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bluecollarmcandtf · 6 days

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"Dude, I took over your dad's body.."

"...and goddamn is there a lot of him to work with! I've been a ghost for years now, but I've never been inside a 6' 3" ex-linebacker! I've been checking him out all afternoon, and let me tell you that this man is big and hairy all over," he punctuates his comment with a wink.

Your dad, the man you've looked up to your entire life, is saying things you don't want to think about while casually laying on the couch in nothing but a robe and booty shorts. The urge to puke is suppressed, but you know that Jimmy has crossed a line here. Your deceased friend has possessed bullies, professors, and more, but he's never had the balls to take over your own family. What was he thinking?

"I jumped into him while he was at work. I think his coworkers probably found it strange when I picked up his briefcase and waddled his ass out the door," Jimmy chuckles at the memory, "But don't worry. Your old man had plenty of sick days he wasn't gonna use."

It doesn't take long for you to burst out in anger at the spirit controlling your father. Your face is hot, and you can't stand to watch your dad get puppetted around like a fool!

"Calm the fuck down!" he swears uncharacteristically, "Give this big guy a hug. Come here. Daddy needs some love..."

The thought of hugging your father while he's being forced to act like this feels wrong, but you relent. A part of you is glad for the embrace. It might not actually be your dad, but paternal comfort is exactly what you need right now, and your real dad isn't the type to give his child a hug.

"That's it, son," Jimmy pets your head with your father's thick hands, "Let daddy take care of you. Let your dumb old fart-of-a-father give you some much-needed attention."

You can't help but chuckle at the self-deprecating joke. Your real dad was too proud to laugh at himself, and he'd never made an effort to be anything other than distant and formal with you. In fact, there was a lot your real dad would never do; he'd never leave the office in the middle of the day, he'd never lay around the house like a lazy bum, and he'd certainly never let his hairy chest and thick legs be on full display in front of his disappointing gay son.

Suddenly, while still embraced, you realize there's something poking into your waist.

"Sorry, dude," your father whispers in your ear, "I guess your dad is just happy to see you."

You push him away, insisting that Jimmy needs to stay out of family members' bodies because this just feels so wrong! You search the pair of unnaturally blank eyes for any sign that Jimmy might be listening to you.

"You need to relax, bro," your dad (Jimmy) groans in annoyance. He looks disappointed, but then he sparks up and gives you a new look of excitement. "Son," he says with exaggerated machismo, "Take a page from my book and learn to chill out. It doesn't matter what the world thinks about you or me. I'll prove it to you..."

With a placid grin and blank gaze, your father lumbers past and marches straight out the front door of the house. You're almost too stunned to follow. Was Jimmy really going to parade your dad's body around the neighborhood in nothing but his robe?

"Afternoon, neighbor," your father's rumbling tone bellows across the street, "Lovely weather, today. My son thought I should take my fat hairy gut for a little stroll in the sun. You know us dads have got to keep our boys happy. Am I right?"

Mr. Jones stares at your father from his porch, just as shocked as you are. He often drank beers with this man and every other neighborhood dad at backyard barbecues and living room game watches. This was not how he normally interacted with the man, and it obviously struck him as weird.

"You alright, Bob?" he asks hesitantly.

"Right as rain, neighbor!" Jimmy answers with a tone that's too goofy to pass as my dad's, "If that's how you're staring at me now, I wonder what'll happen if I take this robe off..."

Before Mr. Jones can process the flirtation in your father's voice, you shuffle your dad further down the street and away from the whole interaction. That may have been hilarious, but Jimmy was going to destroy any reputation and respect your father had around here!

You demand to know where Jimmy is going with this body. It's not like you have any ability to even slow the ghost down when he's got the weight and strength of your 200 lb father.

"I'm thinking the park. Your dad could use some cardio," he smirks, an unfamiliar expression on the grown man's face, "Or maybe the public bathroom on the north end. You know, it has that hole in the stall..."

No amount of reasoning or arguments can change Jimmy's mind. Apparently he's set on wearing your father to the city's most notorious gay hookup spot.

"Don't look at me like that," his gravelly voice sounds amused by your frustration, "With me in charge, your dad will be the dirtiest slut that bathroom's ever seen. Don't you think it'll be funny to see such a massive, manly bear serving man after man in there?"

You sigh in disbelief.

"Or...maybe I don't have to rent out your dad's body to a bunch of strangers..."

You wonder where he's going with this. It sounds like an ultimatum is coming, and you don't like the idea of your crazy dead friend giving you an ultimatum.

"...your dad could hold off on bottoming for strangers...if...you let him be your submissive little bitch."

The choice is an annoying one, but you're pretty sure you can't let your dad have unprotected sex with strangers in a public place. This is what he'd want right?

"That's what I thought," the grin on your father's face twists maniacally. He tussles your hair like he's the proudest dad in the world, "Let's head on back home, buddy. Daddy's gonna lick every inch of sweat off that body of yours. He's got years of emotional absence to make up for."

One of his beefy arms cradles your back and turns you around. You're relieved to no longer be headed towards the public bathroom, but you're still a little nervous about what awaits you at home. How does Jimmy expect you to enjoy any of this when it's your dad doing all these things to you?

"Daddy's gonna treat you to a night that's all about you," he goes on, "Cooking you dinner, rubbing your feet, cuddling on the couch, and so much more. I want you to think of some humiliating things daddy can do for you while we walk back. Make sure they're extra degrading or your dad will just have to step out of the house and degrade himself where the entire city can see..."

The last comment gives you butterflies in your stomach, but it also gives you a bit of a hard-on. Maybe Jimmy playing with your dad wasn't so scary of an idea after all. With him possessed, anything was on the table: personal affirmations, some much needed bonding, roleplay, revenge, humiliation. Heck, you could even give your father a golden shower and Jimmy would have him smiling through it!

Walking home, you steal glances at your dad, towering over you as his rotund gut leads the way. Home can't come fast enough!

#gay dad and son #male possession #gay dad bod #male mind control #body swap #gay fatty

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slasherscream · 1 month

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Wash Day

pairing: jordan li x fem black!reader

"You wanna go out to dinner tonight? Know I've been busy this week. Feel like I've barely seen you." Jordan mutters against the shell of your ear. You shiver as he gives the skin a teasing kiss.

Already you're pouting, knowing what your answer has to be even though you wish so desperately that you could give a different response. "Wish I could, Jordan. But my night is already spoken for."

You're spun around by a hand on your hip, playful and fast so that you can't stop yourself from falling into his chest. Your hands grip his jacket for balance, and he reaches up to hold one of them with his own. "You got plans? With who? Cate? Cancel them."

"Brat." You laugh.

How demanding Jordan is would be less cute if they ever asked you to do something they themselves wouldn't. As it stands, with the way they do anything you ask at the drop of a hat, all you can do is roll your eyes and pretend to be exasperated instead of smitten.

"Fine, don't cancel. I'll just come with." Jordan sighs, as if seeing his best friend is a great tragedy (Which it is. Cate being there means you'll smack Jordan's hand away when he tries to sneak it up your skirt at dinner.)

"What if we want a girls' night?" You shoot back, grinning.

Jordan shifts. The hands on your waist are smaller now, but pull you in closer, "You're the one who's feeling bratty. Really have been neglecting you this week, huh baby?" Jordan smirks, in that condescending way she does when she realizes you're trying to get a certain reaction out of her.

"The plans aren't with Cate, and they aren't cancellable." You sigh, deciding not to rise to the bait of her tone, smirk, or the little circles she's rubbing into your skin.

"What are these oh so important plans?" Jordan asks.

"Do you know how many white boys have complimented my hair today, Jordan?" You ask.

"Pardon?" Jordan blinks at what seems to be a completely unrelated topic.

"Six! Six white boys complimented my braids today. I'm about to kill myself, if we're being honest. I must looked fucked up, and you didn't even say anything." You pout.

You've been having a bit of a rough day, to say the least.

"You look beautiful. What are you talking about?" Jordan asks, confused but nonetheless, wanting to make you feel better. "If you didn't look good I'd very politely... have Cate tell you. But you look great! You've been getting compliments all day, you just said it yourself!"

"Wow, you'd throw Cate under the bus, huh coward?"

"Cate isn't interested in making out with you every spare second of the day. I am. You can be mad at her. I've got stuff I wanna do." Jordan's grin is downright salacious. You smack her arm, trying not to smile.

"Ah. You are operating under the same delusions of the white man. I see that now, I'll let go of the anger." You say, sighing and kissing Jordan on the cheek.

"First of all, don't you ever fucking insult me like that again.... Second of all, what particular delusion am I sharing with the white man?" Jordan asks.

"White men only compliment a black woman's hairstyle at two points in time. When it's brand spanking, fresh off the lot new. Or when it's started to look like shit. I've had these braids in for longer than... is your business. So guess which compliment I'm getting right now?"

"I fucking refuse to say your hair looks like shit, and this conversation feels like a trap. You're always beautiful to me." Jordan says.

"Thank you, baby. But we live on a campus where the diversity win photographers lurk around every corner trying to get pictures of 'The Diversity Win Couple' in our most natural state. I need to take out my braids tonight before I talk crazy in the group chat, and Andre sends me a 'this you?' pic that will devastate my argument." You shake your head somberly, already imagining the fate that lies before you.

"You could stop talking crazy in the group chat." Jordan teases.

"You know damn well I'm not capable of that."

The two of you burst into laughter, unable to keep it together. Jordan has always been obsessed with how easy it is for you to make them laugh.

"Is that gonna take up your whole night, though, baby? We don't have to go to dinner early! We'll go wherever you want." Jordan insists, tone bordering on begging.

Whenever they come out of a particularly busy week, they spend the next two weeks glued to you. As if to make up for it. The clinginess is a stark difference from how they acted before you made things official.

"Jordan, look at the braids on my head."

"I'm looking at them."

"Are you seeing them with your eyes?"

"Yes, and my eyes are sending the image to my brain, which I assure you is working. What's your point here, baby?"

"How long do you think it will take me to undo these, detangle my hair, wash it, deep condition it, and then wash it again?"

Jordan squints at you for a long moment, analyzing your hairstyle and the utter displeasure on your face. "I dunno? Maybe... four hours?"

"I should fucking murder you. Just for that, you're helping me with wash day now."

Jordan's face breaks into a grin like sunlight breaking through clouds, "So I do get to spend the day with you, is what you're saying?"

"Yeah, baby, you get to spend the day with me." You click your tongue at them. Pitying them for the ache in their fingers they're about to feel. They complain about curling their God damn hair a couple of times a week. You suspect you'll be ready to kill one another by hour two.

But you also missed them a lot. Or whatever.

"Don't cut too high up, Jordie. " You whine, shifting his grip lower on your braid, to an acceptable cutting length of the hair extension.

"Baby... can I ask you a very serious question right now?" Jordan hums, obediently cutting where you instructed.

"What?" You ask, already starting to unbraid the piece.

"How... long... do you think your hair is?" Jordan, to be fair to him, does ask the question quietly and with the proper amount of hesitation.

"How dare you! Are you calling me bald?" You gasp, stifling a laugh.

"Don't do this to me. You are prolonging the process. We can cut these braids at least four inches higher than what we're doing right now." Jordan says, you can't see his face but you can tell he's also trying not to laugh. Bastard.

"My hair grew!"

"From the top of your head. It did not magically lower itself further into the fucking braid extension." Jordan loses the battle and laughs.

"Jordan Li do not fucking cut off any of my hair or I'll cry and then blow up this school."

"Of course, princess." Jordan kisses the top of your head and gives in to your terrorist demands because you're cute.

"So how am I supposed to do it, baby?" Jordan claps her hands and you smile at how eager she sounds to help.

"You're gonna want to section it off. Do like... eight parts of hair. That'll make literally every step after this easier. Then you're gonna comb the hair from the bottom, 'kay?"

"Got it."

Jordan starts the process of parting your hair, careful and slow. Fingers sectioning off eight chunks of hair that she keeps apart with the silky hair ties you hand her over your shoulder.

"You sure you don't want me to comb it, Jordie?" You ask Jordan.

"I'll be gentle, don't worry. You always say your shoulders hurt at the end of wash day. Which is crazy, because I've seen what you can bench. I've got you, baby." She spritzes extra detangler spray on each of the parts she just made.

You move around slightly, a little sore already from sitting still between her legs for so long, but smiling to yourself nonetheless. A pillow is suddenly shoved into your face and you lean away, confused.

"Sit on this one instead. It'll be better." Jordan says.

You switch out the pillows and tilt your head back to look at her. "Why're you always right? Is that your kink?"

"No, my kink is bossing you around." Jordan smirks and leans down to give you a kiss. Despite the awkward angle you can't help trying to deepen the contact. The feeling of her soft lips sliding against yours, firm but gentle, is always irresistible.

She hums and gives you a playful nip before pulling away. "Don't start something we can't finish."

"Who says we can't?" You shoot back, staring up at her.

"You will be pissed an hour from now if you glance at your phone and we haven't made any progress." Jordan runs her thumb along your bottom lip before pushing your head forward.

"Who says it will take an hour?"

"I do. If we start, I'm not stopping." Jordan's voice dips seductively and a line of tension runs up the length of your spine.

You smack her thigh for teasing you, "Shut up."

"Is this comfortable?" Jordan frowns, staring at the angle your head has to be at to fit in the bowl of the sink.

"No, but this is the best angle this chair can get me to." You say. Usually you just wash in the shower, but since Jordan is helping the sink makes more sense.

Jordan stands, scowling at how uncomfortable you seem. Suddenly he grins, "Baby! Make a chair with your shields. Something that leans."

You were getting a lot better with being able to make complex shapes, with less concentration. You stand up from the chair you'd dragged from the common room. Jordan pulls it out of the way and gives you an encouraging thumbs up.

It takes you a minute, but you conjure a shield that resembles a salon chair and the both of you let out identical cries of delight.

Jordan pushes you to sit down with a kiss on your forehead. "That's my fucking girl. Tell me if the temperature is too hot."

Jordan washes your hair with the perfect amount of pressure and thoroughness. He's nearly rhythmic in his methodical cleaning. You didn't realize your eyes had fluttered closed until you hear him laugh. You open one eye to glare at him playfully, knowing he won't get soap in them.

"What's so funny?"

"You're like a cat. You gonna purr for me, baby?" He smirks.

"If you keep going like that, yeah. Or I'll fall asleep. Please don't make me fall asleep. I'll fall on my ass." You say.

"I'll endeavor to make the rest of the wash as unpleasant as possible."

He does not do that. And at one point you do fall asleep. Jordan catches you before you can actually fall. 'Thank God for Supe reflexes', you both think. You spend the rest of the wash with your eyes wide open and Jordan laughing at you.

"Did we put too much?" Jordan asks, dabbing at another drip of oil and conditioner down your brow.

"No, this is typical. The hair has to be saturated. It's dripping because the oil is you know... getting hot and even more liquid-y." You say, eyeing the episode of Property Brother's you'd both decided on. "Hm. I think that woman should be put to death."

Jordan was keeping vigilant about dabbing at the sides of your face. You'd been in charge of one side, at first. But Jordan seemed to have a sixth sense for when the other side was dripping as well, and kept interrupting you before you could get to any trickles of oil. You'd given up and just started narrating the show for her as she wasn't taking her eyes off the line of your brow.

"Why? What did she do?" Jordan dabs again.

"She wants to put up a fence that blocks the view of the historical house that she did not have to buy if she wanted a fence so bad." You roll your eyes.

"Is the city gonna let her?"

"No."

"Haha. 500k down the drain." Jordan cackles.

"Anti-gentrification win!" You hold out your fist for a fist-bump and Jordan obediently obliges, oil soaked rag still held in her fist.

A comfortable silence falls over you two, besides the noise of the portable hair dryer.

"I really think we put too much, baby." Jordan mutters, dabbing again.

"I have been doing this since I was twelve, Jordan!"

"Play the video again, one speed slower this time." Jordan's eyes are glued to your phone.

You're sitting between his legs again, cushioned by the (superior) pillow of his choosing. You were trying to decide on a simple hair style when Jordan saw a picture of Mini Twists and got excited to see you in them.

("You've already seen me in mini twists, Jordie. What are you talking about?"

"You weren't my girlfriend the last time you wore them though! Now you are, and I get to look at you as much as I want."

So that had decided that.)

"Okay, I think I got it. 'M gonna start with a braid base, without making the parts too big, then start twisting the hair with two strands, and that will make it last longer, right?"

"Right." You smile at how focused Jordan sounds.

They're hot when they're in the zone. You just didn't think they'd get so into helping you with your hair. But you should have known, really. Acts of service paired with their inner perfectionist? You're completely relaxed at this point. You know Jordan won't have you walking out of your room looking crazy, come hell or high water.

"Is this okay?" Jordan shows you a picture of the back of your head, three rows of twists done.

You gasp, snatching the phone, "That's my head?"

"Uh... yes?" Jordan answers slowly.

"The back of my head? The head on my body?"

"Should I start over?"

"Fuck you! These are almost better than mine. Who's hair are you playing around in when I'm not here, Jordan LI?"

"Stop using my fucking government name." Jordan tilts your head back to look at him with a gentle grip on your neck, grinning down at you. "You play too fucking much. You sure they're good, princess? It's okay if I need to redo them."

"I'm gonna give you orgasms that will make you lose brain cells."

"Baby!" Jordan laughs, rolling his eyes. "I'm serious. Do any of them need redoing?"

"The first row is really fucking good for a beginner but the second row is damn near perfect." You say.

"I'll redo the first row then." Jordan kisses your temple before moving you to face forward again.

"I said they were good!" You protest.

"But the second row is better. I want the whole thing to look good. Don't want you feeling self conscious cause I fucked up the style, y'know." Jordan mumbles.

You tilt your head back to look at him, ignoring him sucking his teeth (a habit he picked up from you) at you moving.

"I love you, Jordie. Thank you for helping me today." You coo.

You watch his face go red with a grin. He grins back, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss. When he tries to pull away too soon you whine, holding him close by the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Wanna kiss you. You're sweet." You breathe the words against his lips, insistently continuing the caress.

He sighs, smitten, and let's you lead for a moment. Hand finding it's way back to your neck and tightening just enough to make you gasp. Still, he pulls away too quickly.

"I'm gonna fuck you up." You scowl at him.

"The only thing you're gonna fuck up is your neck, brat. This is a horrible angle for you." Jordan's smile is so soft at the edges it's your turn to blush.

"Speak for yourself."

"No, I'm too busy speaking on behalf of your neck."

"Well, I'm speaking on behalf of my-"

"Pussy?"

"I was going to say raging hormones but that's a lot more to the point, yeah. Or maybe I was going to say something romantic. You ever think of that, Jordie? Huh?"

"Were you going to say something romantic?" Jordan hums.

"No."

"Let me do your hair in peace." Jordan turns you forward again with a laugh.

"Turn this way." Jordan instructs, snapping another picture.

"I don't know whether you're worse than an Instagram hair stylist or a Mom." You ponder, words barely audible because your girlfriend is scary.

"Shut up and smile." Jordan scowls.

As if engraved into your genetic code the words make you do just that. You suffer through another 20 pictures being taken before you say enough is enough.

Jordan happily shows you the pictures, as if you hadn't seen yourself in the mirror just a minute ago. Or ever. The grin on her face so wide it looks like it hurts.

"You like it, baby?" Jordan asks again.

"It looks so good, Jordie. It looks like I paid someone honestly."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You drape your arms around her shoulders. "How's this angle?"

"For what?" Jordan tilts her head to the side, puzzled.

"For kissing. Since you were so worried about the angle before."

Jordan scoffs, but she's the one to pull you in. She doesn't pull away this time.

A/N: i needed reader to have a goofball vibe because i have a goofball vibe. if you enjoyed this fic consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anonymous ask saying you enjoyed it! a writers fuel is engagement. xoxoxo

#jordan li x reader #jordan li imagine #jordan li #black!reader #black reader #IVE WORKED ON THIS ONE TOO LONG FUCK IT WE BALL #last few jordan li readers i've written have not had a reader who is a goofball #and if someone acted like this around me (hot brooding and scowling)#i suffer from jester syndrome. i would need to make them laugh

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thornsnvultures · 1 year

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Already There

Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x plus size!fem!reader

cw: slight angst, 950 words

a/n: a short follow up to my fic Ooey Gooey after Bucky leaves with Sam. I've had this 2/3rds written for like 5 or 6 months now 🙃 finished up the rest of it for @the-slumberparty 's week two prompt: Write a drabble/one shot as a continuation to one of your previous works. Based on the song "I'm Already There" by Lonestar. divider by @/firefly-graphics

Bucky can't sleep. Anxiety seeping through his bones. His body isn't used to being on the road for this long anymore.

Sitting at the edge of the too soft, too small bed in just his boxers. Even though the room is cool he's covered in sweat from a night of tossing and turning.

Bucky runs his hands through his hair and thinks of you. How your warm smile can wipe away all his worries. It's why he starts every day with you at the general store. And why he feels your absence so strongly now.

He wants to see you.

It's been days but it feels like years. His phone is a brick, built for making emergency calls out in the middle of nowhere, not video calls like Sam's fancy new iPhone. It still has an antenna for fuck's sake. Until you, Bucky didn't have a reason for a real cell phone. He knows Sam wouldn't mind Bucky using his but Bucky's not waking him up so he can tease him about giving his sort of girlfriend a call at one am.

So Bucky sits there, contemplating. He scratches his stubbled jaw, worrying at his lower lip. Would you even pick up this late at night? You said you'd answer no matter what, but this is different from his usual 9am calls when you're already up and most likely at work.

"Fuck."

Sam stirs behind him on the other bed but doesn't wake. Bucky throws on a pair of sweats and heads for the door to the balcony, grabbing the brick on his way out.

The cool night air wraps around Bucky his sweat slick skin feeling tight as he closes the sliding glass door. There's not much of a view, just the parking lot of this old motel and the fog dense trees beyond.

But the moon, she's nearly full and so, so bright.

Bucky takes a deep breath and dials your number, pushing away thoughts of whether or not he deserves to hear your voice right now. It doesn't matter, he can be selfish for a moment.

The phone rings twice and in those short seconds Bucky's heart rate skyrockets almost painfully until, finally, you answer.

"Bucky?"

The breathy way you whisper his name makes his stomach tighten. It's a moment too long before he responds.

"Hey."

"Everything okay?"

Bucky can hear your sheets rustling, the switch to your lamp clicking on as you presumably sit up in bed.

"Yeah...yeah I'm sorry for waking you. Just couldn't sleep."

He hesitates, the frayed drawstring hanging from his sweats unraveling even more as Bucky plays with it while he takes a deep, shaking breath.

"I -- uh, I wanted to hear your voice."

"Oh."

You sound surprised. Bucky hesitates.

"I'm sorry, it's late I'll let you get back to sleep."

"No! No, it's okay. I'm glad you called."

"Yeah?"

"Of course, Bucky," your giggle makes Bucky smile, feel that warmth spread through his chest again like it did the last time he saw you. Filling him to burst with that one sound.

"God I miss you, sugar. Sam's keeping me up all night with his snoring."

"Oh, no. Is it that bad?," you gasp in mock horror.

Bucky smirks as one of Sam's snores rattles through the glass door behind him.

"The worst, sugar. He could wake the dead."

"Should'a sent you off with ear plugs, huh?"

"Mm, you'll have to remind me next time."

Bucky pauses at the prospect of a "next time", of leaving you again when he's just got started loving you like he's wanted to for what feels like forever.

"I miss you, sugar."

"I miss you too, Buck," he can hear your sweet smile. It makes his heart ache.

Bucky's throat feels tight. He didn't know how much he needed to see your beautiful face every day until he left.

"Is it silly to feel this way? Like I can't breathe without you here."

"It's not silly," you sniffle on the other end of the line and Bucky almost regrets saying anything.

"I can't wait to feel you again. Take you in my arms and not let you go."

You laugh into the receiver and Bucky can't stop from smiling.

"Sam will have to pry me off you with a crowbar to get you off me and back to the Mill."

"He's welcome to try," Bucky practically snarls.

"I love you, Bucky."

He swallows the lump in his throat, taken aback by your sudden admission.

"I know you're having a hard time, but I'm right there with you, sleeping under the same moonlight and wishing you were right here with me. It's not silly. You're not asking for too much. And I miss you way more than you miss me."

Bucky scoffs at your teasing and wipes at his eyes. "No way, sugar.

"Prove it to me when you get back, then. Show me how much you missed me when you see me again and we'll decide then."

"I love you, sugar."

"I know. Make it back home safe so I can have you all to myself."

Bucky adjusts his sleep pants, imagining all the ways he can have you just how he wants to.

"Get some sleep, Buck. I need to know you'll be safe out there on the road."

"I will. I promise."

"Good. Good night, handsome.

"Goodnight, sugar."

Bucky hangs up, giving the antenna a satisfying click shut. He takes one last look at the moon before heading back inside and crawling under the covers. For the first time since before his accident, Bucky falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. And he dreams of you, bathed in moonlight.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fan fiction #bucky barnes x plus size!reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes imagines #lumberjack!bucky barnes #bucky barnes drabble #navy and roo sleepover #my fics

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somber-sapphic · 1 year

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HIII IT'S ME OMG IM SO EXCITED COULD YOU POST THE NEW FIC ALL IN ONE PART??? CUZ I CAN'T WAIT TO READ IT EEEHHEHEH I LOVE LONG FICS ALSO IM KINDA NEW TO TUMBLR SO IDK HOW TO USE A LOT OF FEATURES AND THE ONLY WAY IVE FOUND TO MESSAGE PPL IS THE REQUEST PART LOL - 🦊

I'VE GOT YOU 🦊!! Sorry it took so long to upload, I thought of something else so I added and then had to edit that part :) I hope you enjoy!

Everything's Just Fine

You get sick and Emily is away with the team on a case. You were frustrated that you weren't able to help, so instead of resting you decided to do all of the paperwork that you could find. A great decision, right?

Word Count: 3k

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You sniffled and rubbed your bleary eyes, trying to focus on the pile of paperwork you were trying desperately to get through. Hotch had deemed you ‘too sick’ to go with them on the case, but he wasn’t there, leaving you to your own devices. You’d helped solve it by working through Garcia, who you had threatened into silence (in reality, you’d begged her to let you help and flashed the best puppy dog eyes you had) and your team would be home in three hours.

Penelope had agreed to stay silent, but only if you drank the gallons of tea she shoved down your throat. You were sure that she’d laced it with some sort of medication, so you just pretended to drink. It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate her attempts to coddle you, it was just that you didn’t want her to see you so vulnerable. You didn’t want anyone to see you like this, it was embarrassing.

Your nose was running practically nonstop, your chest ached, you couldn’t stop shivering and every five seconds was filled with painful coughs or gross, wet sneezes. Every cough and sneeze tore through your already sore throat, making it feel like you had swallowed glass. The pressure in your sinuses made it feel like your head was about to burst. There was a good chance that the next fit of coughing would send your brain exploding out of your buzzing ears.

“Sweetie, that really doesn't sound good.” Penelope said, startling you after a particularly rough coughing fit that brought up a wad of mucus and left you seeing stars. You swallowed hard, a little disgusted with yourself, and forced a little smile onto your dry, cracked lips. Judging by her raised eyebrow, she didn’t believe whatever you were about to say next.

“I’m fine Garcia, just a little cold. Plus, they’ll be back soon.” You rasped, not realizing just how far gone your voice was until you had started to speak. It was a minor miracle that you had even gotten those two sentences out. You sniffed hard and coughed, turning your head into your elbow to avoid spreading your germs all over the innocent tech analyst.

“Uh-uh, no way. Come on, come lay in my office for a little while. I’ve got everything nice and cozy for when Reid has a migraine, it’ll be much nicer than sitting out here in the cold.” The blonde coaxed, her voice like butter. She was lulling you into a false sense of security, smiling kindly and offering you a space in her Batcave.

All you wanted to do was curl up and let out all of your stupid pent up emotions, you wanted to cry into the plethora of pillows that you knew she had and just fall asleep to escape all of the pain raging through your body. Every movement sent needles of agony through your bones, even your eyes hurt. You had forgotten that fevers could do that to a person.

“I’m almost done here, I’ll put my head down when I finish.” You ducked into your elbow with a barely stifled sneeze and lifted your head with flushed cheeks. This whole thing was humiliating, no one was supposed to see you sick. You weren’t supposed to be sick. You were a fucking FBI agent, FBI agent’s didn’t succumb to simple colds.

Penelope frowned and reached out to touch your cheek, rolling her eyes slightly when you slapped her hand away.

“I’m telling Emily. How do you think she’ll feel about all of this?” She gestured to your sickly appearance as if she hadn’t just threatened you as one would a toddler. You clenched your jaw, but parted your lips when you realized that your nose was too stuffed to breathe, and decided to just glare at her instead.

“Penelope Garcia. I am not a toddler, you are not my mother, you are not my girlfriend and my physical wellbeing is none of your fucking business. Leave. Me. Alone.” The hurt expression that flashed across her face made you feel guilty, but you just wanted her to go away. Everything about this was wrong, her being able to see you at your weakest point was ever worse.

“Alright, I’m going back to my office. Come find me if you need anything.” She murmured, bowing her head in understanding. You looked away, resurfacing to meet her gaze, you knew that if she said one more nice thing you’d probably break down. It would be so easy to just start crying. Or it would be if you had enough fluids left in your body to cry out.

Sniffling back tears you went back to your work, the words blurring through your tears and the general haze that came from what had to be a fever over 102 degrees. You could practically see the look on Emily’s face when she’d come back, the disappointment and concern written in the worry lines across her forehead. She worried too much, especially about you.

You scribbled your name at the bottom of the page inquiring about who was interrogated, accidentally scrawling your signature into the place where Hotch was supposed to sign. That was it. You were done. That was the straw that broke the exhausted, sick, miserable camel's back. You were absolutely done.

You stumbled up the stairs and into the first office you could find, intending to fall onto the couch where you would sleep until your girlfriend got home. She would be so disappointed in you. You made it halfway into what you assumed in your hazy mind was JJ’s office before falling to the floor, too dizzy to stay upright anymore.

Part of you thought to call out for Garcia as you lay on the uncomfortable tile, your cheek pressed on the rug. The world went black with one final gasping cough as you slipped into unconsciousness. That was nicer than being awake with the pain.

Unfortunately, unconsciousness was not exactly better. It was uncomfortable, too hot, sometimes too cold, like someone had dunked you in an ice bath which was then set on fire. Your disturbing, terrifying fever dreams were interrupted by a distant sound and the feather light touch of a hand on your shoulder. Both felt a mile away, but they saved you from the nightmares of being drowned in an icy ocean with no one to hear your screams.

“Y/n! Fuck, EMLIY! Get in here!” You clung to the voice, whimpering as you struggled to pull yourself out of the void. She must’ve noticed your struggle because the owner of the voice combed fingers through your hair, coaxing you into the real world.

“Hey, hey you. Can you open your eyes?” Sudden panic flooded over you and you shoved yourself away, ignoring the stars brewing in your eyes. For a moment you were pretty sure that you’d throw up, but you managed to curl yourself into the corner, cowering away from the touch.

Your breaths were harsh and painful, they probably sounded that way to the blonde as well. The world was blurring around you and standing wasn’t probably the best idea, but you were already halfway to your feet.

“Woah, Y/n,” JJ rushed toward you, raising her arms as you swayed, prepared to catch you. You pulled away again, trying to force out some semblance of words.

“Go!” You yelped, tears filling your eyes. Everything was spinning, the woman’s face warping and bending in your vision. Something slammed and you looked up to find another blurry faced woman rushing into the room, wearing the same expression.

“Y/L/N!” The second woman, Emily, barked, making you freeze. In different circumstances that tone would’ve sparked a flutter in your chest, but this was just scary. She raced to your side and grabbed your elbows, managing to keep you upright. You sniffled and met her chocolate brown eyes, searching for anything that could be construed as anger or unhappiness. All you saw was loving concern.

“Shit, you’re burning up. Honey, why?” The brunette breathed, cupping your cheeks with strong, soft hands. You whimpered in response, doing everything you could not to just fall into her arms.

“C-can you make t-the room stop s-spinning?” You managed, stumbling forward until your head bounced against her shoulder. Emily wrapped an arm around your waist and helped you over to the couch, murmuring gentle words that you couldn’t quite make out. Everything was fuzzy, you weren’t sure how much longer you could stay conscious.

You didn’t realize you were crying until you were sitting up against her and she was brushing the tears off of your cheeks. You didn’t fully understand what was happening, but you knew that she was holding you, providing you with the love that you had so desperately needed.

“Morgan, we’re going to need some help getting her to the car.” Emily murmured, stroking your hair as you leaned against her chest. Part of you was a bit concerned, the deal was no displays of romantic affection at work and here she was, holding you close, cuddling you like she would at home. This was bad. You were going to get fired.

You pushed her away, little whimpers building in your throat. You slid back onto the floor, confusion and anxiety flowing through your mind. She was by your side in an instant, grabbing your hands as she tried to fix whatever was happening in your mind.

“No, no no. No, They’ll be mad. They’ll be so mad.” You shook your head and pulled back, a harsh cough wracking your body. Your lungs were beginning to sound like crinkling wax paper, worrying everyone.

“Come on honey, please get off the floor. No ones mad, we just want to help.” She soothed, inching back so as not to startle you further. Not even you understood the back and forth of your mind, it was scary just how many things were happening and all you wanted was to be somewhere dark and quiet.

“Everything hurts…make it stop, please make it stop.” You begged, covering your ears, hiding from everything. It was odd, you were just so damn overwhelmed.

“Okay sweetie, alright. Breathe for me. It’s all going to be okay. Does it hurt when I do this?” She asked gently, probing at your arm. You had apparently bruised it when you’d fallen and it had quickly turned a dark purplish black color. You nodded slightly, removing yourself from your shell so that you could talk to her.

“We’re going to get you home and all cozy, but you’ve got to trust me. Will you let me?” Morgan and Hotch were in the room now, with Rossi hovering in the doorway. Penelope was attached to Morgan's arm, a panicked expression on her face. This was all because of you. It was both humiliating beyond belief and…almost wholesome?

“M’kay.” You finally whispered, your voice basically gone at this point. She gave you a small, caring smile and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Can Morgan carry you?” You were too tired to even consider fighting it. You wanted to be home and if that's what it took, that's what it took. Emily moved to the side and the man stepped forward, nearly blocking your view of her.

“Don’t leave me!” You yelped, grabbing for her hand. You refused to be away from her, no fucking way would she leave you alone again, it wasn’t happening. She clasped your fingers in hers and shushed you softly.

“I’m right here, he’s just going to pick you up and everything will be okay.” She was being so understanding, so wonderful. You loved her so damn much. You nodded again and allowed Morgan to hoist you into a bridal carry, your head falling on his chest; you were just too physically weak to hold it up anymore.

“Shit, Princess, your fever’s really high. Emily, you’ve gotta get that down.” He said, concern radiating in his words. She nodded quickly, still holding onto your hand. You glanced at Hotch as Morgan carried you out, disappointment shining in his eyes. Garcia looked mildly betrayed and you hated that you’d made her feel that way. You opened your mouth to say something, but she shut you up with a shake of her head.

“Just get better, lovely. I’ll be by with some soup and Disney movies tomorrow.” You smiled at her, your eyes slipping closed as exhaustion took over. You heard a murmur of ‘goodbyes’ and ‘feel better soons’ as you were whisked away by your friend and girlfriend, falling asleep with your head bouncing against Morgan’s chest.

When you woke up you were laying in your own bed, Emily grumbling softly as she tried to peel the sweat covered clothes off of your body. You whined softly at the touch, curling away from her icy hands. You sniffled thickly and pulled your knees to your chest, well aware that you were no longer wearing a shirt.

“Look who's up.” The brunette cooed, reaching up to stroke your fevered cheek. You squirmed again, utterly unhappy with how much being touched hurt you. All you wanted was cuddles from the woman you loved but her gentle touch caused you so much pain.

“My skin hurts.” You rasped, giving her a watery pout. Tears were rolling down your cheeks again, for what felt like the 10th time that day you were crying. You hated it, you hated your damn body and you wanted a hug.

“Okay love, we can get that taken care of. If you sit up for me I can get some medicine in you and get something much more comfortable on.” She smiled, tucking a strand of hair back behind your ear. You shrugged, fully intending not to do anything. She rolled her eyes at your uncooperative behavior and lifted you into a sitting position, making you yelp in pain. She reared back at your pained sound, concern flooding her expression.

“I can’t it, it hurts too much!” You sobbed, wrapping your arms around your knees and pulling them to your chest. You held that position for probably fifteen minutes until you finally managed to cry yourself out and looked back up at Emily who had a broken expression on her face.

“How do I help?” She whispered, sounding as desperate as you felt. Your beautiful strong girlfriend was breaking just because you felt sick. You took a shaky, chest squeezing breath and forced yourself to calm down.

“Um…will y-you help me change…and then maybe hold me?” The profiler gave you a kind smile and nodded, reaching out to stroke your cheek again. This time it didn’t hurt so much, the contact actually felt quite nice.

It took a bit longer than either of you expected to get you changed, you were practically incapable of moving any of your limbs, meaning that she had to do all of the work. She did it without complaint, checking in every few moments to make sure that she wasn’t hurting you.

“Okay baby, take this really fast and we’ll get you some sleep.” You didn’t fight when she handed you the cap of blue medicine, well aware that the Nyquil and fever would take you out in minutes. The goop tasted absolutely awful, so bad that even with your poor sense of taste and smell it burned the back of your throat.

You coughed heavily into your blanket, a sound which made Emily’s face contort in worry. She patted your back as you hacked, helping you to release some of the mucus from your lungs.

“We’re going to the doctor tomorrow if that doesn’t sound better.” She determined after a few minutes of listening to your exhaustive breathing. You nodded in agreement, well aware that the cough was worse than it should be for a simple cold or mild flu.

“Stay with me until I fall asleep?” You asked, your body sagging as the medication sunk in. Emily slipped into the bed beside you, sitting a few feet away so as not to invade your personal space in a way that you weren't comfortable with. You hesitated a moment and looked over, feeling suddenly shy.

“Um…will you hold me? Maybe? P-please…” She smiled kindly and pulled you into her arms, cradling your head against her chest as the two of you snuggled under the covers. You stifled a sneeze, but she just made a worried sound and kissed the top of your head

“Don’t worry about that. Just sleep, okay? I’m right here, you’re safe. I’ve got you.” You sniffled quietly and grabbed the fabric of her shirt, grateful for her saying that. Fevers always made you edgy, but she had this way of fixing it every single time. She was your rock. She never failed to make you feel better, even at your worst times.

“Love you Em.” You mumbled, your words slurred by sleep.

“I love you too Y/n/n. Now hush, sleeping time.” Never one to disobey an order from your girlfriend, you closed your eyes, falling into a warm void of unconsciousness in the arms of the woman you were in love with.

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pleasantlycrazyworld · 6 months

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Hi! Can I request reader x eddie when he comforts her after bad hairdresser appointment?

A few weeks ago it happends to me and my hair is now red but with brown in front part. Kinda alternative style but I wanted to be ginger so bad. Also hairstylist was the meanest person I've met. I spent there 10 hours, it was super expensive 😫

How Eddie would react?

I am so sorry you had that experience!!! I had a similar experience a few months ago and it was horrible!

Eddie knew you were super excited to go get your hair done. You had been saving for months and you went with your friends' advice and ended up making an appointment with a high-end stylist. It's been months since you A. got your hair done but also B. pampered yourself. Eddie tried to convince you to go and get your nails done and just spend the day spoiling yourself but you were already spending so much on your hair that you couldn't bring yourself to do anything else that wasn't necessary.

Your appointment was early in the morning, you wanted to go a completely different color so you knew you needed to get in as soon as possible to try and get it achieved. You woke up excited and positive. You were confident that today was going to be a great day!

Oh, how you were wrong.

You got there early and your stylist wasn't there yet, but you brushed it off since you were ten minutes early. The first red flag should've been when the time your scheduled time came and your stylist wasn't there. But again you brush it off thinking anything could've come up. Could be traffic, maybe they overslept, maybe they had a kid and were busy with that...but they do show up and you try to just shake it off. This isn't going to mess up your day.

It's been nearly 5 hours and you were starting to get overstimulated. (this happens to me all the time when I get my hair done!) You felt yourself getting antsy and could feel the tightness in your chest forming. You tried to suggest a break, and you made some excuse saying you needed the bathroom but your stylist just blew you off. "Just wait. If you go now we're going to have to start all over again" They snapped, rolling their eyes. You nod feeling tears starting to build. Your perfect day wasn't going the way it was planned, even though a break would help calm you down you couldn't handle having to go through this process again so you decided to just wait. It shouldn't be much longer....right?

It was so much longer! With how they sounded when you asked for a break you thought another 20 minutes tops not another 5 hours! By the time you were done, Eddie was blowing up your phone wondering if you were okay and if you really did have to pee now. You responded to Eddie saying that it just took longer to get your hair the color that you wanted and you'd be home soon. But as the chair turned around for you to look in the mirror you felt your heart drop. This isn't what you wanted at all! The tightness in your chest forms once again and tears race to the surface. Your stylist doesn't ask if you like it, or if anything needs to be fixed, they just yank the smock off of you and walk to the front to check you out. You stand up with shakey legs and run a hand through your hair. They scoff seeing you still back at their station, "Will you come pay? You've already taken my whole day I'd like to head home now." You take a deep breath trying to not burst into tears and go to pay before rushing to your car.

You sit in the parking lot for a few minutes trying to ground yourself before heading home.

Eddie hears your car pull in and he jumps off of the couch to greet you. You were gone all day and he missed you so much but he is so excited to see your hair, he knows how much you wanted a change, how excited you were, and how difficult it is for you to spend money on yourself so he was just excited for you. His smile drops however when he sees you walk through the door. You walk straight into his arms and try not to cry as he holds you. "Oh, baby..." He mutters as you fight the tears. "It's dumb really...it's just hair I shouldn't be so upset..." You explain through a cracking voice but he knows this is so much more than hair. "No no, don't think like that sweetheart, it's okay to be upset, it didn't go as planned. It's okay to be upset." He holds you and rocks you softly back and forth as you two stand in the hall. He kisses your head and smiles "It still looks super metal on you babe" He says grinning from ear to ear, "If you really don't like it in the morning we can go and get stuff to dye it at home" he softly suggest and you nod slowly taking in his words. Eddie loves you no matter how you look and he will do anything to make you not only happy with how you look but just happy in general. That is how Eddie ends up at the small corner store the next morning to pick up new hair dye and gloves, and that is how he ends up in your tiny shared bathroom that afternoon reading a pamphlet on how to apply hair dye.

It turns out he is really good at dying hair and he continues to do your hair whenever you want a change, sometimes if it's a color he really likes he will match you and dye a streak of his own hair that color. Which he loves so much! Now everyone knows you two are together even more than they did before.

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blooming-violets · 1 year

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43: giving them a piggy-back ride

[from this prompt list] [feel free to request a prompt from the list]

[tasm!peter parker x reader]

The Piggy-Back

"Are we there yet?" Peter dragged his feet behind you as you trekked ahead. "Can't I just swing us there? It would be so much faster."

You stopped walking and turned around with a huff, "Peter Benjamin Parker, you are worse than a child!" You stuck your finger out at him in an accusatory manner. "We have to walk six blocks. That is not far. We do not need to swing everywhere. And, besides, it messes up my hair and I get wind burn. I'm sick of swinging. I would like to show up to this event not looking like I crawled out of a wind tunnel."

The two of you were attempting to walk the few blocks to your friend's house party. It was colder than you anticipated outside and, you had to admit, that swinging there would be faster. Still, you didn't want to risk the hard work you put into doing your hair. No amount of hairspray could hold it in place after a swing through the city.

"But it's cold," he pouted at you. His bottom lip stuck out to resemble a toddler about to throw a tantrum and his eyes widened into pleading, round saucers.

The look made you burst into laughter, "You're pathetic. Aren't you supposed to be a tough crime fighting superhero?"

Peter shook his head, keeping up the pout, "Not when I don't have a suit on. Now I'm just a normal person who's cold and sick of walking." He shuffled up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, hiding his face into the collar of your jacket. "Carry me the rest of the way."

You gave him another laugh, "You should be the one carrying me." You untangled yourself from his grasp and bent your knees. "Hop on, Spidey. I'll piggyback you. It's only two more blocks."

His amused giggle filled you with joy, "I'll squish you."

"Give it a try! I'm stronger than you think."

Peter didn't question you further and he carefully hopped up onto your back with a kind of grace that only Spider-Man could manage. The second his weight hit you, you took a few running steps forward to keep your balance, before quickly finding your footing again. He wasn't as heavy as you thought he'd be but it was still a struggle to stay up right.

You gave a grunt and attempted to stumble onward to your destination, "Alright. I got this."

His laughter filled your ear and tickled your cheek as he nuzzled his head next to yours, "I'm impressed you didn't immediately fall flat on your face. I should travel like this more often."

You responded with another grunt, struggling to get any words out as you concentrated on not dropping him. The two of you made it approximately one full block before your legs gave out. Peter jumped off and wrapped a protective arm around your waist right before your knees could hit the concrete.

"Careful," he warned with a smile. He steadied you back on your feet and planted a kiss to the top of your head. "I told you I would squish you. Come here, it's my turn now."

He bent down nice and low for you to scramble onto his back instead. You clambered on top of him, a lot less graceful than he had been getting onto yours, and wrapped your legs around his waist. He hoisted you up higher with ease and started a steady jog down the street.

"Now you're just showing off," you rolled your eyes but smiled as you tighten your grip around his neck.

"I'm making up for the lost time. It took you a solid five minutes to walk one block. Slowest horse I've ever ridden."

You gently slapped his chest in protest, saying sarcastically, "You ride a lot of horses, Peter? And, relationship tip, never refer to your partner as a horse."

He chuckled, "Yeah, the second it came out of my mouth, I regretted my choice of words." He slowed his jog as he approached the party. "Oh god, I can hear the music already. Terrible choice. Awful music. Let's go back home instead."

You couldn't hear what he could but you tried to protest, "No, we came all this way. Your antisocial behavior and disagreement on music choice is not an excuse to miss out on our friend's party."

You felt him tighten his grip around your legs and could see the glint of a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Who's riding who?" He asked.

"What are you talking ab-"

Before you could finish the question, he spun around and started a swift walk back in the direction you came.

"Peter!" You gasped.

"This horse says that it's time to go home. You have to be better at controlling your animals if you want them to listen to you!" He quickened his step. "Hold on tight."

He didn't have to tell you twice for you to know what was about to happen. You tightened your arms around his neck and braced yourself for the inevitable jerk as he shot the two of you up into the air. Taking the time to get dressed up, just to skip out on your friend's party right as you arrived, wasn't the sort of disappointment you would have felt a few years ago. Instead, you were relieved as the wind tossed back your hair and you clung to your boyfriend's back. Even hurdling 50 feet above the ground, you felt safe tucked against him. If Peter didn't feel comfortable being somewhere, he would simply just not go. It was a quality you had learned to admire about him even if it often led to moments like this.

"Promise me that the music was actually insufferable and that we would have had a terrible time," you shouted over the wind whistling in your ear.

He nodded, calling back, "They were playing Cotton Eyed Joe, babe. I promise you, this is for our own sanity. I'm saving you from a night of pain."

"Ew," you grumbled. "Fine but at least swing us to the nice Mexican restaurant instead. We look cute. Let's not waste it. Might as well make use of our night."

"One sexy, hot date night, coming right up!"

#tasm #tasm peter #tasm peter parker #tasm x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm peter x reader #andrew garfield #tasm andrew garfield #peter parker tasm #touching prompts #the piggyback #the piggyback fic #blooming violets #blooming violets fic #blooming-violets

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coconurt · 6 months

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WOOOOO MISSING SCENE TIME!! Wow, I haven't written anything since august, bout time, huh?

Yes, yes I very much know this is how it starts: I watch a new show, I lose my mind a little bit, I write a little drabble, and it's all over for me for 6 to 9 business months /pos

ANYWAY! VOL 9 BRAINROT, BABYYY >:D

(spoilers for rwby vol 9. obvi)

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When the dam burst, it burst catastrophically.

Ugly words poured out in a torrent, aimed like bullets straight for her teammates. At the time, it had felt… well, not good, exactly. More like release.

"No time, right? Gotta get home. Gotta help Jaune. Gotta find someone who isn't just going to screw everything up."

When Weiss shrank back, she turned her anger on her sister. On her sister's partner.

"Gotta stay positive, right? Smiles all around!" She advanced on them, slowly, and Yang placed herself protectively in front of Blake. On literally any other day, that small action would've broken her heart. Not then, though.

Right then, she didn't care.

"Maybe even finally get our feelings sorted out." Something like a corrupted sort of jealousy surged in her chest. "Good for you, by the way—we're all

happy

for you."

"Hey," Yang had warned, her voice sharp. But Ruby had already moved on.

She made the mistake of bringing a grieving Jaune into it, then. He lashed out. Struck the killing blow, blamed her for the five of them getting stuck there, and that was it. There was no more for her to say.

She was empty. Empty of momentum, empty of words, empty of hope. Empty of everything except the overwhelming hurt threatening to tear her apart in front of everyone she loved.

So she left.

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This leg of their journey had been quiet, which was a nice change of pace.

Sort of.

Good in the sense that it gave the five of them a well-deserved rest. Bad that it gave Ruby plenty of time to think about things.

About everything.

Something she really did not want to do.

And it must've shown on her face, because—

"Out with it, Rubes."

Yang's voice startled her out of her thoughts. She whipped her head to the side just in time to catch the tail end of the Look (patent pending) her sister was giving her right before she turned her attention back to the road in front of them.

She blinked, feeling like a deer that had just been spotted by a hound. Her mouth felt oddly dry, all of a sudden.

"G- uh. Out with… what?"

Yang shot her a second, even less impressed look. "Come on. I can tell when you've got something you want to say. You've been fidgety all day and silent for the last couple miles. So out with it."

Her stomach plunged, and an icy feeling spread through her chest. Biting her lip, she worried the edge of her cowl between two fingers. Now or never, she guessed. Might as well take advantage of the moment of quiet while it lasted.

They wouldn't be mad at her for bringing it up, right...?

"Well, I… I've been thinking… about the thing… about what I said. The… I just… I didn't mean it, any of it… I was just…"

"Deeep breath," Yang drawled. "Start over."

Blake peeked around Yang from where she walked on the blonde's other side. "It's okay, Ruby. Take your time." Her face held nothing but kind concern. "You know you can talk to us about anything, right?"

Ah. There that was again. She'd been hearing that a lot after their escape from the Ever After. She knew they were just trying to help. Turn over a new leaf, take some of the burden of everything off her shoulders instead of letting her carry it alone. It was sweet, but… it was taking a bit of getting used to.

Ruby released the breath that had gotten lodged in her chest. She closed her eyes, did as Yang asked, then reopened them and turned to face the other two.

"I didn't mean what I said. Back at the paper village. I'm sorry."

Blake got it right away. Her ears drooped with sad sympathy. "Ruby—" she started.

Yang gave her a strange look, just for a moment. She tilted her head, then realization dawned in her eyes.

"Ruby no, you— don't apologize. We put way too much pressure on you, and—"

"—you were just venting…"

She held up a hand to stop them. "Maybe. But it wasn't fair to bring you two," she gestured to their clasped hands, "into it. You make great partners, and you're gonna make a great couple, too."

We are happy for you. All of us. I'm happy for you." She offered them a small smile, hoping it was enough. "I mean it, this time."

Yang returned the smile and opened her mouth to say something, but Blake suddenly ducked in front of her and lunged toward Ruby, wrapping her into a tight hug. Ruby caught her with a small oof. Yang wasted no time piling on, easily enveloping the both of them.

Ruby almost melted into the embrace. Tears pricked her eyes. "Does this mean… we're good?"

They only hugged her tighter, and that was all the answer she needed.

#hhhhhng *tries to get over my phobia of posting anything less than 1k*#this was fun :3 #rwby #rwby volume 9 #rwby spoilers #rwby volume 9 spoilers #ruby rose #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #rwby fanfiction #my fics #my writing

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judgementdaysunshine · 7 months

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Can you do a Papi Dominik request for me pls

Yesss

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Pairing: Dominik Mysterio x Fem reader

Description: The friendship between you and Dom changes not too long into him joining The Judgement Day

You are completely stunned seeing Dom turn heel and betray your uncle Edge and his dad Rey. You didn't react how a lot of people did despite the shock you still supported him leaving him letters in his bag while the four were in the ring, texting him with reminders that not only was he still human and deserved to be his own person but that he deserved to be happy no matter what and you were proud of him which truly melted his heart, and see him whenever you could without being kept away by the other three judgement day members but also not being judged by anyone else in the locker room especially rey who was still very upset but now angry at what dom did, he slowly realized through the actions on your part and especially one day when he was off and the two of you spent the day out together that the feelings that he bottled up and held back for you were much stronger and in a very different way than he had thought for the past three and a half years ever since meeting each other backstage at 12 years old. He finally decided while in the locker room before his match against The Miz that he was going to tell you everything even if he had to do it in the ring in front of everyone he would as long as you finally knew, he feels his heart quiver seeing you hid behind a corner on the ramp watching his match quickly finishing the match with a pin winning and as soon as he was backstage he goes to the showers alone while the other three just relaxed in the locker room as Rhea gets ready for her match, he walks outside a back door finding the stood up crates with pillows on them knowing it was a habit you had ever since you had met each other and smiling big when he sees you walking towards the spot stopping when you see him quickly putting the food and drinks you had down and hug him making jokes while eating like the two of you had done before while his dad and your uncle were training together or having matches "I think over this past while i've realized just how beautiful you are". You look at him shaking your head as you chew on gum after coming back from the bathroom plus making sure no one is following you, you immediately go quiet when he lightly caresses the scar over your brow that you had gotten the previous year while the two of you were in a tag team match against Liv Morgan and AJ Styles when aj had hit you with a broken sharp point from a chair earning the win right after for you and dom who carried you backstage and held you in his arms as you got patched up and stitches groaning and crying quietly in pain, you smile for a few seconds at the memory as he leans closer to you jumping a little when you feel his nose bump yours and his forehead against your temple "I've loved you with all my heart since I was a kid but I was so afraid of doing what I did because I knew not only would I lose my family but I was terrified of losing you" you look at him feeling your heart crack and drop at the swell of emotions in his voice and the words he had just said out in the open "I would never just leave you because you decided to change your life for the better and not when I love you too much to leave you alone" as soon as the words were said and he sees the tears pour down your face he closes the gap slowly by kissing you softly which leaves you absolutely stunned inside but you return the kiss sweetly leading him lifting you over the crate to his lap holding your face tightly but gently as well before pulling away with the biggest smiles laughing in chest as he holds you with a airy chuckle "Te amo dulce niño" he bursts into laughter that truly makes you melt as he strokes your hair "I I love you Mariposa" the two of you hold each other in the silence falling asleep against the wall on the crate in his arms being found by Damian who instead of waking the two of you up in anger or telling Finn and rhea shakes his head with a smirk taking pictures of the two of you and whispering as he walks away "You sly dog cabron".

#dominik mysterio x reader #wwe #wwe x reader #dominik mysterio

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happilychaengs · 1 year

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Nayeon - Tapes

a/n: had a spark of inspiration. this entire thing is from nayeon's pov. this took a lot of courage to even try and i don't know if this was worth posting or not but i tried doing something new, plot wise and writing wise. didn't proofread so it may have some errors.

word count: 1,219

angst

nayeon x gender neutral reader

When the doorbell rang, I almost couldn't bring myself to stand up and answer it. Not until I heard your name.

"Package for Y/N!" I... couldn't believe it. My chest was tight. My head hurt.

When I saw a box with your name signed on it at my doorstep, everything I've held back finally burst through the floodgates. I cried and cried, each tear staining the cardboard box even more than the last.

I almost didn't have the courage to bring it in but something in me needed to know what it was. There were so many tapes inside, each labeled with different dates. Now I know why you got me a VHS player all those months ago.

Tape 1 - 9/25/21

There you were with a happy smile. As happy as you could have been when you were in a hospital gown, all those syringes pinned inside your arm. You sat down in front of a white wall and yet your eyes were still so bright, almost somehow filling the entire screen with color. You looked so hopeful.

"Hi Nayeon!" You waved directly to the camera with a bright smile and almost for a second, I feel like I'm with you again. Like I'm standing in front of you just having a conversation like any ordinary day with you.

You say all the right things to make me smile despite it all. "I miss you tons already, Nayeon. All these doctors have just been feeding me so much medicine and it's all so disgusting!" You stick your tongue out playfully in disgust, a habit you've picked up from your older sister.

"And all the nurses have been side eyeing me lately for some reason. Maybe it was because I ate another sandwich when they told me not to... oops!" You laugh again and it rings in my ears so clearly. I loved your hearty laugh. The way it always made me laugh too and you'd tease me for it saying I shouldn't be laughing at you.

"I didn't want to sit in my bed all day and watch old people television so I asked for some favors and here I am now before you! Your great protector Y/N!" A nickname you gave yourself when you once killed a cockroach that crawled into my shoes.

"I also know I've been out of tune with the trends lately but I learned this from Jeongyeon when she visited earlier!" Then you dabbed like it wasn't a dead trend for years already, you giggling to yourself as you did it. God, you and Jeongyeon were such dorks together. I wish you knew she misses you a lot too.

Then a person, maybe a doctor or a nurse, was heard outside your room. Something about you going to get your treatment. You just nodded at them as you looked back to the camera, your smile still on your face.

"That's all for now, Nay! But don't worry! I'll be back!" You said in that annoying terminator impression of yours that I secretly loved. I wish I told you.

Tape 2 - 10/01/21

"Happy Anniversary, darling!" You shouted as you pulled on a small confetti popper. "I'm really sorry that we can't celebrate our anniversary together because of me but I wanted to record this to tell you how much I love you!"

You pulled out a small piece of paper which I could definitely recognize as a poem. You always did that on our anniversaries. Something new and original every year albeit sometimes they didn't make sense because you wanted to rhyme but that didn't matter. I loved them all.

Clearing your throat, you read it aloud with a stupid accent you say is 'just like Shakespeare!'

"Like a sunshine to the horizon, you were bound to light up my world.

Like water to the ocean, I feel like we're inseparable.

Whatever I say is true, I give you my word.

You're my one true love, irreplaceable.

Even when I sit here surrounded by death,

The thought of you gives me life.

I wish to love you till my very last breath,

So someday I may call you my wife."

You folded up the paper and set it down, staring directly at the camera with your ever bright smile. "Well! I hope you liked it! I really tried hard for that one since you know... can't take you out anywhere right now." And if only you knew how much that poem meant to me right now.

Tape 3 - 10/11/21

"Hey Nay!" You still haven't lost the glow in your eyes yet as you coddled the small teddy bear I gave you that day. "I know you just visited me but I couldn't help but want to sit down and record another tape for you in secret! I really miss you a lot but I'm glad I can have Mr. Cuddles by my side." I felt a small smile at my lips as I finally figured out what you named that bear that came along with the tapes.

"I also made a new friend here that I didn't tell you last time! I became friends with one of the nurses and now they sometimes give me extra food but don't tell anyone! It's our little secret..." You whispered.

I missed those parts of you. The social butterfly that could become friends with anyone even when you were bed ridden and that sort of free spirit you possessed. Not bound by anything. I wished those parts of you I could try to imitate at least but you really are irreplaceable.

You spoke up again as you tried peering out of your rooms windows and into the hallway. "I think I got to go but I'll definitely come back, Nayeon. Promise." I wish you kept it. Why'd you have to be so bad with promises?

Tape 4 - 12/15/21

"Nayeon. You heard the doctors." Your eyes were filled with such despair, the colors missing now. An apparent void in you. "I've... decided that these tapes will only make it to you if I..." you choked out, "if I die. If you ever see these then... I'm sorry for not being strong enough. For not fighting harder for you."

I wish you didn't say that. I should have been there for you. I should have fought harder with you. Water pooled in my eyes as my hands faltered on the remote, wanting to pause it and forget about it all but how could I ever forget? I love you.

"Nayeon. If I'm really gone, I... want you to move on if you haven't already by the time you're watching this. I know how stubborn you are. If we were really meant for each other then... I'll find you in our next life but for now please move on. For me." Maybe the only thing you could've asked me that I can't do.

"For the rest of my time, I'll record some more tapes for you just to cheer you up if I really am gone but I'm sorry if I sound a little... sad. It comes with the diagnosis." You let out a low chuckle as you reached over to the camera and shut it off, leaving me alone again.

#im nayeon x reader #nayeon x reader #nayeon angst #im nayeon imagines #im nayeon scenarios #nayeon imagines #nayeon scenarios #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice scenarios #girl group imagines #girl group scenarios #twice angst #im nayeon angst

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japanifornication · 8 months

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oh man oh man. im always fond of phoenix w a praise kink and just. overwhelmed by love. miles fucking into him while whispering sweet nothings until he’s shaking from his orgasm after orgasm. make this slut cry from being loved and fucked! that one fic you wrote, “late night” was RIGHT up my alley and i swear i go back to it often

rubbing at the bags he can feel setting in beneath his eyes, phoenix has never been more tired in his life. not when he stayed up all night studying to get through law school. not the time he didn't sleep for three days a week before the bar and had to be forced to rest by mia. not when she was murdered, not even when he spent a night in city jail accused of that very murder.

the clop of two pairs of sandals patter into the distance as he watches maya, holding onto pearl's hand like a lifeline, head for their train under the flickering lights of the station. as they board, any remaining energy phoenix had escapes him and he sags back against the wall he's been leaning against, arms crossing over his chest as a sigh slips out of him.

it's hard to watch them go when they've only just got maya back, but with morgan headed to prison, they have a lot of things to sort out back in kurain, like packing up belongings and figuring out where they'll stay when they're there for training.

"it's getting quite late, wright."

he'd almost been falling asleep where he stood and the voice startles him, making him stand up straight and snap to attention. for a few minutes, he'd almost forgotten edgeworth was there. it's easy to forget, when it's quiet—he was dead for an entire year, after all.

"yeah. sorry to keep you waiting. you didn't have to do this, you know." phoenix says it automatically, like it's an obligation, even though he's not quite sure he is sorry after what the prosecutor did.

"i'm aware," is all edgeworth says, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and then just briefly gripping at his elbow.

it's almost funny. when phoenix first met the man again on the other side of the courtroom last year, he looked like hell barely warmed over. edgeworth was the one with dark circles around the eyes, a permanent scowl affixed to his face. now, he looks oddly tranquil, if just a bit fatigued, and phoenix is the one who feels like garbage. things can change a lot in a year.

he clears his throat. "well. i won't keep you here any longer. let's get back to the car." he lets edgeworth lead the way back to his car—new since phoenix last saw it during state v. skye—and climbs back into the passenger seat, rattling off his address. it's a wonder he can even remember it in his current state.

it only gets darker as they head back through the city and by the time they make it to phoenix's apartment it's well into the night, not a hint of sun left in the sky. the car idles in the parking lot. neither make a move to leave or encourage the other to do so.

"so are you back living here?" phoenix finally gathers the strength to say. he means is he back residing within l.a. but the way it comes out almost sounds like he's asking if edgeworth is really, truly back from the dead and not just a spirit. "in l.a. i mean, not here obviously," he clarifies, as though there were any confusion whether or not edgeworth lived with phoenix. haha, very funny.

there's a slight squeak of leather as the man's hand shifts on the steering wheel, uncomfortable but not angry. "ah, i've only been back for a few days. i'm in a hotel, currently, but yes, i intend to find a new apartment."

"gotcha," phoenix says with an absent nod, chewing the inside of his mouth. "hey, um. i'm sorry about what i said, about… about you staying dead."

"wright, don't," edgeworth scoffs. "it's too late to take back words we've regretted, if anyone knows that it's me. don't waste your breath."

an exasperated laugh bursts out of the defense attorney. "okay great, because i'm not actually sorry."

edgeworth huffs at that with a slight shake of his head.

"but… do you want to come in for a beer or something? because this has been the longest day of my life and i'm sure even underneath that perfectly logical, stoic exterior, you can agree it's been exhausting." phoenix raises an eyebrow.

"a beer? tch." edgeworth's lip curls in distaste at the idea.

"what, not a beer drinker? i don't keep much in the way of wine or anything but i might have some whiskey," he offers instead.

edgeworth tilts his head, considering the offer with a slow blink. "i'm not sure you can afford my tastes, wright, but i'm intrigued." he unbuckles his seatbelt, indicating he's taken phoenix up on it.

"great." phoenix climbs out of the car and leads the way into his apartment building. he lives on the second floor, and they take the stairs up. it's faster, and he's not going to ask the man to take an elevator. it might have been a year, but he hasn't forgotten everything.

"sorry about the mess," he apologizes as he unlocks his front door. the last few days have been so long—he's been sleeping in his office and almost forgot about how much of a disaster his apartment is. he haphazardly tries to clean up before edgeworth can take in too much of the surroundings, scooping up dishes to bring to the kitchen and stuffing trash in the bin and kicking dirty laundry out of the way.

edgeworth is busy removing his shoes at the door and he manages to get the place looking a little less gross by the time he's done, then stops to take off his own shoes and jacket. he heads into the kitchen to see what he's got as far as alcohol, searching through his cabinets until he finds the bottle of whiskey he promised.

"how do you take it?" he asks.

"neat," comes the reply, edgeworth having followed him into the kitchen. he waits as phoenix pours them each a glass, then takes the bottle himself to inspect it. his eyebrows go up. "perhaps you've come into some fortune in my absence."

staring down into his rocks glass, phoenix tries to give a smile. it comes off weak. "if only. i inherited mia's liquor collection. went through most of it between you choosing death and now, if i'm honest."

adjusting his glass on the counter, edgeworth frowns down into his own drink. "ah. i see. ms. fey had good tastes, then?"

"i think she was gifted a lot of it, i'm honestly not sure." he lifts his glass to his lips, taking a deep swig. it burns on the way down. "sometimes i wonder… if i even knew her that well. if i'm doing any of this right. if she'd be proud of me. after a case like today, i'm not so sure."

"you saved her sister," edgeworth points out, palming his own glass and drinking from it absently. "i imagine that would mean a fair amount to her."

"yeah, i guess so. but i almost pinned a murder on an innocent woman. just feel like i should have figured out it was engarde a lot sooner, you know?" phoenix stands up straight, the tension awkward, and downs the rest of his glass in one go so he can pour himself another.

"i can see your point, though i believe you’re being a bit harsh on yourself. anyone under those circumstances would have struggled. i certainly fared no better, and i wasn’t the one whose loved ones were being held hostage for the majority of that case.” the words are mumbled thoughtfully over the rim of his glass before he takes another drink.

“why are you being so nice to me?”

his question obviously catches edgeworth by surprise, and the man finishes his whiskey before answering. “after hearing you be so honest about what you thought of my absence… i suppose it feels like obligation.”

the thought of any more drinks is immediately abandoned, because in the next moment, phoenix is grabbing edgeworth by that stupid cravat and pulling him close and smashing his mouth against his.

there’s a noise of protest, an initial objection, from edgeworth that seems to be more out of shock than anything, and then edgeworth’s arms are around his waist, crushing him close; he’s kissing phoenix back and he tastes like the whiskey they’ve been drinking and mint—toothpaste? breathmints? something else?—and phoenix sighs almost angrily against his mouth, furious he could have had this so much sooner if not for everything that had happened.

except that then edgeworth stops kissing him, to ask “wright, should i be doing this? surely you’re not drunk after a drink and a half.”

“i’m sober. kiss me, you son of a bitch.”

“it’s a bit rude to speak so poorly of the dead, you know,” he huffs in jest.

“good thing you’re not really dead.” phoenix’s hands fist in his hair as he tugs him back in for another kiss, and it’s all tongue and teeth and desperation, wanton for more.

before either of them knows what has happened, they’re standing in phoenix’s bedroom next to his bed. neither of them is particularly good at kissing and it doesn’t matter, because they’re kissing like it’s the last thing they’ll ever do and it’s driving phoenix insane.

unfortunately, edgeworth seems reluctant to do anything more than that. phoenix keeps trying to move things along—attempting to kiss down his throat, to bite him, to grab at his ass or unbutton his waistcoat—and edgeworth keeps grabbing at his wrists, moving them back to more appropriate places, kissing him like he wants to savor it rather than do anything else.

“just fuck me already,” phoenix finally groans, drinking in the way edgeworth laughs in response. when was the last time he even heard him laugh? not just a condescending chuckle from the other side of the courtroom, but actually laugh like he does now? when they were nine?

his back hits the bed as edgeworth shoves him away roughly. “fine. i’ll give you what it is you’re so desperate for.” he watches as the prosecutor tugs open his nightstand to survey the contents, and apparently finds what he expected to, retrieving the box of condoms from within and setting it atop the surface. “but i’m not doing this without some sort of safe word in place. it’s clear you’re not in a state to be taken at your word.”

“stoplight system,” phoenix replies, without hesitation.

that earns him a raised eyebrow, and for a moment it seems like he might be rejected, but eventually, edgeworth shrugs a shoulder and nods. “i’m familiar. that’s acceptable, can i trust you to actually use it?”

“funny of you to be asking me about trust right now.”

“wright.” there’s an obvious warning tone in his voice. “yeah. yes, i will use it correctly. green means go, red means stop, don’t stop unless i actually say that.”

there’s a hunger underlining edgeworth’s voice when he next speaks that makes all of phoenix’s skin prickle with desire. “alright. get on with it, then. tell me what you want.”

“god, thank you,” phoenix breathes. he sits up and grabs edgeworth by his belt, yanking him forward so he can undo it. “just want you to hold me down, make me take it.”

edgeworth blows out a long breath, but phoenix doesn’t look up, single-minded in his task now as he moves to unbutton the man’s slacks. the zip comes undone with relative ease, but the prosecutor’s shirt is long and held down by stays, partially blocking access to what he wants. it’s dark, and he’s a little drunk, and undoing the smaller buttons here is a bit harder, so he fumbles around with them as he talks. “you know. give it to me hard, don’t hold back, no matter what i say.”

edgeworth sheds his jacket and waistcoat and works his cravat free, discarding them on the side of phoenix’s bed before loosening the buttons of his shirt sleeves to roll them up. like this, phoenix can see the light hair that peppers his arms, usually hidden by clothes or distance across the courtroom or the fact that he thought the man was dead for a year. “is that how you normally prefer it?”

opting not to answer that, phoenix finishes unbuttoning the bottom of edgeworth’s shirt, giving him access to his boxer-briefs beneath. his fingers hook into the waistband and stretch it away from his skin, freeing the arousal steadily growing within and shoving them down as far as he can with the stays still hooked around his thighs.

he leans forward, gently cupping edgeworth's cock in one hand as he trails his lips down the side of it. the skin is so soft under his touch, but he doesn't get even a second to enjoy it; immediately, there's a hand in his hair, forcing his head back and away. he grimaces, baring his incisors but flooding with heat at the simple movement.

"someone's a bit overeager," edgeworth admonishes.

"yeah, well, when you've spent a year fantasizing about something you're positive you'll never get…" he steals a glance up at edgeworth's face, his chest starting to heave even though they haven't even started yet.

the man clenches his jaw, like the reminder hurts, but he feigns it away with a roll of his eyes. it doesn't fool phoenix, but he doesn't call it out. again, phoenix is pushed back to the bed like it's effortless, and edgeworth moves back to the nightstand to retrieve a condom from the box.

phoenix takes the opportunity to undo his own belt and slacks, shimmying them down along with his boxers around his hips. his thighs and hair are already slick with moisture, his dick swollen and begging to be touched.

he doesn't want to bother with the effort of fully undressing, so instead he rolls over while edgeworth applies the condom, ending up bent over the edge of his bed, ready and waiting.

he hears edgeworth spit into his hand, stroke it along his length then feels that hand on him for a brief, thrilling second, but he's already sopping wet, so it's unnecessary.

phoenix scrambles up the bed a little further but before he can really get anywhere, there’s a strong hand on his hip as the body behind him thrusts forward against him. with that one, swift movement, edgeworth is inside him, and he cries out, writhing against the sheets and trying not to just melt into uselessness.

a hand comes down against his shoulder, holding him down just like he'd asked for, but edgeworth leans in close and the other snakes over his mouth, preventing him from further cries as each snap of his hips makes phoenix want to scream. "is this what you wanted?" the man breathes hot and low in his ear.

he can only nod desperately, tears catching in his lashes as that cock rams into his g-spot and makes him quiver.

edgeworth doesn't stop. each thrust comes unbelievably hard, a loud slap of skin echoing through the room, but there's a pause between each one, and phoenix is grateful for that because otherwise he doesn't know how he would breathe. beads of sweat are already forming on the back of his neck, rolling down under the collar of his shirt. he quiets down, just panting against edgeworth’s palm, tasting the salt of his flesh, pushing back into each stroke and closing his eyes to bask in the feeling of him, to know it’s edgeworth pinning him down and spearing him open.

he's slick and needy and hasn't been so close to satisfied in what feels like forever.

he rocks his hips forward instinctively, trying to get friction on his own dick against the bed, but failing. edgeworth huffs out a condescending laugh in his ear. "not enough still? what are you, wright, a dog? must you hump something just to get off?"

phoenix whines at the suggestion but nods again against edgeworth's hand.

"yes?" he sounds mildly surprised, but not put-off. "alright." he straightens for a minute, pulling phoenix up so he can slide a folded pillow between the man's legs—phoenix's head is spinning and he lets himself be maneuvered bonelessly—before pushing him back down into the position they'd been in.

"are you sure this is how you want it, though, wright?" he asks in his ear again as they return to that pace of steady slams. "I'm happy to fuck you as hard as you'd like, but i had something a little different in mind." he slows down further, the thrusts turning into a sensual grind, no longer ramming into him with each one.

a sob leaks out of phoenix and he ruts against the pillow, mumbling against edgeworth's hand. his mouth is freed so he can speak. "please," he gasps. "tell me you're here to stay. that you won't leave again."

an anguished sound chokes out of the prosecutor. "i am not going anywhere, phoenix," he says after a moment of hesitation. there’s an edge to his voice, hurt but on the verge of something almost tender, and phoenix easily needs more.

"just need to feel it. need you to show me you're not going anywhere," phoenix begs. “just prove it to me, fuck me like you mean it.”

"oh, darling, i'm not leaving you." the term of endearment seems to slip out of edgeworth like it’s an accident, but he doesn’t take it back, and it feels like it stabs right through phoenix’s back and pins him to the mattress as much as the man himself is doing physically. edgeworth's hands reposition themselves to the bed on each side of his shoulders for more leverage and his cock grinds deeper into phoenix, forcing a strangled moan out of him. "i'm here to stay, and i'll prove it to you just like this whenever you'd like. that's it, open up for me, i want to hear you."

phoenix doesn't try to hold back his sounds anymore, more moans and whimpers and sobs escaping him in escalating volume as edgeworth fucks him and as he humps against the pillow. edgeworth has picked up the pace again, strokes coming faster, and phoenix's brain is dissolving into a puddle.

"harder, please," he whines.

"i'll give you harder, darling, but i want you to come first. you're doing so well," edgeworth murmurs, leaning down to kiss the top of his ear. "i know you can do it. it feels good, doesn't it? to grind on your pillow? be a good boy and come for me, phoenix."

a harsher sob is ripped from his chest. his hips roll against it more desperately even as edgeworth doesn't stop pounding into him. "i'm so close," he whispers shakily.

"i know," edgeworth reassures, lowering himself to further press into phoenix, more grinding into him again which just forces him more into the pillow. "does this help? if i drive you into it?"

"yes, yes, oh, miles…"

"come for me, phoenix, then i'll give you that hard, unrelenting fuck you want, to prove i'm not going anywhere. come on. come for me."

and phoenix does, rocking forward against the pillow one last time and causing his orgasm to explode through him. he clenches around miles and his cock twitches with each pulse and miles is still rolling his hips, forcing him into the pillow, and he can't come down, and he's fully crying.

"good boy," he hears from edgeworth, and the praise is music he never imagined he'd hear. "are you ready for more?"

he hasn't even stopped coming yet, he's not ready for more, but god does he want it anyway. "no," he offers unhelpfully.

"no? color, wright."

"green," phoenix spits, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to the bed where he was accidentally drooling against his comforter.

"good, so let me ask again. are you ready for more?"

having no intention of changing his answer, phoenix repeats himself. "no. it's too much."

he can almost hear the smirk in edgeworth's voice, and is glad they're both on the same page. "and you think i have any intention of stopping simply because it’s too much? how quaint. you can handle more."

another hard slam of his hips has phoenix shaking, pressing his face back into the softness of his comforter to muffle a yelp, but as quickly as it was given, it’s taken away as edgeworth pulls out.

“roll over, wright. i want to see the moment you break,” he’s commanded, and phoenix doesn’t make any rush of moving to do so. edgeworth grabs his shoulder and pulls, rolling him over anyway. hands grab his slacks and yank, and phoenix kicks to at least help get them off, along with his boxers.

arms hook under his knees and in an instant edgeworth is back inside him, making phoenix’s back arch against the mattress. the pillow is still under him, but now it's providing support, and edgeworth is still hitting all the right spots, and he blearily opens his eyes to find the man looking down at him.

the way edgeworth looks at him is almost reverent, quicksilver eyes soft but dilated with pleasure, hair disheveled and hanging in his face, sweat beading on his forehead. it's different from how phoenix imagined it might be, when he thought he was dead. then, he hadn't known this edgeworth so desperately trying to redeem himself. he'd only known the angry, spiteful one, full of loathing for everyone and everything, especially himself and especially phoenix. he'd thought his eyes would be hardened, creased between the eyebrows, a permanent scowl fixed upon his face. he can see a slight divot between his eyebrows, but it looks more in concentration, and there's no scowl.

"miles," he breathes, just a whisper on his breath. he's struggling to even catch it with the force he's being fucked with, knocking the air out of his lungs, but he gulps down another breath and tries again. "m-miles. take off the condom."

a dry laugh huffs out of edgeworth and he hesitates. "are you delusional?"

"i promise it's safe. please…" he's crying again and he hates that he's crying again but he can't stop the tears from leaking down his cheeks. "please. i need you to prove you're not going anywhere. need you to fill me up and make me yours."

again, edgeworth blows out an affected breath, this time much more obviously struggling with the decision. "you're sure?"

"yes, i'm giving you the green light, please, god," he pleads.

"fuck, phoenix." in an instant, he pulls out again, looking down as he uses one hand to attempt to take off the condom. it takes a minute to get it off, but eventually he does, and it gets tossed in the trash beneath the nightstand before the man drives back into phoenix's hot cunt, filling him now with no barrier between them.

there's no way to prevent the flood of tears now, no longer just a trickle but practically a waterfall. he pushes edgeworth's arms away from under his knees to adjust, instead hooking his legs around the man's waist like he can draw him in deeper if he tries hard enough, like he can just pull edgeworth into his body and keep him there forever.

for edgeworth's part, at least, he grips a hand under phoenix's thigh and with a slight grunt helps shift them up onto the bed properly, and then they're chest-to-chest and the prosecutor is kissing down his jawline, tongue delving out to lick up the salt of his tears and god, phoenix is so overwhelmed.

"how long have you been dreaming about this, wright?" that deep, sultry voice mumbles right against his ear.

phoenix answers honestly, and he's not just crying from the overwhelming amount of pleasure anymore. now he's ugly crying, and it's embarrassing, and his hands find the front of edgeworth's shirt and twist in it, holding on to it like a lifeline. "a long time but—but i thought you were dead," he chokes out. he can feel alarm crackle through edgeworth like ice underfoot, but it's too late, they've already plunged through. "i th-thought you were fucking dead, that i'd missed my chance—"

his words are muffled by a kiss, one that's just as desperate and hungry as phoenix feels. he half-sobs, half-moans into it, clumsily attempting to reciprocate as best he can.

"i know. i'm so sorry, phoenix," edgeworth hisses against his mouth when they part for air. his movements have slowed, this thrusts languid but striking deep, and phoenix just encourages him, heels pressing against his ass with each inward stroke. "shh, you're alright. i'm not going anywhere." the words sound like a promise.

another pathetic mewl bleeds out of phoenix, energy sapped from him at the apology. his legs fall from around edgeworth's hips, coming to rest on the bed, because he can't hold them up anymore, and it just spreads him wider, lets the man fuck him deeper. he sniffles and presses his face into edgeworth's shoulder to hide his tear-strewn face.

"there you go, darling. relax. i'll give you what you need. you're being so good for me." edgeworth's breathing is labored and phoenix can feel sweat through the man's shirt.

his hands let go of the front to wrap around his back, crush him closer. it's too slow, too intimate, it's not what he asked for or wanted, but somehow it is what he needed.

the rhythm of edgeworth's thrusts start to falter and suddenly there's a hand on phoenix's jaw, turning his face towards his. "look at me."

phoenix does. the expression on edgeworth's face is so hard to read, but it seems almost close to adoration, or maybe obsession, and a shiver runs down phoenix's spine.

"i'm here, phoenix. because of you."

those six words are phoenix's undoing. his hands claw for purchase against edgeworth's back, fingertips catching in the folds of his shirt as his whole body tenses, pleasure slamming into him like a fucking freight train and forcing an orgasm out of him unlike any other. he feels edgeworth jolt against him and knows the man is coming too, leaving that tangible evidence that he's here, he's alive, he's alive he's alive he's alive, i'm alive.

for the first time since prosecutor miles edgeworth chose death, phoenix wright feels alive.

spent and exhausted, phoenix can't even complain when edgeworth collapses atop him. instead, he hugs him close, albeit weakly, eyes falling shut and just cradling the man against him, reluctant to let him pull out or leave just yet.

when they finally do part god knows how long later, no words are exchanged. edgeworth painstakingly withdraws from inside phoenix with a grimace, then helps him clean up in silence. he doesn't say anything as he removes the rest of his clothing, leaving phoenix to extract the implications from that action himself and disrobe as well, tossing the rest of his clothes to the floor.

they climb back into bed and phoenix finds himself hesitating to get closer until edgeworth draws him in himself, an arm sliding around him possessively.

before phoenix can drift off, he clears his throat and asks hoarsely, "should we… talk about what just happened?"

edgeworth dismisses it with a half-hearted shrug. "if you'd like. in the morning, perhaps?"

fear grips phoenix immediately and he swallows, looking up at the man. "will you still be here? in the morning?"

a long, tired sigh hisses out of edgeworth's chest. "i may have nightmares still, and may not be in bed when you awake. but yes. i will be here, in the morning."

"you promise?"

edgeworth searches his face for understanding. he doesn't seem the type to promise things, and perhaps that's why the response is delayed, but after a long moment, he nods slowly. "i promise."

phoenix buries his face against his chest, and in a few minutes, he's asleep.

#edgewright #mitsunaru #narumitsu #wrightworth #nsft ////#answered ask #hi anon i went overboard with this #i will post this to ao3 when it isn't 2 in the morning #i hope this kind of fits your brief! there's some praise in there lksdjfslk #i feel like i was all over the place with characterization in this and it was partly on purpose bc neither of them know what they want #i will prob revisit a concept like this but Better at some point bc what can i say i love post-AA1 or AA2 nrmt #not quite as Lovey as late night bc that isn't usually my fav stuff to write i just can't do pure fluff but #i hope it's still enjoyable enough :)

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thebisexualdogdad · 2 years

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Prom night - Tory Nichols x M!Reader

You couldn't believe that Tory actually said yes to going to prom with you and not even because you two were hooking up on the down low and weren't really telling people about it but because Tory once told you that prom was the last place she would ever be seen.

"I guess prom wouldn't be so bad if I was there with you," she said when you asked her, "plus it's a free excuse to get dressed up and look hot."

When you picked her up she stepped out of her bedroom in a stunning leopard dress with a slit that cut all the way up her leg and your jaw dropped.

"Don't get any funny ideas mister," her little brother tells you after taking some pictures of you guys for Tory, trying to sound like the man of the house.

"Go play fortnite," she chuckled, kissing the top of his head, "I'll be back around midnight, there's leftover pizza in the fridge if you get hungry."

Arriving at the dance you stand in the doorway, noticing Tory is nervous.

"Hey we don't have to do this, we can just go hang out at the beach or something," you tell her.

She takes your hand and squeezes it reassuringly, "I'm okay, let's dance."

Everyone was staring at you guys, of course there were rumors you were together but showing up to prom arm in arm and Tory being in a dress like that was a statement.

On the dance floor you find Robby and his date, having fun with them dancing to the blaring music while avoiding Sam and Miguel as Tory promised to not cause a commotion.

Not that Tory didn't enjoy the moments of dancing right up on you knowing that they were looking.

During the slow dance her arms are around your neck while you hold her waist.

"I'm really glad we came here tonight," she tells you.

"Me too," you smile, "and I know I've already said it like ten times but you are so gorgeous Tory."

She smiles back and kisses you sweetly.

When the prom comes to an end you still have a bit of time before Tory promised her brother she would be home so you drive to the closed amusement park with some burgers you picked up on the way and just chill in your car in the parking lot.

"Where did you even get this tux?" She asks with empty fast food wrappers on the floor of your car.

"My mom picked it out, she said and I quote 'Tory is gonna find you so handsome in this'," you laugh.

"Well she was right, you are very handsome," she tells you.

There's a moment of silence, the lights from the park rides glowing in the night sky.

Tory looks at you, smiling but not speaking.

"What?" You chuckle.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," she says sincerely.

"I could say the same thing…. I love you Tory," you say for the first time worried that it was too soon and would freak her out but you just had to get it off your chest.

"I love you too Y/N," she says softly, leaning in to kiss you.

The kiss quickly turns heated and she climbs into your lap, your hands on her thighs.

"You sure you want to do this here?" You ask.

"There's no one here and I need you," she replies, her hands on your neck while she kisses you.

Your hands move further up her thighs and under the open slit of her dress.

"Just be careful this is a rental," she chuckles.

The two of you maneuver the best you can around your nice clothes, Tory accidently honking the horn with her elbow making you both burst out laughing.

"Okay, okay I think I got it," you say rolling on one of the condoms you kept in your car for spontaneous moments like this.

Tory lowers down on your cock, moaning while she takes a second to adjust.

You hold onto her waist while she slowly bounces in your lap.

"You feel so good," you say, a hand reaching up to her chest to palm her through the material of the dress.

"Fuck yes," she groans as you thrust your hips upwards into her.

She fully unbuttons your white shirt, hands exploring your bare chest with your stomach clenching with every movement.

She kisses you again but it's sloppy this time as the both of you are doing your best to keep the pace of your bodies steady.

The car is shaking and all you can hear is the sound of your moans blending together.

Sooner than you anticipated you're cumming but still intent on giving her her own orgasm you squeeze her ass with one hand and use the other to rub her clit.

Tory cries out your name when the added pressure on her clit pushes her over the edge.

When your releases subside she slows her movements, letting a few aftershocks hit her before going still.

"That was hot," she tells you.

"You're always hot," you tease.

"Well that I know," she laughs, kissing you one last time, "I should probably be getting home."

"You kind of have to get off of me for me to drive," you joke.

Tory blushes and rests her head for a moment in the crook of your neck, "if I must."

When she returns to the passenger seat she fixes her dress while you button your shirt back up and take the full condom off.

"What do I do with this?" You ask, tying it off but not having anywhere to throw it away.

"There's a trash can over there," she says motioning to the amusement park trash can near your car.

"Now I really hope there's no one else here," you say unlocking the door.

"Y/N," she says before you get out, "pants."

You look down and realize your dick is still out, "oh right," you laugh, stuffing it back in your pants, "what would I do without you?"

#cobra kai imagine #tory nichols imagine #tory nichols x reader #x male reader #fic

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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Hello! Since your requests are open for dsmp and you write for c!tommy, this is probably gonna be really REALLY specific. But how about a c!tommy x caretaker/peace maker!gn!reader (platonic!) like, the reader has this small area away from all the bad stuff young on. And takes care of tommy there? They (reader) take care of Tommy and comfort him, like a parent! Or something. and are very motherly! (But please keep them gender neutral!) this is just a fic idea i got.

-😴☕️

Morning like this were probably Tommy's favorite.

He liked the cold. It reminded him of the few years he had spent in the arctic with Phil and Techno. The sight of his breath spilling from his mouth like smoke was something he used to love bothering Phil with. Showing off as he took a drag from his pretend cigarette, puffing his chest out and calling himself The Biggest Man as Phil just rolled his eyes. Of course Techno was there in the background tending to some froze over garden that still somehow managed to produce crops, letting out the occasional amused bruh at the blonde's childish activity.

But that was just a memory now. A fuzzy one at that. Through all the scars and explosions and long journeys in his life, a lot of things got fuzzy along the way. All Tommy could really remember out of those memories was the feeling of being wanted. Of being enjoyed.

Loved even.

The war had fucked him up. And it had fucked him up good. He would be an ignorant fool to ignore that. In fact he had fantasized many times about building a time machine just to go back and cuss that prick Wilbur out something fierce for letting twelve year olds enlist in a war that would still be causing problems to this day.

Of course, he could go find Wil and do that now, but the blue tinted apperation that the former presedent had become might burst into tears if Tommy all but glared in his direction.

"Hey! Tom's! Shits ready! Better come eat it before I steal your portion bud."

Tommy's head perked up at that. All thoughts were thrown into the crackling fire besides him as a mess of lanky limbs and light blonde curls scrambled to get up. The glass window Tommy had just been staring at now stood vacant, window seat underneath it still warm to the touch with body heat.

Speeding to the brightly lit kitchen in the cabin, Tommy slid to a stop on the tile floor. His red socks riddled with patched up holes provided just enough friction so that he landed right next to a grinning figure, whom of which reached up to flick his nose playfully as he stilled.

"Ow! Bitch! Sorry didn't mean that, but you bitch!!!"

A snort followed his words, (Y/n) staring at him with an expression just as sardonic and playful as his. The two burst out into a fit of laughter as soon as they had made eye contact, as they often did, Tommys half wheeze half yell mingling with the equaly as boisterous cackles from next to him.

Tommy would forever thank XD that he had met (Y/n) that one day. He liked the forest goer a lot more than he cared to admit. Quite a lot more than he cared to admit actually.

This was his safe space. This fucking stupid, horribly decorated cabin (ironically he had helped decorate almost all of it) in the middle of the woods was the safest he had felt since his mom had left.

Maybe it was less of the cabin and more of the person who lived in it though.

But Tommy might need a bit more time before he could admit that.

"Okay seriously though, grab your half of the cake before I eat it all. I've been watching this thing bake and rise for nearly half and hour and I'm about ready to swallow the whole thing."

"You will not! Half of that is mine bitch! Not a bitch sorry, incredibly sorry, but I'll be damned before you eat my cake you arse!"

A fake gasp sounded as (Y/n) placed a hand playfully to their chest, eyes widening with faux sadness.

"Tom's! And here I thought you liked me and my cooking."

"I'm a grown man (Y/n). I need to like nothing but women, money, and Big Drink. Available at any New York store today!"

"Big what now."

"Nothing. NOW GIVE ME MY CAKE YOU BASTARD—"

The ensuing chase around the house was messy, and would eventually result with cake smeared around the surrounding walls (later Tomy would groan as he was forced to scrape the food off the wall, resulting in quite a few jabs in the ribs as he was told to shut the hell up.) But it was fun.

It was comforting.

Tommy had a feeling this memory wouldn't grow fuzzy anytime soon.

#dsmp #dsmp x reader #tommy #tommyinnit #tommy x reader #tommyinnit x reader #platonic tommy x reader #x reader #one shot #mcyt #mcyt x reader #fluff #request

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cat-loves-music · 8 months

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Apple Pie Life

Warnings: Character "death", mention of previous character death (SPOILER!!!), blood, let me know if I missed any!

A/N: if you haven't watched Seasons 9-10 of Supernatural, proceed with caution cuz of spoilers.

Summary: Reader confesses fantasies of an "apple pie" life to Dean and he does something unexpected 👀.

I can see myself and Dean being thrown against the wall as we watched Sam, possessed by Gadreel, stalk over to Kevin. I scream at the top of my lungs for Gadreel to stop, but my pleas are not heard. Gadreel places Sam's hand on Kevin's forehead and a bright light shines from inside Kevin's body as he screams out in pain.

"No!" I shriek, my body immobilized out of fear and panic.

Kevin's screams cease as his lifeless body falls with a thud to the ground, his eyes burned out of his head. Gadreel places a small note with Kevin's name on his body and leaves. Tears stream down my face as I rush to Kevin's side just to feel the remaining warmth fade from his body.

"Y/n!"

I wake up to the sound of Dean calling my name and I'm instantly aware of the light sweat seeping through my pajamas. Turning my gaze over to Dean, I notice a look of worry is evident on his face as he searches mine for some sort of sign.

Kevin died about a week ago. While Dean, Cas, and I were looking for Sam and trying to find a way to cast out Gadreel has been the priority, which meant that none of us had time to grieve.

"Was it the same one, sweetheart?" Dean asks, his voice bringing me out of my thoughts which causes me to burst into tears.

He pulls me in to a knowing and comforting embrace, letting me cry into his chest.

"It's so hard, Dean. Why did it have to be him?" I sobbed.

Dean strokes my hair comfortingly, saying, "I know, Y/n. He didn't deserve it."

I pull back from him and look into his forest green eyes, "None of us deserve this pain, Dean."

"I don't know, sweetheart. If it weren't for me having Kevin stay with us, he would be alive right now," Dean replied.

I sit up, "Dean, this isn't your fault. It was Metatron's fault for telling Gadreel to kill him and Gadreel's fault for actually going through with it."

He sighs, putting his hands behind his head on his pillow, looking like he's deep in thought as he stares into the void of the dark motel room. His eyes look glossy as if tears are about to spill.

"Do you ever think what life would be like if we didn't hunt?" Dean asked, eyes searching my face for an answer.

I study his eyes, trying to figure out what's going on behind them as I answer, "I try not to so I don't get upset about the things that could have been, but sometimes I can't help it."

"What do you think about?" He asked.

I'm suddenly thankful for the darkness of the room as I can feel my face heat up. Dean and I have been dating for what feels like forever and the topic of the apple pie life fantasies have never come up. Needless to say, we've never discussed how much further we wanted to take our relationship.

"I think about having an apple pie life. You know, white picket fence, a nice house, a kid or two, maybe a dog," I answer.

"Ever think about getting married?" Dean inquires.

I smile, "Yeah. I do."

Dean flashes me a soft smile, the first real one since Kevin passed, and says, "I think about all that too. Especially getting married...to you."

I can feel my heart flutter in my chest, "I mean we could if we really wanted to get married, but since we have a lot of stuff going on with Sam, Metatron, and Abbadon, we kinda got our hands full."

"Yeah, you're right," Dean agrees, sitting up and lifting himself off the bed, turning on his bedside lamp.

I somewhat think I've upset him until I see him searching through his bag and coming around to my side of the bed.

"I guess I have a confession to make," Dean states, fiddling with the small object in his hands, "I've held onto this for so long and everytime I've seen this in my bag it has reminded me to keep going. To keep fighting so we can end all of this and I'll actually live to be with you forever, so..."

He kneels down on one knee in front of me, holding out what I can now see as a ring and instantly my eyes are filled with tears, "Dean..."

"Y/n L/n, will you marry me?" Dean asked, his eyes hopeful and his hands presenting the ring.

I nod my head frantically, "Yes! Of course I'll marry you."

Dean grins, sliding the ring on my finger and stands up, pulling me into an embrace and kissing me.

"After all of this, I swear to you that we'll have our apple pie life," Dean promises.

I smile, "Just gotta live through it first."

He smiles back at me and kisses me again.

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It's been a long and difficult road when we've finally reached the final battle with Metatron. Abbadon is finally dead, since Dean now bears the Mark of Cain and we are in possession of the First Blade, and Sam is back to normal.

Fire burns around the homeless encampment and smoke filters into my lungs as I see Sam and Dean. Dean looks bloodied and bruised as he rests against a pile of something I can't quite make out and Sam is assisting him with balance.

My gut immediately tells me something is wrong as I approach them and when I get closer, I notice that he's bleeding profusely from his abdomen.

"Hey sweetheart," Dean greets, his eyes fighting to stay awake.

"Dean you're gonna be okay, there's gotta be some spell or something to heal you," Sam says, frantically.

"Baby, come on fight," I plead, "you gotta stay alive for me."

"I love you," he replies, his eyes closing and his last breath leaves his lungs.

"Dean!" I cry. "No, no, no, please baby wake up."

And just like that Dean and my future with him was gone...

Hiii, lawd it's been a while since I wrote anything. I know I have another series to do but I am currently watching Supernatural and I just finished season 9 and I'm about to finish season 10. I got inspired to do this since this is basically the last half of season 9 and beginning of season 10 will be the next part if y'all want a part 2. Please like, comment, reblog if you liked it and on to the next one!

#dean winchester x reader #supernatural #dean winchester #hunter!reader x dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #crowley #Spotify

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blackmarketfruitrollups · 2 years

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I'm Not Sure Of Anything Anymore - Remus Lupin x Reader

A/N So this is reposted from my quotev, so don't report me if you recognize this lol. This is a little angsty, and I hope you enjoy :)

"You do realize you can't keep this from her forever, right?"

"She's gonna find out at some point."

"It's best that she hears it from you."

"She's starting to wonder, it's only a matter of time."

"This has to be the stupidest thing you've ever done, and that's saying a lot."

These things echoed around in Remus' head, bouncing around against the inside of his skull and ringing in his ears like a gong. He knew these things, knew that he had to come clean sooner rather than later, but he'd successfully kept everything a secret up until this point and it was going so well that it was hard to ever imagine this beautiful reality shattering.

But that's the thing, it wasn't reality. It was a beautiful, fragile lie that he'd been striving to keep up, putting so much effort into this façade that the idea of it being broken seemed almost cruel.

But nothing lasts forever. What a painful lesson to learn.

"What are you staring at, honey?" Marlene asked, concern dripping from her voice as she watched her friend just stare into the abyss, not even blinking.

"Huh?" Y/N shook her head and turned to her friends, both of them watching her worry plastered on their faces. "Oh- uh. Yeah no, I'm- I'm fine."

"You don't look very convinced." Lily pointed out, gently rubbing her hand up and down her friend's arm. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

"It's really nothing, I'm just being stupid." Y/N muttered, wrapping her arms around herself for comfort. "It's just.... Have you guys noticed how often Remus is with that Ravenclaw now?"

"Who? Charlotte Kingsfield?" Marlene questioned.

Y/N slowly nodded. "It just seems like they're suddenly best friends, but whenever I ask about it he gets really nervous and changes the subject." She paused and took a deep breath, holding back tears. "Do you think..... do you think he's cheating on me?"

Lily and Marlene shared a panicked, wide eyed glance, before both bursting into what they hoped would be comforting reassurance.

"Absolutely not!"

"Remus would never! That boy's crazy about you!"

"He talks about you all the time, he's to in love to ever even dream of cheating!"

Y/N sniffed and nodded along with their words. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I'm just being dumb."

"No love, you aren't being dumb at all!" Marlene argued. "It's natural to be concerned, but I promise you from the bottom of my heart, Remus would never cheat on you."

Y/N considered their words for a minute, before she nodded again and a small smile appeared on her face. "Okay, thanks guys." She glanced down at her watch and swore, grabbing her bag. "I've got a class starting in ten minutes, so I got to get going. I'll see you guys in Herbology later, right?"

"Right." Lily smiled at her reassuringly. "We love you."

"Love you guys too." Y/N smiled, feeling better now that she'd been able to get her fears off her chest. Today was going to be a good day, she could feel it.

Y/N waved to her best friends as she started walking backwards towards to doors to the Great Hall, not wanting to be late to Potions again. Slughorn was already pissed enough at her as it was for skipping Slug Club without any notice. She spun around and started jogging towards the doors, watching her feet to make sure she didn't trip over anyone's stuff that was sprawled on the floor.

Finally making it to the end of the tables and past all the students, Y/N glanced up, and her bag and wand fell from her hands, a faint 'THUD' barely registering in her mind as she felt her heart being crushed, tears welling up in her eyes.

There, about fifty feet away, was that damned Ravenclaw Charlotte Kingsfield giggling, pulling behind her a laughing Remus Lupin, their hands intertwined tightly. Charlotte's face was covered in a bright pink blush, and Remus' face was slowly turning redder by the second in a way that only Y/N could make happen.

Or at least, she used to be the only person that could make that happen, but now her 'perfect' boyfriend was running off with another girl. And all she could do was stand there and watch as her heart shattered.

"YOU BLOODY MORON!" Lily roared, storming into the Marauder's dorm with a fuming Marlene hot on her heels.

"REMUS LUPIN!" Marlene growled, pushing a confused James Potter out of her way and stalking over to Remus' bed. "I'M GOING TO KICK MY FOOT SO FAR UP YOUR ARSE YOU'RE GOING TO BE TASTING NAIL POLISH!"

"Woah! Woah woah. Let's just calm down now!" Sirius gently grabbed his girlfriend before she was able to strangle Remus, restraining her and carefully pulling Marlene away from the terrified boy.

"No! We're aren't going to calm down!" Lily shouted, also being restrained by her boyfriend whose glasses were askew on his face from her fighting. "This idiot needs to be held accountable!"

"Accountable for what?" James questioned incredulously.

"That's what I would like to know!" Remus muttered, eyeing the two struggling females with slight fear.

"Charlotte Kingsfield, that's what!" Marlene snapped. "Stop acting all innocent you two-faced, lying, pond scum of a human being!"

The three Marauders exchanged confused looks, having no clue what the girls were going on about. This had been an incredibly baffling interaction thus far, but at least Lily and Marlene were physically fighting less now. Verbally, not so much.

"What, the Ravenclaw girl?" Sirius asked.

"Yes that Ravenclaw girl!" Lily growled. "Your super loyal best friend here, has been cheating on Y/N with her!"

All of their heads snapped around to stare at Remus, the girls with utter contempt, and the boys with confused horror.

"What- cheating on Y/N??" Remus' eyes were wide with confusion, having no clue what his girlfriend's bestfriends were going on about.

"I thought you were just getting your Wolfsbane from Kingsfield?" James accused.

"I am!" Remus exclaimed. "I have no clue what their talking about!"

"You LIAR!" And just like that Marlene was back to struggling, desperate to get her manicured hands around the boy's throat.

"ALRIGHT!" Sirius hollered, shutting up everyone in the room. "We," he gestured between himself and James. "Have absolutely no clue what's going on, and he," he gestured to Remus who was still sitting wide-eyed. "doesn't seem to know either. So we are all going to sit down, and have a nice, calm conversation so we can figure all of this out."

"Wow, look at you Pads. Being all mature and responsible." James nodded, impressed.

"It's sad I'm the most rational right now." Sirius sighed.

Finally having managed to get the girls to sit down and not lunge at their best friend, James and Sirius were sitting on one bed with Remus in between them, and Marlene and Lily sitting across from them on another bed.

"Now, let's hear what exactly has you guys so worked up." James said, gesturing towards Lily to start.

"You're buddy here has been cheating on Y/N with that stupid Ravenclaw." Lily huffed.

"I have not!" Remus exclaimed, baffled by this whole situation.

"He has too!" Marlene snapped.

James sighed, fixing his glasses. "Why do you think he's been cheating on her?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because suddenly he's spending more time with Kingsfield than his actual girlfriend? Maybe because Kingsfield was very giggly when holding his hand and pulling him out of the Great Hall! Maybe because his actual girlfriend has been crying herself to sleep over the fact that her boyfriend won't give her a straight answer about why he's been spending so much time with that Ravenclaw!" Marlene spewed, glaring at Remus with hatred.

"He keeps disappearing out of nowhere with her, and I don't believe that she's just giving him Wolfsbane." Lily snipped.

"Alright." Sirius rubbed his forehead in a tired manner. "Now Remus, care to explain what the hell they're talking about?"

"All I've been doing with Kingsfield is getting my Wolfsbane from her, I swear. She was giggly this morning because Joshua Pringley had just asked her out, and she was pulling me by my hand because Madam Pomfrey needed me to run some tests this morning, that's all!" Remus explained. "I would never cheat on Y/N, I love her too much to do that!"

"Wait, what does Kingsley have to do with Madam Pomfrey?" Marlene asked.

"She's her apprentice. Kingsley wants to be the next head nurse at Hogwarts, and after we graduate this year she's going to be her apprentice full time since she won't have classes to worry about. Madam Pomfrey sends Charlotte to get me for my treatments every month, that's why I'll just 'disappear with her' like you said." Remus told them, hoping this would clear some of this up.

"So, it sounds like this was all just a big misunderstanding!" James chirped, clapping his hands together. "So just explain to Y/N you get your Wolfsbane from Kingsley, and that should clear all of this up!"

Sirius nodded, agreeing with James, and then turned to the girls. "Does that sound okay?"

Marlene and Lily glared at him, before looking at each other then nodding. They still weren't happy with Remus, but at least he wasn't actually cheating on their best friend.

Remus coughed and rubbed the back of his neck, "So uh- here's the thing about that. I kind of- uh, can't just tell her that."

Lily eyeballed him suspiciously as James and Sirius got quiet again. "Why not Lupin?"

"'Cause I uh- might not have told her I was a werewolf yet..." Remus muttered. "OW! Why'd you hit me?"

Remus rubbed his head where Sirius had smacked him, staring at his friend.

"You said you were gonna tell her last year!"

"You're saying she still doesn't know?" James asked, baffled. "You've been dating for four years Remus! You're planning on propos-" He slapped a hand over his mouth, Remus and Sirius looking horrified at his revelation while Lily and Marlene's eyes got huge.

"He's planning on what!?"

"I wasn't supposed to say that." James muttered sheepishly.

"No, no, I'm glad you did. That only adds to the gravity of this situation." Marlene spun towards Remus again. "What are you going to do if you did get married? Just casually forget to mention it to her, until your wife starts wondering why her husband disappears at the same time every single month? Or what about when you have kids? Are you just gonna let her find out when one of your children suddenly turns furry and bloodthirsty?"

"Marlene-" Sirius tried to stop her.

"No, she has a point! Is he really gonna blindside her completely? I thought you loved her, Remus. Your actions say otherwise." Lily snapped, standing up. "I'm done talking to you, Lupin. Either figure this shit out and come clean, or she's gonna leave you, and we," She gestured between herself and Marlene. "Will never speak to you again for hurting her like that."

With that, Lily and Marlene left the dorm, leaving to very confused boys, and one very scared werewolf mulling over what they'd said.

Having made up his mind, that night Remus went looking for his girlfriend, ready to be completely honest about who and what he was. His friends were right, this was something Y/N absolutely needed to know, especially if they were going to have a future together. He couldn't keep this from her for any longer, and despite withholding the information to try and protect her, it was only succeeding in damaging the relationship that was so precious to him.

He finally found her, sitting alone by the lake under the same tree where he'd first asked her to go on a date with him.

"Hey love." Remus murmured, coming to sit on the grass next to her.

"Hi." She mumbled, not even turning to look at him. She hadn't automatically gone to lean against him like normal, and Remus could almost see the overwhelming thoughts that were churning around in her head.

"How's you're day been?" He tried, hoping to get her to relax a little before breaking the news to her.

"Could've been better." She responded flatly.

"Anything interesting happen?" He tried again.

Y/N rolled her eyes and finally turned to look at him. Her mascara was smudged around her eyes, and there were black tear tracks down the sides of her cheeks. Her nose was slightly runny from crying so much, and her eyes were puffy and red. Despite all of this, she was still the most gorgeous person Remus had ever been blessed to see.

"Why are you even here?" She asked.

"What do you mean?" Remus questioned. Didn't she want him here? She'd told him once that he was the biggest comfort when she was feeling upset. He was just praying that was still true.

"I mean, shouldn't you be off with your new girlfriend."

"What new girlf-" He started, before she very abruptly stood up and cut him off.

"Oh stop playing dumb Remus. I'm really not in the mood." Y/N turned and started to walk off, Remus quickly scrambling to his feet and following her.

"Do you mean Charlotte Kingsfield? She's not-"

"OH! So you do know what I'm talking about!" Y/N threw her hands in the air and chuckled sarcastically. She spun and shoved him in the chest. "Well where is your little Ravenclaw then? Shouldn't you be snogging her in some closet right about now? You know, before you come crawling back to me pretending like you aren't a lying arsehole!"

"No, Y/N I promise you I have never once snogged her, or any other girl while we've been dating!" Remus promised, trying to get her to believe that he was telling the truth.

"So I guess it's just a coincidence that suddenly my boyfriend is barely spending any time with me and keeps sneaking off with the popular girl from another house. How'd you meet her Remus? Is she a prefect too? Another perfect gorgeous girl that throws herself at you when I'm not there, because 'oh stupid Y/N wasn't perfect or smart enough to be a prefect!'"

"That's not what's going on at all!"

"Then explain to me what is, exactly! Because right now there really isn't any logical explanation for why you're suddenly all over her unless you're snogging her behind my back!"

"You really want to know?"

"No! I just want to stand here hollering at you in the middle of the night. Yes of course I want to know!"

Remus took a deep breath, hoping that this wasn't going to explode in his face more than it already had.

"I'm a werewolf." He squeezed his eyes shut, praying she wasn't going to scream in terror or take off running. Instead, he was met with a humorless laugh.

"Wow. A werewolf huh?" Y/N smiled sarcastically. "You must really think I'm pathetic huh."

"W-what?"

"You can't even come out and say that you want to break up? You have to come up with some shitty excuse to explain your behavior? You really think I'm that stupid?!" Y/N started to yell.

"No! I'm not lying I promise you! I am a werewolf, and the reason I've been around Kingsley so much recently is because she brings me Wolfsbane! That's it, that's all that has been happening between the two of us!" Remus grabbed her hands, trying to stop her from walking away. "I promise you, I have never once cheated on you. I love you too much to ever dream of doing that."

She stared at him quietly for a moment, before pulling her hands away and slowly shaking her head.

"Okay Remus, let's say that you're telling the truth and you are a werewolf. Did you really think my love was that fragile? And that Kingsley has been bringing you Wolfsbane. Why exactly did you feel safer telling some random Ravenclaw than your own girlfriend?!"

"I was trying to protect you!"

"You were trying to protect me? Really? But Charlotte Kingsfield can know! Kingsfield can know all about your deep dark secrets but me, your girlfriend of four years isn't allowed to know!" Y/N took a deep breath, wrapping her arms around herself to try and protect her fragile heart.

"How long, Remus?"

"How long, what?"

"How long, have you been a werewolf? Is this like a recent thing, or.." Y/N was trying desperately to find some solution as to why her boyfriend hadn't trusted her enough to tell her, but Charlotte got to know. Maybe he just got turned into one this year. Maybe she just happened to stumble upon him while he was changed and that's why she was helping Y/N's boyfriend and not her. Y/N was just praying that this was all a recent development, that he hadn't been keeping this from her for very long, that their relationship wasn't built on lies.

"Since I was four."

And the world stopped spinning.

He'd been a werewolf since he was four. They'd met when they were both eleven, and they're seventeen now. Six years of friendship, four years of dating, and she was just finding all of this out now.

They stood in silence for a few minutes, Y/N trying desperately not to start crying, and Remus frantically searching for a way to salvage this. When finally, very quietly, she spoke.

"Did you not trust me? Did I not love you well enough?"

"No! Never! My love," Remus gently, but desperately grabbed her face and brought their foreheads together, "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and the only reason I didn't tell you was because I was scared. This is all my fault, not yours. And the only reason Kingsley even knows is because she's helping Madam Pomfrey, I promise."

"I don't know Remus..."

"Please my darling, believe me when I tell you that I love you more than life itself. And please, please give me another chance, I won't screw this one up! I'll be the best boyfriend that you've ever seen, and there won't be anymore lies ever." He was gently cradling her body to his chest, their foreheads pressed together and his breath fanning across her face, before she gently stepped back, away from him.

"Remus, I'm gonna need some time, and some space to think. And when it's all done, I can't promise that I'm going to want to come back to you."

"W-what are you saying? Are you, breaking up with me?" Remus could feel is heart shattering, his life crumbling in front of him as the center of his universe started to cry again.

"I-I don't know." She sniffed. "I'm not sure of anything anymore."

Y/N turned and walked away, arms clutched to her chest as silent sobs came out of her, tears freely streaming down her face.

And Remus just stood there, watching her walk away, tears starting to flow down his cheeks, as the ring in his pocket suddenly got really heavy.

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TES Rescue & Rehabilitation Program

True North Equestrian

Week 1 (Pt. 1) - Miracle of Miracles

When Pidge signed up to be a part of the Rescue & Rehabilitation program, she'd been prepared for a lot of things. Given this was her first rescue, she'd spent weeks researching and reaching out to others within the community for advice. She knew that this wouldn't be as heartwarming as the Buzzfeed videos liked to pretend - they could see anything from severe neglect to fear-based aggression, and recovery would take weeks if not months. She knew this. She'd committed to it. She'd stepped out to run a few errands, and figured she'd have time to get back to True North before the 'delivery'. When Oskar's name popped up on her phone, she just assumed the drivers just got there early and that her stable manager would get their new arrival settled. What Oskar said, though, made her heart stop. "Sweetheart, I need you to meet me at the vet right now. She's here, and- honey, it's not good." Pidge dropped her shopping and bolted.

Week 1 submission for the Rescue & Rehabilitation Program event at @theequestriansims <3

The drive to the vet took an eternity and yet, in the blink of an eye, she was there. Oskar's truck was already parked there, as was the delivery trailer. What was going on?

She burst into the stable block and found Oskar waiting for her. Behind him, the vet and a group of techs swarmed one of the open stalls. At first, Pidge thought it was empty - and then she spotted the mud-caked legs of the saddest creature she'd ever laid eyes on.

"Pidge- Pidge, hon, look at me," Oskar said, and she tore her eyes away to look up at him. "She collapsed on the way in. The vet thinks she's got a raging infection of some kind. They're gonna try and get her up again, but- she's in really rough shape. She… We might need to prepare for the worst." Pidge hadn't even met her, but her heart was already breaking for the mare currently in that stall. Bless Oskar for trying to soften the blow, but it did nothing to alleviate the grief and fear gripping her throat in a vice.

She kept back, waiting anxiously as the vet and his team did his work. Finally, things began to settle down, and Doc turned towards her. He was an old man, wrinkles lining his face, but his mind was sharp and he was dedicated to his craft, and she knew he was doing all he could.

"We've got her stable, Pidge," Doc told her, "From what I can tell, she's got a massive infection. I've got her on antibiotics and painkillers, which should start kicking in pretty quick. She's got a hell of a gash on her knee, and her feet- in all my years, I haven't seen feet as bad as that." She'd known Doc all her life, and she'd never seen him look so grave. "Can't tell much more 'till the bloodwork comes back, but- this is gonna be touch and go." One gnarled hand settled on her shoulder. "Kid, I'm not gonna lie to you. It'll be a miracle if she lasts the night. We're gonna do our best, but- Well. It's up to her, now." "I'll stay the night," Pidge said, feeling numb. Her eyes drifted back to the mud-caked legs of her newest charge. "If… If she does go, I don't want her to be alone. I'll keep out of the way, I promise." "Okay," Doc said, nodding. There was no point in arguing with her. He moved off to talk to Oskar, probably about the logistics of everything. That was probably for the best - he was the one in charge of financials, anyways. Finally, finally, she got her first good look at the rescue. The poor thing was laid out on her side, legs akimbo. Her chest rose and fell, labored but steady. Her hooves were so overgrown that they'd started to bend backwards. She was covered in so much dirt that Pidge couldn't even tell what color she was. "Oh, baby," Pidge sighed. She edged around the stall, moving slowly, carefully, until she could sit by the poor mare's head. The mare didn't so much as twitch, as if she didn't even know Pidge was there. With a trembling hand, Pidge began to gently stroke her face.

She didn't know quite what possessed her to start singing. Maybe it was her aching heart, longing to give comfort to a creature the world had failed. Maybe it was because it was because the mare was just so quiet, so lifeless. Or maybe it was because she was already hopelessly attached, despite the situation being so dire. The poor horse in front of her deserved kindness… even if it was the final kindness of a gentle lullaby. Everything was up to her now.

"Little bird, little Chavaleh, I don't understand what's happening today… Everything is all a blur…"

--- Doc was right about the long night. She wasn't quite sure when she dozed off, but the soft whuff of air across her face made her jerk awake with a half-aborted snore. Blearily, she looked up at the dark shape looming over her… and gasped "Oh my God-…!" The mare was on her feet. The mare had made it through the night. Not only that, the mare was looking at Pidge with cautious curiosity, as if she wasn't quite sure where this disheveled human had even come from. Pidge scrambled to her knees and cautiously extended her hands. After one breathless moment, the mare leaned forward to press her nose into Pidge's palms. "I knew you could do it," She whispered to the mare, gazing into the rich brown eyes of the animal before her. "Little bird… Little Chavaleh…"

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