warm and content and safe, you let your emotional exhaustion take over, pulling you into a dreamless sleep.

There’s no way to tell how much time has passed, but when you open your eyes, the golden light of the sun setting outside your window tells you you’ve slept the entire day away. Your body feels heavy and languid, but blissfully satisfied. Sleepily, you reach an arm out to your side only to find that side empty and cool. Your brows furrow, reaching out for the other, finding it warmer, but equally as empty.

There’s rustling around your knees, and as you continue to wake up, you note a heavy pressure between your thighs, and then warm, wet heat scalding you almost from the inside out. With a great amount of effort, you pry your eyes open to see a large mass under the blankets near the bottom of your bed.

“Sh-shit,” you moan as you feel a thick tongue push through your folds.

“Different, right?” Natasha’s muffled voice comes from under the blanket.

Bucky hums in agreement and you can feel it vibrate all the way up your spine, earning another wanton moan to spill from your lips. Hands on your thighs, one warm and calloused, another smooth and cool, is spreading you wide open. Another swipe of his tongue has your back arching off the bed, your hands scrambling to rip off the blanket, reaching to tangle your fingers in his hair.

Natasha crawls up beside you, her fingers caressing the swell of your breast, trailing down over the hardened nipple before pinching it.

“Does Bucky’s mouth feel nice, sweet girl?” She coos in your ear, her lips ghost over your sensitive skin, before she takes your lobe between her teeth.

Your thighs clench and Bucky moans as he spreads them back wide. He released one knee just to bring his fingers to your soaked entrance, teasing one finger inside, and then two. And that’s all it takes to send you careening off the cliff and into your release just as quick as the first time.

“What a sweet girl,” Nat beams proudly, still thumbing one nipple, and then moves to the other.

Bucky is climbing up your body, his scruff tickling all along the way as he places sloppy kisses all over your belly and chest, until he reaches your neck. His mouth is hungry and demanding against the sensitive flesh of your throat, threatening to suck a mark there. His cock is hard as it bobs just above your mound.

With weak hands, you push at his chest, and he automatically falls back on his heels, looking only a little concerned that he might have hurt you. You whip your head to Nat and pull her face to yours, searing her lips with a scorching kiss.

“What do you want, my love?” she asks, your teeth clashing with hers.

“Mmmm, wanna see you ride Bucky’s cock.”

It’s rare you ever take the reins in the bedroom with these two natural dominants, but oh god, for you, and only for you, they’d do anything you asked of them. They might as well have been putty in your hands, the way they bend to your will at any given moment.

Bucky takes your hands that you hold out towards him and pulls you up, pulling you against his chest and plants a kiss to your lips, then lets you push him onto his back where you’d been laying. You straddle his thighs, pulling Natasha with you, her back to your front, and you guide her down onto the thick head of Bucky’s cock. With one hand around her waist, you can feel her breath hitch, just like every single other time either of you try to take his thick length even with proper preparation. But she manages beautifully, just like always.

Your other hand trails down between her legs until you can feel where both of your loves meet each other.

“Tell me, baby, how does he feel?” You whisper in her ear, holding her tight as you roll your hips, then up, then back down, pulling her along with you, until she is settled down on his entire length again.

Bucky’s hands are on her waist, helping her follow your movements. Your fingers dance along her folds until they swipe across her clit, earning a heady moan, her head falling back onto your shoulder.

“How does it feel to have him so deep, baby?” you ask her. She can only shake her head as moans spill from her mouth. “Will you come for me? Both of you? Will you come like this?”

Your voice is soft, and oh so sweet, exactly the way that makes them melt in the palm of your hand.

You roll your hips, again and again, fingers flicking over her clit in time with your movements, speeding up their speed as you start bouncing faster and faster. Bucky has a white knuckle grip on Nat’s hip, looking terribly pained as his back is starting to arch up off the bed ever so slightly. He’s so close, you can see it in the screwed up expression on his face, and you can almost hear his silent prayer for Nat to finish before he does.

You pinch her clit between your fingers and slam your hips down with hers maybe a little too harsh, but it does the trick. Tasha is screaming her release as Bucky groans his own as well.

Holding her shaking body against your own feels as if you also came again.

You ease your fingers from her, moving slowly to bring her down easily. Bucky helps by guiding her up and off his length, his cock falling out of her with a slick ‘pop’. You try to lean to the side, guiding her to lay down with you, but she's too fast. You’ll never know how she moves the way she does, but somehow she has managed to switch places with you, rolling you to the middle as your head hits the pillow, secure between both their bodies.

And it’s nice, feeling them on either side of you. It feels safe. And warm…maybe a little too warm if you were honest, but it was comforting nonetheless.

Arms and legs and hair are all tangled into one large mess as the three of you lay together, not a stitch of clothing between you. The quiet that settles is comfortable, and for a moment, you forget about everything else that happened earlier today.

“Are you ok?” She asks you as she burrows into your sweat damp hair.

“Hmm? Oh. Yeah. I think so. What about you?”

“Mmm, perfect,” she answers.

“And you, Buck? Are you ok? I know what you said, but you don’t have to be. If this isn’t the right time, then it’s not the right time.”

Natasha freezes on your other side, but doesn’t say anything.

“Nah, I’m good. Really. Steve knocked some sense into me,” he chuckles, also snuggling into the mattress and you to get more comfortable.

“You mean he kicked your ass for being so stupid,” Nat grumbles, nuzzling deeper into your hair.

“Hey now, he wasn't stupid,” you admonish weakly. “It’s a big deal. This is a potential whole ass brand new human being we are talking about.”

“Nah, she’s right, I was being stupid. I mean, yeah, I’m scared. I’m more terrified of this than I have been about anything else in my entire life. I don’t know how to be a father…I’m barely a good partner, but…” he takes a deep breath and smiles as he releases it. “But as long as I have the both of you, I know everything will be ok.”

“Like I would ever let you fuck this up,” Nat quips, words still muffled as she softly kisses the soft spot under your ear..

You giggle as Bucky blindly swats at Natasha, earning a slap in return. Which quickly escalates to the two of them flailing at each other over your body, hitting each other in a playful manner while you can only lay there and laugh between them.

“By the way,” Bucky adds as everyone calms down again, “Steve says congrats. And that he’ll be exceptionally upset if we don’t name it after him.”

“Oh my god,” Nat groans, earning another peal of laughter from you.

And at least for this moment, your future doesn’t seem as uncertain as before.

Chapter 2

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[babybadger]

I need more dad!daniel please x

Your wish is my command love🥰

A New Baby in Town

“Daddy?….Daddy?” Daniel woke up to soft tapping on his cheek. His princess sitting up on his chest. “Daddy wake.” She began to sniffle and gasp on air. The key sign his two year old was about to burst out crying. “What’s up darling?” he asks right before he yawns and pulls her down into his arms, not even opening his eyes. He was used to Layla crawling into the bed midway through the morning and her demanding cuddles. “Mumma sick. I not like mumma sick.” she whines into his chest. “mhmm” he agrees before realising what his daughter was telling him as he heard you in the bathroom. “Wait what? Baby stay here I’m gonna help mum.” He tells her, passing her a dummy from his side of the table and pushing back her curls as she crawls into the warmth of the spot he was just lying in.

As he walks in he sees a test on the side of the counter and you slumped by the toilet. “I certainly didn’t miss this stage” You tell him. “AHAH we are having another baby!” he shouted before you shushed him. “Babe yes sorry it wasn’t a grand reveal but I feel like shit. Can we not tell Layla yet. She is already so jealous with Isaac, I dread her sharing you with another child in the house.” He nods but still sits beside her on the bathroom floor and pulls her in for a cuddle. “We are having another baby! God I love you,” he says smiling into your neck.

9 months later…

Introducing your daughter to your newest little girl was going to be hard no matter when you did it. She cried on and off for a week when you told her there was a baby coming to the house. Seeking comfort in only Daniel and refusing to speak to you about it. Thankfully, Daniels parents took her for the first couple days so you could get settled and get comfortable feeding a newborn again. But today she was coming home and you still didn’t feel ready. You loved her so so much and were glad she was coming home but her reaction to the newborn was keeping you awake more than the newborn themselves.

“Y/N honey, we are home” You hear Grace come in the front door and strapped your nursing bra back up. Your little girl quietly slid into the living room and stood by the couch. Daniel and Grace coming in behind her, Dan carrying her overnight bags. “Come say hi darling.” You said holding the baby on a pillow on your lap and one hand out to her so she could come sit beside you. She took one look at you and the baby and hid in Daniels leg. “C’mon let’s meet the baby together shall we?” He said bringing her over to sit on his lap beside you. Grace snapped as many pictures as she could from the sofa across from you. Watching her grandchildren meet brought tears to her eyes. Moments like these were precious.

Everyday was a learning curve with two under two. Jealousy was a BIG issue from the first night. Grace was kind enough to cook your whole family dinner before she left. Even sitting down to feed your youngest your oldest girl was still acting very shy. You could hear her talking to Daniel in the kitchen. She’d stuck by his hip since she got back.

“No no baby mummy and baby don’t need space at the table, they can eat on the couch.” He tells his curly haired double. “Why?” She asks through her dummy. Something she had barely let go of since she got home from her grannies. Both you and Daniel thought it might of been a cry for attention but it wasn’t causing her any problems so you left her to use it whenever she wanted. “Cause mummy and sissy need to be comfy so sissy can eat too.” Immediately the toddler burst into tears. Daniel turned from dishing out the dinner to pick up Layla. “What’s wrong beautiful heyyy hey hey calm down” he attempts to soothe her as she spits out her dummy onto the floor and begins nearly screaming into his shoulder.” If Daniel knew anything, it’s that if Layla was crying, you would be crying too. Those damn hormones.

Taking your oldest upstairs, Daniel picked up another dummy on his way and sent you a soft smile as he walked passed the living room door. Just as he expected tears were running down your face. Gently your stroked your youngest’s face. “I swear she likes you bub, she just loves her mummy and daddies attention,” you whisper down at Lily. She pays you no attention back. Her mouth sucking away as her tiny hands grab at your chest and rolled up t-shirt. Wiping your tears, you try and relax into the sofa. You know the stress is no good for the feeding but you just want both your girls to be happy.

“Alright little one tell me what’s going on? hmmm why you so upset with Daddy?” Daniel asks the distraught toddler. Her little legs dangle off the bed as he sits on his knees in front of her. Layla gasps as she tries to cry and talk at the same time. “Just…want my mummy back….daddy wants new baby…I’m not baby.” Sobs racked the entire little girls body and Daniel passed her the dummy he brought up as he picked her back up to soothe her once again. He thought a part of his heart was fully dislodged from his chest. How dare he of let his little girl feel like that. Daniel tried to put Layla back on the bed once she’d calmed down but she clung round his neck and refused. Instead he turned around and sat her on his lap, his arms still around her.

“Hey, let daddy see your pretty face.” Very slowly she retracted from his neck. Her big brown eyes riddled with tears, shiny tracks down her face. Her dummy still firmly in place with only her red cheeks showing either side. “Your mummy and I love you so soooo much little one.” He begins, unsure of where to take the conversation. “Just because sissy is here doesn’t mean we have gone away. Lily just keeps mummy very busy cause she has to eat and drink with mummy. Remember when you ate and drank with mummy?” Layla gave a quick nod of her head. It took you forever to ween Layla so she only stopped feeding about a year ago when she turned two. “You know how much it made you big and strong just like big girl food does now?” Again Layla gave a little nod, one of her thick curls falling only her face. Daniel pushed it back lightly, “So Lily needs to spend lots of time with mummy so she can get big and strong like you did. Then she can play with you when she’s bigger.” Layla looked blankly at her dad. Daniel was unsure what else to say. How could you explain loving children equally to a newly three year old. Until he remembered what Michelle told Isaac. He gave Layla’s forehead a gentle kiss and pulled her in tighter for a cuddle. “You know how you have lots of teddy bears and you love all of them the same? That’s like mummy and daddy with you and Lily. We love you both the very same. But Lily does stinky nappies so we have to help her more so she’s not smelly.” Daniel tried his shot at a joke to lighten the little girls mood. Much to his amusement it works and the little girl giggles. “Will we go see if Lily is stinky for mummy?” Layla sneaks her head out and nods once more.

Standing up, still holding his now exhausted princess, he makes his way downstairs. Your lying on the couch, finally getting a break while Lily sleeps in her basket to your left. “Hi babygirl, you okay?” you ask as Layla reaches for you out of Daniels arms. “Careful baby mummy is still-” “it’s okay mummy is fine. Very happy to see her big girl. Mummy wants all the cuddles cause daddy has had loads. Greedy daddy.” you say squeezing her as you speak. Giggling loudly she says “silly mummy.” Daniel knows you just don’t want her to feel rejected by you, so ignoring how uncomfortable it was sitting right would have to suffice.

“Daniel…Daniel” you say throwing a muslin at him. “Dan wake up babe.” He leans forward off the sofa which you all appear to have fallen asleep on after watching an episode or two of paw patrol while Layla caught you up on the nursery drama and art projects. “Lily is about to fuss but Layla is fast asleep can you take her before she wakes up.” Daniel nods sleepily. “Cmere princess” He says lifting her off you and she quickly snuggles into his arms. You pick up Lily and begin feeding her before she gets the chance to cry. Dan and you smile at each other through the dim lighting of the living room. “We are gonna get pretty good at this double the trouble stuff” you whisper at him. “Just wait till we are outnumbered. We need that boy, darling.” Daniel winks back at you, a hand sliding up and down your thigh. “In your dreamiest of dreams Ricciardo. Not for at least another 2 years.” “Oh yeah cause Lily was planned” He rolls his eyes and you gently slap the shoulder Layla’s head isn’t on. “I don’t know if your sperm can create boys Riccy” You joke at him and move to burp Lily. “My sperm are perfectly capable of making boys thank you very much and in 1 year 11 months and 28 days i’ll prove that.” You giggle and his stupidity and shake your head. “I never thought i’d be sitting on this couch talking about your sperms’ capability while holding our two children.” Daniel laughs loudly then covers his mouth checking quickly he hasn’t woken either of his babies. Sliding closer to you, her puts and arm around you. “I love you, thank you for your capabilities of growing them.” You make a disgusted face but kiss him softly none the less. Leaning your head on his shoulder and enjoying a moment of reflection and silence.

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[paw-padss]

the sun has long since set, and the sky is now only illuminated by the gentle glow of the moon and the twinkle of her surrounding stars. The wind blows steadily in the quiet streets as everyone seeks refuge for the night.

everyone except you.

sitting anxiously by the door, careful not to do so much as a wink, for you might fall asleep and miss it.

miss him.

you don't want to miss him as he walks through the door, with his red hair tied back in a messy ponytail and a tired smile plastered on his face. his musk invading your senses as he practically falls into your embrace, quietly mumbling about his day as he gently kisses along your neck and collarbone.

you don't want to miss the opportunity to lead him to the kitchen table, hanging up his coat along the way, and seating him next to you as you both share a quiet, late dinner.

falling asleep now would mean you wouldn't get to follow him into the bathroom, using the toilet as your seat while he's in the shower, sharing remarks about your day. Eventually, brush your teeth side-by-side in front of the cramped sink.

and then you would follow him to the bedroom, curling up next to him as you both let the stress of the day melt into the sheets, exchanging I love you's before allowing your eyes to close and falling asleep wrapped up in each other's embrace.

that, is why you cannot risk closing your eyes at this moment, you cannot risk the chance to finally enjoy a calming nighttime routine with Diluc.

you must not.

your eyes dart to the clock and back to the door, the minutes tick by ever so slowly, and your brain starts to feel a bit foggy.

you blink.

or at least you thought you did, but when you open your eyes, you can smell the aroma of breakfast wafting in from the kitchen and sunlight creeping through the window shade.

slowly crawling out of bed, you see the sight that you had been wishing to see all night.

red hair draped around his shoulders, a tan apron pressed around his figure, and a pair of pajamas. Diluc stood in front of the stove, turning around to greet you.

even though you didn't get to say good night, at least you got to say good morning.

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[heeliopheelia]

"two years was not enough to get over you" (heeseung x reader)

genre: angst word count: 1.2k requested by nonnie <3

warnings: toxic relationship, mentions of cheating, reader got absolutely hammered, swearing

a/n: i know angst is not your favorite genre but i absolutely ITCHED to post this one for you guys lmao 💜 decided to post the fics less often not to drown your fyp with my drabbles!! anyways, thank you guys for all the appreciation i've been given during this event so far!! love you all <33

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You don't remember the party all that well which should be concerning considering the fact that you've only arrived here two hours ago.

The ungodly amount of alcohol you've been pouring into your body ever since your eyes met your ex's across the room start to take a toll on your system. Hence why you're kneeling in front of a toilet, spitting your guts out into it as the mentioned ex boyfriend holds your hair out of your face.

"Damn, 've never seen you this shitfaced, doll," he murmurs, collecting your locks into a makeshift ponytail.

When the gentle touch of his fingertips starts to make your already buzzing head even more hazy, you turn around and push his hands away from you. Pulling yourself back to your wobbly legs, Heeseung grabs you by your waist to stop you from tripping over your own feet and knocking half of your teeth out.

"Let go of me," you mumble quietly and he does just that, slowly inching his hands away from you.

Trying to leave the bathroom as quickly as possible, you stumble again and have to balance yourself by bracing both of your arms on the sink. Everything around you is spinning so you shut your eyes tightly, not even reacting to the feeling of his warm hand resting over your bare shoulder.

"Let me take you home," he says and you know he won't take no for an answer. When you don't respond, he asks again, "Please?"

He's always been hard to resist even back when you were dating - now, with you in such state, he's practically irresistible. So you nod your head and let him lead you out of your friends' house, hand firmly wrapped around your waist. He puts you in the passenger sit of his car and buckles you up, trying not to lose his mind at the fact that your shameful eyes never met his even once.

You drive in silence. He peeks at you from the corner of his eye every couple seconds, checking up on you that's slouched over the window.

And he just has to talk to you. He can't waste such longed for opportunity, even if that means getting his heart broken by your rejection. "You've always been a lightweight, YN. Did the masochist in you take over your senses tonight?"

You huff, slowly opening your blurry eyes. It's not easy – sitting this close to him, pretending as if everything is okay between the two of you. Like he hasn't broken your heart all those years ago. You've tried to convince yourself you healed yourself out of Lee Heeseung months ago but one stupid smile of his completely toppled down your certainty of it, and now you're not so sure after all.

"'s all your fault," you scoff, finger tracing random patterns on the window. "That's how much just seeing your stupid face riles me up."

Heeseung bites his lip, pulling up beside your apartment and shutting off the engine. He jumps out of the car, then unbuckles your seat belt and helps you crawl out of your seat. You don't even fight him when he asks for your keys, knowing it'll take him three times less to actually fit the key to the lock.

The both of you strip your shoes off and he basically carries your dead weight to the living room. He sets you down on the couch and walks off to the kitchen.

With a heavy sigh, you throw your head back on the headrest and close your eyes. This is probably the worst case scenario for tonight. Getting yourself stupidly wasted and ending up with your ex in the same apartment with you. You fucked up big time.

"Here, drink this," he says and nudges your knee with his.

You take the glass from his hands and empty the glass with three large sips. "Fuck, didn't realize I this was thirsty."

Heeseung chuckles lowly. "That's what happens when you gulp down vodka like it's water."

"What do you want from me?"

With an unamused smile, you turn to him slightly, taking in his face. You don't even try to lie to yourself anymore about how much you've missed him.

And he voices your exact thoughts after couple beats of silence. "I missed you. Two years was not enough to get over you."

You let out a loud scoff, an upset scowl making its way on your features. "You gotta be kidding me."

"I'm not, though," he argues, looking you straight into the eyes, gaze unwavering. "Never thought losing you would leave such an impact on me, you know? I just feel... empty. It's lonely out there without you."

"Should've thought of that before you fucked that chick on your birthday party," you nearly snarl at him, attempting to stand up from the couch but his hand holds you down from doing so.

His eyes are screaming with desperation. "Don't you think everyone deserves a second chance? It's been such a long time – more than enough for me to think everything over. I won't take you for granted again, YN."

"Everyone deserves a second chance, except for cheaters like you."

"I'm sor-"

"I'm tired, Heeseung," you interrupt him, hand running over your exhausted features. You notice how he swallows hardly, so you continue before he can, "Can we just not do it? I'm fucking wasted, Heeseung. Do you really think this is the right time to talk about this shit?"

With a sigh, he nods at end of it all. "I guess you're right."

"I'm always right," you mumble before leaning your heavy head on his shoulder.

The feeling is so familiar that you feel tears beginning to push on your eyes mercilessly. But the both of you say nothing. You sit in silence, eyelids refusing to open from the exhaustion.

And it's alarming how much comfort you still soak from his presence alone after everything he's put you through. One would think that you'd want nothing to do with the one who cheated on you and broke your heart into pieces, ruining every other man for you. Yet you can't help but relax in his touch as his smooth fingers graze over your arms. You just... let him wrap yourself around his finger all over again.

You let the first and the last tear drop down your cheek.

"Please, be gone by the morning," you whisper into the silence with a tight throat, face pressing to the crook of his neck. Just this one last time.

And he listens, like he always does. And when you wake up, the only thing assuring you that last night wasn't a dream is door of the top cabinet in your kitchen left barely ajar yet still not properly closed – Heeseung's habit that used to annoy the living hell out of you.

The sudden flood of memories start hollering in your brain and you close your eyes, pressing your palms roughly to them.

Despite all of the voices in your head telling you against it, you reach for your phone laying on the coffee table. Your fingers automatically dial his number that you had memorized by the time of your fifth date and you dig your nails into the flesh on your thigh as you wait with anticipation to hear his voice again.

No matter how much you hate Lee Heeseung, you're self-destructive enough to love him even more. And as much as it hurt to admit to yourself last night, two years was not enough to get over him either.

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[meetmyothersouls]

How are you?

An old ask but I wanted to use it for my holiday fic.

They can Wait

Jonah Hauer-King x first person reader

Warnings: anxiety, sexual situations, not proofread

“You sure we’re not going to wake them?” Jonah whispers before we even set foot on my parents porch.

“No, definitely not.”

“Maybe we should get a hotel for the night.”

Our breath clouds in the crisp fall air, illuminated by the moon and the ruddy orange street lights that line my parents street. I’ve been living in England for the past few years with my boyfriend, Jonah. And tomorrow, or rather today is Thanksgiving.

“I already told my mom before we boarded in Chicago that we’d be in very late, Jonah. I promise they’re asleep and we won’t wake them. Trust me.”

Jonah stands by the car, his hands shoved in his pockets as he bounces on his heels, his usual tell that he’s nervous.

“What’s wrong, babe? You’ve met my parents before.”

“I don’t know,” he says with that adorable British accent.

“My parents love you, they’re excited to see you.” I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his puffy coat. “Come on let’s get inside and get warm and go to sleep, okay?”

“Okay,” he concedes, craning his neck down to give me a quick kiss.

I grab his hand and locate the key under the rock my parents have always hid it under and unlock the door. It’s dark in their house but I can smell the food my mom started cooking early.

“Come on up the stairs,” I whisper leading Jonah.

“I feel like a teenager sneaking into my girlfriends house while her parents sleep.”

I laugh quietly. “Well there’s a few things wrong with that statement. Number one we aren’t teenagers and number 2 my parents are very aware of your being here.”

“I’m sleeping with you, right?” Jonah asks as we round the corner to my room.

“Unless you wanna go sleep with my parents?” I tease. “Yes of course you’re sleeping with me.”

“You’re parents won’t find it…unsavory that we’re sleeping together? Like in the same bed?” Jonah asks shutting my door as quietly as possible to my room.

I throw my bags onto my old bed and turn to face him. “Jonah, they’re pretty much aware that we’re together and have been for well over a year now. We’re also both adults and not 17. I think they’d find it odd if we didn’t sleep in the same bed.” I slide my shoes off. “Why are you so nervous?”

“I dunno,” Jonah runs a hand through his already disheveled hair. “I think I’m just a bit jittery from the plane.”

I walk over to him and slide my hands up his shirt. He tenses immediately. “Why don’t we take this off then and get you into bed so you can relax.”

“Y/n…” Jonah whispers. “Maybe I should sleep with clothes on.”

I arch an eyebrow at him. “You never sleep with a shirt on…at this point I don’t want you to sleep with a shirt on.” I roll my eyes. “Just relax, Jonah.” I stand in my tip toes and kiss him. I press my lips against his and automatically I want more. I open my mouth to deepen the kiss but Jonah stops me.

“What?” I whisper.

“You know what that kind of kiss leads to.”

“Yeah…and?”

“We can’t have sex in your parents house!”

I scoff and change into my oversized shirt I always sleep in, and crawl into the bed. I’m too lazy to brush my teeth I just need sleep. The jet lag is going to hit me hard tomorrow. Jonah enters the bathroom that connects to my room and I hear the faucet turn on and the toilet flush. Eventually, he crawls into bed with me and I’m happy when I feel that he decided to take his shirt off. He pulls me into him, and scoots against me, his arm holding me as he laces his fingers with mine.

“I love you,” he whispers.

I start to turn in the bed and be loosens his grip on me so he can hold me the whole time.

“I love you too.”

The next morning, I wake up and Jonah is already out of the bed. I’m shocked to see that he’s not even in the bathroom. I hear laughter downstairs and head in that direction. The smell of coffee hits me as soon as I open the door. I throw on the jeans I had on yesterday and throw my hair up into a messy ponytail.

I make my way downstairs hearing more laughter and…I’m pretty sure that’s Jonah talking.

“No see in England, we call them ‘indicators’.”

“Indicators?” My dad says and laughs. “Well I’ll be damned.”

I make my way down the last step and somehow draw both their attention to me.

“Good morning darling,” Jonah says from the sofa next to my dad.

My dad gets up and holds out his arms. “Y/n!” He pulls me into a tight hug and kisses the top of my head. “Nice guy you’ve got here,” he says to me.

“Yeah I like him a little.”

He lets me go and Jonah’s arm is already outstretched on the sofa for me to sit in front of.

“How’d this happen?” I whisper to him before kissing his lips quickly.

“What?”

“You being all chummy with my dad. Last night you were nervous wreck.”

My dad laughs loudly from the kitchen as he pours 2 cups of coffee. He sets mine down and sits on the recliner across from us. “You should have seen him this morning. He was looking for the shower and walked straight into mine and your mom’s room. Only thing was I was headed out so we smacked right into each other!”

Jonah laughs and shakes his head sheepishly.

“And me, totally forgetting you and your boyfriend would be here, I almost killed the guy! Had him in a headlock and all!”

“Oh my god, dad!”

“Luckily your mom saved him. Reminded me you and your boyfriend were probably here…I almost crushed his windpipe.”

I look at my dad mouth wide open and can’t help but laugh. “Jesus, dad.”

“Hey I may be old but your old man can still kick some ass…even if he is 6’1 and 20 years younger than me.”

My dad gets back up and goes back into the kitchen. “Jonah… you should have woke me up…”

“It’s fine really, I think he likes me.”

“He almost killed you.”

“But he likes me! And your mom said I was handsome,” Jonah blushes.

The rest of the holiday played out perfectly. My parents both love Jonah and asked us to extend our stay through the rest of the weekend. Jonah immediately said yes without even talking to me first.

My parents to go bed early and Jonah and I are washing up the dishes before we head to bed ourselves. I’m elbow deep in dish water when I feel Jonah directly behind me. He wraps his arms around the front of my body and pulls me back against him. His lips go to my neck and he’s kissing me so softly.

“Jonah…”

“What?” He says against my neck. His breath tickles my skin.

“You’re supposed to be drying the dishes,” I whisper this because his hand travels down my stomach then down my pants. My back arches into him as I feel his fingers against my panties.

Jonah hums into my neck. “Can’t focus on that right now.” His finger slips into my underwear and straight to my clit. “Already so wet for me,” Jonah whispers.

I shudder at the immediate pleasure that radiates through my body. My hands grip the counter as he traces delicate circles against my clit. My breath comes out in quick spurts and I desperately want to move my hips with the rhythm of his finger, but I know that’ll send me over the edge. I grab his wrist and pull his hand out of my pants. I turn to face him before he has a chance to protest. My eyes immediately go down to the evident bulge in his pants. It takes everything out of me not to get on my knees and suck him off. I can’t not here in the kitchen.

“Last night you were too worried to kiss me and now you’re fingering me in my parents kitchen?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“I didn’t think you’d mind,” Jonah smirks.

He’s got me there. I want more.

“What’s gotten into you? I’m not complaining I’m just curious.”

“I think I was just so anxious I couldn’t focus on anything else than being anxious. Now all that is gone I’m just really…really-”

Cutting him off, I grab Jonah’s hand and lead him upstairs.

“What about the dishes?” He asks now whispering as we pass my parents bedroom.

“They can wait.”

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[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Spider Infestation

Pairings: Dean Winchester x teen!reader (brief mention of Sam)

Imagine: being scared of spiders is not fun, especially not when they appear out of nowhere

Warnings: spiders, fluff, a bit angst? (Idk really), not proofread

A/N this is brought to you by the big spider on my wall that appeared out of nowhere scaring me to death (no for real my family literally ran to my room thinking I died or something)

Secondly this is short so sorry about that I guess but I had to write something to bring me comfort so this is what came from that, anyway enjoy. (I’m not actually scared of spider I just think they are disgusting, but I do however get scared when a spider appears out of nowhere when I turned back a second later)

A scream left your lips as soon as you saw the spider on the wall beside your head. You’d just been minding your own business as you readied yourself for bed, turned away for one second and when you turned back the scream left your throat before you could stop yourself.

You made a half sprint from your place by the bed, away towards the other side of the room while your eyes were still glued to the spider. You looked on in horror as the huge spider was about to crawl away. It’s big long hairy legs making invisible prints all over your wall.

Dean (followed by Sam) who’d heard the scream ran into your room gun in hand thinking it was a threat. He swung open your door, wide open and scanned the room for any kind of danger. Instead his eyes locked onto your scared form in the corner of the room. He lowered his gun and walked over to you slowly so as to not startle you.

“What’s going on?” His eyes looked at you in concern and when you didn’t answer he followed your eyesight and saw you were just staring at an empty spot on your wall. He’d think you’d seen a ghost had it not been for the fact that you weren’t the slightest bit scared of them.

“Hey kid, what’s going on” he slightly waved his hand in front of you to get you to look at him but it didn’t seem to work, he saw tears glistening in your eyes and got even more worried.

Slowly but surely you shook out of your fearful state and answered Dean's question with one word. “Spider”

The older hunter couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as his face went into some kind of relief, and a small smile plastered itself on his lips. Thankful you hadn’t seen an actual ghost or something else that’d want to kill you, (though in your mind the spider was definitely out there to kill you).

Walking out of the room you stayed outside, Sam having long gone to sleep as he told Dean to deal with it with a tired yawn. Dean who as told to deal with the spider went and got some paper before he walked into your room to find the spider. When he found it he walked over to you with the spider and you whimpered away in fear and the grin that was plastered on his face as he brought the spider closer to you was quickly wiped of his face and he went to flush it down the toilet when you stopped him.

“No, don’t kill it!” Dean couldn’t help but to chuckle once more. For being so afraid of something you still seemed to not want to kill them. So instead he went over to the door and let the spider out.

When he came back once more he found you staring at yet two other spiders and he went through the procedure once more. Not long after that he went to his bedroom once more to get some sleep.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you later in your bed. You couldn’t sleep still thinking there were more spiders in the room. What if they were to crawl up in your bed and infest your blanket or start crawling over you. No you couldn’t be in your room for the night so you quietly went over to Dean’s room and knocked gently on the door. Hearing Dean’s voice grumble a tired come in, you opened the door and went inside.

“Hey”

“What do you want?”

“Can I maybe sleep in here with you?” Dean’s head lifted up from the pillow and he looked at you with tired eyes.

“Why?”

“I’m scared, what if there were more spiders or-“ you were cut off by Dean shuffling to the side of his bed and opening up the covers for you to get inside. Walking over to the bed you carefully laid next to him and he laid the blanket over you while also inviting you into a hug. You cuddled close to him and took in the comfort he offered. You were sure no spider would get you know.

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[luveline]

hi jade! i hope you are doing well! could i request a shy reader x eddie blurb where the reader is afraid to tell eddie she loves him?? thank you 🫧🤍

hey!!!! this may be my softest eddie yet, ty for ur request! this is very established relationship/domestic bliss ♡ shy!fem!reader | 0.9k words

The plastic of the toilet seat lid bends under your weight. You shift until it feels safe. 

"Here," Eddie says, holding out your toothbrush. He's already squeezed toothpaste onto the bristles. 

"Thanks." 

You brush your teeth. Eddie brushes his own in front of the mirror, though his sights are on the dark tarnish staining the cold faucet rather than his reflection. He prods at it with his finger and then glares when it doesn't come off. 

You watch a drop of water from his wet hair snake down his temple. It's startling how handsome he is sometimes, especially when he's in motion. Dark brows pulled down in his frustration and eyes that are usually so meltingly soft creased. 

You smile around your toothbrush. 

Eddie spits, runs the water and then looks at you inquiringly. "What is that?" 

You shrug, get up to spit yourself and rinse your mouth with mouthwash. He bends at the waist and examines the mystery tarnishing with a growing frown. You slip the hair tie that you usually keep for him around your wrist down to your fingers and stand at his side to pull his wet hair back into a loose ponytail, just until he's finished whatever it is he's doing. 

He sighs. "I hate that. What is that?"

You laugh softly. "I don't know what it is." 

"Huh." He straightens up and seems to realise for the first time that you've tied his hair up. "Thanks, babe." 

You feel a little shock of pleasure that quickly fades, because all week you've been trying to tell Eddie you love him, and every day you've failed. It should be easy. It feels easy to love him, so why does telling him feel as surmountable as climbing Everest? 

You wipe a little spot of toothpaste foam from the corner of his mouth and let him half carry you to bed. 

Under the covers, it only feels harder. You won't sleep for hours; Eddie's getting comfortable against the pillows with a paperback and you're getting comfortable by his side, body curled towards him like a half of a heart. That's a lot of time to prepare yourself. Gather your courage, like he'd say. 

"What chapter are we on?" you ask quietly. 

"Fourteen. I'm gonna read the last bit again, I think you were too far gone last night to hear any of it," he says, just as quietly as you'd spoken but with a teasing lightness. 

He reads to you. His arm curls behind your head and his hand rubs the slope of your shoulder, at first with determination. As he grows immersed he forgets to do his voices, and his stroking of your skin becomes softer, slower. 

"'The passageway opens. Morgan creeps toward the glowing seam and feels the impossible heat of day breaking over her skin, a warmth that seeps into her chilled skin both blessed and deeply unnerving. How can it be warm? she hears someone ask. 

"'Morgan wonders the same thing. How can a heat blossom from the deep? How can the sun bloom from the Earth? She presses her hand to the soft wood of the passage's door. She doesn't look back as she enters.'"

"What's down there?" you ask. 

Eddie squeezes the top of your arm. "I don't want to ruin it for you." 

"Give me a hint?" 

He can't resist your pleading, not when you're whispering and looking up at him so earnestly. 

"It's a fallen star." 

Your eyes widen almost imperceptibly. "A fallen star?" 

"I can't tell you anymore!" he protests. "It'll ruin the story." 

You huff in defeat and crawl closer toward him, laying so the side of your face kisses his chest. You close your eyes. "Okay. Read more to me." 

He cranes his head to kiss the top of your head. "Yes, ma'am." 

His voice is unlike any voice you've heard before. Tired, it takes on a gravelly quality that you adore, and his chest reverberates under your ear. You draw closer still until you can hear his heart's rhythm. 

You're not sure how much time passes. 

He's everything you've ever wanted. You look up at him and move the book out of the way so you can see each feature clearly, intent on telling him. 

You're terrified, but he deserves to know. 

"Eddie, I love you." 

He lets the yellowing paperback he'd been reading from fall to the sheets. His cheek inches toward his shoulder, his eyes plainly adoring as he brings his hand to your face. 

"I love you, too. More than anything, yeah?" 

You nod and lift your chin. "Yeah," you agree, pressing your lips to his. 

It's a shorter kiss than you'd imagined for this moment. Next thing you know he's pulling you up the length of his chest to trail kisses from the corner of your lips to just under your jaw. When he gets there he gives you a slow, nearly aimless kiss, stroking your back as he goes. You melt.

He laughs under his breath and encourages your head back to meet his eyes. "Don't fall asleep. I'm trying to show you how much I mean it." 

You nod again, suddenly feeling wide awake. 

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