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ohbo-ohno · 7 months

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A small flower that sprays spores you happen to inhale in an attic

From the prompt list thing for Price x Reader? Please?

1k game here - no more please!

yknow im not really a big fan of sex pollen, but i gave it my best shot <3

2k of sex pollen smut with price! usual dubcon stuff because of sex pollen, but you and price are married so you're totally down <3 this is just pwp

"Hey, honey?" You call down the ladder, turning your find over in your hands.

"Yeah?" Price calls back, grunting as he drops a box on the floor below you.

You'd only felt bad for a few moments having him do all the heavy lifting, but you're perfectly content to dig through the contents of the attic. Neither of you had realized quite how full it was when you bought the house, but you'd much rather spend your day digging through old boxes than carrying them in from your moving van.

"Come take a look at this for me!"

You turn the little jar over again, shaking it just a bit and making the little flowers inside shift around the bottom. They're quite pretty - a bright pattern of red and pink, with a bit of black at the center - but you've never seen them before.

"What is it, love?" John asks from over your shoulder. You scooch closer to where he's propped on top of the ladder to the attic, forearms resting against the floor.

"Have you ever seen these before?" You pass the jar off to him, folding your legs beneath you and admiring John's shirtless form. He's a little red in the face, a lot sweaty, and you can't help but think about taking a short break from moving in...

"Hmm..." he turns the jar in his hand, just like you had. "I've never seen them before. Not too surprised, though." He shoots you a grin, offering the jar back. "Never did have much of a green thumb."

You take another peek, then pop the top of the jar open. The flowers are much more vibrant without the grime of the glass covering them, and you tip a few into your palm.

"Look," you say, offering your palm out to John. "They're so pretty!"

He takes a deep breath, leans a little further into the attic. "Not as pretty as you, love."

You roll your eyes, but can't resist the small smile. "That one was bad, even for you."

His grin is cheesy, his whole expression lovesick as he rests his chin on his folded arms. "I only speak the truth, love."

You can't help but giggle, tucking one of the flowers behind his ear. It's one of the only ones with a stem long enough to fit, and it looks quite silly next to his sweaty face and thick beard.

"There," you pat his cheek, shifting away to go back to your boxes. "Now you're as pretty as me."

"Now that will never be true."

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You don't see John again until that evening, when you're in the shower.

He'd spent the day downstairs, moving all your furniture about with his classic rock playing loud. You'd spent the day upstairs, finishing up your work in the attic and getting your bedroom and bathroom ready for the night while trying to drown his music out with the likes of ABBA and Madonna.

You'd brushed by each other a few times - playful dances, a bit of heavy petting over lunch - but had worked through what should have been dinner. As you wash the conditioner from your hair, you decide you should suggest pizza in bed for tonight.

You're humming to yourself when the shower door opens behind you, your husband already naked.

You smile when you get over the slight scare. "Hey, honey. Gonna join me?"

That's when you notice that something is a bit... off. He's naked but for the little flower behind his ear, which makes it easy to see how flushed his entire body is, and how obscenely hard his cock is between his legs.

"Oh," you can't help but blush a bit, turning to face him. "Feeling a little desperate, John?"

You mean it as a tease, but the sound that rips from your husband's throat is nearly broken. He's tearing into the shower before he bothers to answer, shoving you back into the slick tile and pressing every inch of skin he can against yours.

"John!" You gasp, giggling a bit when one of his rough hands jerks your thigh up and around his waist, the hot length of him resting between your folds. "Slow down, sweetheart, there's no rush."

He drops his forehead to yours, and you start to really see for the first time how needy he is. His face is almost tomato red under his whiskers, and his eyes are screwed up tight, almost like he's in pain.

"John?" You ask tentatively, one hand resting on his shoulder and the other cupping his warm cheek. "Are you alright, love?"

He shudders against you, only growing more tense. "Yeah, yeah love. Just... need to be inside of you, need it so fuckin' badly."

There's an edge to his voice you rarely hear, and there's a part of you that sparks in confusion, a bit of concern. But you arch your back for him, hike your leg a bit higher on his hip to truly spread yourself. "It's alright," you reassure, petting his cheek. "I'm always here for you, John, you know that."

He pushes into you too quickly, your body far from prepared to take something the size of him. But the slight pain melts into pleasure quickly as you melt in your husbands arms.

He's rough, rougher than he almost ever is, and you know your back will be bruised come morning. Every thrust in forces a loud gasp from you as you try desperately to breathe around his pace, your breaths syncing with his.

"Ugh," he moans against your neck, head dropping. "You feel... so good, so fucking good, love."

"You feel good too, John," you just barely manage to gasp out, nails digging deep into the muscle of his shoulders. "So- so big."

His moan is carnal, a rumbling sound that you can feel in your toes, and his thrusts somehow gets even rougher. The sound of his thighs slapping against yours is loud in the quiet bathroom, the sound of water dampened where it sprays against his back.

"God, you're like a vice," he hisses. "Tightest cunt, so good for me... perfect for me, just for me."

"Yes, yes," you chant, head resting against the tile. You rarely come from penetration alone, but hearing John's pleasure is enough for you to feel satisfied already. "Just for you, love, promise."

That's what finally pushes him over - he latches onto your neck, sucking a bruise there as he buries himself to the hilt, grinding himself as deep as he can go while moaning into your throat. You feel the spurts of his come inside of you, familiar after all these years together.

You're both panting in the aftermath, caught up in the pleasure.

You only realize he's still hard when he stands up fully, gripping your other thigh and helping you wrap it around his waist so he's fully carrying you.

"John?" You ask, shifting against him and causing you both to moan. "You're still...?"

He groans low in his chest as he carries you out of the room, confidently striding towards the bed. "I know."

"How... did you take something?"

He makes an offended sound, dropping you onto the bed and following you quickly enough after to keep himself inside of you. "Course not. Never needed any help in that department, not with you."

You're flattered, of course, but can't help but feel a little disconcerted by the fact that you can feel his come even though he's completely hard still.

"Alright," you say a moment later, tucking your legs as far up on his sides as they'll go.

He lifts his head just far enough for you to see him cock an eyebrow. "Alright?"

"Let's see how long you last, Captain."

You can feel his cock twitch inside of you, and he swallows your giggle with a kiss. He doesn't even bother to tease you back - to your slight disappointment - and instead begins to work his hips out of you, a slow drag out and a harsh push back in.

You both moan in sync, loud in the silence of your bedroom. You can't help but arch beneath him, trying to open yourself up more. As he starts to hit his stride, your knees tucked over his arms and pushed as high as he can without you pulling something, you feel the way the base of his cock rubs against your clit on every thrust in.

"Jo-John," you gasp, clinging desperately to his shoulders. "That feels so good, so good, love... oh, fuck, honey!"

"Yeah?" He grunts, face pulled tight above you. "Feel good? Gonna come for me, love? C'mon, attagirl, squeeze me tight... fuck, just like that, yes..."

He manages to get off much faster this time, but that doesn't seem to dull the intensity of his orgasm at all. He's still vocal, throwing his head back and letting all of his sounds out for you to hear. You manage to work your hips in just the right way to grind yourself against his flesh, and quickly find your own peak beneath him.

And still, it's not enough. You feel him working himself slowly against you minutes later, when you come down from your high.

You can't help but whine, your pussy oversensitive so soon after your orgasm. John doesn't pull out, though. He leans down enough to pepper kisses over your face, and begins to slowly fuck you again.

"J-John," you weekly protest, channel squeezing tight around him against your own will and drawing moans from both of you. "T-too sensitive, honey, I need a break."

"'m sorry," he pants against you, lips pressed to your cheek and leaving a small trail of spit. "I can't... I can't, love, need you too badly.

"John..."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry..." He sounds almost choked up above you, his voice cracked as he starts to pound into you faster and faster, forcing your legs higher. "I need to fuck you, love. Need to come. Can't... can't go another minute without- fuck, without you."

"You have me," you try, unable to keep yourself from trying to squirm away.

He snarls suddenly, forcing your legs so far back that your knees nearly brush the mattress. "Not yet," he spits, more beast than man above you. "Haven't... haven't given you enough."

You can only keen loudly, spine arching as the aftershocks of pain slowly morph themselves into pleasure.

Every thrust drags against oversensitive nerves, the clap of skin almost deafening. He brushes against your clit with just enough force to keep you on edge, keep you whining and moaning beneath him.

"Close," he pants, battering into you. "Just.. just a little... fuck, so close..."

"Come, John, please!"

Your own begging is what pushes him over the edge, your hole milking him for all that he's worth, even as you remain on edge.

He finally lets your legs fall from his arms, and you lightly shove at him until he falls away from you.

The both of you are panting as you lay side by side, staring up at your ceiling fan.

"Holy shit," you whisper, minutes or hours later. Your nerves feel like they're on fire, buzzing beneath your skin.

"Ditto," John echoes, sounding equally as rattled as you. It's almost impossible not to giggle at your poor husband sounding so shocked at his own stamina, and you roll into him so you can bury your face in his chest.

"What?" He asks, smile audible already. You don't even have to say anything for him to laugh too, your happiness always contagious. Soon enough he's wrapped himself around you, tucking his face safely into your hair and hiding his smile.

You fall asleep just like that, thoughts of pizza in bed long forgotten, and wonder if you can convince John to take whatever it is he must've had again sometime soon.

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55sturn · 3 months

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✮ SNAP OUT OF IT: CHAPTER 0.02

series masterlist!

pairings: college!matt sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis: in which a small argument snowballs into something much larger. tensions grow high only a few hours after re-meeting and some repressed memories are revealed much earlier than anticipated.

warnings: swearing, smoking [weed + cigarettes], cocky!matt, matt not realizing who the reader is, flashbacks.

important things to note: starts out with reader’s pov, then will switch to matt’s pov, followed by switching to third person pov, and then back to reader’s pov.

READER’S POV

“what’s wrong sweetheart?” he hums, a smug grin on his face as i feel his eyes trail up and down my body as his tongue clicks. i scoff, pushing the door open, and making a beeline for the door with a sticky note of my name on it.

“wait how the fuck do you know my name?” i hear him call out from his room which was across the short hallway from mine, causing a sharp pang rush through my chest.

he really doesn’t remember me?

how the fuck can he forget the girl he said was his favourite in middle school? i know i look different from how i did at the end of high school but i didn’t think i looked that different.

i dismiss the thoughts and questions with a scoff, walking back to my doorway as i stare at him, watching as he shifts uncomfortably under my gaze.

“maybe my name will ring a bell.” i spit, ripping the sticky note off my door, shoving it against his chest before leaving the dorm, not bothering to watch his reaction.

as i swiftly begin my way back to jocelyn, i felt my entire body begin to shake with anger. no matter where i was in life, no matter what i was doing, matt found a way to taint those moments and memories, i had thought moving to cambridge would be a break from his ghost constantly haunting every corner of my mind. i thought that once i got out of boston, he would be nothing but a distant and blurry figure in the back of my mind.

but i guess fate had another plan.

jocelyn sits on the hood of her car, talking with someone, more than likely flirting her way into making him do all our heavy lifting, making me snort as i unlocked my car.

“couldn’t last twenty minutes without seeking your next victim?” i tease, watching as she throws her head back laughing, a quick shrug following as she hops off her hood.

“please i will not be hooking up with chris, i was just shocked to see him here.” she hums, causing me to freeze for a moment before turning to face him.

“chris.” i nod, quickly busting myself with a couple bags and a box, trying to steady my hands.

“long time no see y/n, nick and i miss you, ya know.” chris quips, making my shoulders fall as i sigh.

“well if you plan on visiting your brother, you’ll see me a lot more.” i mumble, watching back toward the doors as chris and jocelyn trail behind me, each of them carrying a box of mine.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“it means that the universe hates me and gave me the worst fucking dorm mate in existence!” i chuckle, however i found very little humour in the situation at hand.

“no fucking way.” jocelyn cackles, knowing exactly what i meant as we made our way down the hallways, stopping in front of my dorm.

“welcome to hell! please enjoy the visit!” i huff, my voice laced with dry sarcasm as we enter the dorm, matt leaning against the counter, a half finished cigarette in his hand as jocelyn fails to hide her snort.

“i thought you were joking but you’re actually living with him?”

“unfortunately.” i scoff, walking off to my room, placing bags and box on the bed, before returning to the kitchen.

“jocelyn.” matt nods, a grim look as his face as she stares him down, her arms crossed as her eyes dart around his face.

“matt. you still look like shit.” she quips back, her expression matching his.

“and i heard you’re still a slut, guess some things don’t change.” he laughs, causing her to bite back a laugh.

that was one thing about jocelyn, she would dish it out and take it just as well, she was one to let any and everything roll off her back because she didn’t care what people thought of her. it was the one thing i envied about her, but being so close with her has definitely helped me learn to take things with a grain of salt.

“hey y/n, about earlier, i’m sorry. you just look a lot different from the last time i saw you, it took me a second to recognize you.” matt murmurs, his eyes holding an indescribable expression, i tilt my head and watch him with a blank expression before speaking,

“you act like i give a flying fuck, matt. now make yourself useful and butt that out, we don’t need to get in shit the first night.”

after a while, jocelyn, chris, and i had finally moved everything from our vehicles to the dorm, and jocelyn made herself at home on the couch while i began unpacking.

“hey joce, classes don’t start for a couple more days, do you mind staying and coming shopping for dishes and other important shit tomorrow?” i hum, placing my skincare and makeup bags in the bathroom.

“you know i’m down.”

“try not to catch an infection the first night you’re here.” matt speaks from the kitchen, causing her to roll her eyes.

“hate to break it to you matt but the only infection i’d catch is from you and there’s no fucking way i’m touching you with a ten foot pole.”

“hey man, i’m clean.”

“not what i heard from the chicks you’ve fucked back home.”

“you know, you and chris would be perfect for each other.” matt snorts, rolling a joint on the counter as jocelyn chokes on the water she was drinking.

“why do you say that?”

“you’re both whores who love to sleep around and are scared of mature relationships.”

“like you know anything about maturity, mister “you’re my favourite girl and always will be.” only to go back on your word the day freshman year ended just because some bitch broke your heart.” jocelyn snaps, causing me to drop the the bottle of perfume i held, the sound of it clattering against the ceramic sink snapping jocelyn’s attention back to me.

“jocelyn what the fuck?” i exclaim, watching as her brows creased, an look of remorse covering her features.

MATT’S POV

as soon as the phrase “you’re my favourite girl and always will be.” left jocelyn’s mouth, i felt my ears turn hot and my mouth run dry as clattering echoes from the bathroom.

“jocelyn what the fuck?” y/n exclaims, her voice cracking with hurt as the memory of my eighth grade promise comes rushing back to the both of us.

“you know jocelyn, i’ve never seriously held the fact that you sleep with anyone who looks your way against you, but that comment? that was fucking low, even for you.” i bite, grabbing my keys and wallet from the table, quickly leaving the dorm, making quick strides toward my car.

i couldn’t be around either them as i kept picturing the day i promised y/n she would always be my favourite girl and the day i told her i could never date a fucking loser like her. the images of her eyes full of love followed by images of her eyes welling with tears filled my mind, i needed to get away from those memories, so i grabbed the joint i stuck behind my ear during the fight i had with jocelyn and lit it as i drove around the city.

THIRD PERSON POV [SUMMER BEFORE EIGHTH GRADE]

it was the summer before eighth grade, y/n, jocelyn, and the triplets were all gathered around the triplets’ cape house yard. everyone’s parents had agreed to one big final sleepover before school started in three days. they had all decided they wanted to camp-out in the cape house backyard all in their own shared tents.

matt and chris were sharing, nick and nate were sharing, and y/n and jocelyn were sharing, and that was decided by the parents.

as everyone sat around the fire matt looked at y/n, he smiled, excited to start his last year of middle school with her. they had known of each other since kindergarten but they didn’t became friends until that summer when nick and jocelyn started hanging out more.

“hey y/n/n?”

“yeah matt?”

“you’re my favourite girl and always will be. i don’t really like a lot nick’s friends that girls but you’re really cool.”

“thank you matt, promise i’ll always be your favourite?”

“pinky promise.” he smiled, sticking out his pinky, watching as the girl hooked hers around it, shaking their hands back and forth slightly.

THIRD PERSON POV [FIRST DAY OF FRESHMAN YEAR; AFTER SCHOOL]

y/n bounced on the balls of her feet as she waited outside the triplets door, wanting to hang out with matt and hear about his day, and hopefully confess her crush on him. she hadn’t really heard much from him that much this summer and she missed her friend.

“oh y/n, what are you doing here?”

“just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out.”

“uh sure, come in i guess.” matt sighs, opening the door, letting y/n step through.

a couple hours pass and matt seemed to be in a better mood than he was when she first got there.

“hey matt can i tell you something?” y/n whispers, fidgeting with the bracelet she wore as matt sat up, his back against his headboard as he nods, gesturing for her to continue.

“i like you, like a crush, and people have told me that you might like me too.”

“who said that?”

“jocelyn and nick.”

“well they’re wrong. i could never like a dorky fucking loser like you.” matt spits, rolling his eyes as her jaw drops. she felt tears start to well along her waterline as she stands up, quickly exiting the room, letting matt’s door slam softly, both literally, and metaphorically on their friendship.

READER’S POV [CURRENTLY]

i watch matt leave in a hurry, his brows furrowing in anger as jocelyn stands in the living room in shock, not realizing how far she overstepped.

“i’m sorry y/n, he just infuriates me, especially with the way he acts as if he never knew you at all and that he never did anything wrong, and on top of that, he acts like pretentious jackass that’s better than everyone.” jocelyn pleads, her frustration over everything that’s happened with matt pouring into every word.

“it’s alright, joce.” i sigh, already dreading the moment he comes back. if there was one thing that was i count on when it came to matt, it was the fact that he would hold a grudge, he would hold onto fights with an iron fist grip. if he was mad at you, he would make sure you knew for days on end until he was over it.

and i knew that the moment he came back, he’d direct his anger at me.

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fadingdaggerr · 1 year

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Hey can I request a melissa schemmenti x femreader based on season two episode 1.where maybe the reader is rlly stressed out and maybe she can’t park bc Ava is using her parking spot to celebrate the eagles game and maybe mr Johnson comes into to tell the reader her is getting toed away so her,Melissa and the other teachers run outside and maybe the reader is getting angry and shouting at the man,melissa is begging her to calm down.and then she does what Janine did in the actual episode and she gets in the car and try’s to drive off and everyone is telling her to stop and Melissa try’s to get her out the car and out of rage she kicks the car and hurts her foot and then maybe the reader storms back into the school and melissa goes to find her when the school day is over and the reader has a panic attack and Melissa comforts her. Tysm ❤️

delphinium blooms

pairing: melissa schemmenti x gn!reader

summary: request above! i made little changes, mostly just so i wasn’t just rewriting janine’s scene but with r and mel but i hope you still like it :)

warnings: hurt/comfort, r has a morning of unfortunate events, r is kinda mean (to a man so it’s fine), stress/anxiety crying

note: i rewrote so much of this because i kept thinking of things and creating nonsense lmao but i had a lot of fun writing

development week has always been the calm before the storm. you had everything planned already: each month’s separate decor to keep a lively room, the giant drawing paper for the wall so students could doodle during free time (and you could proudly display their art), and even the seating chart was done. everything was perfect and in order, everything just needed to be set up.

but sometimes the storm comes before the calm, or the calm packs its things and jumps out of the moving car.

the coffee maker in your apartment died on you, only about half a cup of watery coffee in the bottom of the pot. you didn’t have the money, nor the time, to stop that the cafe one block over. rent’s more important, we can get coffee at work, you tell yourself. you soon found that it was nearly unbearable to eat breakfast without your coffee and splash of oat milk creamer. coffee and maybe breakfast at work, i guess.

at nine in the morning, there is a full-on barbecue in the parking lot of abbott elementary. janine’s parking spot was a grill station. your spot, which was two down from janine’s, was currently being used as a blow-up pool splash zone. you roll down your window when you see ava close by.

“ava! what the hell is this?” you yelled out your window.

“it’s a development day party!” the principal responded with a big, happy grin.

you sighed, “your party’s in my parking spot.”

“pay valet or park somewhere else, i have a party to host,” she waves you off as she turns to talk to whoever approached her. after a, give-or-take, nine hundred point turn, you parked your car on the street. you prayed to the meter-maid goddesses that you’d have time to move it before someone came and ticketed you.

you pulled box after box out of the backseat, stacking them in your arms, creating the leaning tower of heavy-as-shit. as you slowly walk towards the fourth grade classrooms, you top few boxes get lifted away, easing the load significantly. you look to see who it was, expecting gregory, but instead you’re met with jade green eyes and fiery hair.

“trynna show off carrying all these?” she says with a laugh.

you laugh with her, “oh, of course. how else am i going to impress the ladies?” melissa snorts a laugh at this, opening the door to your classroom and letting you in ahead of her.

“and who are these ladies?” she jests.

you look at her, taking in the smirk on her face before answering, “we both know it’s just the one.”

she helps you spread out the boxes and get everything open before asking, “ready to head to the opening meeting?”

“you mean the ava show?”

she laughs, “yeah, come on.”

—

you half-listen to ava’s little speech and flirts to gregory, your eyes trained on melissa’s rings instead of ava’s vacation photos. you only perked your head up when janine mentioned donuts at her little mixer.

“and why would i wanna go to that?” melissa answered janine, barbara nodding in agreement beside her.

“you said donuts?” you ask janine, she nods eagerly, “then count me in teagues, but if there’s no strawberry frosted i’m leaving.”

there was no strawberry frosted. you dropped into a seat next to melissa, who was happily eating a chocolate frosted donut. she sees your pout and offers you a bite, which you accept with a smile. she wiped a blue sprinkle that managed to land on your cheek, the action is enough to make you smile a bit, warmth spreading through your cheeks.

just when you think the worst part of the morning is over, the tried and true mr. johnson walks into the library.

“anyone drive a beat up sedan?” all the hands in the room rise up. “who drives a silver one?” less hands, but still a good amount. “one with a sticker that says ‘if you see this, thank a teacher’ on the bumper?”

janine pipes up, “oh that’s mine!”

“you’re getting boot on your car, young lady,” he answers, and janine immediately is running out with jacob, gregory, and barbara behind her.

“oh and anyone got a green sedan? little cat bobble head on the dash?” mr. johnson speaks up.

melissa turns to look at you before you say, “don’t tell me it’s being booted.”

“course not,” you sigh in minor relief, “you’re about to get towed.”

you’re immediately running out to your car, melissa hot on your trail. you get outside to see a boot placed on janine’s car and the tow guy is rigging your car to the truck.

“aye, back off the car! what are you doing?” you yell, getting close to the tow operator, eric.

“no parking zone, can you read? it’s for the buses. we’re pulling ya,” he says as he continues his work. you groan in anger, walking closer to the car where he had already hooked it up.

“what fucking buses? school hasn’t started yet,” you counter.

“it’s still a bus zone, and you’re still getting towed,” eric says.

before you start throwing hands with the guy, melissa steps in, “how much to not tow the car?”

he laughs, “you can get it back at the lot, should be two hundred. might be three for wasting my time. you’re not getting it back now, it’s parked illegally.”

you see red when he mentions raising the cost, you couldn’t even afford the original one, “wasting your time? your time?! i’m supposed to be in that building making lesson plans for children who will be here next week, and i’m wasting your time?”

“yeah, you are. now move your ass or i’ll move you,” the man answers angrily.

you bravely taunt him, “try then.”

“sweetheart…” melissa tries to reach for your arm, but you step just out of reach.

barbara and gregory say your name at the same time, both of their tones advising caution. melissa is stuck between wanting to help and letting you just handle it. she wearily watches as you squat down and start undoing clasps and hooks, taking the chains off the car. you’re movements are fast, getting two wheels free from the rigs.

“hey! you can’t be touching that!” eric yells once he hears the disconnect. he stomps over to you and grabs your arm, harshly yanking you away from the car with a tight grip. “stupid little shit,” he mutters.

“touch me again and i’ll break your fingers,” you threaten, and by the look on your face, melissa knows you’re serious. now is when she has to step in, she knows that much.

“twenty bucks says our scrappy-doo over here wins!” ava yells over, holding her phone up, ready to record if you followed through.

“not helping ava!” barbara and melissa shout at the same time.

melissa moves to gently wrap her arms around you from behind, pulling you away from your car and away from the tow guy. when you try to pull away, she tightens her hold, muttering to you to calm down and slow your breathing. you’re irritated, and melissa can feel you shaking against her. she knows you’re using your anger to coverup how much you want to cry.

once the car is all set, the man speaks to melissa only, “here’s the address of where to pick it up. and thanks for keeping your dog,” he pointedly looks at you, “on its leash.”

once he drives off with your car, melissa releases you slowly. your chest rises and drops with every unsteady breath, and you groan loudly. immediately, and without much thought, you repeatedly kick the stone wall around the entrance, even when pain strikes after the first one.

“sweetheart. baby, stop…” melissa grabs you again, “you’re going to hurt yourself.” barbara ushers away everyone else, giving the the redhead space to calm you.

it took a few moments for your breathing to slow, but when it stuttered, melissa turned you in her arms and hugged you tightly. your face instinctively tucked itself away in the junction of her neck and shoulder, your arms firm around her waist. you could feel her arm around your shoulders, the other rubbing soothing circles on your back and she swayed from side to side, in hopes the motion would help you focus your breathing.

“baby?” melissa asks with a hushed tone.

you pull away from her to sniffle but tuck back into her skin before answering, “i can’t afford a cup of coffee. i can’t afford a new coffee maker. i haven’t eaten since we had dinner last night. and this half-wit just stole my car and put it up for ransom, because there was a pool in my parking spot.”

the accumulation of everything from today being said aloud made fresh tears fall from your eyes. melissa held you tighter, whispering soothing words to you even if they fell on deaf ears. after you’ve calmed down again, she coaxes you back so you can see your face. her hands hold your face delicately, thumbs stroking away left behind tears.

“i will hand deliver you coffee every morning until you find a new coffee maker,” she says making you huff through your nose, “and i’ll buy you lunch, maybe make you dinner too, if you want,” she sees you perk up at the offer, “and i’ll stab a hole in the pool.” you laugh for real this time, making melissa smile. these days, she found that making you laugh was her favorite thing to do.

“what abo-” you start, but melissa cuts you off.

“oh, you’re not paying a dime,” you go to tell her not to pay it, but she’s ahead of you. “and neither am i, trust me. i could pull a uncle carlo and get them to give me three hundred bucks, for my time.”

you shake your head, “you bringing the bat or just that cute face?”

melissa cheeks grew rosy at your words, “you were crying five minutes ago and now you’re flirting?” you nod, biting your lip, but still waiting for an answer. she gives in, “the bat will be stay in the car unless they really deserve it. scout’s honor.”

you laugh and press a kiss to her cheek, mumbling against her skin, “thank you.”

she turns her face, pressing her forehead against yours with her eyes closed. she leans in and presses a sound, loving kiss to your lips, then your cheek, then the other, a final one placed on your forehead. she holds your face once more, “you needed me, and i was there. you don’t have to thank me, i love you. it’s what i’m supposed to do.”

you kiss her again, very quickly, then say, “i love you, too.”

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after she bought you lunch, she didn’t drive you straight back to abbott. no, melissa was parked in front of market street towing company. she wordlessly got out of the car, but motioned for you to stay when you went to undo your seatbelt. you just watched her walk away nervously until she disappeared inside.

two songs and one radio ad later, you see your car pulling out of the fenced lot, melissa behind the wheel. you jumped out of the car as she got out of yours, grabbing her tightly.

“oh my god, thank you, thank you, thank you,” you say excitedly, only hearing her laugh a bit.

“no one was harmed, except maybe a couple egos,” she says before pulling back to drop your keys in your hands. “we still on for dinner?”

you grab her chin between your forefinger and thumb, bringing her lips to yours in a slow kiss. when you pull away, you revel in her stunned look, and it’s just too tempting to kiss her again, but she beats you to do. she breaks the kiss for air, and you speak quietly in the small space between you, “dessert, too.”

i hope u like this anon and i hope i did ur vision justice <3 feedback appreciated as always

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #lisa ann walter #abbott elementary

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captainjacklyn · 1 year

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- "I want to go home- !"

They defeated Malleus...but at what cost ?

A/N : Sebek, Yuu, Silver, Ortho and Lilia managed to save Malleus from his overblot but this caused consecutive damage to, not only the school, but several students were injured. Ramshackle dorm and the Diasomnia dorm were no more..as well as the gateway to home for Yuu, what more could they all lose ?

Warning/s : heavy angst, no comfort, death, blood, lethal injuries, Yuu does not have any appearance since they are simply you, they/them pronouns for the prefect, some characters are probably OOC (Mostly based off of Neteyam's death from avatar)

Silence..and the crackling sound of fire, eating away the ruins of what remained of the Diasomnia dorms. Everything was in shambles..students were unconscious, many of them appeared to be hurt, and luckily..the teachers were able to awake first and quickly come to aid the young scholars.

For once, Crowley was doing something. He helped carry the students to safety and Crewel used most of his magic to try and heal their wounds. Malleus had put his mind to rest and so he laid down on the ground, unmoving. He was alive, but many people weren't going to be pleased when he'll wake up. Yuu looked down at his figure, a disapproving frown on their face, their body and face was scratched. The uniform lent to them was completely unusable with how dirty and marred it became. Unbothered, they turned their attention to the teachers instead. Yuu approached them and knelt down next to the sleeping raccoon.

"Will Grim be alright ?"

Grim, despite being shielded by his henchman at the last moment, had still received some pretty bad blows. Crewel was using his magic to try and stabilize his body, "He should be fine but..You will have to bring him to an actual medical specialist later on." his voice was firm and concentrated, healing magic wasn't something as easy as lifting a box. It required a lot of practice and strength which was why he immediately separated himself from Grim once he was done to take care of the other undergraduates.

Yuu crouched down next to their companion and gently patted his head. "You did well Grim...You are already an amazing magician.."

"cough ! cough !" the sound of coughing interrupted the eery silence a little far off. Sebek was slowly getting himself off the ground, memories of the events came rushing back in once he opened his eyes. However, a sharp pain on his head made him wince and he pressed a hand on the injury. A small trickle of blood went down his face and Sebek tried to make the pain die down by gritting his teeth. His uniform, similarly to Yuu's, was torn wherever he received attacks from his dorm leader. The idea alone had him furrowing his eyebrows in self resentment, he went against the one fae he swore his loyalty to...but he had no choice..if he wanted to bring the old Malleus back..he had to fight.

Sebek grunted as he pushed himself up, his hand still pressed against the cut on his forehead. He began to move across the mountains of debris laying across the area. Sebek looked around for a sign of life, he then heard someone's voice and rushed straight to the source. Only to find the old fae trying to get up despite the heavy gash on his stomach. Blood. it wasn't out of the ordinary for the veteran, he handled things like this before. But..If only his body wasn't as weak as it was now.

"Master Lilia !" Sebek called out to him and Lilia turned his head around as he got on his feet. "Sebek ! Thank goodness you're safe- where are the others ?! Where is Silver and Malleus ?!" he took a hold of his shoulders as he desperately tried to receive confirmation of everyone's else's current status. He was worried, not for himself but for his son and the Prince of briar valley. Although he wished to take care of his master first, Sebek quickly understood that he needed to find the others. Lilia was an adult and capable of handling himself on his own. The green haired male returned the gesture by placing a hand on his shoulder. "I will search for them, please get to safety."

Sebek gave him a reassuring nod before pulling away and leaving Lilia to find his friends. The first year looked everywhere, calling out to his comrades and pushing away rubble to hopefully find a trace of Silver and his Lord. On the way, he stopped to help out a couple of injured students by bringing them to the teachers when Vargas found them. "Place them here my boy, you did great." he lowered the students on the floor like his teacher asked and instantaneously turned around when he heard Yuu call out to him. "Sebek !" they rushed towards him as he got up to face them, "Human ! Where is Silver ? Have you seen wakasama ?!" at the mention of his name, Yuu's face dropped and they shot a glance at Malleus who was laying on the ground "Draconia is fine, he's breathing and he's barely hurt..I don't know where silver is though...We'll go find him together, so let's split up to cover more ground !"

Sebek was cut off guard by the sudden change in tone but he didn't pry any further, "Agreed, please give me a signal if you see him." he answered, "I will." They gave him one last look before running off to find the others. He ran off as well, not hearing Trein yelling at him to come back as he bolted across the ruins.

it wasn't long before Sebek spotted two figures standing, people from the Scarabia dorm. Precisely the vice dorm leader and the house warden. They were both trying the push a boulder away, Kalim's left arm looked badly broken and Jamil was trying to lift the heavy rock off of something. Silver ! the white haired boy was the first one to notice the diasomnia student racing towards them. "SEBEK ! OVER HERE !" he didn't need to be told twice as he rapidly advanced next to the pair. Silver was still alive and conscious as he weakly opened his eyes, "Sebek..?" Jamil increased his efforts to their limit as he tried to lift the block, "Don't worry Silver ! We're getting you out of here !" Kalim exclaimed trying to reassure his classmate, he pressed his body against the pillar in a desperate attempt the save him. Sebek jumped in to help as they all pushed against the giant block, Silver used the little strength that was left to lift it until they finally managed to get it off.

"Silver ! Silver are you alright ?!" Kalim turned him over on his back, Silver hissed in pain and grit his teeth, grasping a huge wound which was bleeding excessively. Kalim and Jamil's expression morphed into horror as they saw the state he was in, he needed medical attention now !

Sebek quickly used the rest of his strength to carry him, placing his arm over his shoulders and hoisting him up. Kalim snapped out from the shock and lent a hand to support his weight, Silver coughed out blood as he groaned, trying to speak. "Ah shit..it hurts.." Jamil also tried to aid the others as much as he could by placing a hand on his back, "Don't worry Silver we got you- ! Just hang on !" They all started to walk as fast as they could, it wasn't long before Silver began to hyperventilate and cough out more blood.

Lilia appeared a little far off, he was most likely in search of his son as he looked around and spotted the four of them. "Master Lilia ! Silver-" Sebek cried out as his friend wheezed and coughed, there was blood everywhere. Lilia ran up to them, jumping over piles of bricks, "Oh no..!" he was panicking as he realized the state his son was in. "Lilia please save him !" Kalim begged the moment he felt Silver go limp against him, Lilia immediately jumped into action as he regained his composure. "Watch his head ! Lay him down on the ground- We can still try to close his injuries !"

they all did as he said, gently placing him on the floor and crouching down next to him, Silver tried to stay awake as much as he could but he was getting really tired. "Stay awake Silver, we got you !" Sebek tried to comfort him despite being in a panic himself. Lilia looked at his cuts to try and close them but when he turned him on the side he saw an exit wound, all the colors on his face faded away when he knew there was nothing that could be done unless Malleus were to regain his senses and heal him.

"Put pressure ! Put pressure on it !" in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, he ordered everyone else to try cover it by pushing against the open tear on his chest. Silver was panting, every cell in his body was screaming agony, he wanted to go to sleep, he wanted to rest but he did his best to stay awake as he looked at Lilia. "Dad-!" Lilia looked back at him, trying to smile to put him at ease, his eyes filled with tears "It's okay, Silver, I'm right here ! I'm right here..."

The boy tried to return the smile but he only coughed out more blood, while it happened, Yuu arrived at the scene. Their relieved smile disappearing once they saw Silver, Yuu ran towards him. "No no no no-!" They dropped down on his side and grabbed his hand against their chest, Yuu couldn't speak, they were speechless and unsure of what to do, their mouth opened and closed again trying to make out words. Anxiety taking over their features, Their grip around his hand tightened when they felt him do the same.

Lilia cupped his son's face, he was still trying to ease Silver and fighting back tears..this couldn't be happening- Not now- Not like this. Jamil looked just as lost as Yuu, he didn't know what to do, Kalim was his first priority as his servant but he couldn't just walk away when a student was dying in front of him. "I'll go find the teachers !" trying to keep calm, he left to find the tutors. Kalim couldn't hold back his sobs, he tried to keep them silent but he was so scared for his comrade.

It wasn't long before Silver himself started to cry, "I want to go home- !" every breath was hurting, the blood trickled down the side of his mouth. "H-Hang on, we're going..We're going home." Lilia's voice cracked halfway through, he was losing the child he raised for years, he was supposed to die before Silver- not the other way around.."It's okay, it's okay.." he was saying this to him but another part of him was trying to comfort himself from the idea of losing his kid. They could only watch as Silver opened his mouth again.

"Dad I-..." Silver tried to speak but stopped, the life in his eyes faded as he exhaled his final breath..

"..Silver..?" Yuu raised their head to face him the moment they felt his hand go limp. Sebek shook his head, this can't be happening.."No- no no no...SILVER ! WAKE UP ! SILVER !" Lilia screamed out, shaking him as he hugged Silver's head against his in sorrow, "DON'T TAKE MY SON ! NOT NOW ! DON'T TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME PLEASE !"

He continued to sob, screaming for Silver to wake up while holding him against his body. Kalim clasped a hand over his mouth as he looked away, he couldn't face it, he just couldn't.

Yuu didn't want to believe it, they tried pushing his shoulder to get him to wake up, anything but this ! They shrieked in anguish, Yuu folded over themselves as they held his hand against their heart. It took all of Kalim's courage to embrace them, he tried to stay strong, hugging them from the back. "..It's okay...shhh..it's okay.." he whispered to the prefect to calm them down but it was no use as he was unable to hold back his own tears, "NOOOOOOO ! THEY CAN'T DO THIS TO HIM ! THEY CAN'T !" ..At this point they were despairing, Grim was hurt, their only passage home was gone, and now their friend died in front of them, they couldn't take anymore of it.

Sebek looked down at his bloodied hands, he was trembling, hearing Lilia and Yuu cry out made him lose his composure as he sobbed his heart out. He lost his brother in arm, he lost him forever..Silver wasn't going to wake up this time.

Malleus groggily opened his eyes, he sat up as a terrible head ache got to his head. "what happened..." "MALLEUS DRACONIA !" a loud voice pierced his ears, he looked up at the headmaster who previously yelled at him. "YOU HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO YOUNG MAN ! THE DIASOMNIA DORMS ARE DESTROYED, THE ENTIRE ISLAND IS ASLEEP AND YOU INJURED MILLIONS OF STUDENTS ! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE !?" Crowley yelled out, scolding him for the chaos he spread around the island. Malleus' thoughts were too clouded for him to notice the intensive glares being shot at him from the other students, Leona was especially pissed.

He closed his eyes trying to recall the events before he fell unconscious, only then was he interrupted by Jamil, "HEADMASTER !" the brown haired male ran towards the adults, shouting, "PLEASE HELP ! SILVER IS HEAVILY INJURED ALONG WITH KALIM AND LILIA !" Crowley's eyes widened as he looked back at Malleus, "I'll speak with you later." but Jamil moved in front of him as he retorted, "No- we need him as well ! The wounds are really bad- we need to get there or else he'll die !" at the mention of death, Malleus instantly cleared his mind, "Where is he ?! Where is Yuu and the Others ?!" Jamil grimaced before putting his priorities in check, "come with me now !"

They ran after Jamil and a little later on, they arrived at the area. Jamil became confused as he approached the group, Yuu was still crying, Lilia was holding onto Silver but his eyes were red and his face looked numb from all the pain in his gash. Sebek was on his knees, his hands still covered in dry blood, he simply stood there as Crowley and Malleus arrived. It was only when Kalim ran to his friend in tears that he understood what had happened, he was too late.

"Yuu !" Malleus rapidly knelt down next to them as they wailed out loudly, still holding on to Silver's hand. His eyes followed his arm as he made eye contact with Lilia who only looked at him, his gaze was numb. Lamenting his son, he held him closer to his chest, breaking eye contact with Malleus to close his eyes and press his chin on Silver's head. The dragon fae's expression contorted into desolation once he realized what he had done, tears began to pool in his eyes.

"...get away.." Malleus looked at Yuu, "W-wha-" he was confused wether he heard them correctly, "I SAID GET AWAY !" they lashed out, slapping his hand of their back as they stood up. "GET AWAY FROM HERE !" Yuu pushed against Malleus and Sebek instinctively grabbed a hold of them, "NEVER COME BACK !" their eyes only expressing hatred as they turned around and dropped down on their knees with a broken sob. Sebek glanced at Malleus before frowning and turning his back to him.

Malleus was paralyzed from shock, so many questions swirled endlessly in his head, his ears went slightly down and, despite the fact that he was still recovering from his overblot. His emotions summoned snow to come down from the sky, Lilia didn't look up, he continued to hold Silver in his arms. Yuu wept as they pressed Silver's arm against them, tears continuing to fall down from their eyes..

Haha, cry.

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emsgwenstan · 8 months

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Papers and ink

Larissa Weems x student reader (platonic)

Warnings: mentions of sh, blood, traumatic experiences?

Words: about 4K.

Idk what this is just came out, it is a lil bit heavy but very quick, a lot more details could have been said but I’ll leave that to ur imagination. I used ‘mum’ instead of ‘mom’ because one I’m Australian and two Larissa is English so… enjoy xx

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Sitting on your bed with your so called diary; the one you criticised other’s for having because it’s such a cliche for a teenage girl to have, you drew on todays page, no words wanting to form from your brain to paper. Your doodling was interrupted by a knock at the door, if it were your roommate she wouldn’t have knocked.

“Principal Weems.” You said, moving the book and pens to the side and asking her to sit. “Afternoon y/n, how are you darling?” She asked, tilting her head down trying to catch your gaze. “Well, I suppose, and you?” You wondered, meeting her gaze with a superficial smile, one that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “I’m fine, I wanted to check up on you.” She pressed. “Yes, a welfare check up on the poor depressed, sick, burden of a student, right?” You sighed, feeling a little guilty at your backhandedness. “That’s not funny y/n, I’m serious I need to know how you are, not as a care provider or principal, but as me, I need you to talk and confide your trust in me, you can’t shut down again, not after what happened last time.”

You dropped the sarcasm and caught onto her tone. Larissa was referring to a couple of months ago when she asked for students help with carrying some things to a classroom, but in the midst of moving a box, your jumper sleeve rode up and she saw the markings embellished in your skin, and the slivers of blood seeping through the material. Since than she makes it a routine thing to check on you every four days, as annoying as it is, you understand her worry and have come to enjoy her company.

“I’m fine, honestly.” You spoke through your teeth, pleading to what ever she would just leave it alone, you weren’t that lucky. “Show me.” She said. “What?” You were shocked, knowing exactly what the principal is talking about. “Your arms, I will believe you if you show me.” She calmly asked. “No.” You said avoiding her. “Than you are in fact not fine, sweetheart.” She said placing a hand on you knee.

After a while of silence you decide to lift off your hoodie all together, Larissa didn’t move a muscle, instead just waiting for where your going with this. You outstretched your arm and lay your palm face up in her lap. Larissa’s gaze went from the floor to your skin, blinking slowly almost as if it were painful to do so she was met with the familiar red raw lines that stared back at her in torment.

“When was the last time?” She asked, placing her fingertips round the raised wounds. “Night before last…. I’m sorry.” You whispered. “Don’t apologise, I understand. I cannot stop you but it’s disappointing darling, not that I’m disappointed in you, just how you have fallen to having the need to harm yourself.” Larissa’s voice broke and her eyes glazed over. “I’m still sorry though, I… I don’t want to hurt you.” You said with furrowed brows and a heavy bottom lip. “You aren’t y/n. I just wish I could take all of you pain away from you, but I will spend as long as it takes to make you feel better ok?” She curled her hand in yours and used the other to cup your cheek showing her sincerity.

You could see the internal debate with herself displayed on her face before she spoke. “I’d like to share something with you.” Larissa said stroking your cheekbone. “Ok…” You breathed. “when I was your age I shared the same illness, I was in a downward spiral for a very long time. I used to be someone that did everything for everyone and didn’t get a single thing in return, I had crushes and had enough courage to tell them and I was humiliated every time I was turned down. I tried my best in every aspect, academically and socially, every bit of my life and it never seemed to be enough, all parts just crumbled, at least that’s how it felt.” Her face contorted as she reminisced her dark past.

You placed your free hand on top of your already intertwined ones, trying to show your interest and support wanting her to continue. “So… I turned to harming myself.” Her words twisted in your stomach feeling the sense of dread set in, releasing how she must feel about you. Larissa readjusted the way she was sitting, removing her hand from your face to the hem of her dress, also revoking your grasp on her hand to shimmy up the fabric until it bunched around her hips and the tops of her thighs were displayed.

Your eyes widen at the sight of the faded lacerations that adorned her legs. Your mouth fell open as your gaze switched between the principles eyes and her legs. As if you couldn’t control your actions, fingers went curiously towards her scars, but snapping back to reality you slowed. “May I… can-“ you stuttered not exactly sure of what you want yourself. Larissa however, knew what you wanted, she hooked her fingers under yours and brought them to her old wounds.

The feeling of her healed but raised flesh was bewildering, tracing every line with astonishment, curiosity and admiration you didn’t know how to comprehend words. “It’s been a very long time, 26 years actually, but I won’t lie to you… I do have thoughts of doing it again, but I don’t because I have young ones like you I have to set an example for, but also because I don’t really need to either.” She admitted.

“So… how did you get better?” Your small voice hoping for a easy remedy. “I-.” She started before you cut her off by quickly searching your bed. Grabbing a pen you told her to continue. Regaining where she was up to with your question she began to speak again. “I had to let my self feel bad and try to help myself, find healthy coping mechanisms and get out more, socialise and do the things I enjoy instead of putting them off, anything to keep the voice in my head at bay, after a while it got easier, less feeling the need to hurt myself, more moving forward from the dark and into the lighter parts of life.”

You open the pen and with out asking started to draw little stars over her scars, Larissa knows you function and concentrate best whilst using your hands. “What made you do it in the first place? If that’s ok, you don’t need to answer.” You paused to look deep into her eyes showing your interest and wanting her to know your care. Larissa hesitated before speaking, it’s only now she comes to realise herself that this is the first time she’s ever told anyone about her history.

“It was a few days after the 1991 rave’n, my best friend was my roommate and also happened to be my first serious crush, I hadn’t mentioned I was interested in woman, partly due to the times, but because I thought I hinted it enough that she’d know, we told each other everything and were more like sisters than friends, so a couple of weeks before the night of the dance we were talking and I tried to ask her If she’d like to go with me, but she somehow assumed I wanted to go with the boy she liked. The whole situation spiraled out of control and I couldn’t find the strength to admit to her she was the one I wanted, things after that were strained to say the least, she switched rooms and hardly spoke to me, my parents at the time were quite forceful and invasive so I couldn’t turn to anyone, no family and no friends.” She took a long deep breath once she had finished her confession.

“I’m so sorry principal Weems, that must have been really tough, although I’ve had similar experiences to.” You said avoiding her gaze. “Would you like to talk to me about it?” Larissa questioned, hoping that her confession might have been an icebreaker too breech your own conflicts.

“A couple of months ago I finally admitted to myself that I liked girls… I mean i still like boys to but, I don’t know I just feel like because it’s such a common thing now, I don’t want to seem like I’m only saying it to fit in or try to be apart of something if that makes sense. I also understand the parents thing, probably more than most people you will meet, I’m a child of a divorced marriage as your aware and I’ve been manipulated and shaped since a young age, coming here is the only stability I have, I’m just grateful that I don’t have to go back and fourth between families and homes anymore, but also at the same time I feel more lonely than ever.” You spoke unabashedly, laying it out for her to understand, Larissa is your mother figure witch makes you feel safe enough to talk bout things you would dare tell anyone else, but because she’s not biologically a parent it gives you the notion that Larissa has no obligation to treat you like a small child but a daughter she’s never had.

Larissa stored the information amidst her heart as you spoke. “Have you told anyone else?” She asked. “No. Only one girl I had a crush on, but she turned me down and we haven’t spoken since.” You said with tears welling in your eyes, remembering the feelings attached to the time. Larissa was so touched at your openness to her she began to cry. “Oh sweetheart.” She tutted. “So am I the first person you’ve opened up to about this?” She asked shakily. You nodded in response. Larissa’s flood gates opened as she embraced you in the tightest hold of your life.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.” You said in a delicate tone, sincerely sorry for making her emotional. “No darling girl, I just- I love you so much and I know that may be somewhat inappropriate, but it’s the truth.” Larissa spoke into your hair while stroking it. “You know, Your exactly the kind of mother I’ve always wanted.” You whispered. Larissa drew back and let out a watery chuckle as she tucked strands of hair behind your ears. “Than I shall do my best to be that person for you sweetheart.” You smiled and wrapped your arms back around her torso and buried your head in her chest.

A little while later, Larissa was still by your side, but propped up on her elbow with her shoeless feet tucked behind her laying on the bed listening to you explain some of you favourite things and how connected you are with art, she adores how passionate you are and how you find the underlying meaning behind the most simple of things like music, poetry, books and paintings. Larissa finds herself realising how similar you are to her and will never have a problem finding a topic to discuss.

Hours went by and she left before your roommate came home, telling you to have a wonderful rest of your night and she will catch up with you tomorrow before kissing your forehead and murmuring sweet dreams. You felt full of happiness after your heavy afternoon, you couldn’t help but decide to find every sharp thing you own and wander down to the large bins that were placed at the back of the academy, the second the things were disposed you took a deep breath and watched the sunset, knowing that you will never mark yourself again, a turning point, a new beginning you owe it to yourself and to Larissa.

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Two months had passed and it was spring break, being back at your houses with your family’s was exhausting, already after only three days things started to fall back into pattern with them, however you decided that this was it. No more suffering to survive in a place that should be a haven. No more pleasing the unpleaseable. You have a voice and used it, the world did feel like it was coming to and end but it was only the beginning of a next chapter.

Collecting your belongings that you really wanted, you packed and said goodbye for the last time, no hug no forced physical affection, nothing. Both of your parents were to offended to care about your decision, leaving you with no respect for the pair whatsoever. Nevermore was your home, and Larissa was your mother. With the last bit of money you had left, a one way ticket to the academy was bought, with a pit stop on the way.

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Arriving back at the empty school, your excitement mimicked the first time you drove through the iron gates two years ago, except now you know where you are and that this is the place you belong.

Making your way up the steps with three suitcases was a difficult task but with the determination of discarding them in your room and finding Larissa was all it took to power through the maze of stone.

The principal gave you her phone number not to long after your heart to heart conversation so you bring up her contact on you phone and called her whilst walking to her office. You knew she would be here she told you that and you’ve come to know she keeps her word in every aspect. The second it starts dialling, butterflies erupted in your stomach. ‘I’m coming’ you thought releasing your breath in a chance to settle the nerves.

“Hello darling, are you ok?” She picked up. “Hey, yeah I am, I was just wondering how you are?” You wondered grinning to yourself as you were approaching the stairs to her office. “I’m ok, I do miss you though, how are you holding up?” She sighed. “I will be very well soon.” You said. “Oh? Why’s that?” She asked. You knocked on her door hearing it both from your perspective and on the line. “Just a second, that’s odd someone’s here.” Larissa paced to the door and opened it holding her phone to her chest. Her face lit up at the sight of you.

“Oh y/n! Your here!” She squealed. You hung up and launched yourself towards her engulfing her in a bear hug, with your arms around her neck and legs around her waist. “My goodness, how are- why are you here!?” She giggled tossing her phone onto the nearest seat, wrapping her arms around you. “It’s a long story but it can wait. I missed you so much.” You mumbled into her neck, smelling her perfume that has become quite nostalgic. Hopping down you grab her hand and drag her back to the office chair whilst you sit on top of the desk In front of her. Larissa really let’s you get away with everything.

“I have a present for you.” You said excitedly. “for me?” She asked incredulously. “Yes, although I don’t know how you will feel about it.” It came out very weary, all of a sudden the nervousness set back in. ‘Fuck it’ you thought, pulling out the papers from your back pocket. “I got these on my way back in Burlington. I may or may not have somehow stolen them, because they wouldn’t just give them to me but… I have them.” You handed her the folded papers and bit your lower lip in waiting.

Larissa gave you the look after your statement, the look that you so desperately wanted for a long time, the look that says ‘really? Well your lucky I love you’ look. She slowly opened up the paper and gasped. You swallowed thickly, not knowing if it was a good thing or a bad thing. “Y/n.” Larissa breathed as she looked at you in shock, her hand came to rest over her gaping mouth. “Is that ok?” You wondered. She was silent for a minute trying to wrap her head around what was happening.

“Ye-… yes.” Larissa choked out. “You want… you want me to adopt you?” She asked. “I would want anyone else to be my mother but you.” You said as if it were the surest thing you had ever spoken. “So would you… want, to be my uhh…?” Larissa stood and opened her draw without saying anything and pulled out a pen and started to sign every page.

Putting the cap back on and tossing it back in her draw she turned to you and cupped your face. “I can’t think of anyone else I would rather have as my child.” She said kissing your hair and pulling you to her chest.

“I actually have a surprise for you to.” Larissa said taking a step back. “Really?” You asked. “Yes, we’ll sort of.” She began. “The pen you used to draw on my leg a couple of months ago was a permanent marker… and after a few days it was starting to fade, so I thought before it disappears I should make it literally permanent.” She says while pulling up her skirt. “I traveled to Burlington and had it tattooed.” You sat there in shock as you saw the stars exactly the same as when you drew them on there. “Oh principle Weems, I- I don’t know what to say.” Larissa chuckled and smiled down at you. “I will forever have a piece of you with me sweetheart.” You grinned and realised she really did love you as much as you love her.

“I was just trying to find the right time to tell you.” She stated. “Weren’t you telling me that you didn’t approve of tattoos?” You said cheekily. “Well… I’m a hypocrite, but this was special.” She said. You giggled at her words and flexed forward to give her a kiss on the cheek and thank her. “You know when this goes ahead, I was thinking you would like to stay with me?… as in live closer, I have a spare bedroom attached to the other side of my office across from my own quarters?” She quietly questioned, waving her arm in the direction of the room. “Of course!” You shrieked with excitement. “But um, do I still have to call you principle Weems?” You asked sheepishly. “Oh god no. Larissa it’s fine or mu-…what ever you prefer.” She cut herself of before she could finish the word, Larissa didn’t want to overstep due to the fact that she still doesn’t know the situation with your own family, but she doesn’t feel selfish to think that she could be a better mother than your own. “I like that.” You stared at her with a grin, she said cocking a brow hoping you’d continue. “Mum.”

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Obviously it’s very difficult to stop a habit like sh and it’s not always just an immediate stop but for the sake of this story I think it was wise to just put a graceful end to it. If personal experiences are revamped please be safe, love you and ur doing great xxx

#larissa weems #gwendoline christie #principle weems #larissa weems x y/n #wednesday #larissa x reader #platonic

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honeylikewords · 2 years

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bedrest (jack russell)

jack’s wife feels a little under the weather. (pregnancy arc!)

(warnings: sickness, very brief mentions of nausea and vomiting, mentions of food, and, obviously, indications towards pregnancy! just a short little fic about how cute jack is when he’s playing nurse; word count: 2.5k)

It starts with a heavy feeling around her temples. Her shoulders sit sorely, and the ache spreads all the way down to the small of her back. There’s a pressure behind her eyes. The core of her throat becomes sticky and swallowing suddenly is something she has to think about doing, and doing it sends sharp prickles radiating through her neck.

Now, hovering over the kettle as it rumbles to a boil, she can feel her head becoming foggy, growing faded; trying to have a clear, linear thought feels exactly the same as trying to run in a dream. A torpidity descends, and her attempts to lift the kettle and pour it into her mug are frail to say the least.

This kind of grogginess usually fades in the first hour of being awake, for her, even with the emergence of a somewhat regular nausea that she attributes to her recent attempts to quit caffeine. It also isn’t often accompanied by the other strains; this feeling has been lingering since late last night, and has carried over into the current noon. She’s trying not to let it worry her, but she has a worm of worry nibbling at her, telling her things are about to get a lot worse.

Her splashed tea sits on the countertop brewing as Jack comes into the kitchen, holding a pile of books and gesturing at them with all the excitement of a cartoon dog. He’d been fiddling around in the garage for the better part of the morning, having gone out before she even woke; the telltale sounds of boxes sliding and falling over one another (followed by his swearing) filtering back into the house had given him away. Now, he emerges, triumphant.

The grin he greets her with is unavoidably adorable-- the crook of his snaggletooth lends his smiles an eternal air of childlike glee, and it still turns her belly with butterflies, even after all this time-- and she tries to return it as he rounds furniture between them to come plop the stack next to her.

“I found the moving box our biographies ended up in,” he chirps, holding up one with a picture of Che Guevara’s face on it and wiggling it tantilizingly. “I can show you the part where--”

Jack slows himself, plainly noticing something off in the atmosphere. At times, it can be disturbing how perceptive he is; always her trusting, bouncy Puppy, she forgets that Jack is an old, experienced soul, and is keenly attuned to senses she couldn’t imagine possessing. Keeping secrets from him has never been an option, and whatever obliviousness he plays at melts away immediately, replaced by the his clear and instinctive observational nature. She’s being reminded of that nature, now.

His voice trails off, movement stilled, as he sets the book atop the pile on the counter and she feels an uncomfortable gnarl rise up in her tummy at the thought that Jack is somehow disquieted, off-put. She wants him to keep rambling about Cuban political history, even if she’s hardly in the headspace to digest it; she wants things to be normal, for nothing to be wrong.

She puts on an expression she thinks is close to reassuring, and turns to see that he’s scrutinizing her, green eyes coasting up and down, but lingering primarily around her face. Embarrassment flushes over her features as she tries to look away, somehow admonished, back towards her likely overbrewed mug when she feels Jack’s wide fingers gently slip under her chin.

“Look at me for a second, honey.”

His words ring soft; whenever he drops his voice into a low whisper like this, his accent becomes stronger, taking on a breathy quality that makes it stand out. His consonants mellow more, and there’s a languidity to his long, warm vowels, melting her resolve as he guides her chin, half with his voice and half with his hands.

He tilts her face back towards his, ever-so-lightly, and allows his thumb to brush her chin in a soothing arc when their eyes meet again. Now that she's facing him, she can see Jack's brows drawn in focus, his gaze studying every inch of her; his full upper lip parts from his lower one as he blows out a concerned breath, and she watches him as he guides her chin up with one hand and trails his fingers down along the tense sides of her neck.

"Your throat is swollen," he mumbles, gaze not breaking from her neck. "And here… how does this feel?"

He puts two warm digits against the pulse point below her left ear and presses, ever so lightly; she pulls a sour expression at the sudden awareness that there is pain underneath. Jack tuts something she can’t quite make out and apologetically rubs the breadth of his palm against her collarbones, sweeping from side to side and warming her clammy skin.

“That’s your lymph node, mi amor. ‘S not so bad, in terms of the swelling, but it’s not good, either…”

Turning over his hand, Jack presses the backside to her forehead and squints, trying to take her temperature. After a few fruitless attempts, he wrinkles his nose in frustration and puts his hands on her shoulders, squeezing together softly. She likes the pressure and the affection, but can’t help the twinge of pain that shoots across her face when she feels her sore muscles clench, and Jack notices.

“Oh, lo siento, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to--”

“You’re fine, Jack,” she manages, noting with no small share of resentment that her voice hurts to use. “I just have a knot in my shoulder or something.”

“You need to get to bed,” he says firmly, coming to her side and putting one hand on the small of her back and using the other to lift her hand, interlocking their fingers so he can guide her as he starts walking.

“I don’t need to-- I have tea, hon-- I’m really okay, I swear--”

All her fruitless attempts to babble something convincing are met with a stern glance from Jack, who continues walking up towards the stairs that will lead to their bedroom. She’s hardly putting up that much of a fight, all things considered-- she’d walked with him this far, and she’s letting him coax her up the first few steps, with his wide palm resting just above her hipbone and pushing lightly-- and her glances back towards the puddle of tea around her mug don’t dissuade him from his pursuit.

“You don’t need to be up,” he counters, effortlessly steering her up the curve in the staircase with all the genteel grace of a ballroom dancer, “And I’ll bring your tea. Or, actually, I’ll make you something else; that batch didn’t smell so good.”

She shoots him a pointed look, and Jack merely smiles entreatingly as he sweeps her up the last few steps and towards their bedroom door, left slightly ajar. His hands haven’t left her, and he strokes his fingers up and down the notches between her knuckles, smoothing over the skin there as he tips the door open with his shoe and he tugs her into the room.

Their spacious bed does look inviting. She’d forgotten to re-align the pillows and comforter this morning in her sluggishness, but somehow the rumpledness draws her further still, and Jack can see her strength of will ebbing. A smile twitches at the corner of his mouth and he leans over, kissing her cheek.

“I want you to rest,” he says. “I’m worried, amorcita.”

“It’s not that… bad… didn’t you say so yourself?”

“The swelling,” Jack corrects, tugging her closer to the bed and lifting his one hand from her hip to pull the pillows from his side of the bed so that her stack will be taller. “I said the swelling wasn’t so bad. But, and I, uh, I don’t mean to be rude when I say this, mi hermosa, but, um…”

Setting her lips in a thin line, she glowers at Jack, who gives her a hangdog smile and gestures for her to sit on the edge of the bed. Obliging him, she does.

“You don’t look so well… Um, I mean, you are so, so beautiful, as always,” he stammers, fluffing the pillows in his discomfort, “But, you know, drained? It’s kinda dark around--”

He touches her face and traces the hollow under her eye with the pad of his thumb, giving her a sympathetic frown. She sighs; she’d known she looked a little worse for wear this morning, but was hoping it wasn’t terribly obvious. Yet another embarrassing reality she can’t hide from Jack, she supposes. But, still, Jack shows no signs of being embarrassed, himself, by her situation: instead, he hovers, as attentive as ever, as affectionate as usual. It remains a resolute comfort to her.

One tan hand lays itself on her shoulder and tenderly guides her into a prostrate position on the pillows, her head elevated as Jack bends down and lifts her legs into the bed. She could have done it herself-- she’s not that incapacitated-- but he seems intent, and watching him tend to her is a sight in and of itself. Once her legs are situated on the bed, Jack covers her in the comforter and strokes up the length of her side, fingers tracing the outermost edge of her over the blanket and coming to rest under her chin, where he again guides her into looking at him.

“I’m going to go make you something to drink,” he instructs, voice again low, “And something to eat. And then you’re going to sleep.”

His tone broaches no argument, but there’s a glint in his eyes; Jack’s a born caregiver, always looking for the chance to help, to support, to uplift. She wonders if, on some level, he likes when she’s sick so he can more openly dote on her, or if, maybe, her dizzy mind has spun off in some obtuse direction. Whatever the case, the reality of Jack’s lips on her forehead sets in, and she sighs contentedly at his touch.

“I’ll be right back, bebé,” Jack mumbles into her hairline. “You be good for me and stay here, yes?”

Some kind of agreeing hum issues out of her as she eases herself back against the pillows; she does have to admit, it feels good. As sore and taut as her body is, and as irritating as swallowing and breathing has become, it feels good to be here, in her bed, with her husband taking such measures to ensure her wellbeing. Knowing he cares, and cares enough to actually do something to improve her situation, however minimally, is itself a kind of balm to her wounds, and she lets her eyes close as Jack pulls back, trying to relax.

“My sweet girl,” he purrs. “Stay right there.”

She has no plans to move, really, but the praise is nice.

Jack ekes open the bedroom door, trying to support the tray in his hands while guiding the door with his hip; it’s hard to balance a full bowl of pozole and a mug of tea, surprisingly, as the liquid always wants to travel. Somehow, he manages, and quietly enters, smiling to himself as he’s met with a familiar sight.

His wife, prone in the bed, hair messy and limbs curled in on one another, deeply asleep. She’s buried into one of his pillows, and heavy, exhausted breaths slowly fill and escape her lungs as she burrows in, slightly, unconsciously. He wonders if she can smell him on the sheets the way he can smell her, and hopes that she can; her scent brings him endless comfort, and he wishes for her to feel that same comfort, especially now, in a time of need.

He sets the tray on the bedside table, clearing aside her accoutrements-- a few loose hair ties, a paperback, an off-schedule weekly caddy for vitamins-- and sits beside her on the bed, stroking the hairs that have stuck to the sides of her face.

She’s remarkably beautiful, in his estimation, even when crashed asleep and, yes, drooling into his pillow. There’s something eternally enticing to him, some quality that he lacks the poeticism and deft to describe. Decades of digesting art and he still finds himself at a loss for words, entrapped by the magnitude of his love. What can he say that she does not embody, herself?

Jack’s fingers brush against her cheeks, and she feels markedly hot: he’ll remember to bring in cooling pads and fresh water. He lifts one corner of the blanket to try and let some air in to hopefully stablize her temperature, somewhat, and as he does, he sees her belly, exposed from beneath her shirt.

He reaches in and settles his hand flat atop it, watching his broad palm cover her skin as it rises and falls with her breathing. In and out, up and down, Jack slowly curls and unfurls his fingers in time with her inhales and exhales, pulling his fingers in as she draws in a breath and splaying them out as she lets it go. He sits in absolute stillness as he practices, revelling in the sensation of her soft skin under his fingertips, the tiny brush of her itty bitty peach-fuzz hairs around her navel.

Distantly, when he breathes in, Jack can detect the tang of her stomach acid in the bathroom, and knows she must have gotten sick again this morning when she woke up. He tries not to let the thought run wild through his head and send him reeling, but he can’t deny the inkling of hope that’s growing ever more steadily inside himself.

All those articles and books he’s read over the years have indicated that this is very common-- a decreased immune system as her body devotes its energy towards a new kind of growth-- and that she would feel nauseous, tired, and even feverish in the very early stages. If, indeed, that is what these symptoms indicate; he tries again, in certain vain, to steer himself off the path of foregone conclusions. He has to be more patient, he tells himself, even as he strokes her belly and allows himself to imagine it rounder, firmer, higher.

Jack also allows himself to push the sheets back just a little bit further and lower his face to her tummy, kissing her bellybutton as lightly as he can.

“Be good,” he whispers. He wants to believe he’s only speaking to himself, but his smile can’t help but wriggle past his obstinate will and onto his face. He kisses her again. “For her, please.”

When she wakes, he’ll make sure she eats and drinks. He’ll massage her tired shoulders, if that’s what she’d like, and pop her aching back, then coax her back to sleep. But, for now, he pulls the covers back over her and sits still, tracing a hand along the curve of her sleeping jaw as he watches her dream, lost in one of his own.

#werewolf by night #wwbn #wbn #jack russell #jack russell x reader #marvel #jack russel #jack russel x reader #why do i keep including those misspelled tags. WHATEVER #point is! here's a new one!#it's WAY short (to me) but i am not feeling well irl so this was just a lil indulgence and we'll have a longer one soon >;3 #enjoy!!

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year

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Cuddles

Media The Maze Runner

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sweet Af

Concept 'Feel Better?'

I sat leant against the log watching the fire burning bright most people still partying away, when I saw someone approach. I smiled as I saw her in her little black boots with high muddy socks, little Jean shorts and her long blue hoodie her hair up in a plait to keep it out of he Mr face even if loose hairs were sticking to her skin in some places she had her sleaves down far past her hands as she came over.

"Hi love, what's up?" I asked given she didn't look very happy she seemed kinda sad she meerly opened her arms so I chuckled set my moonshine down and offered my arms which she happily crawled into nuzzling her nose into my neck, her head into my shoulder, her hands into my hoodie pocket, her legs up close to her chest as she sat on my lap. I wrapped my arms slowly and gently not wanting to trap her too fast giving her some soothing rubs on the back and leg "hey it's okay, what's wrong love?" I whispered she took my hand pulling it closer to really squeeze around her until my hand rested on her lower stomach i could tell she was more bloated then usual and I could almost feel her cramps and stomach churns "oh dear. Always around bonfire isn't it" I sighed and she nods "awww it's okay, cuddle up as much as you need to."

"But what if-"

"I don't care if you bleed on me. You need cuddles." I told her "when did you last have painkillers?"

"Yesterday"

"Yesterday!"

"Clients being stingy with them" she pouts

"Well the box came up today hopefully he'll be able to give you some more before bed time." I told her stroking her hair "when did you last drink something?" But no answer came "I take it you've barely drank anything all day?" And she sheepishly nods "y/n. Your cramps are only going to get worse if you're dehydrated. And I know you've been crying from pain which will make you even more dehydrated. So come on hydrate" I told her offering her some moonshine but as usual she turned her nose up "hydrate. Or no cuddles." I warn and she begrudgingly had some sips even if her face turned sour, she always hated moonshine."there that'll help, would squeeze help or is that going to make your tummy worse?'

"Squeeze please" she smiled squeezing my chest so I happily squeezed her as tight as I could rocking us both from side to side a little

"I'm sorry you have to feel this way love. I wish I could help."

"You do help. You help a lot newt" she says "can I?"

"Of course" I laughed and she began poking me, pinching me, giving me small playful punches, just getting the pain and the anger out on me I didn't mind I know it helps her I can't imagine the horrific sensation of your insides ripping themselves out and cramping up to force things out. Honestly that's the kinda stuff I have nightmares about. And I know Clint's low on pain meds as he hadn't been giving me as many lately either. So I don't mind getting maybe a small bruise from her poking and pinching me if it takes her mind off her pain. I could tell after a while she was getting very tried as her eyes went heavy and her pokes has stopped, so I readjusted her a little so she could lay with her head on my chest I was gentle as I stroked her hair and moved my hand under her hoodie to stroke her stomach making sure to be soft and gentle with her and given her growing smile I think it helped and hearing her happy little joyful moans made me smile so much knowing she was cosy and comfy "that feel better love?" I asked and she nods "good. You wanna go to bed?" I asked and she nods sleepily "you want a cosy night?" I ask and she excitedly nods "okay" I smiled being as gentle as I could to get up and lift her up with me so I could carry her with her still nuzzled into my chest, I carried her across the glade making sure not to jolt her around till we reached her little hut near the walls corner I let her down and she went for a shower, given she's our only girl she had her own out here. And while she was gone I made her little mattress up with blankets and pillows making sure I climbed in to keep it warm for her, when she got back in her small shirt and panties she climbed into the bed with me and bundled herself close again I wrapped the covers around us both pulling her close tucking her in. I gave her back a rub and soothed her aching tummy, I made sure she had some water before bed and tucked her in tight "There, that feel better love?"

"Ummm humm" she nods

"You all cosy?"

"Very cosy"

"Good, now you sleep tight, you know where I am if you need me." I told her

"I do, goodnight newt"

"Goodnight y/n" I smiled giving her forehead a small kiss then I gave her nose a small kiss which turned her bright red across her cheeks I couldn't help but smile looking at her all bundled up and cosy she's so cute I couldn't help myself almost regardless of my fears I leant down and kissed her lips they were so soft, so sweet and smooth she happily kissed back and for a while the only movement between us was our lips till I pulled back nervously "I uhh sorry I uhh"

She giggled and gave my lips another kiss "goodnight newt" she smiled

"Goodnight love" I cooed making sure she was cosy before I got up and headed to her door

"Newt?"

"What is it love?" I asked turning back to her bed and she had opened her arms "really?"

"Cuddles"

"Okay," I smiled jumping back in bed with her to cuddle her close "So long as I don't get in trouble again"

"That's a risk I'm willing to take"

"Are you now?"

"Very much. For cuddles" she smiled nuzzling close

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edosianorchids901 · 6 months

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Miscalculations

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "a promise to break"

Aziraphale liked to think of himself as patient. He never even used miracles to speed up the release of books he was excited to read, despite the temptation. He only rarely ate food when it was hot enough to burn his tongue. And he’d put up with Crowley’s shenanigans for over six thousand years, even in retirement.

As patient as he was, he ought to have waited to bring his new lots of books inside until Crowley felt better. They would have been perfectly fine in the Bentley for another day or two while Crowley recovered from the latest pain flare, which had been caused by attending the auction in the first place.

But after lunch, and after getting Crowley comfortably installed on the sofa with a warm blanket, the remote and tea in easy reach, and Golden Girls set up on the telly, Aziraphale found himself twitchy. He had plenty of ways to keep himself busy, plenty of books to read. But he wanted those books.

“I’ll be back in a bit, hmm?” he murmured into a kiss against Crowley’s brow. “Need anything else?”

“Nuh, I’m okay. Ish.” Crowley gave a pained smile, weakly massaging his hip. “Don’t overdo it, eh?”

Aziraphale was still tired from the auction as well, and more than a little sore. But what harm could moving a few books do? “I’ll be perfectly fine, I promise.”

His back and neck twinged as he hauled the first big box out of the backseat, and he ignored it. He and Crowley both had rather a lot of lingering effects from long years of stressful control and sometimes outright cruelty from their old Sides. A bit of pain was nothing new. And anyway, he wasn’t in nearly as much pain as Crowley was after the auction. Silly to give into it.

But as Aziraphale dragged boxes upstairs, he found himself regretting not having the library downstairs. Oh, they had a lift, and he was using it in the interests of not breaking his promise to Crowley. But still, stacking boxes on the lift and then picking them back up again at the top was a touch more painful than he’d expected.

He picked up a box—and something abruptly went quite wrong. He froze, breathless at the agony. Oh no. Oh dear.

He couldn’t straighten up, not without the pain nearly knocking him over. He remained hunched forward, clutching the box. With a groan, he managed to move enough to rest the box he was carrying atop the stack.

Something like panic clawed at him. Even the slightest attempt to turn brought on an even sharper pain, and he gasped. Oh no. He wouldn’t be able to move enough to get to the controls for the lift. And if he couldn’t take the lift back down…

Crowley would have to take the stairs. When he was already in so much pain.

Blinking away tears, Aziraphale fumbled in his pocket and pulled out his mobile. He’d been resistant to getting one, at first, but having a disabled partner who sometimes needed help getting out of sticky situations made it imperative. This time, it seemed that things were flipped the other way. “Call Crowley.”

Crowley answered after a moment, sounding groggy. He must have been dozing. “Wot.”

“Hello, my dear. Um.” Aziraphale tried again to straighten and nearly blacked out. “You know how I, er, promised I wouldn’t overdo it?”

“Mm.”

Wincing, this time in embarrassment, Aziraphale leaned against the boxes. “I-I’m afraid I broke that promise, a bit.”

Crowley’s heavy sigh came through loud and clear. “‘Course you did. Be right there.”

“You’ll have to take the stairs,” Aziraphale said quickly, trying not to notice noises of agony coming from the other side of the line as Crowley struggled to his feet. “I’m afraid I was on the lift, taking books up, and I threw my back out. I-I can’t turn to get to the controls, to bring it back down. Perhaps we ought to install a second lift, really. I feel simply awful, I know how hard the stairs are on you when you’re already in pain, and I’m so sorry for—”

He was still babbling when the lift started to move. It descended gently, rocking a little as it settled in place.

Crowley, leaning against the wall with a deep frown, pointed to the control box beside him. “There’s one down here. And one up there. And one on the lift.”

Feeling even more ridiculous, Aziraphale cringed. “Ah. Yes. I forgot.”

“S’ all right. Pain does that.” With a low choked noise, Crowley pushed off the wall and limped onto the lift. He shook his head, studying Aziraphale’s hunched position. “Terrific job, angel. Have a gold star.”

“Heh. Is there, um…” Oh dear, this did hurt. “Any chance you can heal it?”

Crowley made a face. “Should be able to do enough that you can move, but my focus is shot. M’ way too foggy for precision miracles right now.”

“I understand.” Aziraphale gave his best adoring smile, which earned him pursed lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Even when you’re a bit of an idiot.” Crowley’s slender hand settled on Aziraphale’s back, and warmth suffused the area. “How’s that?”

The pain decreased a bit, and Aziraphale straightened up as much as he could. “Ah! That’s much better, thank you.”

“Yup. C’mon.” Still limping, Crowley took his arm and helped him off the lift. “Looks like we’re both down for the count, eh?”

“The count of what?”

“Times we’re allowed to incapacitate ourselves in a single weekend.” Although still pale, Crowley smiled. “No more big activity. Rest only, until we both feel better.”

Aziraphale cast a longing look back at his book boxes, then sighed and nodded. “All right, my dear. Rest it is.”

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #chronic pain #disability #queerplatonic

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deanstead · 2 years

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Mechanic Next Door

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Reader

Requested: yes, by anon

Summary: After Dean meets Y/N on her first day in town, he can’t stop himself from paying attention and worrying about her.

Word Count: 1,220

Warnings: mentions of chronic pain

A/N: Here's a Dean AU as requested! I took way too long to write this, but I hope it's okay, just some cute fluff which was definitely therapeutic to write. Enjoy!

You took a breath as you pulled up at the side of the street. The logistics of moving alone were stressful, but putting that together with starting things up in a new town, among people you didn’t know added a whole new level of uncertainty to everything.

Especially in a town like this one, you thought, as you watched people greet each other along the street. You were going to stick out like a sore thumb in a small town like this one where everyone seemed to know everyone.

But you’d promised yourself a fresh start and when it came to moving on, there was nothing like moving to a new place. So you took a deep breath before you climbed out of your car, trying to ignore the gentle ache in your back and heading to the boot for your boxes.

You didn’t have a lot of things so you’d decided against paying exorbitant movers’ fees and opted to bring your stuff in your car. Except you’d forgotten that you’d had people to help you load things, but no one here to help you unload.

Just as you’d almost finished convinced yourself that you could do this, a voice reached you.

“Hey, need some help?”

You turned behind you, looking back into bright green eyes, tinged with what looked like cheeky playfulness and he even had a smile that made the corners of your lips tip up into a smile as well.

Normally, you’d politely decline but he seemed decent enough and truth be told the ache in your back told you that you’d only be able to carry half these boxes up by yourself today. So instead, you gave him a polite smile. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Sure, happy to help. I’m Dean, by the way. Dean Winchester.” He introduced himself, glancing behind him at a mechanic store just opposite your building. “That’s mine.”

You smiled. “I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N.”

Dean helped you with most of your stuff, helping you to finish what might have taken you at least two days to bring up by yourself. You usually took a while to warm up to people but Dean had a warmth that you couldn’t explain as he made small talk amongst the heavy lifting.

“Thanks for your help.” You said, as Dean brought up the last of your stuff to your door. You opened your mouth to say something more but let it fall closed again because you didn’t really know how to express exactly how thankful you were to a stranger you’d just met.

Dean seemed to get it though and he smiled. “Anytime.” He handed you a business card. “If you need anything.”

You smiled, glancing down at the card.

Dean looked a little embarassed when you looked up again. “My brother did these up for me.” He shrugged. “So thought I might as well give them out.”

You laughed. “Thanks, Dean. I owe you one.”

Dean nodded, “I better get back down.”

You smiled and nodded. You were about to close the door when Dean turned and you paused.

“Oh, and Y/N? Welcome to the neighborhood.”

You smiled and as you closed the door, you felt for the first time since you’d decided to move that this was a good idea.

Dean pulled himself out from under the car he’d been working on, his eyes flicking up to the building across the street. Truth be told, Dean had been looking out for you, hoping to run into you again but it was the third day since you’d moved in and, nothing.

He’d talked himself out of going to check on you the day before since he didn’t want to seem like he was stalking you, but now he was starting to get a little concerned. He was pretty sure he’d have seen you if you’d left your building.

“Guys, I’m going to be out for a while.” He called to his other mechanic, who nodded and flashed a thumbs up at him.

Dean had already knocked on your door when he started second guessing himself, especially when there didn’t seem to be any response.

“Don’t you dare knock again.” Dean growled in a low voice at himself, just as he heard the sound of shuffling feet and the door opened.

“Hey, I just wanted to check in on…” Dean’s voice trailed off as his eyes raked across your face that was white as a sheet. “You okay?”

You gave him a small smile and were just about to tell him you were fine as the burning pain hit your back again, this time traveling down your legs and you felt your knees buckle.

“Woah!” Dean reached forward instinctively, catching you around your waist.

You felt a wave of embarrassment which was dented by another wave of pain.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, at the same time that Dean did. He slipped his arm away from you the moment he felt you were steady on your feet but then glanced at you again.

“May I?” He asked, reaching only halfway out for your arm.

You smiled and nodded, stepping back to let him in. Dean guided you back towards your couch, heading for the kitchen to get you a glass of water like this wasn’t a stranger’s house.

“I’m fine, it’s chronic. I’ll be fine in a few days. This happens sometimes.”

Dean glanced up. “You didn’t… you overdid it that day, didn’t you?”

You didn’t answer him.

“You should have told me. I’d have made sure you didn’t touch any boxes.” Dean said quietly.

You looked up, a small smile playing on your lips. “What, you mean my own boxes that I decided to be a hero with?”

Dean let out a smile, before his eyes caught the card he’d given you that day still sitting on the table. “I gave you this for a reason. This here is my personal number." He tapped the part of the card that had his mobile number printed. "Call me if you need something, alright? Anything.”

That’s how it somehow began - Dean started dropping off food over the next few days. Sometimes he just left quietly, other times he’d knock to make sure everything was okay. Even after the pain dulled enough for you to function as you normally did, Dean would offer to carry your groceries up for you while you laughed and told him not to treat you like a child.

But it felt kind of good having someone looking in on you and trying to take care of you.

“Dean, I’m fine.” You said, although you kept the smile in your voice so he’d know you weren’t offended.

Dean smiled. “Okay enough for a coffee?”

You glanced up at him. “Dean Winchester, are you asking me out?”

Dean looked embarrassed, but it was the way he tried to hide it that had started growing on you. “I’ll even dress up, if you want.”

You grinned. “No need.” You paused as Dean tried to hide the disappointment on his face. “I’d love to have coffee with Dean. Just Dean. No dress up.”

Dean flicked up his eyes to meet you with the widest smile you’d seen on him thus far and you smiled back at him. Things were definitely looking up.

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noroi1000 · 8 months

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Nyan XVI - Heart only for cats/boyfriends

Nyan Chapters List

Summary: End with Yuki

"Look what I found!”

You turned your head from the box with your things to look at Satoru who was holding a fluffy artificial tail on a metal ball in his hand.

Your eyes widened and your mind seemed to explode as you remembered the moment you used it.

Do they like cat tails that much?

"Hide this!" You called out, grabbing the box to carry it to the living room.

"Kitty~ this should be in your stuff." he suddenly whispered in your ear. "You're the only one who uses it~. Me and Suguru have our own tails. We don't need artificial ~."

"Just hide it somewhere! I can't believe you had to find it today!

"It was at the end of my underwear drawer! I kept adding clean ones until I finally couldn't see the soft fur!

"Suguru...!" You groaned, seeking support for your mind so that you wouldn't have to die now and your soul wouldn't fly out of your body.

"Yup?" He leaned out of the bathroom while collecting everything from there.

"Please take him away... I'm already nervous enough about the move and he's finding things he doesn't want to see yet!'

You pointed to the White-haired Man behind you.

Purple eyes turned to Gojo, giving him a menacing look.

It was very difficult to convince you to move. Because when you move, you have to leave your job. This was a difficult decision you all made. Well... It wasn't difficult for them because they really wanted you to be in the home you deserved. Not just any apartment building.

They said they have a big house for you all. And there's enough room for more than three people.

You don't know if there was a hint behind it or not.

The thing was thrown into the box and a lot of white smoke appeared behind you.

As you started walking forward, you felt your foot touch something warm and soft. So you looked down and saw Satoru as a cat showing you his belly. That fluffy kitten belly!

When he's human, you can't pet his belly because he takes it as a hint to something more...

You leaned down and grabbed him to lift the cat's body and hold him in your arms.

One thing is certain... It's a big cat. A big, heavy cat...

But when he started purring and snuggling into your chest, you pushed him onto the couch. Especially because you heard your phone ringing.

Yuki: "Can we meet to finish the project? I know you won't be working with me anymore in a few days, but would you like to finish this last thing with me?"

You felt the eyes of two cats on you.

You: "I'll do it willingly. When and where should we meet?" "I don't want you to have to finish it yourself since we're both responsible for it."

Yuki: "Cool! I'll send you the address in a moment! "Can we meet in two hours at the entrance?" "This is the address: [ADDRESS]"

"What's going on?"

"Oh, Sugu." his arms wrapped around your waist. "Yuki asked me if we could meet up to finish our latest project together."

"Are you going with him?" Satoru asked from across the room.

"Yes I do. I don't want him to be left alone with all this. This is our joint project and I want to at least help with something."

"Fine, go. Hopefully it won't take long. Remember that at 5 p.m. we're going to look at the new house."

"After all, it's apparently the house where Satoru already lived."

"But this is a new home for you, honey."

"XXL King bed!" the white-haired man laughed, looking at you with sparkles in his eyes.

_______

"I didn't know you wanted to meet in such a place. If I had known, I would have dressed better." You said, looking around the restaurant you were at with your friend.

This isn't just any bar. This is not some simple restaurant. This isn't elegant either. But it's certainly not just any restaurant.

"That's nothing. You look pretty as always." he said with a smile, nervously adjusting the gray button-down shirt he was wearing. His thin glasses almost fell off his nose.

"So... Should we start? Do you have everything you need for the project?"

"I didn't take anything for this. I finished it at home alone. I knew you were busy, that's why I took care of it."

"And so-."

"We can spend time together and enjoy each other!

"Yuki –."

"Will you eat something? I pay!"

"Yuki–."

"Would you like red or white wine?"

"Yuki!” You said louder to snap him out of whatever behavior he was having.

He looked at you carefully.

"What's the real reason I'm here with you?" she asked calmly.

He smiled slightly, but with a small blush.

"Haha... You know... I wanted to be romantic in the moment of my confession..." He said more quietly.

More romantic at the moment of his confession?

Was he hoping you would stay here because he would say he fell in love with you?

He already tried! But it was clear that you didn't love him! You love Satoru and Suguru. He is your best friend. You couldn't date your best friend after everything you've been through as friends...

"Yuki, listen –."

"I love you (y/n). I like you, my family likes you. We are perfect partners. At work, in private life. Isn't this perfect?"

"Yuki..."

"I wish there was more between us. Recently, the new guy at work said she would like to meet me for coffee. I refused because it was more important for me to meet you."

"Yuki, you should not. She seems to like you." You gave him a small smile.

"What does it mean?"

"She likes you. Maybe this would be the perfect opportunity for you to meet someone?"

"But I don't want to! I've known you for three years and I love you."

"... I already told you, I love someone else..." you said more quietly. "Please don't try. For me you have always been and will be a friend. I can't see you as anything more than a friend."

His smile didn't shrink an inch.

"You said they lied to you and you didn't know their real lives. I have never lied to you. We've known each other longer than you've known them. Isn't that a good enough point?"

"Yuki, I'm sorry..."

"I fell in love with you because we are on the same level. We both have similar positions at work. We both earn the same amount. We live in similar conditions. We like similar things. We get along best. Isn't that enough?"

"Isn't it enough for me to say that I love someone else...?"

"We both know our standards! Our levels! You once said at work that it's not worth striving for a higher level if nothing good will happen. We are on the same level."

Did he just say that you're not worthy of Satoru and Suguru's attention?

"What are you talking about? What I meant was that it's not worth going to another position at work if it will be the same there."

"People should stick with someone who is on their level." he said in a slightly quieter voice. "Someone you say you love is different than you. I would describe them more as fuckboys having fun. You can't love people like that. I'm sorry (y/n). They are lying. I don't. How are they better than me? Are they more handsome and have more money? Exactly this. But what about how many years we have known each other? I am realist. I analyze the situations I might be in. And I understand that you may not love me because I am not them. But notice that in my case you already know the ground you are walking on. And they are unknown deep down to you -."

"How can you say that?" You interrupted him. "If they didn't love me, they wouldn't be with me, right? I'm moving in with them so they can be closer to work. They love me. Just like I do them. I won't leave this love just to make you feel better. Please understand, I don't love you. Find a better woman for you. I'm not like I am at work. At work, my priority is to do something well and not to make a mistake. At home, my priority is spending time with them and taking care of our relationship. Even if I wanted to make you happy, I couldn't be with someone I didn't love. Sorry."

"Haha... I could have expected such rejection... Poor me who tries to court my friend and gets rejected because she loves someone else..."

"Yuki... We've known each other for so many years... If you loved me, you would have come to me with this confession earlier." You placed your hand on his. "It started when I told you about Suguru and Satoru. You're jealous that they're closer than you, right?"

"... Maybe a little..."

"I've always treated you like a friend. Like a brother. I want happiness for you. But I can't give it to you. So please find someone who will love you as something closer than a friend... Because I already have someone else in my heart." You gave him a smile and he returned it.

As he walked you home, he left you once you were at the door and walked away. Maybe the girl who spoke to him will be the love of his life?

You didn't hurt him because he knew you would reject him. He just wanted to hear it one last time.

When he turned around on the sidewalk, he saw your cats jumping on you.

Black and white fur rubbing against you.

And suddenly white and black smoke appeared, and instead of cats there were two men hugging you and holding you close.

He recognized them as your boys.

He saw White Hair looking at him with a small smile and nodded at him, wrapping his arms around your waist.

It was a friendly sign of triumph on his part.

He laughed and smiled at the sight. His brown eyes became very soft and slightly amused.

“I'm not going into the weird shit that happened right now... But I hope it's your luck, (y/n).”

#gojo satoru #jjk x you #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo #jjk #geto suguru #geto x you #geto x y/n #geto x reader #gojo x reader x geto #nyan

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beautifultypewriter · 1 year

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Can you please write an imagine with Wayne from Letterkenny finding out the reader is pregnant and how protective and sweet he is?

Aww this is so cute! I’m gonna do some quick headcanons for this. Hope you like them!

Being pregnant with Wayne’s baby:

Okay, so obviously when you first found out you were a bit nervous about telling Wayne. Everyone knows his feelings about children. Deep down you knew that he was gonna be there for you no matter what decision you made, but there was still a certain level of anxiety.

Being blunt with Wayne was the best way to go, so you drove over to his place and basically pulled him from his lawn chair and dragged him into the house.

He had no idea what was going on, but he let you pull him and then he waited patiently as you paced in front of him, chewing on your bottom lip. You could feel his eyes following you and that was not helping your nerves at all.

Finally, you just turn to him and blurt out, “I’m pregnant.”

Wayne was quiet as he stared at you for a few minutes. You chewed on your lip as you waited for him to say something. Finally he asked what you wanted to do.

When you tell him that you want to keep the baby, he nods and suggests that you move into the house. It’ll just make things so much easier and he’ll be able to help you better if the two of you are living in the same place. “And a family should all be living in one place.”

You nod, tears forming in yours eyes that you try to quickly wipe away, but Wayne sees them. He pulls you into his chest quickly and kisses the top of your head before he leads you out to the truck.

He drives over to your place and the two of you start packing up your stuff. When he said you should move in with him, he meant right away apparently.

It takes a couple of days, but you have everything together and Wayne comes by with Darry to pack it all into the truck and bring it to his your guys’ house.

Anytime you try to lift a box to carry out to the truck, Wayne takes it from your arms. He doesn’t say anything, but you get the hint after the third time and decide to go out and supervise the two as they stack the boxes up.

Once you get to the house, it’s the same story, Wayne doesn’t let you carry any of the boxes, so you sit in a lawn chair next to Katy. The two of you talk and she tells you to get used to it.

And she’s right because for the rest of your pregnancy, Wayne doesn’t let you lift anything he deems as too heavy. Which is a lot of things, but you go with it because you know he’s just looking out for you and the baby.

Wayne and Katy both make sure your favorite snacks are always in stock at the house. And if something is missing then you know Wayne is going out to get it for you.

As you get further along in your pregnancy, Wayne is helping you in and out of the lawn chairs. You don’t even have to say anything, he’s always right there, ready to help you up.

Anytime you make a noise of discomfort, Wayne’s attention is on you. His head turns so fast in your direction, you’re afraid he’s gonna hurt his neck. If you wave him off the he won’t press the matter, but he’s glancing at you every few minutes just to make sure.

If the baby is kicking a lot then Wayne will bend down to be eye level with your belly. He’ll press his hand against your stomach and tell the kid to knock it off and stop bothering their mother. Katy rolls her eyes, but you laugh.

If you’re ever standing for a long period of time, Wayne will slide his hand under your belly and pull it up ever so gently to release some of the strain on your back.

Wayne is a steady, supportive presence for the entire pregnancy. He’s quiet, but he’s always there for whatever you need and no request is too steep for him.

#wayne imagine #wayne letterkenny headcanons #wayne letterkenny imagine #wayne letterkenny #letterkenny imagines #letterkenny imagine #letterkenny headcanons

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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First Lady {2} || Retribution MC AU

Biker!Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Summary: Your day takes a turn when you are kidnapped to blackmail Steve and the club into business. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, alcohol, pregnancy, reader injuries, kidnapping, canon-typical violence, guns, shooting. WC: 2678

Steve’s Masterlist || Retribution MC Masterlist || Part One || Part Two

The box of beers were freezing as they dug into your arms so you could carry them out of the fridge. You nearly dropped them with fright as you turned around after kicking the door closed to see Steve vaulting over the bartop. The box was gone in an instant and he gave you a disapproving look as he put them on the bench beside Cherry.

“You know you shouldn’t be lifting anything in your condition.” Steve growled as he bent his knees to look you in the eyes. “No more lifting.”

Bucky frowned as he looked up from his phone. “I offered to do it but mama’s almost as stubborn as you.”

“I know.” Steve said with a heavy sigh, his huge hand coming to rest across the little bump jutting out from your belly. “I mean it, love, no more lifting.”

“Relax, big guy.” You smiled, placing your hand over his. “You keep stressing yourself out and you’ll be itching for a smoke, then I won’t be happy.”

The moment he felt his child kick against his hand he forgot everything and became enraptured with the miracle growing in your body. His smile split his face and the feeling of being complete lifted his spirits after spending hours in his office, once again trying to make ends meet and keep food on the table.

“You’re gonna make me late.” You giggled as he pulled you into his arms so he could have just a few more moments with you before heading to the shop.

“I already did that.” Steve teased low in your ear, laughing when you lightly slapped his butt. “Oh, I’m sorry, it’s not like everybody knows I knocked you up already.”

“You’re so romantic, it's a wonder you even got in my bed.”

“I can tell you exactly how that happened.”

“He’s bluffing.” Bucky said over the top of his phone that he was busy texting his girlfriend from. “He doesn’t even remember what he had for breakfast.”

“True.” Steve admitted as he turned to his VP. “Speaking of late, aren’t you meant to be out on a date?”

“I’m picking her up now, worry about your own love life.” He smirked before shrugging his kutte off and heading to the office to leave it for safekeeping. “Fucking feel naked without this. You know where we’ll be, give us a shout if you need me.”

“Go, enjoy your night.” You said with a wave. “They can look after themselves for a few hours.”

“Yeah. Right. And pigs fly.” Bucky snorted a laugh as he left, his Harley roaring to life before tearing out of the clubhouse parking lot.

“I’m going to head out too.” You said to Steve, pecking his lips quickly only to be pulled back so he could give you a proper kiss that left you wanting to stay. “I love you.”

“Love you too, mama. I’ll come by at midnight to help you close.”

It was almost closing time and you had been busy all evening with walk-in clients so you sent Hodge off since he had started before you. Locking the front door, you turned the music up as you began your clean down not realising someone had slipped in through the back. It was only as you polished the stainless steel bench that you saw a blurred reflection move behind you and you spun around, spraying the disinfectant in the stranger's face and kicked out your leg as hard as you could.

You didn’t stick around to see what happened to him but heard a crash and string of curse words as he toppled your equipment table. You rounded the corner to the staff only area and reached for your phone resting on your handbag, your fingers jamming the power button until it activated your emergency call to 911.

“Shouldn't've done that sweetheart.” A man sighed as he stepped out of the shadows of the back door, a gun resting against his thigh. The stranger wore a sleek suit that screamed money and you slightly relaxed that it was too expensive for the FBI to wear, at least you weren’t getting arrested. “Happy?”

“Not exactly.” You muttered, seeming to amuse him as the man who you had kicked limped in from the studio.

“I’m fine.” Happy grunted as he grabbed your phone and smashed it on the ground. “The little bitch is gonna pay for that stunt though.”

You tried to dodge the hit but your baby bump left you off balance and the punch he sent your way slammed into your forehead instead of your nose. Stars blurred your vision as you swayed on your feet and you managed to stay upright until he grabbed you and dragged you outside to a waiting SUV.

The tyres squealed as Happy floored the gas and they hit the main road, merging with the Saturday night traffic that sprinkled the city streets. A familiar roar of a Road King passed you at an insane speed but with the tinted windows Steve wouldn’t have seen or heard you screaming from inside.

“She’s giving me a headache now.” Tony complained as he scratched his cheek with the barrel of his gun. “Would you please shut up so I can think?”

“What do you need to think about?” You asked, wiping away some of your blood that trickled close to your eye. “How much you fucked up by taking the President of Retributions’ wife?”

“Just remember, I did ask nicely.” Tony said before he turned the gun and pistol-whipped you, the world quickly fading to black.

Steve paced the club like a wild animal, trapped as he waited impatiently for everyone to arrive. His eyes never left his phone, reassuring himself that the reason your location hadn’t moved was a good thing but fear knotted his stomach until he had to sit down or vomit. All he could see in his mind's eye was the mess that had been left in the studio, your phone smashed to pieces and the droplets of blood beside it.

“Fuck!” He screamed as he threw the pen holder from his desk, the glass shattering against the wall and the pens clattering to the ground.

The door behind him opened and he spun on his heels to face the intruder to his personal hellhole.

“Woah.” Sam said gently as he raised his hands. “You gotta focus, man. You’ll get yourself killed if you go into this without your head.”

“I know.” Steve growled, anxiously rubbing his beard to the point it would probably start to wear away. “Give me a smoke.”

“No fucking way.” Sam stepped back. “Mama will kill me when we get her back.”

Looking at the phone once again, Steve sighed and pocketed the device before nodding to Sam. “Let’s ride.”

The gates rolled shut behind the entourage of bikers heading upstate to your location outside of Esopus, only a few members left behind to protect the club families in case there was another attempt at taking an old lady or their kids. The lights of the city soon faded away and all Steve could focus on was the glare of his headlight leading the way to you.

Tony Stark was well known for being an arms dealer and he had been trying to get the MC to run his weapons along the East Coast but Steve knew doing that would put them even more on the FBI’s radar, something he wanted to avoid. It was more important than ever that he keep his nose clean and stick to the usual protection runs, ensuring he would be there for the arrival of his child and not behind bars.

“Steve, you know who this property belongs to right?” Bucky asked from where he laid on the ground, one eye closed, the other looking down the scope of his rifle.

“Unfortunately.” Steve sighed. “It’s not too late to back out, I can go in there on my own.”

“Fuck off,” his VP scoffed, “don’t insult me with that shit.”

Sam chuckled from where he was tucking magazines into his pockets and pulled back the bolt on his rifle. “We gonna do this or what?”

A small smile slipped onto Steve’s face despite the crushing fear that gripped his chest, he knew he could rely on his brothers to be by his side no matter how perilous the situation. With a nod he pulled the hood up from his coat to hide the blond of his hair and started to jog through the trees towards the Stark Compound, the rest of the club following close behind.

They reached the gate and, as their best marksman, Bucky took out the guard manning the security gate before Joaquin stepped in and made quick work of shutting down the outside cameras.

“They are gonna notice we are here if they check the cameras, we better get moving.” Steve urged as he pushed down the rising adrenaline, now was not the time for his hands to start trembling and his heart to start racing. “On my count.”

Holding his hands up, Steve dropped a finger for each second that passed and the moment his fist was closed they broke ranks and fanned out across the yard. Bullets fired from a cargo bay door but they were quickly silenced by a well aimed shot from Sam and they continued their enclosing tactic around the building.

You woke with a gasp and instinctively curled around your belly as gunshots rang out, trying your best to ignore the nausea rolling through your stomach and the way the room spun around you.

“Get up.” Tony growled as he tugged you to your feet from the couch you had been laid on and pain lacerated your head. “It’s time for you to play your role perfectly, or I put a bullet into your baby first, then your brain.”

“There’s a shallow grave with your name on it.” You spat as he pulled you in front of his body and pressed the handgun to your head.

“Your husband isn’t going to kill me.” Tony chuckled in your ear. “He needs me. Drop your weapons, Rogers!” Tony shouted out, nearly deafening you in the process, as he stepped out from the building. “I just want to talk.”

“This isn’t exactly picking up the phone is it!” Steve growled, his blood boiling as he saw the blood on your face. It was only the fact that the cargo dock doors opened and a small army strolled out with their weapons trained on the entire MC, outnumbering them 2:1.

“No, this is much more effective.” Tony laughed. “Now drop the weapons or your wife becomes a human casket.”

It took everything in you not to let the tears fall; you were tough, this was the life you signed up for and you told yourself you would not cry about it. Your body refused to listen the moment he moved the gun to your stomach and you trembled at the thought of losing the baby you had waited so long to have, silent tears turning the blood on your cheek pink.

“Okay.” Steve rushed, dropping his rifle to the grass and looking along the line to his brothers, pleading with his eyes for them to follow suit.

“And your personal weapons too.” Tony huffed as their rifles clattered to the ground.

Steve reached behind his back, drawing two handguns from the waist of his jeans and dropped them too, another dozen following from the others.

“Good, now we can chat like civilised people.” Tony smiled, a breath of relief escaping your lips as he slipped his own weapon back into the shoulder holster, relying on his personal army to protect him. “Welcome to the future, gentlemen.”

With a shove, you stumbled forward and met Steve’s embrace, your hands tracing his face, neck and chest until you gripped his dog tags. The warm metal in your palm grounded you and you looked up into his shimmering eyes as he gently brushed away your tears before showing you with a kiss what he didn’t want to say in front of everyone - how afraid he was.

“You okay?” He asked as moved to feel the swell of your stomach.

“We’re okay.” You reassured him, chuckling as your baby kicked. “Told you.”

“We don’t have all night.” Tony reminded everyone impatiently as he stood at the door to a large, glass lined meeting room. “Sooner we sort this out, the sooner you can get back to your rabbit burrow or wherever the hell you hole up in.”

“Wait out here where I can see you, okay?” Steve asked, raising your wedding ring to his lips and kissing the piece of jewellery that had led him to you. “I love you.”

You nodded and looked around at the armed men who had closed in even more. “Love you too.”

Bucky and Sam both paused as they walked past, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before they followed Steve inside. The rest of the men, in one way or another, all expressed their relief that you were mostly unharmed and your heart swelled that you were a part of such a loving family.

“I have a regular shipment of arms coming through the Port of New York but a new client has recently tripled their orders.” Tony said as he sat at the head of the table, a suave man looking outcast by the beefy bikers that sat around him. “I need you and your men to ensure my deliveries make it to the buyer without a hitch.”

“You have your own army, why us?” Steve asked what everybody was thinking.

“Why risk my own men when I have you?” He shrugged. “You’ll be compensated, something I’m sure you are in desperate need of, so don’t act like I’m forcing you.”

“That’s exactly what you did.” Steve growled as he slammed his fists against the table.

Tony laughed and played with the button on his suit jacket. “You got me. I’ll pay you a lot of money to deliver my weapons and, in return, I won’t kill you and every single one of the people you care about. Does that work?”

You wondered what they were discussing as you watched Steve sag with defeat, his eyes darting to every member around the room. You watched each man nod their head and assumed they were casting a vote as Steve turned back to Tony and held out his hand. That must have been a signal as you saw all the men behind you relax their weapons, aiming at the floor instead, and Steve made his way back to you.

“Let’s get you home.”

The walk through the trees was quiet, none of his brothers in the mood for joking and you suppressed the urge to ask what they had voted on. Your fingers laced with Steve’s and his thumb kept rubbing over yours, a nervous habit of his when he was deep in thought. Leaning into his side, you tried to soothe him by rubbing his back but his guns made it almost impossible before you gave up.

“Babe,” Steve stopped you from climbing on behind him, his voice almost a whisper. “I need you up front, please.”

You nodded and climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs as you wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest. It had been a long time since you rode like this and that had been when a rival club had very nearly shot you out when they sprayed the clubhouse with bullets. He had been so afraid of losing you he had made you hold him the entire ride home, he had needed to be able to look down and see the face he loved above all else.

“I’m here, Stevie, we’re both here.” You promised as the engine came to life and he stole a final kiss before kicking up the stand and taking you back where you belonged.

#biker!steve rogers #Steve Rogers x reader #steve rogers x poc!reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fanfiction #biker au

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wrenrogue · 1 year

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Kenma often finds himself staring at Kuroo's back when he's not looking.

During their time playing volleyball, he would find himself staring when Kuroo would do his warmup stretches; he would think of the muscles he's developed over the years from training. How they must've tightened and pulled apart under his shirt when he'd flex when he'd jump to spike or block a ball. Or when he moved into his new house and Kuroo had helped Kenma carry many of his boxes into his home, rolling up his sleeves in the process, and how after a day of heavy lifting, Kuroo had stood proudly in the middle of Kenma's living room, admiring his work, hands on his hips like superman, because in a lot of ways, he was Kenma's superman.

How we would fall asleep on his desk from overworking himself, and how Kenma would then touch his back to rouse him and take him to bed, where Kenma would hold him, sighing as he snuggled closer into the curve of Kuroo's back, feeling the solidness that was Kuroo in front of him.

Kuroo's back is sturdy, firm and constant, much like Kuroo's reliability. He's someone Kenma, and practically everybody else, could rely and lean on, whenever they needed his unyielding support.

Kuroo's back is security, as Kenma plays his games against him when he no longer wants to socialize with their friend group for the night. It was security as Kuroo lead him through busy streets full of people that pushed and shoved to get to their destinations.

Kuroo's back is comfort when he's falling asleep against it as Kuroo works on his own projects. Kuroo's back is what home must feel like whenever Kenma sees it as he walks into their kitchen in the morning, the smell of their breakfast in the air.

Kenma admires Kuroo's back as he stands in front of their mirror, fixing himself nervously, finding any last minute blemishes. He wants to make a good impression on his work interview. Kenma knows he'll get the job, but he gives him a good luck kiss anyway on his way out.

Kenma admires Kuroo's back whenever he takes him on business trips where he sometimes shows a lucky group of kids the wonders of volleyball. How he's gentle with them as he does his job of inspiring the next generation of volleyball players.

Kenma admires his back when Kuroo leans down to help a kid tie his shoelaces or how he gently tells another that the redness of her arms is just a little internal bleeding and that it will go away if she just keeps practicing. Things Kenma has heard before when they were kids.

Kenma ogles Kuroo's back after their intimate moments, how Kenma can fully appreciate Kuroo's naked muscles on full display, how his back is marked with Kenma's handiwork from their night of lovemaking. Kenma traces those marks with his finger, the one that now has a shiny new ring on it, as Kuroo sleeps peacefully, pillows shoved on each side of his head, a habit he's yet to fully outgrow out of. Kenma thinks he's okay with that as he leaves a kiss between Kuroo's shoulder blades, before drifting off to sleep.

Kenma sometimes finds himself rubbing Kuroo's back as he slumps over him, exhaustion apparent from breaking down in Kenma's arm. He rubs gently with his hands, kissing Kuroo's temple, showing that he's there and will continue to be there as long as Kuroo needs him. Because although Kuroo has provided Kenma with comfort and safety, sometimes Kuroo needs it too.

The pillar can only stand so long against hardships before they too, need support, before they end up collapsing from the damage. Kenma has never been one to navigate emotions gracefully, he finds them troublesome. But loving Kuroo isn't troublesome, so he's willing to try.

Kenma often finds himself staring at Kuroo's back when he's not looking. But sometimes Kuroo does look; sometimes he turns around at the right moment and he gets a glimpse of the home Kenma has made for him in the gold of his eyes. And Kuroo only smiles and ask "what are you thinking about?" only for Kenma to respond with the same line he's given him many times before, because Kuroo can ask for it as many times as he wants, and Kenma will give it to him as many times too, "how much I love you."

#kuroken #kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma #meow #2021 #ficlet #bananaposting #because it's vaguely suggestive for like 2 sentences #rereading this again and I feel like I need to rework this one some more #because the grammar seems really off and way too much purple prose for my liking asjhdhjsadhjsada #but here it is archived in the case I never get to workshopping it

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usedpidemo · 1 year

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Radical Red v3.1 Random Encounters (Route 1 only).

Yeah, this randomizer was cracked. Four legendary Pokémon and they're all insanely powerful. For reference, this was on scaled, so the species were randomized to match equal strength (I don't know why the game won't acknowledge it though), but it's insane that I got both Kubfu and Cosmog, albeit Kubfu was a day time exclusive only. It's insane you can get Urshifu-Rapid Strike as early as before Mt. Moon because of a lone Water Stone, and he was doing most of the carrying while the Cosmogs took nearly halfway to fully evolve. Lunala is absolutely cracked, to no one's surprise, being able to survive any one hit even facing down +2 enemies from full and inducing burns or paralysis back—depending on what the situation requires. Most of the lategame was heavily dependent on wearing down physical attackers with Wisp + Roost until they were in range to a boosted Hex or inducing paralysis as one of the very few speed control users. MVP easily. Solgaleo has the bulk to abuse Weakness Policy and slam enemies down with +2 Sunsteel Strike. I just wish it had access to something like Rock Polish or Autotomize because it had so much potential to sweep, but was held back by it's lackluster speed. Scarfed Urshifu-Rapid did a lot of the late game cleaning, picking off sashed leads with Surging Strikes. Not a lot of Rocky Helmet/Rough Skin abusers around really benefitted him and Urshifu-Dark. Cradily and Zebstrika were only there for the Lorelei rain matchup, but otherwise, the legendary quartet did most of the heavy lifting. At points I wanted to use the other mons and box the Legendaries because it was getting too easy, but I ultimately crutched on them for most of the run, heh. Never look a gift horse in the mouth. I still don't know if the randomizer is consistent; I've heard the encounter pool changes every day, but once I caught all the available mons with DexNav, I never really bothered to look back.

29 losses—2 to the Ariana & Archer tag battle, 2 to Silph Giovanni, 1 to May, 1 to Blaine, 3 to Cerulean Cave Giovanni, 1 to Lorelei, 5 to Bruno, 7 to Agatha, 2 to Lance, and 5 to Blue. I absolutely despise Agatha's Marshadow, being basically a perfect counter to my whole team with Ghost/Fighting dual STAB and being generally faster than my whole team. Spectrier, despite having the most one dimensional movepool ever and Scarf, two shotted Urshifu-Single even resisted. I found the Urshifu-Rapid lead to be more favorable for my team against Bruno than the Infernape lead. As for Blue, the faster matchups were just really annoying, and the AI clearly is smarter than at times—even my Scarf Urshifu-Rapid couldn't outrun Pheromosa. Crazy. Whenever I used Surging Strikes, it would U-turn out, but if I went for U-turn, it would go for Close Combat. Primal Groudon was arguably the biggest problem, being incapable of being statused by paralysis or burn and paralyzing the whole team outside of Zebstrika, who gets oneshot by any of its moves anyway. The goal was not for rocks to get up on my side on the field, which really hampered Lunala's Shadow Shield ability, even with Roost. It came down to Lunala being able to survive a Dark Hole from Yveltal on a damage roll, even at full, then chipping with Moonblast + Thunder from Zebstrika, otherwise it would get destroyed by Sucker Punch if Rocks are up. Mega Metagross is a strange one; it would go for Bullet Punch at times to fail Urshifu-Single's Sucker Punch even when the latter was healthy and Urshifu-Rapid wouldn't be able to take it out.

Anyway, this is kind of a way for me to practice a little but of writing between fics XD I get to tear my brain out because of bad RNG have fun playing Pokémon while getting my word count up by a bit. I'm not sure what kind of themed runs I wanna do. Monotype is overdone, Mono-region seems the most promising but the pool is extremely vast, but whichever way the wind blows for me, I guess.

#pokemon #pokemon radical red #rom hack

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dreamy625 · 1 year

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Everyday without you in my heart - one-shot

Words: 1039

Content: Something for Sad Steve Day. Set January 8th 1992.

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It’s mid-afternoon when Phil hears the security gate buzzer. With Jackie and Rory not due back until the evening and not expecting visitors, he assumes it to be a delivery driver who will eventually notice the large, bright yellow, mailbox conveniently sited right next to the bell and work out what to do with it, so carries on fitting the new strings to his third-favourite acoustic. But the buzzer sounds again, three little trills, so, sighing, he puts the guitar down carefully and walks into the kitchen to look at the monitor. The screen shows a woman standing a little way back from the gatepost with her head tilted down, but, even in black and white, and even if he hadn’t been trying to call her all morning, he would recognise that head of messy curls anywhere - Maddie! But what the hell was she doing here? Quickly he presses the gate-opener and heads outside to meet her.

Maddie has stopped a few steps inside the gate, poised on one foot and looking like she’s deciding whether to turn back again. When she sees Phil coming down the drive, she gives him a weak, apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry. Turning up like this. I just didn’t know where else to go.”

“You’re always welcome, you know that.” Unhooking the heavy backpack from her shoulder, he gives her a one-armed hug. “Come on, I’ll make you some tea.”

“Explains why I couldn’t get you on the phone this morning anyway.”

“Yeah, I was on a plane. Had to be at Newark by 8am.”

As Phil pulls out teabags (imported from England) and switches on the kettle (also imported from England, and requiring a box of electronics cooked up by Phay to work on a US socket), Maddie wanders restlessly around the kitchen picking things up and putting them down again.

“It’s changed a lot since we… since I was last here. I like it, very… shiny.”

“We remodelled last year. It was a bit rustic for our tastes.”

“And you look great! You’ve been lifting weights again haven’t you?”

“Thanks. And you look…” He turns to look at her. Red is a bit of a theme - red hair of course, but also red eyes and a red nose. She’s wearing ripped jeans and a t-shirt he recognises as one of Steve’s. “...terrible. Oh Maddie.”

The concern in his voice cracks the polite facade and Maddie starts to cry. No wailing, her face just creases up and fat tears run down her cheeks unchecked. Phil grabs the only thing to hand, a dishtowel, and pats ineffectually at her face.

“It’s okay, love, it’s okay.”

“I can’t believe it’s been a year.”

“I know.”

“I just… miss him… so much.” she hiccups.

“Of course you do. Of course. I miss him too.”

He abandons the towel and lets her sob into his shirt. She feels frail and insubstantial in his arms. Minutes pass and the weeping shows no signs of slowing up. His t-shirt is now decidedly soggy, and even a petite woman hanging round your neck starts to feel pretty heavy after a while, weight training or no weight training. Shuffling backwards, he steers her into the den. While trying to manoeuvre them both onto the sofa, somehow Maddie ends up on his lap and, instead of moving away, she curls into him, her face against his neck. He shifts awkwardly, trying to find somewhere to put his hands without touching anywhere inappropriate, but once he settles on a shoulder and an elbow as safe territory, it starts to feel more comfortable, comforting even.

“I didn’t know… what to do.”

“Me neither. Heh, I’ve restrung all my guitars today. They didn’t even need doing.”

“It’s like… no one else… remembered. I was going to go… to Sheffield. I know they’re doing something… at the grave. But the family don’t want me around, so…”

“So you came here instead?” He feels her nod. “I’m glad you did. And we can remember him just as well here.”

She nods again. The tears have dried to just an occasional sniffle. Phil drops a light kiss on the top of her head and rubs her shoulder.

“This is Steve’s shirt isn’t it?”

“I only wear the ones that were in the wash when he… the others are still in the drawers. His jackets… I just open the cupboard to touch them sometimes. They still smell like him. But it’s fading now. I don’t know what I’ll do when it’s gone altogether.”

“The only guitar I didn’t do was the one of his that Joe filched for me. It’s still got the original strings he played.”

“Don’t ever change them.”

“I won’t.”

“Sometimes I still hear him playing, like he’s just in the other room.”

“Me too. When I was playing along with the demo tapes, it was like he was there with me. I looked up so many times to say ‘did you mean that to be a G?”, and then remembered.”

“D’you think he is up there somewhere, watching over us?”

“Now that is a big question.”

“I wish… I don’t believe in heaven. But I can’t believe he’s in that hole in the ground either.”

“It doesn’t matter, because he’s in here.” He taps her forehead and then his own.

“Yeah. So many memories.” She sighs. “My head is full of him.”

Lost in his own thoughts, Phil continues to stroke Maddie’s shoulder soothingly with his thumb until he notices that her breathing has slowed and her grip on the front of his shirt loosened. Craning his head around, he sees that her eyes are closed. For a moment he feels gratified that he has succeeded in calming her, then realises he is now trapped for the foreseeable future. Oh well, if it helps Maddie, if it helps them both…

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Phil is startled from his doze by a light touch on his shoulder. He blinks and looks up to Jackie standing over him.

“It’s not what it looks like.”

“I know. I know what day it is.” She looks down at the still-sleeping woman cradled in her husband’s arms, “Is she okay?”

“No, not really.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I mean, no, but, you know…”

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(This is based on a sad but comforting dream I had. I bet Phil gives really good hugs.)

#steve clark #steve clark fanfic #steve clark fanfiction #def leppard fanfic #def leppard fanfiction #one-shot #sad steve day #death #death and dying

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