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natsglorifiedsimp · 4 months

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Something Changed

A/N: Hello!! New fic for everybody. Angst this time cause I haven't written one in ages!! Hope you enjoy!! This is inspired by the TikTok videos I've been watching that make me bawl my fucking eyes. I forgot the titles but you guys probably know what i mean.

They would say Y/n and Natasha were very close. Everything they do involves banters and evil laughter from just watching a cat falling off a desk. They've even mistaken you guys were dating.

Natasha and Y/n were very close. They sometimes say sentences and thoughts in unison and it is resulted in another laughter that would be heard from a mile away. One wouldn't go without the other.

But all of it changed.

Natasha once shared with you she had a crush. Of course, you begged her to tell you because you were best friends. You begged and even tried to exaggerate your "please" just to make her give in.

And she did.

She told you it was Wanda. Wanda is her current friend in that one class you're not in. And she told you all about the good things about her. And of course, being her friend you teased her about it and supported her with every decision she wanted to make to get Wanda to date her.

After all, you knew she would do the same for you.

But something changed.

"Hey, Nat!" you called upon her. Natasha turned to see who called and with her was Wanda walking hand in hand. You gave her a knowing smirk.

Natasha only rolled her eyes, "What's up?" she asked.

"Do you have plans this afternoon? I was wondering if you could help me with my Maths" you asked showing her your Math notebook.

"Can't" she shrugged. "Have plans with Wanda,"

"Oh, uhm okay" you pondered. "How about tonight?" you asked once again. "I really need to get this done," you pleaded.

"Still can't Y/n, I'm sorry. Maybe Tony can help you" she gave you another knowing smirk to say she and Wanda would be hanging out all night and you gave her a smirk back.

"Yeah, alright! Have fun!" you enunciated the word 'fun' just to tease her. There's always next time you thought.

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The next day you didn't see Natasha at school and she didn't join you for lunch. So you decided to hang out with Maria's circle of friends for a while just to past the time.

"Hey, your girlfriend not around?" Maria smirked.

You nudged her in the elbow enough just to give her a wince. "First of all, she's not my girlfriend." you booped her nose. "And second of all, I have an eye on someone." you looked her right in the eye. "And lastly, Natasha's dating Wanda so stop spreading those rumors around or you and Natasha will have a fistfight."

"Oh please, I would win anyway" she smugly said.

"Oh, I bet you would," you smirked.

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It has been one week since you and Natasha talked or even hung out. You have been letting her give her moment with Wanda so they could have the best moments of dating. And as a supportive friend you gave her that.

But right now it was one of those nights again where you can't sleep and anxiety is ridden in your body. You felt nauseous and everything felt so heavy. You didn't want to cry cause you knew you wouldn't stop if you did. So you texted Natasha for a distraction. She always knew what to do.

Y/n

"Hey, Nat?"

"Are you busy?"

Bossy Natalia

"Yeah, I'm at Wanda's"

"What's up?"

Y/n

"Do you mind if we talk just for a minute or two?"

"I could really use a distraction"

Bossy Natalia

"I'm sorry, I'm quite busy Y/n"

"Could it wait tomorrow?"

Y/n

"Uhm, yeah sure"

"Sorry for bothering"

Seen

You were shaking at this point. You were upset and disappointed but it didn't matter. Natasha isn't always available for you, you thought. So instead you cried. You cried your heart out even if your head was aching, your body was tired, and your mind was swirling with thoughts that Natasha doesn't consider you as your friend anymore.

You cried until you fell asleep.

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The next day, you looked awful. Your eyes were tired and swollen. You didn't have the energy to get up and do your daily routine but you did it anyway. You went to school like nothing happened.

In the first period, Natasha was in her seat already. You perked up in hopes of catching up with her about her girlfriend and your life also. You wanted to know the details, wanted to share to her about an encounter you had with a kid the other day where she randomly flipped you off. Anything really you wanted to share anything that was funny, useless or completely random.

"Hey, Nat!" you waved. She waved back whilst on her phone. "Who you texting?" you asked.

"Wanda."

"You won't believe what happened the other day," you said, smiling at the memory.

"Uh yeah, hang on a second," she said, texting really fast and smiling at her phone.

You frowned, "Nevermind," you awkwardky chuckled. "It's not important."

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Everything changed since she dated Wanda. It's like you never existed. The things you guys used to do are now what Natasha and Wanda do. You tried reaching out to her, saying hi when you had the opportunity, asking her to hang out with you or have a couple of chats between friends but nothing. It's either she was busy or with Wanda.

It hurt.

But you paid no mind to it. You let her be. Because you're supportive. Even if it was your lowest you didn't bother to ask her or to rant to her about what you're feeling. You stopped sharing your problems, your meaningless rants. Because you knew Wanda was probably doing that already.

You felt like your role as her best friend had stopped. It expired.

And what hurt more was that she promised. You both promised. You promised each other that even when you guys were already dating you wouldn't forget about each other. That it was "Bros before hoes"

So you stopped. You stopped trying. You stopped communicating with her. And just let her be.

Your parents are planning to move to Los Angeles and their planning to get you to transfer to a new school there. New people, new environment. You would've argued with them about it but what's the point? You don't have anything to lose here in New York.

Natasha is happy now and that's all you needed.

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Bossy Natalia

"Y/n!!"

"Why didn't you tell me you were moving?"

"Hello???"

"Y/n?"

Part 2

#natasha marvel #natasha romonova #black widow #natasha romanov #natasha x you #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natahsa romanoff #natasha alianovna romanova #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fanfic #black widow x y/n #black widow x female reader #black widow x reader #black widow x you

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scoops-stevie-archive · 11 months

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ftm steve, established steddie. contains detailed descriptions of periods.

Steve spends the first day of his period absolutely miserable. His emotions are all over the place. One minute he's this close to lashing out at the first minor inconvenience and the next he's ready to bawl his eyes out.

He knows Robin can tell that something's up. She keeps asking if he's alright and Steve tries to brush it off, tell her he's fine, it's just a little headache, he couldn't sleep last night. But then that sends her into another spiral that makes Steve want to scream and throw something just to get her to be quiet.

Those are mean thoughts, Steve knows, but his body's all out of whack, and his knees and lower back are killing him and he swears he can feel his fucking hips shifting. Add in the cramps that are steadily rolling through his uterus and he's so fucking close to committing homicide.

He's in the stacks, dead-eyed as he stocks the new animated releases, and shifting from foot to foot because now those also hurt and he can feel the beginnings of a migraine that'll have him calling off the next day, and he just wants to go home and lay on the couch with his heating pad and his boyfriend while some shitty TV show plays in the background.

"Steve?" Speak of the devil.

Steve makes a noise of acknowledgement and continues to shelve the tapes. He ignores the pang in his chest that makes him want to reach out and pull Eddie closer and burrow into him.

As if he can read his mind (or tell by the look on his face), Eddie steps closer. "You got Robbie real worried, sweetheart," he says gently, hands in his pockets. Steve can tell he wants to reach out for him the same way he does.

"I'm fine, Eds," Steve says. More like he tries not to snap at the only person who knows about his "condition." He can feel his agitation rising, though, with another wave of cramps that are accompanied by nausea and a sick feeling of something gushing from down there.

"Is that why you look like you wanna blow chunks all over the place right now?"

Steve maybe puts a tape on the shelf a little too hard. "It's been a shit day, Eddie, I really don't need sarcasm right now."

Eddie puts his hands up. "Sorry, sorry." He comes a little closer and lowers his voice. "Talk to me, baby. What's the matter?"

Steve sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "It's the first day," he mutters behind his hand.

"Hm? I couldn't hear you, Stevie."

"I said–" Steve sighs again, harsher this time, and his hand falls to his side, his gaze firmly locked on the tapes in front of him. "It's the first day, and the first day is always shit. It feels like a rock's sitting in my stomach or something and I can't take more than two steps without feeling like I'm gonna puke."

He doesn't mean to unload it all onto his boyfriend, but he asked for it. His perfect, wonderful boyfriend who takes it all in stride without a single hint of judgement or disgust.

"I'm hormonal as fuck, man, and it’s like customers chose today specifically to be even more annoying than they usually are, like they made it their personal mission or some shit."

Steve looks to the front of the store where Robin is still at the counter and then back at Eddie. "Robin keeps asking me if I'm alright, and I love her, Eds, I really do, but if she keeps it up, I'm gonna end up snapping at her and then she'll cry and that'll make me feel even worse."

Steve takes a deep breath, holds in it for ten seconds, and exhales. "I just need a break," he says, sounding defeated, and so so tired. "I just need to be alone for five minutes, and–"

Eddie, who has been quiet this whole time, like a saint, letting Steve rant until he runs out of steam, tilts his head and looks at him with those big Bambi eyes Steve loves so much.

"And what, Stevie?" he asks gently.

Something in Steve's chest snaps and his bottom lip wobbles before he can stop it. The back of his throat burns like it always does when he's about to cry, and– yep, here come the tears.

He takes a shaky breath and his voice breaks when he says, "I need you."

Eddie's expression falls into something Steve absolutely hates. "Baby–"

Steve clears his throat and the tears are gone as quick as they came, though his eyes are a little red rimmed and shiny.

He shakes his head and waves Eddie off, putting more tapes on the shelves like he didn't just have a mini breakdown in the middle of his shift. "It's fine, Eddie, really. I'll just, I don't know, take a painkiller and tough the next couple hours out."

The tape he's holding is gently taken from him and set on the shelf for him. Eddie levels him with a raised eyebrow.

"Is that really what you want to do?"

Steve bites his lip. He doesn't. Work is the last place he wants to be at today, or this whole week for that matter.

He shakes his head with a soft, "No."

"Okay, then."

Eddie tells him to go grab his things from the break room. Steve is too exhausted to argue. He comes back to the front counter but before Robin can launch into a lengthy apology, Eddie interrupts her with a minute shake of his head.

Steve holds his arms out and pulls her in for a hug anyway.

"I'm sorry for being an ass all day," he says and plants a kiss on the top of her head.

Robin hugs him back and kisses his cheek. "I'm sorry for being pushy." She pulls back and takes Steve's hands in hers, lacing their fingers together. "Hope you feel better soon, dingus."

Steve can't leave his car at work overnight so he follows Eddie's van to the trailer. He grabs one of Eddie's pullover hoodies out of his closet once they're inside and a pair of baggy sweatpants before making a beeline for the bathroom to pee and change his pad.

Soon enough, Steve comfortable and cozy on the couch, covered with at least two blankets and even more pillows, his hood pulled over his head and mussing his hair up even more. Eddie's got My Friend Is a Vampire playing on the TV, but Steve's saving grace is the heating pad that's covering his waist under the blankets.

Steve groans softly as he's hit with more cramps and shifts his hips against them.

"Here, sweetheart." Eddie comes back from the kitchen and hands him a cup of hot chocolate. He reclaims his spot next to Steve, boxing him between his body and the back of the couch. "How you feeling?"

"Like shit," Steve grumps, taking a sip and reaching back to set the mug on the side table. "I'd rather take being gnawed on by demobats than have to deal with these cramps. At least I can see the bats and try to stop them." He winds his arms around Eddie's waist and rests his head on his shoulder.

Eddie crinkles his nose in distaste. "Frankly, babe, I'd rather you not go through either." He rubs his thumb over the skin of Steve's hip. "What's stopping you from using all that government money to pay for your surgery?"

Steve hums and turns his nose into Eddie's neck, smiling against the skin. "I wanna get at least one kid out of you before I do that."

They've talked about this. In length. Eddie was there for the Winnebago conversation. Steve wasn't lying back then, but he's since realized he was wanting all those things with the wrong person.

"Yeah?" Eddie's voice is amused. "You want a couple Harrington spawn running around the trailer park?"

"Nah, was thinking more along the lines of a Munson brat."

Eddie stills against him.

Steve comes out from his hiding spot and grins at the look on his boyfriend's face. He leans up and kisses his cheek. "Did I break your brain on that one, honey?"

Eddie shakes himself out of his stupor and cups Steve's face, pressing him into the couch so he can kiss him silly.

"I'm gonna give you so many Munson brats, baby," he promises between leaving kisses all over Steve's face and Steve's giggles. "You won't even know what hit ya by the time I'm through with you."

Steve guffaws and lets Eddie cover him with kisses and love.

"I'll hold you to that, baby, don't worry."

#cj writes #steddie #steddie ficlet #ftm steve #ftm steve harrington #trans steve harrington #wrote this on tuesday when i started my period and was feeling like shit #now it's saturday and my period is over #cj talks

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bxddiebloss · 5 months

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✦ In which you and Nagi spend the rest of your life together.

✦ Fluff.

✦ Part one here.

✦ Part two here.

⟡ masterlist

⟡ A/N: Thank you for requesting a third part! <3

After Blue Lock, Nagi stayed in Manshine City. But of course, he was invited to play for the Japan national team and accepted.

He practiced every day but he always made time for you, Choki and his video games. But you more than the others.

But one specific detail that was left out was that Nagi proposed to you, in a very special way (and didn’t even get help from Reo!).

8 months ago, you both celebrated your anniversary, Nagi taking you to your favorite fancy restaurant.

After that, y’all got ice cream and walked along the pier. It was during a special occasion, so there were a lot of people walking around.

Once y’all got to a peaceful and quiet place, you leaned over the railroads and stared into the starry sky along with the fireworks.

After a few seconds, you noticed that Nagi hasn’t joined next to you on the rails so you turned around and was faced with Nagi on one knee, hands showing the beautiful ring inside the velvety box.

He waits a second before he starts speaking.

“My love, thank you for being here for my whole life. You’ve been with me since childhood and without you, I wouldn’t be where I’m at now. You forced me to join Blue Lock and thanks to that, I’m a professional player that can support us.”

You start tearing up, feeling all kinds of emotions. Happiness? Of course.

“And we’ve stayed together through the worst. Like when Reo tired to take me away from you and when we were long distance from when I was in Blue Lock. Despite that, you stayed with me and I love you for that. Thank you.”

By this time, you’re bawling your eyes out. Tears running down your face from happiness and snot coming out from your nose.

“So, will you marry me? I promise to love you forever and ever.”

As soon as he said that, you rushed into his arms and through your choked sobs, you said yes.

Nagi grabbed your left hand and slipped the pretty ring on your finger, kissing it and then kissing you.

Now, a year later, you’re married and living the best days of your life.

Supporting Nagi while he goes to practice and his games is always a thrill.

But either way, you always make Nagi breakfast, lunch, and supper.

But how does he show his love for you?

Like he always has. Cuddles are his favorite and so are little kisses from time to time.

He also loves it when he wraps a arm around your waist when both of y’all go to sleep at night in the same bedroom.

As the years passed, children came into the view. A son and a daughter.

They both inherited the gaming from their father.

And even after 20 years have passed, your children are living their best life while you and Nagi are at home, confiding in each others warmth and love.

Even Uncle Reo was apart of the picture, spoiling his niece and nephew from time to time as they got older.

But one thing was for sure, you both stayed together forever, loved each other forever, and grew old together.

This was the one thing that you always loved throughout your life.

#blue lock x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro #bllk nagi #seishiro nagi x reader

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ghostfacesvalentine · 7 months

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HALLOWEEN DAY 9: All nighter - Stu Macher x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Stu Macher x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some nudity, implications of nsfw, nothing too graphic.

Type: One shot

Request: N/A

Word Count: 2,457

Prompt: No sleep on October 31st, what a sleep over with Stu Macher would be like on Halloween night

Notes: OH my god here we fooken go. Probably one of the laziest writings I’ve had so far. I’m so sorry. The butchering I did to this fic is unmatched—

Halloween is the best holiday, hands down. There’s so much to love about the holiday. The candy, the pumpkin flavored everything, the costumes, the decorations, cool sweater weather and spooky marathons.

Stu agreed, if anyone had the most fun during October, it was Stu and you. There were so many sugar highs mixed with horror marathons that you’ve endured with Stu Macher.

If you weren’t spending the night together, you were on the phone, getting snacks ready and the movie on pause before you both started it in sync.

This Halloween would prove to be different, both of your parents were conveniently out of town just as Stu’s were. It was given that he’d invite you over to spend the night. Stu’s house was enormous compared to yours and he had everything you could ever ask for.

School was already dismissed, you figured Stu was tangled up with Billy. You just wanted a head start on your walk home, you figured you could grab a few things before you made it to Stu’s. Your eyes couldn’t focus on anything, hypervigilant of your surroundings.

You clutched onto your backpack strap, looking over your shoulder constantly without trying to make it as obvious. Knowing it was a dead giveaway, curtsey of Stu.

Trying to focus on your steps, you opted to look to the pavement, still squeezing your backpack strap with every step you took.

Too muddled into your thoughts, you halted in fear at the sudden hands that appeared around your waist. A small scream escaped your lips as you fought to look back at the one responsible. Your fearful expression soon dissolved into one of annoyance.

It was Stu.

His goofy laughter intruded your personal space as he kept his arms around you, not minding the fight you still attempted to put up. “Calm down Y/n I was only joking.” Stu teased as he snuggled his face into the crook of your neck while you still tried to walk your path. No matter how much you tried to fight him off, Stu definitely had the upper hand on you.

When you continued to fight your way, there was a point where Stu almost tripped over your feet, which caused you to involuntarily snort. You looked back to see Stu’s face disappear and emerge onto yours, but before you could take a moment to even think about a joke, he took the liberty to pick you up and toss you over his shoulder.

Your laughter was still present, but soon descended when he walked almost a block without letting you go. “Stu!” You called out as you kept trying to squirm out of his hold. He just kept walking, ignoring your pleas for help. You bawled your first, hitting his backside as you were mercilessly stressed once again.

To be honest, you were somewhat surprised that Stu was able to hold you up for this long. You weren’t even sure how far you were form Woodsboro High now.

“Stu, this isn’t funny anymore! Put me down!” You complained as your lower ribs began to hurt from being pressed against Stu’s shoulder. Still, there was no reaction coming from Stu, not even a word.

It wasn’t long until you realized you were in Stu’s neighborhood already, which you groaned out when you tried to move your head around to take note of your surroundings. Nothing but complaints expelled from your lips this whole time.

“Stu, what are you doing? I was going to stop by my place first to get some stuff-” You huffed out, still trying to uselessly struggle out of his grip.

“What? Condoms?” Stu half joked as he pressed down on his hold, making all the right turns to get to his home much quicker. “There’s absolutely nothing you need at home that you can’t have here.” Stu pressed as you leaned up to take note of your surroundings. It didn’t take long for you to verify that you were indeed in Stu’s neighborhood, absolutely.

“No, like my pajamas and towels- my makeup!” You cried out trying to make excuses as to why he should’ve put you down blocks ago.

“You can use my clothes, we have towels and you don’t need makeup.” Stu explained. Your eyes fell shut at the frustration, Stu could really be a pain in the ass at times. You wobbled your legs while Stu kept walking, but of course, it didn’t make much of a difference, so there you flopped on his shoulder defeated.

“Stu, my stomach hurts.” You complained keeping your eyes closed as he kept walking. Of course, there wasn’t much reaction coming from him again.

You swore you fell asleep for a moment because when you opened your eyes it was because Stu was jingling his keys into his front entrance. “Stu?” You whined out once more, seeing now that you were inside. He walked you over to the couch, letting you slide off his body and onto the couch. You slumped back and immediately held your side, rubbing it as you watched him walk away from you.

Frowning as he stepped away, you kicked off your shoes, then fell back against the back of the couch, looking at the screen before your eyes. It seemed like Stu kept horror movies on a loop in the living room when his parents weren’t claiming the TV.

You brought your knees up to your chest, falling over to your side and staring at the blood that splattered against the camera lens in the movie. As your breathing steadied, you closed your eyes hugging yourself and continuing the nap you began to take on the way home.

Shifting around the couch, it didn’t take long for you to wake up to see Stu sitting on the other side of you, with your extended feet on his lap, casually watching the screams that came from the TV. He had a bowl of popcorn next to him, tossing a piece into his mouth every now and then as he moved his head from one way to another.

It took him a while to realize you were awake. When you shifted your feet, he turned to look at you. “Oh, you’re awake. I thought you slipped into a coma.” Stu joked as you rubbed your eye trying to make sense of where you were and how you got there. After remembering, you lazily sat up, pushing the hair away from your face and looking to the screen, playing orphan, one of your favorites.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” You groaned shoving him as you looked to the windows, it was dimming down, the night was beginning to settle and you heard the first knock of the night.

“I know sometimes you struggle with staying up, so I figured I’d let you nap. That way you can keep up.” Stu pressed his index finger against the tip of your nose, meeting your confused expression with a chuckle. He stood up, walking over towards the door, turning on the entrance lights and grabbing the candy bowl aside of him.

Leaving you there confused again. You turned to see him at the entrance, with the candy bowl in hand, swinging the door open to see the trick or treaters. “What are you?” he asked as he grabbed fistfuls of candies and let them fall into the bags.

The scene kind of warmed your heart, you’ve never seen Stu behave so softly for anyone other than you. After you steadied your head from the nap that left you fuzzy, you stood up to join him.

“Woah, you look so cool!” You exclaimed as you stood next to Stu, lacing your arm within his. You complimented the kid ironically wearing the ghostface mask, a much smaller version of your boyfriend and his best friend.

There was a knowing smile coming from Stu, giving him a little bit more candy than the others.

As the group of kids ascended back to the pavement, on their way to the next house, you watched Stu as he set the candy bowl aside, his eyes then met with yours, leaning down and kissing you abruptly.

You smiled into his lips at the sudden surprise. “Where are those pajamas you promised me?” You scolded, raising an eyebrow. There was a pout that came across his lips. “Yeah yeah.” He pushed your forehead in a playful manner, heading up the stairs and to his room to retrieve you a pair of pajamas.

A sigh escaped your lips, you hugged yourself as you attempted to catch up to Stu’s location. The house wasn’t tremendously massive, but big enough to annoy you if you had to go to Billy’s room then back downstairs and over again.

You walked towards Stu’s bathroom, turning the light on as you stepped in. Running your hand through your hair, you exhaled, staring into the mirror for a moment. You were needing a warm shower to stay up comfortably. Turning on the faucet, you rinsed your hands before adding soap. Your eyes would flicker from your hands back up to the mirror, sometimes you swore you could see things in Stu’s house, often wondering if the house was haunted but you knew most of the time it was Stu just messing around with you.

Speak of the devil, you noticed Stu poking his head into the bathroom, causing you to jolt a little, rolling your eyes at his devious laughter. “Your night-wear my queen” He stuck his tongue out, tossing the pair of clothes onto the bathroom counter before hearing the doorbell ringing, followed by a called out “trick or treat”

Stu didn’t waste any time to run back downstairs, headed towards the door. A laughter escaped your lips at his goofy behavior. Closing the door behind him, you turned the shower on, letting it run and warm while you undressed.

If you were being honest, staying up was going to be quite the task you weren’t prepared for. You were sure the warm shower wasn’t going to help you much, but at least you’d be comfortable.

Stepping into the shower, you let the water trickle along your body, wetting your body and hair, relaxing into the temperature, you looked down, finding a shampoo, and lathering it into your hair. You could hear Stu’s exclamations from the bathroom, causing you to huff in amusement. Rubbing the tiny bits of soap away from your face, you grabbed a scrubby, which Stu bought exclusively for you.

You lathered onto your body, rather hastily, wanting to joining Stu on his Halloween endeavors.

Not long after you rinsed off, you wrapped yourself into a towel, patting your wet skin in hopes of drying off sooner. Jolting again when Stu opened the door “Hurry up I have to pee” He complained, as if he didn’t have three other free bathrooms in the house. You half glared at him, letting him use the toilet as you wrapped your hair in a towel.

Rolling your eyes while you heard the sound of his pee hit the toilet water, you tried your best to not get tangled up in his t shirt with the towel on your head.

“You look so cute when you’re annoyed. You know that’s why I like to annoy you so much.” Stu admitted as he flushed, headed in your direction to wash his hands.

You, however still unamused, shot a glare at him. Huffing, you pushed him aside when he was drying his hands. “Come on Y/N you can laugh a little.” Stu leaned down to attack your cheeks and the whole left side of your face. This of course, forced a laugh out of you. Stu knew you were awfully ticklish and a sucker for unprompted kisses. His laugh was contagious, to say the least. Your lips looked for his, to which he gladly aided you in finding. Stealing a few kisses from you before pulling away when the doorbell rang again.

“Hurry up, Halloween 2 is next” Stu called out, not before he gave your bare ass a smack and ran downstairs again. Leaving you confused. Rolling your eyes again, you figured this was just him trying to annoy you again.

Looking to the clothing, you realized he only gave you some boxer briefs as pants. Stu really had a way to get under your skin sometimes, but you had to choose between your used underwear and a new pair of briefs.

You followed him towards the entrance, looking overly small in Stu’s oversized sweater, you felt yourself blush slightly when the trick or treaters and parents saw you from a distance. Maybe it was a little bit more exposing than you thought it seemed in the bathroom.

Stu didn’t appear to mind though, instead he just kept giving out the candy, complimenting the kids as they came and went, slamming the door shut once they were content. He turned to see you, his face melting into awe.

This of course didn’t help much of the tone of your now reddened face. Pursing your lips, you looked away from his eyes. “What?”

You mumbled, hugging yourself again. It didn’t take long for Stu to run up to you and kiss your face again, all over with no sense of direction whatsoever. You scrunched your face at the sudden attention his lips gave your face.

A laugh escaped your lips when he picked you up and hoisted you over his shoulder again, this time in a much more playful manner than earlier that afternoon. “Stu!” You breathed out in laughter, trying your best to squirm out of his hold again, legs waving in the air before he tossed you onto the couch.

“You look so cute, come here.” Stu propped himself on top of you, leaning down to kiss you, over and over, never letting you press your lips against his fully.

“Stu!-” You called out again, trying to properly kiss him, but Stu wouldn’t give into you that easily. “We’re almost out of candy, we’re going to have to start giving them oranges or something.”

You pouted looking up to him, yanking him down by his shirt, his lips clashed with yours once again. Propping your arms up to wrap around his neck, you pulled him towards you, kissing him passionately.

This time it seemed like Stu was the one who couldn’t pull away when you dropped your hold on him. A mischievous laugh fell from your lips when you noticed his confused reaction. “No no, come on. I get to tease. Not you.” He growled as he laughed back into your lips, inhaling your scent as he ravaged your lips.

Stu would make sure this would be an all-nighter.

#stu macher x reader #stu macher one shot #stu macher imagine #ghostface one shot #ghostface x reader #ghostface imagine #31 days of halloween #ghostfacesvalentines halloween

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soubi122 · 2 years

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How Long? - Part 3

Hello everyone, it's been awhile but I am finally putting part 3 up. I hope you enjoy it! :)

This part takes place when Y/N asked for permission to leave Bonten.

Warnings: gun, mentions of murder, alcohol, smut, self harm, hurt to comfort, MDNI!!

Love Fool

Mikey pulled the pistol away from you and cupped your cheek, tilting your head up to see your glossy orbs - he was having a hard time deciding what to do. “You deserve better, angel.” He said as he swiped his thumb over your cheeks, wiping away your tears. Hearing those words and the display of sincerity made you break. You began to sob uncontrollably and clutched your chest. The throbbing pain of heartbreak was wrecking you mentally and physically. It was an image that Mikey couldn’t get over, he recalls a friend who bawled his eyes out in front of him several times. Those who show you their true feelings are worth protecting. He was the only person who provided some sort of comfort, though it’s minimal, it was enough to make your heart ache. Mikey placed a hand on your shoulder, “If you want to disappear, I can help you but it will take some time - you’ll be set free. Are you willing to do everything I say without question?” You were surprised at his response. Bonten had a strict policy about letting people go without repercussions, but to think that Mikey would bend the rules for a woman? It was unheard of. Your desperation made it easy to say yes.

That same night he brought you to his home and you were only allowed to leave the room at night - when there were no prying eyes or ears. He was often dropped off home by Sanzu but never had company stay longer than an hour or two. “Mikey, do you have an extra futon?” You asked as walked you to his home. He lived in a one bedroom condo and had only one bathroom. “You’re sleeping on my bed, I will sleep on the couch - I’m rarely here anyways.” Setting your duffle bag on the floor, you got on your knees and bowed to him - “Thank you for everything, Mikey.” The light chuckle that escaped his lips made you look up, confused plastered all over your face. It’s the first time you’ve heard him laugh. “It’s ok, enough with the gratitude. You’re my guest. Anything you want, just ask me.” You didn’t ask for much, your needs were basic, food, water, shelter - nothing more and nothing less. In the upcoming weeks, you spent the days roaming his bedroom, tossing and turning - trying hard not to think about Ran. But when you are left by yourself, your thoughts tend to wander and never fail to go back to him. It was difficult not to think about him when you had spent years living with him, sharing the same space and sharing the same bed. Often, Mikey could hear your snuffles behind the door at night. You tried to not be more of a burden to him by keeping quiet, the last thing he wanted was to hear someone crying over a broken heart. There were times where your skin would feel Ran’s touch linger and it made you sick. Baths were long, trying to wash him off your skin felt like trying to erase a tattoo with soap and water. He was still there, the itch and burning sensations wouldn’t cease no matter how long you sat soaking in the water. Mikey turned a blind eye to you wearing baggy clothing with long sleeves almost everyday, even when the condo was warm enough to roam in shorts.

The days and nights were hard when Mikey wasn’t home. He was your only distraction from the world and a distraction from Ran. Though he rarely spent days in, you were grateful when he spared the time to talk to you and check up on you. On a few occasions you had to hide in his room when Sanzu or Kokonoi would come over to discuss business. Hearing their voices made you want to cry. Recalling the night that they were all there with Ran, it made your chest hurt. Sanzu would sometimes be a little too loud about certain affairs. As much as you tried not to pry or eavesdrop, it was almost impossible when Ran’s name was mentioned. Mikey knew what he was doing - he wanted you to know what Ran was up to. He wanted for you to stand firm and not falter in the future, to grow and move past Ran’s affairs. He wanted for you to see that it was a mistake that you were lucky enough to rid yourself of before tying the knot. It would have been much worse had you two exchanged vows and taken his name. Though it was hurting you, Mikey was doing this for your own good. After Mikey’s guests would leave, he would find you curled up under the blankets, with tear stained cheeks and soft sniffles. Something about seeing you in this broken state made him ease up on his plans. He didn’t want to push you too far.

“Are you ok, angel?” He would say and place a hand on your head. Softly petting you and soothing your broken heart. “I don’t know how long I can do this Mikey…when he comes to mind, I feel like I’m going to lose it.” Those words were enough to send shivers down Mikey’s spine. You were teetering on the edge - just the slightest touch would be enough to push you over the edge. “Just one more month and it will be ready. Are you prepared to start your new life? No matter what the cost?” His question made you sit up. Those eyes that looked like an infinite void began to show a glimmer of light. “What do you mean?” You asked him while wiping your tears. Mikey explained the plan to you, the cadaver, the cover up, the news outlets that would report on your so-called death. Everything was perfect, he just needed one more month to find a woman who resembled you.

“Mikey, I can’t let you do that.” You say and cupped his cheeks. The sudden action took him by surprise. He was not expecting you to get this close, he was not expecting for you to come to him, though it was to try and put a stop to his carefully calculated plan. “You agreed to do as I say…your hands will remain clean.” The entire night you spent going back and forth with him, in the end the pros outweigh the cons. He was right, you had no other choice but to die in order to escape Tokyo, to escape Bonten and more importantly…to escape Ran. To keep you distracted from the guilt, he allowed you to roam his condo at any time with no restrictions. He gave you access to his credit card to buy whatever you wanted, an account that was not under Kokonoi’s supervision. Though you refused to take it, he still left it with you so that you could take it with you when you leave. Visits were no longer made to Mikey’s home by the other executives/admins. No one questioned him, it wasn’t odd for him to refuse company.

Little by little, you were finding things to do on your own time with his permission. An interest in baking and making coffee bloomed within you after watching too many DIY’s and creative food videos. You begged Mikey to buy an espresso machine for you to tinker with. The glow in your eyes was impossible for him to ignore. What more could he ask for? You were starting to stand on your own two feet, your aborred feelings for Ran were starting to nullify and you were numb to the sound of his name.

The strong smell of coffee perforated his nostrils when he reached his front door. Often Mikey would come home to a mess in his kitchen, there would be cups and mugs everywhere on his kitchen table. Trays of baked goods lined the counters and sandwiches would also be lined up for him to taste. He couldn’t help but smile knowing that you were behind that door waiting for him with a cup of coffee or espresso in hand for him to try. As much as he disliked coffee - he’d grown fond of the taste and associated with you. You both were opening up a little more to each other. Mikey was getting used to your presence, he was getting used to your laugh, your smiles and your warmth. Often you would lay your head on his lap when you were feeling down. He would pet your head and it eased your thoughts, putting you to sleep as if you were a puppy or a kitten. It was a dangerous game he was playing, would he really be able to resist your alluring nature? Many times he would sleep in the office to avoid getting too attached to you. The threads were slowly fraying and he was finding it hard to balance mercy and desire.

One day when you were steaming milk, you weren’t paying attention and ended up getting burned by the steam wand. Your yelp caught Mikey’s attention and he dashed towards you. “What happened? Are you ok?” He asked as you showed him your hand - it was red and tender. “I burned myself, but I’m ok.” You said as he takes your hand runs room temp/cool water over the injury, making sure not to irritate it. Without a second thought, he brought your hand to his lips, giving it a light peck. Your face went bright red, your brain short circuited and you bit your lip. “I was always told that kisses make the other person feel better.” The innocence in his words made your heart skip a beat. What was wrong with you? Why is he making you feel this way? He holds your life in his hands, he can end it at any moment and you were fawning over an innocent gesture? “T-Thanks Mikey…it feels better already.” You say while looking down and taking your hand back. He brought you some ointment and lightly applied it over the burn, him touching your hand again was making your chest sting.

A few days after that incident, you were careful not to get too close to Mikey. Though you missed the warmth and welcoming aura that Mikey gave off, something changed and he noticed it. Thinking that he overstepped his boundaries, he stayed out a few nights. You called but he only responded saying he’s busy. On day four of his absence, you texted him from the burner cell he provided you, but instead of texting back - he called. Bonten was out on a company dinner and there was a lot of background noise. “Hey Mikey, are you coming home soon? I have a few things I’d like to-” You were cut off by a loud laugh, his laugh. You could hear Ran in the background with another woman, they were all there - it felt as if he really had no remorse or regard for your absence. “Sorry angel, you were saying?” Mikey said quietly but the line went dead.

You ended the call and felt a sharp pain in your chest, you began struggling to breathe and it felt as if all those times where you were in misery - he was in heaven with other women. Ran continued his affairs with no ounce of guilt. Collapsing to the floor, you began to sob uncontrollably. The sound of Ran’s voice echoed in your ears, though it was close to three months of no contact, you were starting to forget what he sounded like…until now. You felt sick, the sensation of his touch began to feel like an itch that wouldn’t go away no matter how much you scratched. Running to the kitchen, you began frantically searching for something, anything that would take the edge off. When you found the hidden liquor cabinet, you dove head first into a bottle of whiskey that burned like acid as it made its way down your throat. You drank from multiple bottles, yet the sensation of his touch still roamed your skin - making it unbearable. ‘Fuck…fuck…fuck! It’s not enough, please make it stop!’ You say to yourself as you scratch your arms and legs. Images of him riddling your skin with his kisses flashed in your mind, the way he would look at you, haunted your very being. Anywhere he touched, it felt like fire and you wanted it to stop. Hearing his voice again triggered you. Sending you spiraling into a maelstrom of emotions.

Everything was spinning, you were stumbling from room to room as you held the bottle closer to your chest. “Stop it…stop it!” You yell to no one in particular. The condo was empty but yet you felt as if Ran Haitani was standing here, staring at you - laughing at your pitiful state. More images of him kissing you flashed in your mind. Those images began to turn dark and ugly, now you began to picture him from that night. Kissing those other women and touching them as if they were his trophies. ‘You aren’t worth my time, you aren’t worth anything…you were just a placeholder…’ Ran’s voice echoed in your ears and you lost it.

Mikey came home within the hour, there was a sinking feeling in his stomach that he could not ignore. When he opened the front door, he thought that someone had broken into his home - there was glass on the floor and droplets of blood in various places. “(Y/N)!” He yelled but no one answered. Dashing towards the bedroom, he was met with silence and no one was there. The sound of the bath water running snatched his attention. He ran towards the bathroom and kicked the door in, he was not prepared for the site in front of him. You were in the bathtub, bare, your skin was red and bruised. You kept scrubbing your skin almost raw with the loofa, and you didn’t even notice as he stood by the door. Slowly, he made his way to you, a look of regret reflecting on his face. “I can still feel him…” You whispered to yourself as you kept scrubbing. When you tore the skin, Mikey immediately stopped you and turned off the water. “Angel, what the fuck?!” He says as he cups your cheek and makes you look up at him. Your eyes were empty, it’s as if the person in front of him wasn’t you. “It won’t stop…” You whisper to him. “What won’t stop?” Mikey asks as he tries to get you out of the bathtub. “Ran…he won’t stop, I can still feel him…” The words that rolled off your tongue felt like a ton of bricks. “No matter how hard I try, I can’t erase him - it hurts…it hurts so much. Please make it stop…”

This whole time you were trying your hardest to forget but hearing his voice felt like someone ripping the stitches out of your heart, those frail stitches that were barely keeping you together. For once, Sano Manjiro didn’t know how to react - nor what to do. These things were usually taken care of for him by the other members. Though your body was on fire, Mikey picked you up and took you to his room and wrapped you in a towel. He noticed the daze you were in and the smell of alcohol that lingered on the tip of your tongue. “Make it go away…Mikey-please…” You begged and cried your eyes out. He couldn’t take it anymore, the suffering, the ache, the desire…

Cupping both your cheeks, Mikey closed the distance and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. It sent a jolt of electricity down your spine. When he felt your lips move, returning the kiss, he deepened it. “I’ll take your pain away…just say the word.” The low tone in his voice made you reach out and wrap your arms around his neck. “Mikey…help me.” Your words were almost a whisper, it was enough to have him lay you down and climb on top of your still naked form. His tongue explored your mouth with such ease, the warm and wet muscle was dancing with yours, both of you began to pant. Your taste mixed with alcohol was making his head spin. Hungry hands roamed the valley of your chest, lightly pinching and massaging your nipples. You couldn’t help but arch your back to his touch, his hips were between your thighs and rolling on to your bare pussy. The bulge in his pants was rubbing against your entrance, to feel someone else for the first time in a long time made your legs quiver. The liquor in your veins was making you numb to the burning on your arms but it was making a mess of your lower half. Mikey pulled away, locking eyes with you as he removed his shirt - the stars in your eyes made him smirk. For once he got a wish come true, he wanted nothing more than to replace him.

Despite the state you were in, he found you beautiful. The red and purple marks that were noticeably painful and light trickles of blood were like rubies that decorated your skin. You can only self-destruct, you refuse to take anyone else down with you and wallow in your own pain. He lowered himself and planted gentle kisses on your neck and made his way down to the valley of your chest, leaving open mouthed kisses on the area above your heart. “He didn’t deserve you…” Mikey says as he placed your nipple in his mouth. His touch was tender and made your heart feel like it was going to beat out of its chest. Who knew the most notorious man in Tokyo could have such a loving side to him? Lithe fingers traced circles on your hips, making their way down lower to caress your plush thighs, though it was his first time exploring your body - he was so familiar with it. The gentle nibble on the hardened bud made you mewl and run your fingers through his silver hair. Honey began to pool between your legs as he teased your inner thigh. Mikey latched on your other nipple, giving it the same loving treatment. “You’re worth more than anyone could fathom…” He said as he bit a little harder and made you moan from the pain and pleasure. The way he moved slowly down your body, trailing kisses and leaving light pink marks had your mind muddled. You knew it was wrong but at the same time, the carnal desires that blossomed when he showed you his affection made you let go of the doubt. He was diving down the deep end with you.

The room was spinning as he spread your thighs open. Mikey basked at seeing how your walls clenched around nothing, how your honey was dripping and begging to be tasted. He slid a finger between your folds, collecting your slick and rubbing circles on your clit. “Ngh…Mikey.” You moaned out his name and it made his cock throb beneath their restraints. He smirked against your skin as he kissed your inner thighs, inching closer to your core - his pulse was racing and the urge to take you was clawing away at him. She needs more… He thinks to himself as his tongue glides between your folds, tasting your sweet essence. Never in his life would he have ever thought to taste something so decadent in his life. What a fool…he gave her up for what? A cheap whore? The thoughts were running wild in Mikey's head. Ran Haitani soon became the center of Mikey's ire.

A single digit slid into your core, teasing and testing out the stretch for your cunt. You shifted your hips slightly to bring him deeper. Your warmth was everything to him right now, to try and pry him away from your honeypot would be suicide. Your walls clenched as he curled his finger in a ‘come hither’ motion, his touch felt like heaven. More thoughts invaded his mind. Fuck… she's this tight even after him… Mikey added a second digit, curling them to hit that sweet spot that made you moan loudly and fist the sheets beneath you. The sensation of him lapping your every drop kept making your legs quiver, he was gentle yet firm with his movements. Be it the alcohol or lack of human contact, you were on the edge of bliss when his mouth latched on to your bundle of nerves. “W-Wait…Mi-mmm…” You were about to call his name but the sounds were replaced by your moans and gasps. His pace didn’t falter, if anything he made haste and your vision was beginning to go white. He began to rut his hips into the mattress, his cock was painfully hard and in dire need of attention. A wet patch began to form from all the pre that was leaking from his tip. That unique tingle that ran down your spine had you gripping his silver hair and rolling your hips. Hearing him pant and groan was bringing you closer to total bliss, as quiet as he was during meetings and gatherings, he was so vocal now that it felt like he was a different person.

The tightly wound up coil in your belly was on the verge of snapping. “Come for me, angel…” Mikey’s words were the final push you needed. Your legs quivered as your orgasm came crashing into you like a tidal wave, you were babbling incoherent sentences and a string of curses escaped your throat as he lapped your juices and held your hips in place. Your eyes began to water as you came down from your high - the intense emotions and affection that was displayed made your chest sting. When Mikey pulled away from your core, he could see how your legs were quivering and how your body slightly spasmed as his fingers continued to plunge in and out. “You’re so beautiful like this…” His tone was heavy and it echoed in your ear, it made your walls clench and suck in his fingers even more. A coy smirk bled across his lips as he withdrew his fingers, your whine of protest made him sit up and lower his pants along with his boxers. The way his cock sprang free and twitched at the cool air hitting the tip made you roll your hips onto nothing. His tip had beads of precum that dripped down his shaft. Every vein was defined and he gripped his member, stroking it - teasing you with it. With every stroke you could see how the droplets fell from his tip and onto your folds.

Your breath hitched when he positioned himself between your legs and he rubbed the red flushed tip through your slit. Mikey lowered himself to capture your lips, he could feel your arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer. Your lips were plush and slightly swollen from the earlier kisses. How they parted for him when his tongue glides on your bottom lip had him aching for more. The vibrations of his moans could be felt on your chest as his member pushed past your tight ring. For someone who has a small frame, he not only had length but he had girth as well - the sensation of him stretching you out made you run your nails down his back. The light red streaks on his back burned but Mikey didn’t care, he wanted to remain buried inside you and fill you to the brim with his seed. When he bottomed out, you could feel him throb inside you and broke the kiss, he rested his forehead on yours - Mikey screwed his eyes shut at your muscles contracting and sucking in him. He thought he was going to lose it. “(Y/N)...f-fuck, you need to stop clenching like that - you’re going to me cum…” He chuckled as you squeezed him tighter in response to his words. As he slowly reeled his hips back, you felt his hand wrap underneath your thigh, hiking your leg up higher and getting a better angle. When he slid back in, you dug your nails into his back, the pressure between your thighs was immense and you knew he was going to leave you sore.

"Ngh…feels s'good…" You said between moans and gasps. "...don't stop…" Mikey sat up and watched as your breasts bounced with each thrust of his hips. His eyes trailed down your body, it was so perfect, so beautiful and all he could think of was making you cum in his cock. When his eyes landed between the space that connected you two, he was in a daze. He even slowed his pace so that he could watch his cock pump in and out, gazing at that white satin ring that adorned the base of his cock. With pride swelling his chest, he slung your legs over his shoulders and proceeded to lean forward - making him go deeper. Your dulcet moans got louder as he fucked you all the way to heaven. You could have sworn the bedroom light casted a halo above Mikey’s head. "Oh god! Manjiro!" That mind numbing sensation began to ravage your core and your legs were shaking as your orgasm clawed its way out. You screaming his name threw him over the edge, his pace became sloppy and his hips stuttered as his coil snapped. That unmistakable sensation had you twitching and quivering, your honey and his seed dripped down your slit. Your greedy cunt milked him dry, he was almost sure you were going to be dripping for days. Slowly, he pulled out and basked at how that milky white liquid would drip from your hole. With his finger he pushed it back inside and watched as your pretty little cunt would push it back out.

He was savoring the image before him, you were laying in his bed, naked, panting, covered in sweat with his seed dripping from your core - was a sight he etched in his memory. If this is what it takes to make you forget, to keep you happy - I’ll do it over and over again… Mikey thinks to himself as he lays next to you and pulls you into his chest. The sound of his heart beating was like a lullaby that put your mind at ease, your eyes felt heavy and his sweet nothings were fading in and out.

**back to the present**

Soft moonlight trickled into the bedroom as you woke up in your apartment. You were too dazed to notice the heavy figure next to you but the moment you felt a pair of arms being wrapped around your waist - your heart sank. The person laying next to you was Ran Haitani. That’s right, he found you this morning and fucked you until you couldn’t think straight. “Stay…” His sleepy tone had warmth creeping up on your cheeks. “...let me make us something to eat, it’s late and we haven’t even eaten anything.” You say softly as you kiss him on the forehead and slowly wiggle out of his hold. He nodded and went back to sleep.

You wrapped a robe around your still naked body and headed for the kitchen. With your cellphone in hand, you stepped outside and made a call. The phone rang and rang, the longer it took for your call to be answered, the more anxious you felt and you began to pace back and forth. When the call was finally answered, “Is it done?”

END PT 3

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mickimomo · 1 year

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Attuma with the babies - part 2

Based in the Sun & the Sky AU

My thoughts:

When it was time for the twins to get their shots, Attuma was not allowed to be in the building. The first time one of the twins got poked with a needle and bursted into tears, Attuma had his hands on the poor doctor within half a heartbeat. The nurses had to get Okoye to pry him off of the dazed woman, and walk him out.

After that incident, he was forced to stay outside until everything was done. He was livid. Especially since Okoye was bawling her eyes out as she held the twins. But thankfully, he was allowed back in to comfort his family once all the shots had been given.

He was kinda pissed that he had to apologize to the doctor to be allowed back in, but he did it. (The things this man would do for his wife and sons. 🤧)

Attuma always looked forward to feeding the twins. He'd prepare a bottle of breast milk Okoye had pumped in a bag and tossed in the freezer and fed them while humming a soft tune. Once they were done, he'd burp them and hold them close on the sofa.

Then the twins would dose off, and he would feel obligated to stay still until they woke up. That typically led to him taking a nap with them.

Okoye would sometimes come home for lunch and find her husband knocked out with two tiny babies resting peacefully in his arms.

And she would take a picture every single time before placing a soft kiss on all of their heads.

Attuma was even more excited when the twins could finally start eating homemade baby food. He had been looking forward to the day they could start weening off of breast milk and enjoy the softer foods of Wakanda and Talokan.

Sure, they were a bit huffy, and the tears often made him run to the freezer to appease him, but Attuma slowly won them over with mashed up fruit and spoonfuls of thickened atole. He'd imitate dolphins and whales as he fed them and wipe their hands and mouths clean once they were done.

What he wasn't ready for was when their teeth started coming in. The wailing was endless, and all of the remedies only provided temporary relief.

He had finally settled on giving them frozen breast milk and tiny pieces of cold watermelon to soothe their aching mouths in the day. At night, he'd sing them a melody that washed away the pain. Long nights of singing led to long mornings of sleeping. Where he dropped the ball, Okoye picked it up. After a month, it became obvious that he was getting worn out.

Even he felt useless and inadequate sometimes. This was all he could do to satiate them. They despised numbing gels and would scream whenever they tried anything else. All he wanted to do was close his eyes and get an ounce of shut eye. But he loved his family too much to break down now.

Okoye could tell he was struggling and changed her working schedule to pull him out of the storm he was sitting in. He was such a kind and loving husband. He was an amazing father, too. But he was also human (although slightly mutated), and humans need breaks, too.

She'd often find him laid out in exhaustion, struggling to get a moment of peace but too stubborn to let Namora or Shuri or Aneka watch the twins. Okoye knew how much pride he took in taking care of their sons. Asking for help in his mind made him feel inadequate.

Some days, Okoye would hand the babies off to their aunties while he was sleeping. Leaving a note and a home-cooked meal on the counter, so that he could have the day to himself without any worries.

Other days, she'd put the twins down for a nap and hug him tight. She'd rub his back or brush his hair. Shower him in kisses and force him to go out and get some fresh air while she took care of the twins.

He always took care of her, so she'd take care of him. It was like they poured into one another to keep both of their cups full.

He was grateful and appreciated having such an attentive wife. And he was relieved when the tooth growing pains were over.

Attuma's heart soared when their twin sons began to walk. I mean, every milestone made him happy (minus the teething era). But this was just the cherry on top.

They both stumbled from his arms to Okoye's open ones with shaky little legs and happy giggles and squeaks of excitement.

The joy only dwindled slightly when they learned how to run and get into things. It felt like they were everywhere and getting into everything, every time he blinked or stepped away to do something.

Whenever they were getting into too much, he'd scoop them up, get one of the patterned wraps, and wear them until they dozed off.

Okoye always found it funny how their babies would fall asleep whenever he did this. She figured it had something to do with how much he did it when they were younger.

Sometimes, Okoye would doubt herself. Maybe she wasn't a phenomenal mother because the twins- aht aht. Attuma never let her finish those thoughts. He'd always kiss her and remind her that she was a good mother. And the twins solidified that when they spoke their first words.

To everyone's surprise, they boys' first word was K'iin and then Na'. Well, everyone but Attuma. Attuma had been gushing to their sons about Okoye everyday in the most wholesome of ways. Always reminding them of the mayan equivalent to each English word, Sun and Mom. Always reminding them of how amazing she was. Sometimes he'd bring them to watch Okoye spar and train with Aneka, so they could see their mother in action.

"This is how K'iin stole my heart." He whispered to the two babies settled on his lap as he sat on a bench. "The first time I met Na', she threatened to kill me and took out all of my soldiers. Then she cut my cheek." He chuckled softly at the memory as one of the twins attempted to bite his hand, and the other leaned against him drowsily. "To think we have you now. Chaac and Bast must have planned it all."

So imagine his surprise when the third word they spoke was Baba. Apparently, Okoye had been coaching them and teaching them xhosa while he was away. He didn't realize she was gushing about him too.

In short, he was all over Okoye that night, after the twins went to sleep.

Both of the twins are similar to Namor, in the sense that they are fine on land but seem to be stronger and heal faster when exposed to water. Although, they have to be exposed to water for long periods of time. They can also breathe through their skin like the god king.

This was discovered when the 3-year-old boys had fallen ill one summer. No one really knew what was wrong with them, and Okoye was panicking seeing them so lethargic. They were extremely restless and miserable, and it broke her heart seeing them like this.

Attuma asked the priest and herbalists of Talokan for assistance, and they had them bring the twins to the river.

Okoye was reluctant at first, but with a bit of assurance, she agreed. Both of their hearts nearly stopped when the twins were pulled underwater. The only reason everyone's head was still connected to their neck was the fsct the twins were flourishing. They had taken to water like fish. Apparently, they had spent too much time playing in the sun and needed more time in the water on hotter days.

Now that their parents were aware, the twins were allowed to play in the water with supervision. A few people were terrified at first because of the hammerhead sharks that would occasionally swim through. But, you know, Pakal and the squad had to come see the babies.

The twins loved Pakal. (So much that Namora made them shark plushies.) Attuma would help them pet the shark's side and watch them giggle as he nudged their floating toys.

The most curious thing was how much the shark would stay by Okoye.

Pakal had always favored Okoye to Attuma, but he seemed more restless than usual.

Almost as if he was guarding something, but Okoye would only whisper to the shark and shoo him away.

A few weeks later, Okoye shyly revealed that she was pregnant and Attuma was over the moon.

He was a little hurt she had tried to hide it, but the surprise she had thrown erased his pout.

Another bundle of joy!?!

Sign him the fuck up!

and that concludes Part 2 ♡

#mickimomo #okoye x attuma #okoye #attoye #attuma #attuma x okoye #okottuma #the sun and the sky au #attuma being a good dad and husband

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ballroomfitz · 8 days

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Build Me Up Buttercup- A Fallout New Vegas One-Shot

Dr. Alex Richards/Male Courier 6

On a quiet night at Camp Forlorn Hope, Dean joins Dr. Alex Richards for a cigarette

Camp Forlorn Hope was quiet for once that night (or as quiet as anywhere in the Mojave could get) and Dean couldn’t sleep. Boone was sleeping for once, and Dean couldn’t shake the paranoia that came without at least one of them having their guard up. He could stand to be more trusting, he supposed, but then again, the last time he relied on the kindness of strangers, it got him a bullet in the brain.

He wandered lethargically through the camp, whistling a song from long before the war he’d caught on some morning radio show or another.

“What’re you doing up so late, handsome?”

Dean turned around. Dr. Richards was sitting on a rough wooden plank, his face lit only by a lit cigarette. Dean shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Tell me about it.”

Dean sat down. “Spare a cig?”

Richards handed Dean a cigarette. “C’mere.” He carefully leaned in, with a lit cigarette in his mouth, and touched the tip of his cigarette to Dean’s. Dean closed his eyes, trying to take a moment

Richards pulled back and laughed. “Chrisssakes, are you wearing cologne?”

Dean laughed, a little embarrassed. “Found some herbs growing by the highway on my way from Primm. Keep ‘em in my coat pocket.”

“Unbelievable,” Richards shook his head with a smile. “Well, just wait it out. Believe me, you spend enough time out here, vanity goes out the window fast.”

“Guess so,” said Dean. “But I gotta hold on to the little things, just so I don’t lose myself.”

Richards looked out at the sky, thick with smog. “I used to wear cologne. Real stuff, from the bottle. I used to get my suits tailored. Used to go out dancing, even.”

“You still dance?”

“Maybe when the war’s over, honey.”

“I’ve heard Cali’s good for that,” said Dean. “Dancing.”

Richards smirked. “God, has the cruising dried up around here. No pun intended.”

“Do you have anyone waiting for you back home?” said Dean.

Richards smiled bitterly. “I did. He used to write every week. Silly little love notes I’d hide in my cot to look at when I got lonely. After a few months, though, they dried up,” Richards flicked some ash off his cigarette. “I like to think he’s moved on, for his sake. How about you, handsome?”

“I could never hold on to anyone for long,” said Dean. “Boyfriends, girlfriends- somehow we always seemed to drift apart once the novelty wore off,” Dean paused. “But it gets lonely out here, don’t it?”

“You have no idea,” sighed Richards.

“Heard through the grapevine the NCR isn’t the most accommodating,” said Dean. “For boys like us.”

“You heard right, more or less. Though it depends where they stick you. Out here? Not a chance.”

“Don’t your superiors mind?” said Dean. “Let’s call a spade a spade, you’re not exactly discreet.”

“What are they going to do?” said Richards. “Discharge their only halfway competent medic? Maybe if I stop being useful.”

“You ever wish you’d stay behind?”

Richards stopped and blew out a puff of smoke. “I won’t put on some kind of show of self-sacrifice for you,” said Richards. “Every goddamn day. I thought I was here to serve my country. To defend glorious democracy. What a joke, what a sick fucking joke. But if it wasn’t me, it’d have to be someone else. And I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”

Richards took a drag of his cigarette and closed his eyes. “But I try not to dwell on it. Sounds awful, but they all melt together at a certain point. But God, some things . . . Two years ago, I had to amputate the leg of this kid, Christ, he couldn’t’ve been a day older than nineteen. I had to use the last of the morphine to knock him out, he wouldn’t stop bawling,” Richards sighed. “And they posted him up in the watchtower, figured he was still good for something if he could hold a gun. I told them they’d be crazy not to send him home, they said he wasn’t on the front lines so he’d be fine,” Richards kept his gunpowder green eyes fixed on the horizon. “They killed him, they killed that kid. They told his girlfriend and his parents that he’d died in combat, they let them imagine he’d gone down in some big heroic stand. Kid died for nothing, he got shot by a Legion sniper before he even had the chance to see him,” Richards rubbed his temples. “God. Yeah, I do, I do wish I’d stayed behind.”

Dean leaned over to touch Richards’ hand. Richards looked at him and took a long drag of what was left of his cigarette, before he flicked the butt on the ground. Richards grabbed the back of Dean’s head and pulled him in hard for a kiss. Dean leaned forward hungrily, feeling his rough, stubbly chin, keeping an iron grip on the neck of Richards’ shirt. Richards slowly pulled away and gently ran his calloused thumb along Dean’s cheek. “In another life, buttercup. In another life.”

#my stuff #my writing #fanfic #fallout #fallout new vegas #fallout fanfic #fnv courier #fnv #fnv fanfic #Alex richards #fnv Alex richards #fnv dr richards

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lale-txt · 2 years

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comforting their lover on a bad day w/ Rayleigh & Roger & gn!reader

a/n: i was having ✨a day✨ and needed to write my silly little men for comfort. that's it. maybe they bring you some, too <3

word count: 793

It was one of those days where you just wanted to disappear.

You couldn’t tell why, but the tiniest things felt like walking on glass and made you want to scream and cry for three days straight; you despised your own mood so much and were a menace to be around, snapping at the people you loved the most. When your favorite plate slips out of your hands and shatters on the ground, sending what was supposed to be your comfort snack flying, you simply burst out in hot, angry tears.

You were so fucking useless.

Not being able to stand the worried faces of your crew members, you run off to your cabin, ignoring the voices that call out your name until you slam the door close behind you, your vision blurry. Your face felt so hot from the rage and the shame and you could hardly catch your breath. If only you could crawl out of this skin or rinse your brain under cold water. You kick off your shoes with quiet sniffles and crawl straight into your unmade bed, pulling the blanket over your head where you allow yourself to bawl until your head hurts from all the crying. At least the throbbing muted your horrid thoughts for a bit and let you slip into a restless slumber.

It is already dark in your cabin when you wake up again, a big hand carefully brushing your hair out of your face. You could have sworn you heard some knocking on your door earlier in your dreams. Sadness still had a tight grip around your heart; it was the kind which didn’t just disappear after some sleep, it never did. You lean closer into the touch, trying not to cry on the spot again.

“Today is rough, huh?” Rayleigh’s voice is soft and forgiving, pulling on your heart strings. “But we’re here now.”

You blink a few times, letting your eyes adjust to the darkness in the room. Rayleigh is sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning over you, his hand resting on top of your head. Next to the bed is Roger, squatting down, his shirt loosely unbuttoned, his big captain’s hat sitting on the table in the corner. You can tell his eyes are full of worry as he gently takes your hand peeking out from under the covers and places a big kiss on top of it, mumbling your name.

“I’m so sorry, I just–”

And here came the tears again. You cover your face with your free hand, sobbing quietly. Everything was just too much, everything felt so fragile, as if you could shatter into a million pieces any second. You felt like you didn’t deserve their love, that they were better off without miserable old you; as if you robbed them of their sunshine with your existence alone. You curl up into a ball, unable to look your two lovers in the eyes, their touch burning on your skin with deep desire and guilt.

The captain and his first mate exchange worried glances but immediately know what to do. Roger doesn’t let go of your hand, no matter how badly you try to pull it away; instead he gets up and crawls into bed with you, pulling your figure against his broad chest. Rayleigh robs in the niche between you and the wall, hugging you tight from behind, nuzzling his face in the back of your neck, soft kisses trailing down your spine.

Sandwiched between them you allow yourself to wail, letting go of all the frustration that built up inside of you over the past few days. You still felt miserable but their reassuring words, whispered into the dark, found their way into your heart, sending tiny sparks through it like fireflies. There was no place like home except in their arms, it was where you felt the safest you ever had. Rayleigh is kissing the spot behind your ear, mumbling how much he loved you while Roger had his arms around the two of you, kissing you both on top of your heads.

You can feel your body relaxing a bit, sinking deeper into their embrace, letting them love you in a way you feel like you don’t deserve it but still crave it; your heart bathing in their adoration for you. It will take a while until you shake off this darkness inside of you, but you have a feeling that everything will gonna be okay in the end as long as these two would be there to pick you up again, both holding out a hand for you to help you spread your wings so you could fly towards the sun again; knowing they would be there to catch you, too.

#silvers rayleigh #gol d. roger #dark king rayleigh #rayleigh x reader #roger x reader #rayleigh x roger x reader #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert #one piece comfort #one piece scenario #one piece fluff

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zuffer-weird-girl · 1 year

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ok so my request is when kaito turns 2 and starts having the terrible two how would angel and kai react to the son throwing tantrums like 24/7???

His eye twitched at the 2 years old throwing himself on the ground and starting to throw another tantrum....

He could only groan with a hand on his face as he could sense it many people on the market staring with nasty eyes at him like he was the problem of that fucking brat crying.

Oh... he was the father. Yeah, that's why they stared at him.

"I'm going to leave you here if you don't stop this nonsense right now." He growled and the kid screamed even louder, getting himself up to stomp his food down.

"I'm leaving." He groaned, only managing to take two steps away only to vringe at the said child clinging on his leg and crying even louder, not only drawing more attention to the two but also rubbing his snotty nose on his pants.

All that theater was because of one thing. Chisaki said no and took him away from the candy area of the market.

He couldn't wait to get home and beat the shit out of Mimic for introducing chocolate to just kid without his knowledge... before he knew Kaito was demanding chocolate at least five times at day for him and you.

He could only drag himself out of the market, without any success on buying the things he was suppose to.

"What happened?" You asked as soon as the door opened and Kaito ran into you while crying, babling some things impossible for anyone to understand.

"Another one of his many tantrums over a packet of candy." He growled while changing his mask and taking off his shoes at the entrance "in the middle of the market."

"Wow." You winced. You knew Kai hated to be the center of attention, and being a well know yakuza didn't help but surely having a kid bawling their eyes out was definitely difficult for anyone to deal with.

"This brat is out of control." He groaned as soon as he stepped closer to you only to narrow his eyes at the baby in your arms to poke his tongue out at him and bury his face on the crook of your neck.

"Well, is around this age they usually get like this..." You murmured while petting softly the brow hair of your son as he finally calmed down "We just gotta be patient I guess?"

"My patience has a limit and this devil reached the limits of it." He said in a monotonous tone of voice only to wince at the kick he received from your son who was suppose to have fallen sleep in your arms.

"Can you look at him while I go take a shower? He gave me a hard time on the doctor..." You begged with your eyes at your husband, who only nodded and mentioned with his hand for you to go whole not taking his eyes off the book on his hold.

He was just about to finish a page when he felt a poke on his leg and saw big and doey (e/c) staring back at him.

"What?"

"Play!"

"Not now. Here-" he picked the remote and turned the TV on "Maybe that stupid show is on-"

"No! Play!" The boy pouted and hitted his hands on the sofa while Kai only arched an eyebrow... already knowing where this was going.

"Kaito. I'm busy. Not everything we want is something that we can get."

The kid though only got angrier and climbed the sofa and crossed his arms with huff.

"Play Dada!"

"I said not now." He said again, returning to his book only to freeze when his son slapped the book out of his hand and making it fall in the ground... losing the page he was.

"Chisaki Kaito..." he growled while his golden eye twitched in anger and the kid glared back... "You're getting out of line. Just because you're my son doesn't mean you can get away with everything."

The boy only poked his tongue monotonously at him as he felt a headache already coming to get him.

"... I wonder where you got this fucking attitude I swear to God." He groaned while placing his gloved hands on his head in defeat.

"Fuckin."

His eyes widened in horror

"Great job father of the year." You spoke in anger as Chisaki massaged his temple.

"Dont start this now."

"You just teaches our son to say fucking, how else am I suppose to react?!" You whispered shouted as Chisaki glared at you.

"You know how this kid is getting on our nerves-" He stopped talking and you widened your eyes at the sound of something cracking... you both slowly turned your heads to the side and saw Kaito looking shocked at a vase that he accidentally broken...

"That's..." You said terrified.

"Pops present from his deceived wife..." Kai finished your sentence with the sane terror on his voice.

"Is okay, he didn't knew." Pops said with calm but with a hint of sadness on his eyes as he picked the cracks while you and Kai bowed in shame.

"I apologize. Kaito has been acting out and being a menage to control..." he growled while you grabbed Kaito's hand to keep him in the room.

"You say like you were a Saint when you were younger." Pops chuckled "He took it from you."

"Told ya it was your fault." You snickered as Kai deadpanned...

"Fuckin!" Kaito spoke in glee as you and Kai's jaw almost dropped while the elder widened his eyes before bursting in laughter.

Sure this kid was difficult, but how could he get mad with boy that was so cute and keeping Chisaki on line?

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul #chisaki kai #bnha villains x reader #chisaki family #kaito chisaki #zuffer writings

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Pretty Girl - Coriolanus Snow

Description -

You are the daughter of Dr Volumnia Gaul, previously a close friend (and lover) of Coriolanus Snow. Until one night, a fight with your mother leaves you stranded with nowhere to go but The Snow Penthouse, despite Dr Gaul banning you from contacting Coryo ever again - and you and Coryo agreed to stay away from eachother as you only distracted eachother from your work. Although, what else could you do? Sorry guys, im new to the whole Tumblr thing, this is acc a snippet of my ao3 fanfic - "The Sound of Snow falling", so if you enjoy make sure to check it out :) https://archiveofourown.org/works/51943126/chapters/131348863

For what felt like hours, you sat alone, summer air enough to keep you from a shiver as the day drew along - deciding whether or not it would be socially acceptable to sleep on the central steps, or if your Capitol Influence had already taken a hit when you disappeared for two months. It was uncomfortable, that was evident, the gravelly yet fresh steps scraping at your skin through the thin dress you wore, the matching blazer draped over your shoulders.

They had only built the Gamemaker Hall a couple years ago, following the successes of the 10th and 11th Hunger Games - the Citadel becoming too small of a space for the research conducted, now the affluent marble-coated Hall housing more than enough of the equipment needed to murder 23 children each year. It marvelled you how easily you had broken into the guarded building after Flickerman's Feast - security lacking to a degree you could hardly comprehend, although you guessed the help of your cunning, now ex-friend Snow played a large part in the easy task.

Eyebrows furrowing, you realised the Snow Penthouse was only a few roads away - offering inevitable warmth and comfort that was severely insufficient where you currently sat, though you guessed Coryo wouldn't even open the door to you. Furthermore, you doubted you could possibly manage to stay with him for that long without your feelings for him driving you mad - yet another precaution that would only harden your current situation.

No matter what you told yourself, it did seem incredibly inviting - particularly as your Mother had commanded you to stay away, the rage still absently bubbling at the back of your mind, sourcing a need for defiance. To upset Gaul, that is what you convinced yourself as you stood from the steps and began to amble along the dark roads.

To upset Gaul, as you took the elevator to the top floor of the apartment building.

To upset Gaul, as you knocked gingerly on the door marked 'Snow'.

Cold and sweet, your eyes met his as he pulled the hinge - immediate confusion and somewhat annoyance lacing his expression, your stomach fluttering at even the sight of him.

"What the fuck are you doing here."

His words were impossibly sharp, yet months of knowing him so well assured you that this was the same facade he displayed to every Capitol resident - thick-skinned and hardened, inviting no such disagreement.

"I have nowhere else."

"Your mothers?"

"She sent me away."

Murmuring like a child confessing to their Mother, you watched as a deep sigh overtook his form - a hint of pity behind glassy eyes conveying a spark of hope.

Hesitantly, he let you in, shutting the door behind you as he attempted not to let his eyes fall on you for too long - well aware that if they did, he may just go crazy. Your perfume seemed to fill the air instantly, flooding unfairly into his nostrils as he took a step away to try to regain some control of the situation - his hands bawling to fists as he shoved them far into the pockets of his dark slacks.

'You can sleep in Tigris' old bedroom. She's away studying."

You briefly thanked him, pulling off your blazer and hanging it on the Coathook beside the door. The room you stood in was Grand - expensively decorated with a large dining table stretching across one half, the other with large armchairs and matching sofas placed strategically below a lavish chandelier, all leading to a slim hallway across your gaze.

Coryo began to walk away - you following him like a lost puppy, curious footsteps attempting to map out the large space.

"I'm going to my room. Call if you need something."

Silence.

"Yeah, um, of course."

Silence.

Coriolanus was growing painfully aware of the feeling in his chest as he stood across from you, warmth trickling slowly down his body - only to rest guiltily between his thighs. Fuck, he wanted you so badly - overwhelmingly, all controllingly. He hated himself for it.

Although, that hatred had never stopped him.

He turned with such ferocious yearning you thought he was about to strike you - flinching for a moment before he instead slammed his lips to yours with indescribable hunger, an attempt to drink every moment he missed of you from your lips. It was heavenly.

Reaching a hand to hold his jaw, bringing him closer, he released a breathy gasp into your mouth before pulling you backwards and onto the large dining table with powerful need, a clatter echoing around the room as you slammed against the wood - his heavy form already caged above you. It was hard to breathe, tounges deep in each other's mouths - desperate and starved, relapsing into an addiction that was sickeningly sweet - making you unsure whether the warmth prickling at your skin was pure arousal or the relief of touching him again. Your warmth began to throb as he occasionally relaxed his weight onto you, his spare hand reaching to grab your waist with more strength and force than he had ever touched you before - fingers grasping tight enough to leave a bruise, the pain delicious, forcing muffled moans into the kiss.

Writhing against each other as your bodies grew impatient, time seemed to race, heartbeats thumping so intimately against each other it almost fulfilled every moment you had missed.

"It was cruel of you to come over."

Coryo reprimanded, breath hot in your mouth as he spoke hopelessly into you - however not fazed or truly angry enough to draw his hands away from you, still desperately pawing your sides, sliding your dress up your thighs, mouth growing slick with the now shared saliva. "You don't care to seem too dearly."

The grunt in response seemed to ripple ecstatically along your body, pleasured shivers reaching down to your fingertips - now gently clawing at his back, breath hitching as his hand edged to your thigh, grabbing roughly at the fleshed underside - bare skin against his enough to make your eyes close in ecstasy.

As he pulled you closer, your pelvis brushed his - throbbing cock restrained by his slacks already making your cunt tense around nothing, his curious fingers eventually pulling the skimpy panties you wore down along your legs and onto the floor, his eyes drifting to you arrogantly as he brushed your dampness.

"You're so wet."

Accusingly, he said it - though you were too far in to accept the shame by now, instead rocking your hips closer to his hand in needy request, smirk twitching his pretty mouth. Without warning, he thrust two fingers into you, thumb practicedly playing with your clit, your whole body convulsing at the sudden pressure, back arching against the table with broken moans. He relished it, seeing you a bundled mess under his hands - proud you were his, only his to play with.

Vision beginning to haze from the already strong overwhelming, he continued pistoning his fingers cruelly into your cunt without mercy - some sort of revenge for teasing him so awfully for the past two weeks. Beginning to ease a third finger in, he watched as your eyes widened, looking down to see where his fingers met your pretty cunt.

"You can take it, baby, I know you can."

His words came out strained and gravelly, everything about you driving him to madness as he reached into you deeper, noticing the exact spot that made your eyes roll back in a beautiful lack of control.

"Is that where it is, baby?"

Hitting the same spot, he confirmed, pumping in and out down to his knuckles now - the moment your velvety walls began to tighten making his chest tighten with anticipation - dick pressing painfully against his pants.

You came surprisingly quickly, unable to hold yourself any longer - the touch driving your legs to shiver seemingly uncontrollably as Coryo finger-fucked you through it, prolonging the deep orgasm almost inhumanely. His careful arms hoisted you up as soon as you finished, wrapping your arms around his waist as he carried you to the large, affluent sofa in the other half of the room - placing you on his lap as he sat, eyes trained unforgivingly on your every moment.

Recovering as quickly as you could, you rolled yourself immediately away from his seated form, instead kneeling on the floor between his spread legs - tenting in his trousers fluttering through your already shaky limbs. Glancing up at him for approval, you slowly undid his belt, a smirk spreading across his face as he helped your lightly quivering hands pull away his trousers and underwear, revealing his throbbing cock, tip a deep red and glistening with precum. The night in the cabin, you had hardly seen it in the candlelit dimness, only felt the sheer size, yet now, looking upon him anxiously close - you worried you wouldn't be able to fit it into your mouth. Fuck it, you would try anyway.

Pride beckoned in your eyes as you gently placed your lips against the head of his cock, his neck immediately tensing in an attempt to hide his sharp breaths, your confidence immediately returning alongside a need to please him. You began to swish your tongue over the hotness, healthy hand reaching to stroke the base of his length as the splinted one traced light patterns into his thigh with your nails - savouring the look on his face as he bit his lip - his hand reaching to grab a handful of your hair, a gentle pull every time you made his cock twitch providing you with more then enough will to continue.

Your lips began to burn as you brought your head further down, stretch hitting the back of your throat - tears immediately threatening your eyes - his moans growing more shameless, low groans and gasps music to your ears.

"You feel amazing, fuck-"

He managed, hand bawling to a fist in your hair as you began to bob your head - his eyes screwing shut agonizingly tight.

Swirling your tongue over him, he flinched, muscles contracting - taking his whole cock almost sorely in your mouth, nose brushing the groomed hairs at the base in delectable pride. Staying in that position for longer than he could bare, his hips bucked against you, your own hand sliding along your body to toy with your clit, his breathless strives to hide his moans slickening you further.

His heartbeat became evident in your mouth as you bobbed again, muscles tensing and flinching at every detail in your movement - holding himself back to relish this moment for as long as he possibly could, his hand abruptly pulling your hair as he spilt into your throat, a low growl-like sound escaping his lips as you swallowed the salty thickness.

Eyes glued to you in admiring fondness, he pulled you back onto his lap, finally removing your dress to reveal the pretty tits he had craved to see again, immediately trying to make a mental note of the image - still hazed and fucked-out, yet so desperate for more. That feeling in his chest was still there, stronger and ever, and to him, lust needed to be sorted.

Grip returning to your hips, he gazed at you in an unfocused mess, crazed and fuckdrunk as you unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his muscled torso, immediately kissing your way down his neck as he aligned himself with your burning cunt - lowering your body onto him in a painful stretch that made your legs tense, nails scratching into his skin as you released a cry.

"Come on, baby, breathe through it."

Just as overwhelmed as you, he whispered into your ear, nuzzling against it fondly as you brought yourself off him, then back on, deeper into you this time, tip brushing that spot deep inside you as you stifled a moan. Rolling and grinding yourself against him, you shared frantic and already sensitive breaths, his abs tensing each time you lowered, hips bucking up into you desperately. Coryo's hand snaked back down to your cunt, circling your clit so overwhelmingly you could've passed out.

The eagerness for the other only heightened, the man below you driving his cock into you in perfect unison as you rode off him, pace quickening as the room echoed with pornographic slaps of his balls against your ass, your whimpers and pants contrasted with his low moans, sweat trickling down his forehead and onto yours. You were well aware your hymen was not going to be forgiving tomorrow morning.

The room grew hot with thirst, greediness and lust that only the other brought you, rough movements more frantic than you had been the first night you'd touched each other, overtaken with hungry need. Fluttering around him, you arched your back, leaning your head to the tall ceiling and screwing your eyes tight.

"m'gonna cum-"

You muffled, his grasp firm on your ass, holding tight as he thrust mercilessly into you. "go on, baby, let me see you-"

His hand reached to hold your jaw, tilting your face to lock eyes with him, gaze so intense on the other it held more emotion than your words ever could. A loud gasp erupted from your mouth, face morphing in uncontainable pleasure, coating his cock in your juices as you reached your high - better than any drug, yet more addictive. The extreme tightness paired with that expression on your face only made Coryo orgasm seconds later, gravelly groans filling the air between you as you sat, slumped against each other, dick softening inside you.

Coryo tiredly brought his hand to massage your shoulder as you rested yours against his chest, twirling your hair carefully between his fingers -gentle movements starkly different to the force he had previously impaled you with.

"You pretty, pretty girl."

A shy flutter flushed your cheeks, catching your breath in your throat in an innocent timidness like a girl with a crush - what you supposed you were, now. Every feeling towards him was so thick, suffocating you but in such a beautiful way.

For Snow, that feeling in his chest was yet to disappear - despite fucking you so well, physically unable to continue due to the sheer amount of effort he had ploughed into you with, the so-called lust was still well present. It had to be lust. What else could he possibly have the humane capacity for?

#coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus smut #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #snow lands on top #tom blyth #tbosas #smut

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shes-nott-me · 2 years

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National Treasure

Child star turned unhinged bombshell, Arabella King, tells her life story in her first interview in decades, She talks in-depth about (TW’s) her rocky past with her parents, struggling with body image and ED’s, coming to terms with her sexuality, and even her life-long relationship with ‘The King of Rock n Roll’ Himself Elvis Presley.

Some chapters are going to be written from Elvis’ point of view (most will be retellings of the previous chapters from a new perspective) where we’ll see him struggle with loving someone who is unable to love him back.

Trigger warnings for this part: Abuse, mention of drugs.

Elvis isn’t in this part, but he will be in the next one. I might post chapter two of this one just, because that’s when we’re introduced to him.

Without further ado

(Also look at the OC I made, Arabella I made, isn’t she gorgeous)

Interviewer: What's the very first memory you have?

Arabella: Um… My first memory is waking up when I was three, my father had left with my sister in the middle of the night, but I don’t remember it well enough to go in depth. But I do remember Sophia, my mother waking me up in the middle of the night. I was five.

Naples, Italy 1944

“Wake up, Arabella.” Yawning, I rub sleep from my eyes. Confused, I stare at mama. “We’re leaving.” I blink at her, but panic began to settle in, we were in the middle of the biggest war in history. My breath gets caught in my throat, before I know it, bawling. “Arabella” she snaps at me. “Stop fucking crying and pack a bag.” Mama throws a backpack at me as she turns to face the door. “Mama’s gonna be a star.” she slammed the door behind her “You have fifteen minutes and we’re leaving.” She shouts, humming her way to the kitchen, as I frantically throw clothes, toys, and what have you into the backpack.

The next thing I knew, I was in Newark, New Jersey, about to move into a room mama decided to rent on a whim. “Remember Ara, act American, the last thing I want is for you to embarrass me in front of these people.

I cock my head to the side. “But, mama, I don’t know eng-” she cut me off

“Then shut up, fix your face and let me do the talking.” I did as she said. I watched as mama spoke to the American couple. I didn’t know what she was saying, but I did know she looked all but American, based on the couple's face alone.

Present Day

Interviewer: Do you remember your first audition

Arabella: Of course, Sophia always wanted to be famous, dragging me to casting calls and auditions with her. I must’ve gone to hundreds of auditions with her. she would tell me how my sister and I ruined her career of being the next prima ballerina, how she could dance circles around Margot Fonteyn, but my career was cut short because of…

New York, New York 1945

“You and your sister,” Mama explained to me for the thousandth time. We were on the train to New York for another one of her auditions that was bound to fail. I stopped responding to her when she told this story ages ago, I just ate my sandwich and stared out the window.

I sat in the room, watching my mom over-act her lines to casting directors. I was sitting upside down against the wall. At some point, I zoned out and mindlessly started singing, ‘Somewhere Over the Rainbow’.

“Is that your daughter?” I stop using immediately, as I’m pulled out of my trance.

“Um, yes, I’m so sorry sir.” She pauses to face me. “Arabella Moretti, fix your skirt.” She whisper shouts at me in Italian, I nod, standing up and brushing off any dust that might be left on my dress. “I’m so sorry, I couldn’t get a babys-” The director cuts her off.

“Come here, sweetheart.” I blink at the man summoning me with his hand, slowly walking towards him. “Well, aren’t you a pretty girl.” It was more of a statement than a question.

I giggled and looked at my feet, muttering a soft “Thank you.”

“Can you sing that song again?” I look back towards my mother for approval, she nods for me to go ahead, But not without a scowl on her face. I do as he says. “Can you dance?”

I nod “Mama taught me.” I swing my arms back and forth. He asks me to dance and I do. He asks me to say things and I say them.

Present Day

Interviewer: It was around this time you were evicted?

Arabella: Ah, yes, I remember. All I heard was screaming in the room, The man's wife calling Sophia a whore. At the time I hadn’t realized it yet, but there was only one way a man would let us stay in that house. My mom didn’t have a job, we had no money, what else could she do?

Newark, New Jersey 1945

“I DON’T CARE WHERE YOU GO OR WHAT YOU DO, AS LONG AS YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOME” the door slammed mama didn’t even seem to care, she just took a long drag from her cigarette and stared at me. “YOU HAVE ONE GODDAMN WEEK!”

Mama just put me to bed, grumbling something along the lines of “I would’ve had my big break ages ago if it wasn’t for you.

I wake up the next morning to mama on the phone. “Oh, Hi, Mr. Carter” I’ve never heard her sound so happy. “Oh, she is cute isn’t she?” She whipped her head around to glare at me. “I just don’t think she’s quite r-” she paused “H-how much?” “We’ll be there first thing in the morning, thank you, sir.” Mama walked back over to the bed “Alright brat pack your shit, we’re goin’ to New York. Before I knew it, I was in the nicest hotel I’d ever seen, in the prettiest dress, I’d ever seen.

Present Day

Arabella: That joy I felt lasted about a month. I was no longer Arabella Moretti, they changed my name to Arabella King. I was addicted to caffeine and Lord knows what else by the time I turned seven.

New York, New York 1945

“I DON’T WANNA GO TODAY, I’M TIRED.” I cried as mama tried to drag me through the door by my wrist.

“Do you have any idea how LUCKY you are?” she paused to fix my hair, which she had burned to a crisp, straightening for the past 7 years. “Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your position?” I had never seen so much resentment in a person's eyes. I just looked at her and screamed, it was the most piercing, curdling sound I could make. She simply just slapped me across the face, and said “Do you want a fucking lollipop?” I accepted and she picked me up and put me in the car.

Present Day

Arabella: I still don’t know exactly what was in the lollipops, I just know that it was some sort of upper, used to keep me awake when needed, which was often. If I wasn’t on set, I was in a dance class, dancing until my feet bled, or in a vocal lesson, singing until I couldn’t anymore.

Interviewer: Do you remember the first time you met Elvis?

Hey, y’all this is the part of a new series, it has a lot of trigger warnings that vary from part to part, this series is not for my loves under 18, I’m playing around with a new format so the writing might be a little off, I’m open to constructive criticism. This series is a little experimental so hold on tight, also, I promise Elvis will be in the next part, I already wrote it

#shes nott me #austin butler x reader #austin butler smut #austin!elvis x reader #austin butler #elvis presley x reader #elvis smut #austin butler x y/n #elvis #Elvis x oc #Austin!elvis x OC

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safetycar-restart · 1 year

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Maybe he’s crying so much that he doesn’t even see your car arrive? So you arrive and he’s just sitting on the balcony, crying. And now he feels like the worst sub ever because he didn’t even notice his mommy’s car arrive.

STOP. STOP IT. RIGHT NOW. PHONE ON THE TABLE.

poor baby :( he'd be so worried and hurt, his mind is all over the place, filled with so many thoughts. are you safe? was he a bad boy? are you not coming over?

million thoughts inside his head and they just get the best of him, his head just drops against his arms while he leans onto the balcony, letting the tears go. he's crying his eyes out, because he misses you so much, and he doesn't even know where you are? he feels so lonely and upset, because he's been waiting for you to hold him all day - and now you're not here? he was having a shitty day as is, so all that kept him positive was the thought of you coming home for cuddles and tom & jerry!

so, you come into the apartment. you're taking off your shoes, but then you hear sobbing coming from somewhere in the house. your head instantly shoots up, and you walk down the hallway, spotting a hunched over charles on the balcony, shivering, shaking and absolutely bawling. you approach him, but you don't yet touch him as to not scare or overwhelm him even more. so you call out to him. "charles?" and he instantly recognizes your voice, head perking up as he turns around to see you.

he's still sobbing, and probably he starts crying even harder now that he sees you. "mama!" he cries out, taking those few steps towards you, and wrapping himself up in your arms. you hold him as tight as possible, you know why he's crying and you know he needs the comfort, and you feel like such an idiot. how could you not tell him you'd be late? he's soaking your shirt in his tears, and he's probably been crying for the past hour, shivering and sitting outside in the cold air waiting for you to come back to him.

you sway him side to side while cradling his head, apologizing continuously. "aw, my baby. i'm so sorry i didn't tell you i'd come back late, sweets. so so sorry." you lift his head up, and he's sniffling and pouting. his cheeks are drenched with tears basically, his pretty eyes fluttering as he looks at you. you cup his face, wiping his tears away. he's holding onto your forearms, warm against his cold fingertips. "it's okay, cha. i'm here now, hm? are you cold?" you ask, given it's very chilly outside, especially at night. he shakes his head no, before speaking up. "miss- missed you so much, mo-mmy..." he says, stuttering between sobs. his shoulders raise with every sob, and you feel so bad for him. you'd been late a few times before, but you had never come back to him this distressed.

you pull him back into your arms, running your hand up and down his back. "i promise that every time from now on, i will tell you when i'm coming back. i'll never, ever be this late again without telling you." you tell him. "promise?" charles leans his cheek on your shoulder so he can look on you, cheeks puffy and face red. "promise." you link your pinky finger with his, and he smiles at you - his dimples showing and the little crinkles around his eyes visible.

you take him to the bedroom, and give him a warm hoodie. he says he's not cold, but you don't buy it. you turn off the big light and turn on the tall lamp next to your bed. charles curls up next to you, his head on your chest and his legs tangled with your own. you're tracing random patterns up and down the arm he has resting on your tummy, running your other hand through his hair. you stay there, like that, all night. you let him relax against you, cool down and feel at ease after the day he's had. he falls asleep on your chest, lazy smile on his face as your breathing calms him down and lulls him to sleep.

(why is this so dramatic omfg)

- 📓

(I had this half finished in my drafts from yesterday so I decided to finish it and answer it first cause after that race… we could all use charles getting comforted)

📓 anon you need to stop making me nearly cry on a Friday night oh my god I adore this. Actually who I am I kidding? Don’t stop. Continue. This is so good.

Poor Charles is so sad as he watches the cars go past, becoming more and more upset as he sees more and more cars that don’t belong to you drive past.

At first he was fine, cause he figured there was just some traffic. But then it was an hour and you still weren’t home?

He doesn’t know what to do!!! He let his little mind turn off the moment he sat down on the balcony, expecting his mommy to be home soon for cuddles and kisses. But then you didn’t come? And you didn’t text him either. The poor thing already had such a bad day, and all he wanted was some cuddles and kisses from mommy.

Has he been bad? He must have been bad. If he was good, then his mommy would have texted. But he’s heard nothing, so he’s been bad. His mommy must have found out how difficult he was to work with today, how he struggled to do his workout, how he had to do multiple takes of the tiktok the social media admin asked him to.

Clearly he doesn’t deserve kisses and cuddles from his mommy, so his mommy isn’t even coming home.

That’s when he starts crying. He can’t go through the whole night alone. He can’t!! He can manage not getting all the attention he usually does, but you must be here!!

He wants to call you so badly and ask where you are, ask if you’re coming home. He wants to say he’s sorry for being a bad boy and that he’ll be better!!! He will!!! He just needs you to come home and then he’ll try so hard to be better.

But he doesn’t call you, because that would annoy you. He can’t be needy now. He doesn’t deserve to be needy. Only good boys get to be needy and ask for their mommy’s attention and he wasn’t good.

He lets his head drop into his hands, crying his little heart out cause he needs his mommy and his mommy isn’t there and it’s all too much for him.

Meanwhile, your car goes past and enters the apartment building while Charles is crying with his head in his hands.

You’re a little confused to not see Charles waiting at your parking, but then you figure that since you came late, he probably went back inside and didn’t wait by the balcony.

So you don’t expect to walk in and see Charles still on the balcony, crying. He doesn’t even hear you arrive. Coming home to your little one crying on the balcony has to be the worst thing to come home to ever.

When you say his name, he shoots up, so shocked to hear his mommy’s voice again. He was so sure you weren’t coming back.

He stands up, mumbling, “mommy?” And then diving into your arms before you can even respond. You catch him of course, holding him tight.

You know what’s happened pretty much instantly. You didn’t tell him you’d be home late and then he spiralled while sitting there waiting for you. You feel so bad. You should have known to text him, should have known your sweet boy would react like this to be left alone.

The worst is how cold he is. The poor thing is practically freezing, which means he’s been frying outside in the cold for a long time.

You whisper apologises the entire time, promising him that you’ll always make sure to text him when you’re late, that you’ll never leave him confused like that again.

He snuggles closer to you, shoulders shaking as he tries to be as close as he can. He just missed you so much!!!

You slip your hand under his shirt, heart aching when his back is cold to the touch. He relaxes a little when he feels your hand against him like that, tears slowing down as he begins to process that he’s in his mommy’s arms. His mommy didn’t leave him!!!

But then… then he realises he didn’t run down to meet your car like he always does? He didn’t carry your bag upstairs and make you a little snack while you shower? You had to come up to the apartment all on your own and you had to carry your own bag and now he’s sobbing in your arms before you even get to get changed out of your work clothes.

He pulls away from you, hiccuping a few times before saying, “sorry mommy… should have should have been there”

You just sigh and kiss his nose, telling him that it’s okay, that you came late and that you understand because he was clearly very upset. You remind him that you’re his mommy and he’s your little one, so it’s your job to take care of him!!

He gives you a little smile then and dives back into your chest, but he’s less upset now.

You hold him for a little longer before directing him to the bedroom.

You want to shower and get changed, but you don’t want to leave charles alone for long enough to do that. So maybe you let him shower with you? You tell him he can wash you, because you know he loves that.

He’s so happy then, still feeling a little upset and definitely very sensitive, but he’s so much happier now that he gets to wash you. He feels so good!! Yes he missed meeting you downstairs and carrying your bag, but now he’s helping you shower!! He’s being good!!

And of course the shower has the added bonus of warming him up, considering how cold he was when you found him.

After that, you decide that both of you need a cup of tea and snack and that you must make it together. He sits on the kitchen counter in just some boxers and an oversized sweater, munching on little bits of apple and peaches and he’s so much happier.

Of course he still gets long cuddles after that, and he gets to hear about your day and sleep in your arms.

#sub!charles #soft soft vibes #angst angst vibes #cl #f!reader #📓

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featherlight-whispers · 1 year

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What living outside of your natural sleep-wake cycle feels like: a (long) DSPD symptom list for writers

Note: This list is based on my experiences as someone who’s been living (almost) constantly outside of my natural sleep hours. For reference, my sleep-wake cycle is from 7.00-8.00 to 16.00-17.00 and I’ve been sleeping from 00.00-01.00 to 05.00-06.00 for the past two years. This isn’t intended to be a diagnosis checklist, just my personal experience as someone with DSPD. This is for authors who want to write characters with this disorder or people who want to know more about this topic. Full detailed list below the cut.

Dry eyes. When I wake up, I feel as if I’ve been staring at a computer screen with the brightness to the max in a dim room for 14 hours. This feeling usually goes away within 2 to 3 hours of waking up. Eye drops help with this.

Alternating bursts of energy and sudden sleepiness. I’ll elaborate more on the sleepiness, but the excessive daytime sleepiness isn’t linear nor consistent. I can be nodding off one hour and being perfectly awake the next.

Sudden sleepiness. I wake up groggy every day, but there are some where I get energy quite soon. However, that doesn’t mean I’m going to be energetic all day long. I usually nod off when I’m doing something passive like writing something down from a board or listening to someone talk for a very long time without being able to make it into a conversation (for example, being in a lecture). I know when I’m going to fall asleep. I’ll start feeling heavier and notice my focus getting worse and worse until I nod off for what feels like a few seconds, wake up for a minute or two and then fall asleep again. It’s a very light sleep, so if I get called my name I usually wake up, and some people can fall asleep sitting up (like me), so the situation goes like this: I’m paying attention in class, and within some minutes of noticing the tiredness get worse I’ll be dozing intermittently, sitting upright. Getting up and walking around can help with preventing the sleep, but as soon as I sit down it happens again. Now, this is a pretty extreme case. It started happening when I was 16 (symptoms worsen during adolescence), but before that it was a tolerable tiredness. The fact that I could lay my head down in class and sleep probably helped too.

Melatonin pills will make everything worse. I’ve had melatonin and natural sleep-inducing herb-based pills prescribed. Neither work. They make you fall asleep fast, yes, but the sleep quality is even worse than usual and I fall asleep during daytime more easily than without them

Shit sleep quality. For as long as I can remember, I have never woken up refreshed and fully rested. Sure, there are days when I wake up fine even if I don’t sleep in my natural hours, but they’re extremely rare. I usually wake up more tired than when I went to sleep the previous night.

You get more awake as the day goes on. In my case, the sudden sleepiness stops abruptly after 18.00, and the closer I get to my bedtime, the more awake I am.

Sometimes you want to take a nap and you can’t. When I wake up later in the day (12.00 and after), sometimes I want to take a nap because I’m still tired at 15.00, but because I don’t have that extreme tiredness of waking up at five/six it can be hard to actually fall asleep, no matter how tired I am.

Less patience and more sensitivity to light and noise. The worse you sleep, the less patience you have. It’s only natural. Now, I’m not sure if the second part is because of my sensory issues, but if you’re going to write a character with DSPD who isn’t autistic/ADHD/doesn’t have sensory issues, you may want to be careful including this, but I have noticed that I’m more sensitive to light and noise when I’ve slept worse than usual, sometimes to the point of headaches and a strong urge to bawl my eyes out.

The amount of time you sleep means absolutely nothing. The reason why I sleep five to six hours is because it’s as good as my sleep will get. If I sleep, say, three hours, my memory and focus would be seriously affected, but I could sleep eight or ten hours and, as long as I wake up when I’m not meant to, I will have the same symptoms. As I’ve said before, it’s also hard to fall asleep early, no matter how tired I am.

Waking up is a nightmare and you have a lot of pent-up frustration. The first part is pretty self-explanatory, but the second one is due to a myriad of reasons: I want to sleep well, why can’t I? Why have I been dealt such a shitty luck? You also want others to understand you, but, besides the dismissive and ableist people, no one truly realizes how exhausting it is to live like this.

You realize how many parts of life are dictated by sleep-wake cycles. People who are/have diurnal lifestyles have things way easier than people with nocturnal lives. Not only is everything closed at the wee hours of the night, besides emergency services, bars and clubs, but socialization is near impossible. All your friends in your time zone are asleep for most of your waking hours, and even people in other time zones go to sleep before you. There are some advantages to this, such as being paid more for doing the same thing as your coworkers during the night shift, but this is not the case always. Some industries do not have night shifts (obviously).

You get a lot of time for yourself. The good part of being awake while everyone else is asleep is that you can do anything (within reason) and the chances of being walked on/being seen are pretty low.

And finally...

You switch to your natural sleep cycle incredibly fast. I can go from waking up at six to going to sleep at eight in two days. It almost feels like getting out of an uncomfortable, stuffy suit and changing into your favorite pyjamas. It’s more comfortable and you feel better all-around.

There’s not a lot of research on DSPD, it’s not diagnosed often and people with this disorder often have other comorbid disorders, such as ADHD. There’s a high number of people with DSPD who have depression as well, but the causal relationship between them isn’t known yet.

I hope this post is of help with your characters and it was informative. My DMs and asks are open, please be nice and don’t even think about giving me “tips” to “improve my sleep” (istg I have heard the term sleep hygiene so many times im sick of it) unless it comes from someone with DSPD.

#DSPS #DSPD #featherlight-screams #long post #like #LONG #writers helping writers #character building #sleep disorder

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jungle-angel · 2 years

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5 and 19!!!! Babies with the crew omg too cute

YAAAAAAAAASSSS MY GOD YAAAAS!!!! Ugh I can't pass this one up, I might have to use OC pairings for this since there's quite a few of the crew (lol)

Mirimar: 1932 hrs

Rooster

Rooster was suddenly and abruptly woken by the sound of crying in the hallway, the rushed sound of small feet following in its wake. Fuck me......he thought. Why's it always gotta be when it's hot.....?

Rooster rubbed the sticky grog from his eyes. Two days home from the mission and all he wanted was some fucking sleep. Bad enough that Rusty had a staff meeting with the other preschool teachers, leaving him home with the boys during one of the worst heatwaves San Diego had seen in years.

Rooster threw on a Hawaiian shirt over his shirtless form, his jeans heavy and sticking to his legs like flypaper as he stumbled into the hall to find Nicky a bawling mess.

"What happened little man?" Rooster asked, picking Nicky up and placing him on his hip.

"Petey hit me!" Nicky wailed.

Now Rooster was really going to get a headache. "Peter Thomas!" he bellowed.

Pete came running from his room barely a split second later, roused by the sound of his father's voice and a sheepish look on his face.

"What'd Mommy and I tell you about hitting your brother?"

"I didn't," Pete insisted.

"Don't lie to me bud," Rooster told him. "I know you. Now tell me the truth."

"Nicky stole my blankie."

Rooster bit his lower lip and tilted his head to the ceiling. Now he had really had enough. "Alright you two," he said. "Get your sandals on."

"Where are we goin Daddy?" Pete asked.

"Don't ask, just get your sandals on."

Rooster did his best to help get the boys feet into their sandals. Whoever said having three-year old twins would be easy, was clearly lying through their teeth.

Phoenix

"Gabriel William Rossington! I said get in bed!"

Gabe went running straight back to his bed, Natasha letting out an exasperated sigh. "Cole I swear this kid is nocturnal," she said.

"Why won't he sleep this time?" Cole asked on the other end of the phone.

"It's hot," Natasha told her husband. "They sent the kids home at nine this morning because of the heat, the ac is on but it's not doing jack shit to cool off in here."

"I'm coming home in two days," Cole told her. "I'll try and fix it when I get back."

"Please," Natasha groaned. "Even if you have to fake getting dysentery."

"I'll do what I can Babe," Cole assured her.

Natasha had been about to say something when she felt Gabe tugging at the leg of her board shorts. One look down at the black haired, brown eyed four-year old and an idea suddenly bloomed in the back of her brain.

"Babe?" Cole asked. "You still there?"

"Yeah," she answered. "Hey listen, I'm gonna let you go. I think I found a solution to the problem."

They both bade each other farewell as Natasha plugged her phone into the wall outlet in the kitchen. "Ok little man," she said. "You wanna go swimming with Mama?"

Gabe made a panting noise, doing his best imitation of Scooter, the family dog. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!!!" he blurted out.

"Go get your shark shirt."

Gabe darted off to his room, leaving his mother alone in the sweltering living room. "Thank you God," she groaned.

Bob

"Repeat that back to me again son......slowly," Joe Floyd said, his voice echoing from the speaker phone on Bob's phone.

"I tried running Auggie a cold bath to cool him down but a pipe burst and left three homes without water," Bob explained. "Mine included."

"You've gotta be shittin' me," Joe said in disbelief.

"And they still haven't gotten it fixed," Bob said as he adjusted three year old August, holding him in the crook of his arm against his hip. "But then again it's Navy housing."

"Hah!" Joe laughed. "Probably hasn't changed since I was a pilot during the Gulf Wars."

A pained cry escaped August's throat, the poor kid's cheeks a deep red and his skin alarmingly hot. "I know buddy, I know," Bob murmured, kissing his son's forehead. He heard Joe laugh a little bit on the other end.

"What?" Bob asked him. "What the hell's so funny?"

"You wouldn't remember," Joe told him. "But about eight months after you were born, I was stationed at Top Gun and we had a heatwave. I remember you howling your head off from how hot it was, so I picked you up out of your crib and went for a swim in the ocean with you."

Bob scrunched his eyebrows together, wondering exactly what his dad was getting at. "Dad are you giving me ideas?" he asked.

"No I'm trying to give you an air conditioner," Joe said sarcastically. "What the fuck do you think I'm trying to give you?"

Bob laughed as another pained cry escaped August's throat along with a cough. "Ok, I'll talk to you another day, Dad," Bob told him. "I gotta go."

"Call me in the morning and let me know how it goes," Joe said before hanging up.

Bob stuck his phone in the key dish on the table next to the sofa. "Alright little man," he said. "You're getting a sea bath tonight."

*********

The roar of the ocean was music to Rooster's ears as the boys followed him down into the sand, the sunset beginning to linger on the horizon. He picked one up in each arm, wading into the water and letting it soak them as they went a bit further towards the rocks. God this spot had alot of the gang's best memories, secret swims, first dates with the significant others, swimming during the wedding receptions.....God, the spot had even been where the kids were conceived.

Rooster clipped their small life jackets onto each of the boys, letting them swim just a bit further than they usually did, even letting them swim in the shallows without the vests. He leaned against one of the rocks, letting his legs float in the water while the boys stuck close by, spreading his arms across the rocks, until he caught sight of a pair of familiar faces.

"Phoenix!" he called out. "The hell you doing down here?"

"Gabey no sleepy," she replied, jokingly. "Make room, I'm coming in."

Gabe and the boys splashed around in the tidal pools while Aunt Natasha joined Rooster in the water. "Well, well," Phoenix remarked as Hangman and the girls sauntered through the sand. "Bagman's brood rides again."

"Ha ha, very funny Ma Bird," Hangman answered before turning his attention to Missy and Molly, the red-headed twin girls. "Alright my wild Indians, go play!!!"

Missy and Molly took off towards the tidepools before Hangman dropped the towels and his shirt close to Rooster's things. "Thank God we're near the ocean," he sighed. "Fuckin pipes still haven't been fixed."

"Oh you to?" Phoenix joked.

"Yeah," Hangman answered. "Baby On Board's got it bad too."

"Oh speak of the devil," chuckled Phoenix.

Down to the shore he came with August who held onto Bob's hand until Bob gave him a nudge to go and join his cousins. "So fucking hoooooootttt!!!" he groaned.

"Then take your shirt off!!!!" the others playfully joked.

Bob smiled and shook his head, pulling his shirt off with one hand, the others howling and laughing as Bob rushed into the water, letting out a long, obscene groan as he sank into the cool ocean. "Oh it feels so good," he sighed.

"Yaaas my friend, yaaas!!" Phoenix laughed. "We were wondering if you'd show up."

"Whatever can get Auggie to go to bed, I'll do it," Bob said lazily.

Soon the others began to arrive in quick succession. Payback looked exhausted, hardly concerned with how frizzy Geneva and Neveah's hair looked or how far ahead they were running to greet their cousins. Coyote wasn't very far behind, carrying Tiago while Carla and Paloma rushed for the other kids while a few steps behind was Fanboy with Isabella, the smallest of the kids, her pitch black hair tied behind her little head in a neat braid.

"Shit man," Payback groaned as he waded into the water with the others. "I love and hate nights like this."

"What happened?" Rooster asked.

"I broke two combs trying to do the girls' hair," Payback explained. "Aasha's gotta work late and the power went out."

A collective "Ew" rang throughout the group. "Well," Rooster said. "At least it's a good night for a swim."

"Now all we need is the Captain," Coyote laughed.

"You spoke too soon!" Hangman said loudly as a grin crawled across his face.

Maverick waved to the rest of the gang as Danny and Thomas barreled towards their cousins. "Didn't think you'd see me after training, did you?!" he greeted.

At last the circle was complete, the entire gang together, the cousins able to play and tire themselves out. As it began to grow dark, the heat still lingered, the kids running in and out of the water while their dads, or in Phoenix's case, mom, taught them to hold their breath underwater. Phoenix took a video of Bob with Auggie in his arms, practically dancing in the water, to send to Moira when she came home later that night. Despite all the heat, all the hell they had been through that day, a night swim was well worth it.

#top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #reuben payback fitch #mickey fanboy garcia #javy coyote machado #top gun au

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