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plutoispurplw · 3 months

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Cardigan

Summary: Spencer is having dudes about his feelings towards JJ and reader can't bear it.

Couple: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Spencer being a bad boyfriend, mention of prision and drugs.

A/N: I just write this because haunted of my favorite blonde but ended up in cardigan. Second part is probably in saturday or sunday.

Second part!

All these years for what? He always gonna dude about their relationship.

After he was held hostage with JJ he started to act differently towards you, he was more cold and looked guilty when you tried to hug him.

In a case when you both shared a room, you lay down on the bed by his side, it was almost midnight. You try to move closer to him but he just moves away just a little, you get nervous for a moment but you decide to push the thoughts aside.

"Spencer I wanna talk with you about something important." You look at him in the eyes, sitting against the gray headboard of the bed.

"I notice that you've been acting weird and-"

He didn't let you finish, normally he wouldn’t do that and less in a conversation like this. "Please don't start now Y/N, nothing is happening with me. Let's just sleep okay?" The tone of his voice was annoyed and sounded tired, his facial expression was annoyed

You felt your heart break a little at his words but you tried to mend it by telling yourself that he maybe was frustrated with the case and that you have to stop overthinking.

Nothing was wrong.

You lay down again in the bed and put the beige blanket over your body and his. "Okay, I'm sorry, I was just worried about you and if something was wrong."

His expression changed again and he looked filled with guilt. "Don't apologize, you just were worried. Let's just sleep okay, sweetheart?" It was the name that he called you but it felt like ice against your warm skin. It was burning but you could bear it.

You started to be more worried, maybe he was having problems again with drugs? That would explain the guilty face that receives you when you kiss him.

Questions, that what you had so you started to ask him what was happening but he always denied everything, he thought that you were that stupid?

In the wedding of Rossi, you notice the looks between him and JJ, but you decide to ignore that even if it gives you a bad feeling in your guts, maybe you just were exaggerating.

Weeks later he and you were in the apartment, he was sitting on the couch reading a book, and you approached him and sat on his lap. Normally he would put the book down and kiss you but now he didn't do that, he kept reading like you weren't there.

"Spencer, what's happening?" Your voice was tired this time, you were tired of this, of never knowing what was wrong.

He put the book down and looked at you in the eyes, he looked annoyed by you again, and you felt hurt. "Nothing is happ-"

Now you were the one interrupting him, your voice was louder. "Stop saying that, I know something is wrong so just tell me what is happening."

He put you on the couch and got up, he was pacing around the living room, he looked stressed out and you were just looking at the floor. That's when he starts talking.

When you hear his words your mind when just blank, and your face doesn’t have any emotions for a moment, the only thing that could betray your sadness is that the characteristic light in your gaze is gone.

How he could heal and draw over your scars just to make new ones, scars that would never heal.

After that you started to cry, all your emotions were being poured into your salty tears. He tried to comfort you but you didn't let him.

"You feel something for her?" He stayed quiet, he didn't look at your eyes. That told you everything that you have to know.

How could he love her? You were the one who listened to his rants and facts. You were the one who comforted him when he had nightmares or couldn't sleep because of the memories from prison, from his addiction, from everything bad that happened to him. You were the one who always loved him and the one who would give their life without thinking for him.

"She is married and she has kids Spencer!" You yell at him, anger starts to grow inside you along with the sadness from your broken heart.

"I know," He calmly told you, how could he be calm after breaking your heart?

Maybe you weren't that important to him, maybe you were the consolation prize after all.

"Y/N, I love you, I need you to know that." His hands cupped your face, hands that were always delicate with you, like you were a doll of porcelain. For an instant, you were gonna get closer to kiss him, But you noticed his gaze, filled with guilt and pity for you.

You got up and ran towards the bedroom, the suitcase on the bed while you were filling it with clothes and your things. Tears wetting your clothes and your cheeks.

He then spoke again. "Please wait Y/N, calm down." He tried to hug you from behind you, it felt like he was trying to contain you.

You turn around and push him away from your body, from your embrace. "Stop saying that I need to calm down! You just said that maybe you still love Jennifer, how the fuck do you want me to feel about it?" You yell at him at the top of your lungs. You take a deep breath and keep packing your things.

He let you keep packing the suitcase, he didn't try to stop you again.

When you ended up filling your suitcase you walked to the principal door of the apartment, ready to go anywhere but here, you couldn't bear the thought of sleeping in the same bed where he told you that he loved you for the first time.

When you look back you find him with his eyes crystallized, the guilt was consuming him. Your fool heart broke again at the sight of him like this but your brain didn’t let you go back so you stepped out of the apartment.

After that you came to our friend's house and told her everything, she let you cry on her shoulder and told you to stay and don't go back still.

In the middle of the night, you woke up, wishing that this was just a really bad dream but that didn't happen, you were in the guest room alone.

Now you couldn't sleep without his welcoming warm that embraces you through the most cold nights.

After all, you always gonna be his second choice, the one that he could always count on to comfort him even if he didn't reciprocate your feelings.

You should know better than wanting to hug him and forgive him but you couldn't help that feeling, you thought that he was the love of your life, the father of your kids, the one you would die with.

You put your hand on top of your belly, how you were supposed to tell him that you were pregnant with his child after that? You didn't know what to do.

You felt like an old cardigan under someone's bed waiting to be found again and be used.

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the-froschamethyst4 · 1 month

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Pink Silk and Baby Shoes

𖤐Pairing: Father! Alex x Pregnant! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, strong language, baby, kissing, married couple, pregnancy, comfort, pregnancy cravings, birthing,

𖤐Summary: Alex is absolutely whipped for his pregnant wife, any little thing she asks for he does it for her, she craving something he gets up and gets it for her just to keep her happy

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12:00AM

It's midnight, fucking midnight and Y/n is in bed wide awake with the cravings again. She groans and rolls on her side facing her husband, he was peacefully sleeping and it kind of pissed off Y/n, that he was sleeping just fine and she couldn't sleep.

She ran her fingers through his hair and then his eyes fluttered open.

"Baby, why are you awake?" He asked, through a yawn.

"I'm hungry..."

"Okay, what do you want?" He asked, looking at her.

"Pickles and peanut butter, Oreos and jelly, and Cheetos," she says.

"Cravings?" she nods. "Baby as much as I would go and do anything for you and the baby, but no store is even open-"

"Yeah huh."

"Where?" He asked.

"The store on 45th street, it's a 24 hour market."

"How do you know that?" He asked, sitting up on the edge of the bed getting ready.

"I drove past it with my sister when we went out last week."

"Oh great," he yawns. Y/n taps his back as a 'don't get smart with me' he chuckles and turns around leaning over her and kissing her forehead. "I'll be back, text me if anything changes."

"Okay."

Alex is trying to get use to be woken up at midnight for his wife's pregnancy cravings. It started a few weeks ago when she woke him up for ice cream and chocolate syrup which was a tame craving but they started to get weird almost every night.

Alex got into his Branco and drove to the 24 hour market, he let's out another yawn and pulled out of his driveway. He yawns and made sure the volume was turned down almost to a whisper, he was still to tired and didn't want to blast music at midnight.

He saw the market, getting out of the Branco and walking through the automatic doors. He was greeted and he picks up a basket walking around the store to find everything he needs for his wife and her cravings.

As he was walking he also saw a few other husbands looking tired as hell getting weird food that don't go together, must be other fathers-to-be.

He grabs double-stuffed Oreos, crunchy peanut butter, Y/n's almond milk, that she likes, along with a few other things, he knows Y/n will probably text him on getting.

He went an checked out and headed back home, as he pulls into the driveway, he sees the living room light on, knowing Y/n moved from the bedroom to the living room.

"Baby, I'm back," he says, dropping some of the bags on the counter. Y/n got up, she had some whipped cream and strawberries in her hands. Alex chuckles at her. "Baby, I was coming back."

"I know, but I was hungry now," she says, placing everything on the counter and she pulls the stool out from under the bar and grabbing the double-stuffed Oreos, peanut butter and almond milk. Alex yawns going back upstairs to change into pajamas.

But once up there fell asleep on the comfortable master bed. Y/n moans in satisfaction when fulfilling her cravings. She was done eating and headed upstairs after turning off the lights downstairs.

She rubs her big belly and sees her husbands passed out on the bed, ankles off the bed, arms wide open, and small snores coming from his mouth, she giggles at him, she kisses his temple and got on her side of the bed and fell asleep finally satisfied.

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Next Morning (8:00AM)

Alex had woke up to the sound of the shower going, he rubs his eyes and rolled on his side again, he sat up knowing he can't sleep all day. He goes to the bathroom seeing Y/n's silhouette behind the shower door.

"When did you wake up?" He asked her.

"Oh a few minutes ago," she says, turning off the shower, she slightly opens the door and grabs the soft white towel off the towel rack and wrapped her body with it. She steps out and stood next to Alex, her hair dripping on her back and shoulders, as she grabs her toothbrush and brushed her teeth with him.

"So...I was thinking...names...we know...the baby...is going to be a girl..." He starts in between brushing his teeth. "What names were you thinking?" He says after spitting out the toothpaste and wiping his mouth.

"Well, I had a few names picked out already, Maddie, Bailey, Chloe, Eden, and Lana."

"I like Maddie." He says.

"Really? I thought it was kind of basic. A few names I was going through all sounded basic to me..."

"Well, she is our daughter, and besides I like the name Maddie, reminds me of my grandmother, her name was Madison but we called her Grandma Maddie, because it was easier for us kids," Alex says with a chuckle.

"We can do Maddie." Y/n says, looking at her husband.

"Maddie Keller...what about a middle name?" Alex asked looking down at her.

"Why don't you come up with a middle name, figure out what goes with Maddie Keller."

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11:00AM

"What about this?" Y/n held up a baby onesie with little lions on it.

"It's cute...what's the size?"

"4 months, she can grow into it," Y/n says, placing it into the cart.

"Baby, we have around 10 different outfits for when she grows up, but what about clothes she needs after she comes home?"

"Oh right!" Alex chuckles.

Y/n started to go through all the clothes for newborn baby girls and as she's looking...she noticed something between the baby boys and baby girls. All the girls had something on their clothes saying 'keep me away from boys,' 'my daddy is the only boy in my life,' she looks at some and placed them, Alex was a little confused with them because he thought they were cute, but he didn't realize there was a problem.

"What was wrong with that one, baby? I liked it."

"But look at them Alex." She grabs a baby girls shirt and a baby boys shirt.

The girls was in a bright pink with it saying 'daddies only girl' and holding the baby boys next to the girls, it was a dark blue with it saying 'I'm a ladies man.'

"Do we see the difference now?" She asked.

"Oh yeah, now I see it-why the fuck do they do that?" He asks.

"I don't know, but it pisses me off, I even looked on Amazon for newborn baby girl clothing and every single one had some wording on it something sexist like daddies girl, daddy is the only boy in my life, daddy this, daddy that, keep boys away from me, why can't I get some simple for my daughter and almost every single newborn clothing has words on it. I'm about just order something off ETSY for my daughter," Y/n made some good points and Alex sees how passionate she is about it.

"I understand baby," he says, cupping her face. "You do what you think is best, baby, and I will support you, you know I will," he kissed her lips.

Alex then walks behind Y/n as they looked around some more for their baby girl. Y/n rubs her belly as Alex watched her, like she is a goddess. Y/n turns to her husband giving him a soft smile.

"I think we're done for now," she says as they went to go check-out. Alex pays for everything for his wife and daughter.

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A Week Later (10:15AM)

Y/n had sat on the couch eating and Alex was messing with his Branco outside in the garage, he needed an oil change, and to clean his car, he needed it badly. He also wanted to be prepared for when the baby arrives. Getting the baby carrier settled into the back, making sure it was secured.

"Alex!" He looks on the porch seeing Y/n, she was shaking and he sees water between her legs, he rushes her into his car as he runs into the house to get the overnight bag.

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4:23PM

Alex rushes into the hospital asking for a nurse and doctor, they came out with a wheelchair and helping Y/n get into a room, they gently helped her on the bed and were getting her prepped and ready for delivery.

Alex looks at his wife who was sweating, she was trying to push and all he could do was for her to have a hand to hold, he gave her encouraging words, but she didn't hear them at first, she was only focused on making sure her daughter was going to be okay, and once the doctor said they saw her head, she listened to Alex and his soft words.

"You're doing so good, baby...keep going, she's almost here," Alex kissed his wife's forehead. Y/n did everything she was suppose to and listened to the doctors.

"She is here!" The doctor says as nurses cleaned the baby up and quickly brought her to Y/n, letting her rest on Y/n's chest, Alex looks at his crying daughter, cupping her tiny head and kissing Y/n temple as he also had tears in his eyes.

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10:00PM

Y/n was asleep, Alex sat on the light tan leather couch, looking at his sleeping baby girl in the clean little tub, wrapped in a light pink blanket, a small beanie on her head. Alex was nervous to be a father, but he knew he was going to do his absolute best to be the best one.

He sees her stirring in her sleep, he stood up and loomed over her clear tub, he gently picks her up, he removes his shirt doing skin-to-skin, gently removing her blanket, and holding her close to his chest. He used the blanket to keep her warm while she was against him.

"I will do my best to be the best father I can be," he says, kissing her forehead. Maddie let's out a soft yawn, a smile on her face like she knew it was her father talking to her.

She yawns again and snuggles her face into his chest.

"She's so cute," Alex looks at his wife, who was looking at them.

"She looks like a baby version of you," he says, standing up and walking towards her, Y/n scoots over letting him sit next to her. Y/n looks at her baby girl, cupping her face rubbing her cheek with his finger so gently.

Alex gives Maddie to Y/n. It was like Maddie knew Y/n was her mother, Maddie smiles and opens her eyes and looks at her mom.

"Her eyes are open, Alex," he smiles and kisses her temple.

Maddie soon closed her eyes again, snuggling into Y/n's chest.

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After a few days, Y/n and Alex were getting ready to take baby Maddie home. Y/n was getting some comfortable clothes on, a sweatshirt, and sweatpants. Alex was in a t-shirt and sweatpants. Alex was getting Maddie settled into the baby carrier, he made sure she was buckled up safety and also making sure she was warm, she looked so comfortable.

Y/n came out of the bathroom, she grabs all her things and Alex grabbed the baby carrier with a sleeping Maddie in it, and they headed to Alex's Branco.

Alex made sure Maddie was secured in the back and Y/n was in the passenger seat trying to get comfortable, she wanted to sleep.

"Are you hungry?" Alex asked her as he starts the car.

"Yeah...I'm tired of hospital food," she says as Alex chuckles and heads to a fast food place to get something for his tired wife.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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WIBTA for pulling my younger brother from his bedroom for "sleepovers" in the living room in the middle of the night?

I hate how clickbaity that is, but it really is the most succinct way I can try to paraphrase this. I have submitted here before for similar reasons, so this setup may or may not sound vaguely familiar, but this is pretty self-contained as a separate issue, I think. Quick preface- I am one of four siblings. Ages aren't particularly important for this, save for the fact that the oldest three are within a handful of years of each other, while our youngest is several years our junior. I was 11 when he was born, for reference. We'll call him C, and the two middle brothers A and B.

We somewhat recently (within the past few years) moved to a new house with a few more rooms, which shook up our previous sleeping arrangements. Now, instead of A, B, and C sharing the same room while I had my own for gender-related reasons, A gets his own space while B and C continue sharing a room. This means that my room no longer immediately across the hall from all three. A has a bit of a history of being loud in the middle of the night and getting mad when others ask, request, or tell him to be quiet, so this was a relief.

However, my new room is still just a few feet away from B and C, and now B is doing loud enough things to keep me awake- mainly playing video games and either not using headphones, constantly humming loudly along to the music playing, or saying something about the game. As a "bonus," he insists that C has to watch him play the entire time.

Even though this runs well into the early hours of the morning most nights.

And C still has early-morning school to worry about.

Previously, I'd just resigned myself to shutting up, jamming earplugs in my ears each night, and dealing with whatever weirdness is making one of my ears painfully itchy on a daily basis as a result. However, recently our parents started giving C flak for staying up late. They also made sure we knew they wanted B to stop keeping him up, but I'm not sure B actually knows or cares.

C and I did a bit of kvetching about unrelated topics today, this subject came up, C told me he doesn't enjoy being kept up that late either, and I had the idea that, should midnight come and go without B quieting down, I would interrupt whatever they're doing and "ask" C if he wanted to come sleep in the living room with me. I'm putting "ask" in quotations because I voiced this idea almost immediately, and C agreed this would be helpful just as quickly; me asking would serve solely as a way to have me interject into whatever B's doing and give C a quick way out.

At the same time, B can get touchy if he thinks C is brushing him off or I'm "butting in." I mean, C and I kinda will be doing both those things if we wind up needing to do this, but B seems intent on monopolizing as much of C's time and actions as he can get away with. I don't really think they need to fully stop interacting, but maybe B needs some time to himself instead of constantly wringing attention out of the baby of the family.

Then again, B is an adult. Like, legally. He'll be able to drink in a few months. He doesn't need to act like I'm interrupting his playtime with his favorite action figure whenever I remind him C isn't required to pay attention to him 24/7.

Idk. As far as sleeping arrangements in the living room would go, there's enough furniture to go around. I'm just not entirely sure if butting in would be an asshole move. Justified? Almost certainly, I think. An asshole move? That, I don't know. Whatever the case, I'm hoping these things work out quickly enough that we don't lose much more sleep. We're tired of finally managing to get to sleep at 3 AM.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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honeysuckleharringtons · 4 months

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Part Seven: "Pour Over" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: (Then) Between postpartum blues and her baby's needy coos, Reader's having a hard time adjusting to her new life. But she quickly learns that sometimes you get by with a little help from your friends. — (Now) After dealing with her fussy child all night, the last thing Reader wants is a complicated day at work. Luckily for her, a certain nurse knows just how to make her day a little easier.

Pairing: Nurse!Steve Harrington x Fem!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 1,640

Content Warning: postpartum talk, anxiety talk, mentions of vomit (nothing in detail though), very mild swearing, mild hospital talk, mentions of food, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: yall i am so so so sorry that this took me so long to finish, more on this later but rn all i have to say is the world's biggest apology 😭

Originally Written: 01/06/2024 through 01/23/2024 (i'm so sorry)

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'brew and me' series masterlist can be found here!

[ Then, February of 1988 ]

At this point, you weren't sure how you hadn't died from sleep deprivation.

It had been a whole two weeks since the baby was born, and you were pretty sure you hadn't slept a wink since. One sleepless night had turned into two, and well… now you couldn't remember the last time you had slept.

The clock on the wall told you it was nearing three in the morning, the blackness outside the windows further proving that fact. The baby was once again crying, and no amount of midnight feedings or diaper changes or rocking her in the rocking chair had done the trick. You were warned about colic, but nothing could've prepared you for what it would be like in real time.

Another new nightly ritual was a tired Joyce stumbling into your bedroom, eyes heavy and feet shuffling. You knew exactly what she had in mind, but your Byers genes were far too stubborn to accept her offer.

“Mom, we're fine,” you insisted from your spot in the rocking chair. But even you knew that to the naked eye, you surely didn't look fine. Unwashed hair, blanket tossed messily over your lap, purple spots nearly black underneath your eyes.

Joyce just sighed from her spot in the doorway. “Honey, you are clearly not fine. Don't take this the wrong way but you're a mess.” The comment almost hurt you, though you supposed you appreciated your mother's honesty.

“I'll be okay,” you insisted. “It's not my first sleepless night.”

She moved to sit on the edge of your bed, across from the newly placed rocking chair and crib. “That's the problem, honey. You need sleep. You can't properly be there for her if you-”

“I can't leave her.”

“Don't get enough sleep and-”

“Mom, I can't-”

“You need to eat something too, honey. I mean, when was the last time you-”

“Mom!” you raised your voice this time, effectively cutting her off. “I cannot leave this baby.”

Joyce let out a long sigh, running a hand through her already messy hair. “If you don't take proper care of yourself, exhaustion is gonna hit you like a freight train. Then what?”

You supposed she might be right. But still, her comments couldn't make you see past your postpartum anxiety, worst case scenarios running rampant through your mind.

“What if something happens to her while I'm asleep?” you asked, voice weak. “Or what if she thinks I left her, just like…” you couldn't finish the statement before tears began to prick your eyes.

“Y/N, you know that me and Will would never let anything happen to this baby.” You could tell by her tone that she was being genuine, though both of you knew her words were useless when it came to your anxiety. “We love both of you. We would never let anything happen to her.”

Tears pricked your eyes as your panicked thoughts ran rampant. “What about Dad?”

She nearly fell off the bed after hearing your question. “Dad? What does Lonnie have to do with-”

“I keep having this weird feeling in my gut that Dad is gonna try something with her,” you explained, tears fully soaking your cheeks now. “Like he's going to try and take her from me.”

“I would never let that happen.” Joyce's words weren't a suggestion. She said them with such finality that you were tempted to believe her. “Lonnie walked out of here seven years ago. He hasn't gotten in here yet and I will make damn sure he doesn't get in now.”

Your heart was racing a million beats a minute. You weren't really sure why—other than postpartum anxiety—that Lonnie had been on your mind. But just the thought of him sent shivers up your spine and tears down your face.

Clinging harder to the bundle in your arms, careful not to hurt her but still holding her closer, you rocked gently in the chair in hopes of calming both yourself and the baby. Her cries had yet to subside, if anything they'd just grown louder.

“Mom, I'm so scared,” you finally broke. Even you could hear the weakness, the brokenness, the defeat in your voice. “What if I'm doing this all wrong?”

Joyce stood again, with that same finality as her words from earlier. “I'm not here to tell you how to raise your baby. You're the mother now and you know what's best for you and her,” she started, the words stern but gentle. “But I am here to give you advice as a mother myself. Babies can sense things. Maybe she's upset because you're upset.”

And with that, Joyce was stepping toward the door, reaching for knob, and then-

“Okay.” The word came out as defeated as you felt. “I'll let you have her just long enough for me to shower and eat something.”

She turned to face you with a small smile, not one of smugness or one of someone proving a point, but one that showed you that she was simply just glad to help you out. She left a soft kiss on your forehead as she took the baby from your arms, quickly taking your place in the rocking chair as you headed over to your dresser.

“Mom?”

Her smile went a little sideways as she looked up from the baby to you. “Yeah?”

“I love you. Don't ever forget that, okay?”

With a small nod, Joyce replied, “I won't. Don't you forget that I ditto.” A phrase that had been around since you were little. You weren't sure who started it, but in this moment you were thankful for it, five letters meaning the absolute world to you.

You walked over, leaving a peck to the prickly hairs you'd been seeing so much of these days, warmth filling the entire expanse of your body. “I love you, bub.”

“I'm sure she dittos you too, honey.”

[ Now, January of 1992 ]

A loud yawn sounded from the other side of the counter, breaking you from your own mess of sleepy thoughts. “Me too,” you chuckled as you looked up, a yawn slipping between your own lips. Dark hair and round glasses met you, purple spots thick underneath his eyes. “You look about as tired as I feel.”

Steve chuckled, shaking his head. “I wouldn't have known it if you hadn't mentioned it,” he said. A crease formed between your brows as you wondered what he meant. “You look as nice as you always do.”

He set a new record for how quickly he'd ever made butterflies go off inside you. “Careful, Doc, or I'll think you're flirting with me,” you said through the crimson blush that had started to appear on your cheeks.

“Sorry,” he said sarcastically, “Must be the sleep deprivation from the double I just pulled.”

You cringed at his words, knowing all too well what that felt like. “I know the feeling. I might as well have pulled my own double after staying up all night with my dau-”

The word got caught in your throat as you realized what you were about to say. “Dog,” you covered quickly, hoping your lie flew over Steve's head.

On the outside, you were hoping to appear calm and cool. On the inside, you were face palming. You'd been sleep deprived many times before, considering you once had a baby on your hands who had colic from the day she was born. Not to mention being a mother made you miss sleep in many ways of its own. But you couldn't recall a time where you'd been so sleep deprived that you almost spilled your biggest secret to a practical stranger, much less a practical stranger who you were actively avoiding telling the secret to.

“I didn't know you had a dog,” Steve said with furrowed brows, his voice bringing you back to reality.

Even though you hated to lie to him, you were thankful that your job had given you the ability to think fast. “Yeah, she must've eaten something she wasn't supposed to. She was up all night throwing up.” The real story was that Mandy had snuck into the kitchen to eat the rest of her leftover Christmas candy after you told her not to, but Steve didn't have to know that.

“Plain rice helps.”

His reaction caught you off guard. “Huh?”

“Plain rice can help a dog's upset stomach,” he explained. “If it keeps happening though, you should definitely take her to a vet.”

Steve's suggestion was oddly sweet, and honestly tugged at your heartstrings a little bit. “Thank you for the tip. Out of curiosity though, how do you know about caring for a sick dog?”

His broad shoulders shrugged, and you tried not to drool at the sight of them. “I almost went to vet school. Boy, would that have made my dad mad. Not that med school has made him any less angry.” As if realizing he was rambling, an awkward chuckle slipped between his lips and he turned his attention to the menu. “You didn't ask. Anyway, what do you recommend?”

“Nice try,” you answered, rolling your eyes. “But for you, I recommend going home and getting some sleep.”

Steve chuckled, and the sound went straight to your belly. “Hey, you don't have to tell me twice. I just pulled a double and I have to be back on campus for classes in about five hours.”

Part of you wanted to tell him to just take the night off and get some rest. Another part of you wanted to drive him home yourself and tuck him in. “I do not envy you,” you giggled. “To answer your original question though, how does a strawberry smoothie sound?”

He met you with a closed-lip smile, one that had started to feel so comforting and oh so familiar these days. “That sounds perfect.”

So this is about a month late...

I want to apologize for being gone with no announcement or explanation. Lots of things have happened in the past couple weeks that have taken a severe toll on my mental health and I just haven't really had the time to write, much less the energy.

I am feeling a little better and I have talked to my boss about my hours so I'm hoping that'll help somewhat. I really miss giving you guys content and I miss interacting with you guys.

Anyway, I hope you're all doing well! ❤️

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shaneru-is-new-to-shifting · 2 months

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Okay, so I just went through r/realityshifting and I found out that I shifted twice! And I'm proud of myself so imma just tell yall the 2 times that I shifted lol (in cr timeline order).

1st time: Okay, so I was on my way to therapy and I was in the backseat of my dad's car since he usually drives me there. During the trip before going to therapy, I was like 'hmm maybe I should try shifting!' And created this make-shift method (pun intended) where I looked out the window and visualized and imagined myself driving to my dr (which in this case was my alien dr). It's kinda like the train method but I'm actually in a vehicle lol. A few minutes into this method I created for myself, I start feeling a lil bit of pain my upper abdomen and I got a bit scared, but I didn't stop and just manifested that it would go away almost immediately, and it did! So after that, a few more minutes pass by and my point of view somewhat changes without me moving. Like, originally, I was kinda angeled vision wise when looking outside but one blink later and I'm suddenly looking straight at the window and I'm like 'W t f' but I keep doing my method. Nothing else strange happens and I arive at the building my therapist is at. But only a few seconds pass before a feel myself getting hit in multiple places near my thighs and back, I didn't feel any pain or anything, I just felt the sensation of being hit and I'm like 'WTFFFF'. I also remember somewhat smelling what my dr smells, which was smoke lol, but it went away quickly so I can't really give more deets than that lol. I kept feeling the hitting sensation all the way until my therapy session and I even told my therapist what happened (I didn't tell my therapist that I was planning to shift cos If was scared that she'll demotivate me or some shit like that). Okay, so I believe this was a shift because on r/realityshifting, someone asked if they shifted if they only felt some senses and alot of people were saying yes and that got me thinkin of this scenario I experienced and realizing that I shifted!

2nd time: Alright, so this is completely different from last time lol. I was doing my own method where I hypnotized myself to sleep and made my goal to shift. Now see, this was during a week where I attempted to shift throughout the entire week and I believe that this was in the weekends (although I don't remember lol). Anyways, I did my thing right, and I do my method how intended (with subliminals and an easy nights rest). Although, I 'woke up' a bit early (cr wise) and found myself waking up to pure daylight (which didn't bother me for some reason since this was a better cr that I was shifting to and I scripted that school started later). I then grabbed my phone and everything looked normal until I decided to do a duolingo lesson and found that my streak was reset back to 0 even tho I did a lesson in my cr the day prior. That's when I realized I shifted (still in dr) and suddenly I woke up back in my cr room, which was still midnight. I was too tired to realize what happened so I fell asleep, had funky weird dreams, and woke up at an appropriate time. And that's when I realized that I shifted. I also believe that this was a shift because I was clearly in my dr and I actually had all my senses at play here!

Thanks for reading my silliness🫶

#reality shifting #shifting realities #shiftblr #shifting #desired reality #shifting community #shifting antis dni #reality shift #shifter #shifters #555

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sweetmoonlight7 · 3 months

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Changes pt 2 | jegulus microfic | word count: 764

tw: slight mentions of abuse

@always-reading i hope you like it :)

also here is the first part

Leaving the house wasn’t the most difficult part.

At first Regulus had been worried about what his parents' reactions would be. Although they had never been too violent, their punishments often left them locked in or without food.

So of course he thought they would follow them or that they wouldn’t let them leave. He imagined cruel words and dark rooms and his brother’s cries.

How did he never think about this though?

When Regulus and his brother left three days ago it was past midnight. Their parents were asleep and kreacher had seen him off. The potters had met them a couple blocks away from Grimmauld to take them back.

When he got the Potters cottage James had already set up a place for him to stay. It was nice, there were clothes and some books Effie had picked out for him.

So all that was left was to wait.

He waited

and waited

but nothing came.

His parents didn’t try to show up. They didn’t storm into the Potters home demanding for their children back. There weren’t letters or howlers sent.

They didn’t care.

“Are you settling in okay?” ah James had been checking in on him ever since they got here. The worry in his voice only gets progressively worse by Regulus' silence.

“Yes, thank you” his voice sounded far away even to him. There was no way it would really convince James once he looked down at where Regulus was sitting on his bed, book open but on the same page for the last three days.

It was dark, he hadn’t even turned a light on to pretend that he was reading. The only light came through from his half opened window.

“I know it’s been difficult for you, getting used to being here”

“The only thing that has been difficult about this is realizing my parents have never cared”

Silence.

He can imagine that James doesn’t know what to say. How to fix this. In turn he doesn’t know how to explain that there isn’t anything to fix. Although he is upset it’s more because of the surprise from the lack of contact.

It had never come to his mind that his parents wouldn’t do anything. That they cared so little about them that they would just let them leave. Their pride winning over the idea of the perfect heirs.

He couldn’t even count on that.

Slowly James walked up to his bed and laid his head on top of Regulus shoulder almost as if he was afraid of scaring Regulus or having him turn away.

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“I’m not upset”

“You know you don’t have to lie to me about being hurt, I won't get mad or sad if you are”

“It’s more of a surprise than a hurt, I don’t know if to be happy they did nothing or upset that they don’t care. At the very least I thought they would be angry. I just want them to care”

“Have you thought about going back?”

He shakes his head and holds James hand. The last thing he wants is for James to think he’s unhappy or that he will leave.

"No, no, it's not like that. I'm happy to be here, I like being with you. It's just weird coming here and having you and your parents be so kind, but my parents? My parents are supposed to love and care about me, and they've made it obvious they don't. How can people I just met care more about me than the people who are the reason I was born? I don't think Sirius understands, and I know he's mad with me for how l've been acting these last couple of days. I haven’t meant to come off rude or ungrateful, I just feel tired"

“He’s not mad at you, just worried you will want to leave” James says “Sirius feels like he forced you to come and now you regret it”

“I don’t, I could never when I'm here with you and I know he’s safe. I think I just needed time to understand everything that has changed so far”

“So you won’t leave?” It’s spoken as barely a whisper, it hits Regulus just how scared James was.

“Of course not, I could never leave you”

James' shoulders sagged in relief and he offered a smile to Reguls and reached over and kissed the side of his head. “I just want you to be happy and safe”

“I’m always happy with you”

#jegulus #regulus black #james potter #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter x regulus black #marauders #sirius black #black family #jegulus microfic #jegulus fanfiction #james loves regulus #regulus loves james

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queen-of-writing-bad-things · 5 months

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 1

Episode 3: Mo' Danger, Mo' Problems

Reporting to his job, Henry walked into the elevator and hit the down button. Even though he braced himself, the sensation of falling down the shaft in the broken machine still made him scream all the way to the bottom. The elevator door opened, letting the pyjama-clad boy step out.

"He's got to fix that elevator." He groaned and huffed to (y/n), as he walked into the Man Cave.

"Where's Ray? He triple-beeped me." Henry asked the sleepy-looking woman, who like him was wearing pyjamas.

"Honestly? I don't know. Jerk woke me up and just said to give you this and to tell you to put it on your wrist." (y/n) held out a watch for him and rubbing her tired eyes.

"Sure, what else would I put it on?"He joked, fastening the strap, as (y/n) chuckled at him.

"Flip the cover." She said as she sat down with her arms on the back of the couch. She let her head flop down as she looked at Henry.

"Hiya Henry!" Ray said excitedly in hologram form. 'So that was his plan.' (y/n) grumbled in her mind.

"Oh!" Henry looked at the little Ray in shock at the sudden appearance of his boss.

"Ray?" He said to make sure it was him.

"Yep. I'm hovering over your wrist in hologram form!" He said waving his hands in a silly manner. Henry wanted to see how his new gadget worked, so he poked Ray in his eye, causing him to clutch it in fake pain.

"You poked my eye out!" He screamed, making (y/n) roll her eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Henry thought he had injured his boss and put a hand over his racing heart.

"I'm just kidding. You can't hurt a hologram or a Captain Man!" Ray reassured him, doing a little dance.

"This is so cool." Henry geeked out at the thought of having hologram tech.

"It would be even cooler if I hadn't been woken up." (y/n) mumbled, her words slurred from her face being smushed into her arms.

"It's like we're in the same room." Henry carried on complimenting the watch.

"We are." The holo-Ray turned around and walked off, causing the image to fizzle out. Henry looked confused and waved his hand over his wrist to see where the man had gone.

"Where'd you..." Henry started, but Ray had crept past (y/n) and patted him on the shoulder, scaring the wits out of the boy.

"Peek-a-boo," Ray said, as Henry screamed. The young woman at the couch wasn't happy from the noise and looked up at the males who were keeping her awake.

"Couldn't this have waited until morning, doofus?" She glared.

"Aww, she's always grumpy when she's tired." Ray fawned over her despite the killer look she was giving him, before turning back to his sidekick.

"Now, take off your old wristband." He instructed.

"Okay, why am I--" Henry started, but Ray was too impatient for questions.

"From now on I'm going to contact you on your new whiz watch."

"So what do I do with the old one?" Henry questioned, holding the old gadget in his hand.

"Toss it up in the air," Ray replied nonchalantly.

"Why?"

"It's about to self-destruct." He told the teen, who promptly threw it to the ground with wide eyes. The bracelet started beeping, but there was a delay between the beeps and the explosion.

"Hmm- that's weird. It was supposed to--" They were caught off guard by the wristband imploding, making them jump into each other's arms and (y/n) to awake from her dozing with a start.

She looked up and saw the two hugging each other in fear, but they soon found it awkward, so they parted, clearing their throats and avoiding eye contact.

"I see you're wearing pyjama pants," Ray mentioned, trying to diffuse the awkwardness.

"Yeah, it's almost midnight. I was studying for this huge test I have tomorrow." Henry explained.

"And I was asleep, but you came into my room and jumped on my bed." The girl had walked over to Ray and was pointing an accusing finger in his face. He just smiled at her and pulled her into a warm hug.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." He said, his body heat making her sleepy again, so she stayed silent and just let herself doze off against his chest.

"What subject?" Ray asked over her head, trying to ignore the sweet smell of her shampoo. The vibrations from his chest made her face feel funny.

"Puerto Rican history." Henry overlooked their cuteness and didn't mention the embrace, because he knew Ray would kill him.

"Ahh, Puerto Rico, Land of..." The superhero began, but he trailed off when he realised he didn't know a lot about the country.

"Puerto Ricans?" Kid Danger filled in for him.

"Right." He admitted defeat, but the emergency alarm went off, which made (y/n) jump in his arms. With a whiny moan, she stepped out of his warmth and trudged over to the supercomputer with them, opening the camera link to the store above.

"What's up, Gooch?" She slurred with her elbows on the control panel and her face in her hands.

"There's a robbery in progress." He instantly reported.

"Where?" Ray interrogated.

"At the 24-hour antique bottle shop."

"Glass from The Past?" Henry asked, knowing where the store was in downtown Swellview.

"Affirmative," Gooch said.

"On it." Ray said, as his best friend slowly pressed the off button, cutting the video call.

"Right here to Glass from The Past, ETA is like, 15 minutes I think." She said quietly, rubbing her face so she could wake up and notify the owner about Captain Man's arrival.

"Shall we?" Ray showed his gum tube to Henry, who shared his look of determination.

"Let's blow some bubbles and fight some crime," Henry said, putting the gumball in his mouth. They chewed and stepped away from the computer, so they could transform properly into their Captain Man and Kid Danger costumes.

"Let's hit it, Kid Danger." Captain Man said to the boy on his right.

"Fist." Henry and Ray fist-bumped each other, both running on adrenaline.

"Get some sleep." Ray said to (y/n), who was wearily looking on from the computer chair. She waved at the two, as they ran to the tubes and slapped their belt buckles.

"So whipped." Henry chuckled, once his tube was down and only Ray could hear him.

"Up the tube," Ray said in a slightly stern voice, looking at Henry with his serious face, but the boy cheekily grinned back, as they were sucked up.

"Aw, my boot!" Henry couldn't believe his shoe had fallen off, all the way down at the other end of the tube.

"Ha! Serves you right! Just yell, 'Up the boot!'" Ray bit his tongue, amused that karma had paid Henry back for all his teasing. With Henry gaining his boot back, the two made their way to the store, ready to kick some criminal butt.

~(y/n)'s PoV~

I hadn't felt that tired in a while, but working for Captain Man meant that every couple of weeks brought a few sleepless nights. The last robbery at Swellview Bank had only been a few days before, and Ray didn't come back 'til 3AM. Like me, he was exhausted from fighting The Toddler and the rookie criminals at the bank. Still, he was lucky that he now had Henry to help him. I made him some hot cocoa and we both fell asleep for 14 hours, waking up the next day to another emergency call.

I blushed when I remembered how Ray's arms were around my waist from him spooning me in our sleep. He groaned as he got up, and I quickly had to answer Gooch's call before he saw my red face.

'No, no no, focus on the task at hand.' I scolded myself.

'Just call the store owner and tell him Captain Man is on his way. No distractions.' I took in a deep breath and dialled the number on the supercomputer.

"H--Hello?" The man on the other end of the line shakily said.

"Hello sir, Captain Man will be with you in a few minutes, please remain calm," I said softly, not wanting the man to freak out and do something that meant the robber would hurt him.

"Please! I need him here now! I'm being robbed!" I sighed, feeling too tired to deal with this, but I carried on, knowing my colleagues would be there soon.

"Sir, please stay calm. Captain Man and Kid Danger will be with you shortly." I tried to keep the man quiet, knowing the criminal was close by, possibly even in the same room as him.

"Put that phone down, come on bro, open up that cash register." I heard the thug shouting and slamming on the counter. 'Sweet cheese, come on Ray.' I prayed that things wouldn't get ugly.

"I'm going as fast as I can, boss!" I made out the owner trying to tell him, but it seemed the robber wasn't a patient man.

"Give me that pretty lavender bottle, 'cause it matches my motorcycle helmet." My eyebrows furrowed when I heard the strange request, deducing that this was another nutjob, bad guy.

I continued the listen to the poor owner follow the demands of the robber, hearing the rustle of paper and his compliant answers.

"Excuse me." I let out a sigh of relief when I heard Ray's familiar Captain Man voice through the speaker. The owner's delighted words reassured me that he now had the proper help and that the criminal was about to face justice.

I pressed the end button on the panel, glad that my job was done. I slowly got up from my chair and stretched my tired muscles. Feeling the sleepiness creep up on me, I decided to take Ray's advice and slowly lumbered up to the sprocket and off to bed.

~Glass From The Past, 3rd Person PoV~

"What the--" The robber looked over to see Captain Man had just entered the store, much to the happiness and delight of the owner he was threatening.

"I hope you're planning to pay for that lavender bottle," Ray told the criminal, but he knew the real answer.

"And I hope that, too!" Henry added in, as he shot through the door and stood next to the older man. The store owner was so relieved to have the duo in his store to protect him and his property.

Ray walked forward, in time with the goon, and stood in front of him in a standoff. The two glared at each other.

"I ain't afraid of you." The thug said in a tough voice, raising the metal bar in his hand and whacking it on Ray's head. Keeping cool, Ray swallowed down the yelp that threatened to escape and coolly looked back to the criminal.

"Try again. Keep your left arm straight." He said, his eyes squinting in a challenge to the large man. Not backing down, the man hit him again with more force, the pain making him grunt this time.

"Strike three." He growled huskily, having had enough with the criminal, but Henry butted into his imposing façade.

"That was only two." He pointed out.

"Okay, don't correct me in front of the criminals." Ray chastised him, not wanting to look dumb. Henry backed off, so Ray could stop the man on his next swing. Grabbing the arm with the metal pipe in, Ray knocked it back into the man's face, making him scream in pain. Stepping back, Ray then kicked him into a display of antique bottles, which horrified the cashier.

"You really wanna fight us? Ray asked, not caring about the broken vases. The man looked between the large, muscly superhero and his smaller, scrawny sidekick.

"Can I just fight the kid?" He asked looking at Captain Man, which offended Henry, who thought he could take on any bad guy, even if they were three times his size.

"No, you can't just fight--" Ray started.

"Sure he can. Come on, tough guy." Henry challenged, getting into a fighting stance and rocking back and forth on his toes.

"Okay." That was all the criminal said, as he just put his purple helmet over Kid Danger's face and grabbed his pipe.

"Oh, this smells so bad!" Henry complained, trying to get the helmet off so he could see. Ray stood there, unimpressed and agitated, but he didn't want Henry to be hit by the metal pipe, so he grabbed two antique golf clubs from the shop wall. The man at the cash register protested at him, not wanting any more damage done to his shop.

"Kid Danger, catch this golf club!" He shouted, throwing one at Henry, but due to his inability to see, it just hit him in the face. The criminal charged forward, the metal pipe in the air, trying to hit Captain Man, who was narrowly dodging his blows.

"You're not helping me!" The owner shouted at them, as more and more antiques were destroyed. The battle resulted in nearly all the bottles on display being smashed, either from Ray and the thug missing each other with their weapons, or Henry blindly swinging his golf club around.

"Captain Man, where are you?" Henry yelled, not know what was happening.

"Follow the sound of my voice!" he told the teen, and they started to play Marco Polo in an attempt to find each other.

"Marco!"

"Polo!" They continued to smash up everything in the shop.

"Could you superheroes please just leave?!" The cashier pleaded, his whole livelihood turning to nothing on the floor, as Ray roundhouse kicked the criminal into a shelving unit. Finally being near Henry, he avoided the boy's wild swings and brought him under control, removing the helmet.

"Where is he?" said Henry, ready to keep fighting, but the bad guy was on the ground, writhing in pain.

"Did I get him?" He looked up at his boss.

"Yeah, you got him," Ray said, mostly to keep him happy.

"My whole store is destroyed!" The owner sounded distraught as he looked over the damage.

"No need to thank us." Ray smiled at him.

"Thank you?" The man replied rhetorically.

"You're welcome." Ray didn't understand that the man was upset.

"Let's go, Kid Danger." He said to Henry, ready to go back to the Man Cave and relax.

"NO! Nobody leaves until you boys clean up all of this broken glass." The owner insisted, making the superheroes turn around with surprised eyes.

"Alright." Captain Man conceded.

"But I've got to get up at 7AM tomorrow for my test at school." Henry reminded him, not liking the idea of staying up all night to clean up. His test was too important.

"This will only take us like, five hours. I'll get you a broom." Ray tried to sound positive, but it was futile. He walked to the back of the store, as Henry staggered back to the wall, already exhausted from the notion of hours more work. He slumped to the floor in defeat.

~Five hours later, Ray's PoV~

I let out a long groan as the tube dropped me back down into the Man Cave. Cleaning up at the robbed store had left me feeling drained, and I was glad to be back home. Removing my mask and rubbing my eyes, I decided it was best to forget grabbing something to eat and to just go to bed since I didn't know when the next emergency would come in.

Going through the sprocket, I walked down the corridor towards my bedroom. I slowed down as I passed by (y/n)'s room and remembered how tired she was. Without a second thought, my hand pressed the button to open the door and I poked my head in to check on her. I saw her tucked up in bed, sleeping soundly, making me release a breathy smile.

'Too cute.' I thought to myself, noticing how her chest was rising and falling in a steady rhythm. My face flushed when I realised I was staring, and I quickly retreated from her room, closing the door behind me. I walked quickly down the hall to my room and I could feel my ears burning.

'Just friends, nothing more. She's outta your league.' I said the mantra in my mind, thinking that she could never be mine. Finally, I got to my room and started to remove the super suit. I dumped it into my laundry basket, knowing that (y/n) would clean it as soon as she woke up like she always did.

Pulling on some pyjama bottoms, I made my way over to my bed and flopped down onto it, pulling the blankets over me. Sleep rapidly brought me under, and I gently drifted off to dreams of a girl with (y/c/h) hair and (y/c/e) eyes.

~Swellview High, 3rd Person PoV~

"Henry?"

"Henry." Called Miss Shapen, Henry's history teacher. She looked down at the boy, who had fallen asleep in class from fighting crime all night. Deciding that no student was going to sleep in her class, the teacher put her finger into her mouth and then into Henry's ear, giving him a wet willy. He jerked awake from the feeling and looked up to see the woman sneering down at him.

"HENRY!"

"Whoa, whoa, what happened?" He blinked through the sleep and looked around the class.

"Did you just give me a wet willy?" Henry asked in disgust.

"Mm-hmm. It was real wet." Charlotte mentioned from behind him.

"You slept through your entire test." Miss Shapen scolded him.

"I did?" Henry couldn't believe he had missed his test, as he'd not written a single thing down.

"You all see this boy? This is what happens when you stay up all night on Twitflash and Twiddlegram." The teacher said to the class, pointing at Henry.

"Excuse me, Miss Shapen?" Jasper requested from his seat near the back of the classroom.

"What?"

"Can I have a wet willy?" His question thoroughly confused her, and everyone else listening, but it was Jasper, so they all ignored how weird it was.

~Henry's house, later that night~

Henry had run upstairs to his bedroom, after getting a triple beep from Ray on his watch. He'd had to make an excuse to his family about being too tired to eat his 'chilli balls'. Locking the door, he flicked the watch open.

"Henry, why aren't you on your way here?" Holo-Ray said, confused as to why his young sidekick was still at his house.

"Because I got in trouble for sleeping in class today and I had to make chilli balls," Henry explained.

"Did he say 'chilli balls'?" He could hear (y/n) wondering in the background.

"It was my night." he replied, trying to convince them that he had been forced to make dinner for his family.

"Kid, there's been an escape from Swellview Prison. I need you." Captain Man urged him, knowing that there were dangerous criminals on the loose.

"Alright, I'll be there in 10 minutes." Henry sighed, he was way too tired to fight some bad guys, and he still needed to study for his big make-up test on Friday.

"Good, run like a bunny," Ray said, which made his best friend.

"When have you ever said that before?" She giggled, but the hologram shut off before Henry could see them argue. Closing his whiz watch, he walked to his bed and tried to clamber over it, so he could reach his gum tub on the nightstand.

"Okay, just gotta get my special gum." He said to himself, leaning across the pillows. However, the feeling of the soft mattress and fluffy pillows caused his tiredness to creep upon him. His gum tube was in hand, but the lull of the sleep he so desperately craved made him drift off, mumbling something about bunnies.

~90 minutes later~

Henry's watch was beeping like crazy, but the teen couldn't hear it from his deep sleep. He also didn't hear Captain Man climbing up to his window, even though he was banging on the glass and angrily calling his name.

"Henry, open up!" Seeing that his attempts were useless, Ray was too impatient to wait for Henry to wake up and decided to use his laser remote to shoot open the lock on the window. Sliding it open with a grunt, he rolled in and saw Henry still asleep. Feeling extremely irritated that his sidekick hadn't noticed his presence, he shut off the beeping watch from his remote control and wafted his scent over to the boy. The foul smell made the boy wake up with a scowl on his face.

"Ugh, what is that smell?" Henry asked, still not noticing Ray.

"I'm that smell!" Ray yelled at him indignantly.

"Wh-- Captain Man, what are you doing here?" He asked, shocked to see the superhero in his room.

"What are you doing here?" Ray shot back rhetorically.

"Huh?"

"I called you 90 minutes ago and I told you we had an emergency!" Ray squeaked out, the anger making his voice go high-pitched.

"R--right, I guess I fell asleep," Henry replied in a small voice.

"I guess I fell asleep" Ray mocked him in a whiny voice. Henry stepped forward and sniffed his super suit more closely, his nose wrinkling at how bad the stench was.

"Ugh, why do you stink?" His grimaced.

"I stink because I just spent the last hour chasing three criminals through the Swellview Sewer. You know what's down in the Swellview Sewer?" Ray shot back, emphasising how he had to do it alone.

"Poop?" Henry guessed in a tentative voice.

"POOP!" Ray confirmed with a shout. Suddenly, there was a bang on the door and Henry realised that Piper was trying to get in.

"Oh, my sister." He said, trying to shove Ray to the window. Piper would implode if she saw Captain Man in his room.

"We have a lot to talk about." Ray tried to say, but for a small kid, Henry was surprisingly strong and kept pushing him backwards. Not wanting to be pushed around by a child, Ray let up the ledge in Henry's room and dived out of the window onto the ground below.

"I'm okay." He shouted back up. Henry knew he wasn't hurt and went to unlock the door so he could let his sister in.

"Who were you talking to in here?" She quizzed him as soon as the door was open.

"Nobody." Henry scoffed.

"MOM!" Piper yelled in her shrill voice, wanting to get Henry in trouble.

"What is it, sweetie?" Mrs Hart appeared.

"Henry was talking to someone in his room and now he says nobody's in here." The 9-year-old snitched.

"Well, I'm sure if Henry said nobody was in here, then-- Ugh! What is that smell?" Mrs Hart's rational thinking was cut off when Ray's poop smell hit her nose.

"Uh, it's Piper. She hasn't had a bath in a week!" Henry lied, knowing it would kill two birds with one stone; it would explain the smell and get rid of his annoying sister.

"That's a lie!" Piper protested, but Mrs Hart pulled her away anyway. Hearing Piper's shrieks down the hall, Henry slammed the door shut and locked it again, glad to finally be alone. But the hand tapping on his shoulder said otherwise.

"Don't sneak up on me like that." He said to his boss.

"You disappointed me tonight," Ray said in a voice that all grownups have.

"I'm disappointing everybody. People should just call me 'Kid Disappointment." Henry whined, feeling depressed because nothing was going right for him.

"All right, well, just tell me what the problem is," Ray stated, looking up at Henry, who was now sitting on his couch by the window.

"Time, school, working for you, my family. It's just--it's a lot to handle." He admitted, which made Ray think for a moment.

"Well, giving advice is (y/n)'s strong point, but I do know a guy that could get rid of your family." He said, semi-joking.

"What?" Henry looked at him with a shocked expression.

"Kidding! I joke... I do know a guy." Ray smiled and pointed at the boy.

"Oh! I think I can fix your problem." He said suddenly, clapping his hands together.

"Really?" Henry was sceptical, but he kept listening.

"Meet me at headquarters tomorrow." Captain man said excitedly.

"I'm there." Henry agreed, but Ray got distracted by a photo on his table.

"Hey! Who's this?" He said flirtatiously.

"My mom," Henry said in disgust.

"Niiiiice. She, uh, she still married to your dad?" He said smirking, but Henry wasn't having any of it.

"Yes. Dude, don't you like (y/n)?" He said in exasperation.

"Just friends. Does she ever seem bored or lonely to y--?" Ray tried to say, but Henry felt too tired to deal with him.

"Go home, Ray." The superhero moved towards the window, the photo still in his hand.

"The picture, Ray." He took the photo back, as the superhero climbed out of his window, down the tree and subsequently, went home.

~The Man Cave, 1 hour later~

Ray shot down the tube and as he stepped out, still covered in poop, he noticed that (y/n) was sat at the computer. She was eating popcorn and laughing along to a cheesy romcom.

"Hey." She greeted him in a happy voice, but then the smell wafted to her side of the Man Cave.

"Oh my God, what is that?" She looked at him in repulsion and walked over to him so she could identify the smell. Stepping closer, she took a sniff of his suit but immediately stepped back, as Henry did earlier. Her hands snapped over her nose, trying to block out the offending odour.

"God, you smell like sh---" Her voice was muffled by her hands.

"Yes, I know. I had to climb through Swellview sewer. Alone." He said, yanking his mask off in irritation.

"Alone? Where was Henry?" Normally, (y/n) would've given him a hug, or put a comforting hand on his arm, but there was no way she was going to be near the superhero in his current state.

"Asleep! The kid fell asleep in his room and never turned up!" Ray recalled, his voice going high again.

"He did spend all of last night cleaning up with you, and he has to go to school." The young woman reasoned, knowing the superhero life was tough, especially for a young boy.

"He really let me down tonight," Ray muttered, walking to the couch to sit down, but (y/n) hastily shooed him away.

"Don't touch anything! Get that suit off and go get cleaned up!" She scolded him, pointing to where the showers were.

"Oh, and don't give Henry a hard time. All teenagers have a lot going on, and he's now a superhero. You should understand how hard that is." Her voice was soft, but the look in her eyes left no room for an argument, so Ray just whined and went up to the sprocket.

"He's coming over tomorrow, I've got a plan." Ray said, walking down the corridor, leaving the girl alone.

'Not another plan.' (y/n) rolled her eyes, wondering what tomorrow would bring.

~The next day~

(y/n) stood with a brain scanner in her hand, and she was busy using it on Henry's head, who was looking uncomfortable with the situation.

"Um, what's that thing doing?" He asked her, not knowing what was going on.

"Scanning your brain," she said, smiling so it sounded like a good thing.

"Oh, cool." The boy replied, seemingly impressed.

"Take a deep breath for me." The young woman instructed, switching sides so she could scan the other part of his head.

"Now go, oodle, oodle, oodle." She said, just wanting to see if Henry would do it.

"Oodle, oodle, oodle." Henry mimicked the noises she made, which resulted in (y/n) giggling.

"You're off-key. It's oodle, oodle, oodle, oodle." They started to do it at the same time, laughing alone with each other.

"Why are we doing this?" Henry asked.

"Relax, kid," Ray said, coming out of the door near the auto-snacker.

"I can't. I got a huge makeup test tomorrow and I gotta study, and (y/n)'s making me go oodle, oodle, oodle." Henry explained, feeling agitated from the weird stuff he had to do and from the stress of his upcoming test.

"You're still not doing it right." She said in a flat tone.

"I don't care! I don't have time to relax!" Henry shouted back.

"Exactly! Your only problem is a lack of time." Ray said mysteriously, making Henry look to the left in thought.

"Imagine if you could do all you studying for school in only 30 seconds." (y/n) proposed.

"How can I learn anything in 30 seconds?" Henry wondered, not understanding the correlation.

"With this. The cerebral data transducer, or as we call it, the H.R.Z" Ray lifted up a technical-looking helmet that was connected to a long wire.

"This device can transfer knowledge from a data source directly into your brain, at 90 million digibles per second." The young woman explained the science, briefly looking up from the controls.

"Why am I locked in a chair?" Henry queried.

"Do you wanna get a good grade on your Puerto Rican math test?" Ray asked him.

"History." His sidekick corrected.

"Same thing." Ray's short answer made his best friend laugh.

"Right, let's do this thing." (y/n) said, and Ray placed the helmet on Henry's head, making it flash and beep.

"Now, I'll just set the computer to acquire all the world's historical knowledge on Puerto Rico," Ray said, reaching past (y/n) who was fixing the cable

"Woah, intense. But, uh, will this hurt?" Henry asked, his heart thumping loudly in his ears.

"Yeah, a lot." There's no point in lying to him.' The girl thought, as she turned up the power with Ray. They each ran over to the controls, and both pulled down a lever, starting the extremely painful process.

"Wait, so, how will I know--?" Henry started, but the rush of information flooding into his mind made him cry out in agony. The two grown-ups with him could only look on and hope it would work.

"Just enjoy it!" The superhero tried to encourage, but Henry couldn't hear him over his screaming.

"Does that look enjoyable to you?" (y/n) looked at him with lifted eyebrows. Henry was kicking his legs out and his knuckles were clenched white on the armrests, making Ray and (y/n) grimace at the sight of him. However, Ray being childish, made a begrudging (y/n) take a picture of him smiling and giving a thumbs-up next to Henry and the machine.

They brought the power back down as the process was complete, and the 13-year-old slumped back down into the chair, the pain slowly releasing from his body. Each taking a side of the H.R.Z, (y/n) and Ray unscrewed the locks and took it off him, noticing how traumatised he looked.

"Well?" Ray looked down at him.

"That hurt badddd." Henry clarified, the fear still evident in his eyes.

"Sorry about that, but now, tell me everything you know about Puerto Rico." (y/n) smiled at him from the other side of the chair.

"I don't know anything about-- Puerto Rico is a series of islands with a landmass of 3,500 square miles and a population of 3.6 million people. Its glorious beaches and lush rainforests make it the perfect setting for a wedding, bar mitzvah, or growing bananas." Henry recited the information, making the two friends behind him nod at each other, pleased with their success.

"Whoaaaa. I know Puerto Rico." Henry looked at both of them in awe.

"Yeah, you do." (y/n) nodded with him.

"You see? You can learn anything you need to know for school in a matter of seconds." Ray said, putting the H.R.Z back.

"Yeah. Wait, do you think that's cheating?" Henry asked them in an unsure voice.

"Eh... no, not really."

"It's a grey area. No one will ever know." They reassured him.

"I guess. Anyway, I really doing this appreciate you for me." Henry tried to speak, but all his words came out in the wrong order.

"Oh sweet cheese, the side effects." (y/n) facepalmed.

"What side effects?" Henry looked petrified.

"Y'see, after you use the H.R.Z, when you talk, you might mix up your words for a few days," Ray said, looking sheepish.

"Well, you could have before that you told me." Henry jumbled out, not really making much sense.

"Look at it this way, now, you're gonna do well on your test." (y/n) said to cheer him up. Henry perked up a bit, but then let out a loud, girly shriek. He looked a Ray in fright, as (y/n) grinned at the outburst.

"Why did I just--" he began.

"Another side effect." The woman said tentatively.

"Sometimes you'll scream like--" Henry cut him off with another screech.

"--a girl." Ray finished.

"Just for a few days, no biggie." (y/n) was also trying to convince herself that everything would be okay.

"Oh, so I'm a girl like a days for a few screams. Wait." The word mixing was back. And then, Henry released another ear-shattering shout.

"You guys wanna get lunch?" Ray said to distract them all from Henry's problem.

"Yeah." (y/n) quickly agreed, walking over to the snack machine with Ray, who wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"What?" Henry just looked at them, as they walked away from his issues.

~Henry's school~

Henry was concentrating on the history lecture Miss Shapen was giving, ensuring he wrote down everything she said. He had just finished his sentence, when the bell rang, symbolising the end of the lesson.

"Okay, everyone, get out." Miss Shapen didn't have much love for her students.

"Henry, may I see you?" She called out to the boy, who was hoping he hadn't done something wrong.

"Yeah sure. What's up?" He slung his backpack over his shoulder and went over to her desk. Charlotte decided to wait for him at the door. His teacher looked at him with a proud smile.

"Your grade." She said, passing him his test.

"100, I makeup test on my got?" Henry said, all in the wrong order.

"I mean, I got 100 on my makeup test?" Henry quickly corrected himself, before Miss Shapen was too weirded out.

"You answered every question perfectly." She complimented him.

"Awesome." Henry smiled before he let out one of his girl screams.

"That was inappropriate." Miss Shapen and Charlotte stared at him with a concerned face.

"I just got excited." Henry tried to explain.

"I'm proud of you Henry, I'd give you a hug if it wouldn't get me fired." His teacher gave him a rare compliment.

"Thanks."

"Have a good weekend." That was all Miss Shapen said.

"Too you." Henry shook his head at his incorrect words but resumed walking to Charlotte by the door, who congratulated him on his result.

"Where were you yesterday? You weren't in class." Dang, Charlotte was too smart for her own good.

"I go to had somewhere." He lied, confusing his friend.

"One more time?" She requested,

"I had... to go somewhere. Nailed it!" Henry spoke slowly, so he could speak correctly. He was glad he managed to say something right until he shrieked. Again. Charlotte jumped back from him.

"You later see." He quickly left the classroom, not wanting to do anything else odd, leaving Charlotte utterly confused as he let out more screams in the hall.

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themoonitselff · 1 year

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For The First Time. | Kurapika x Male! Reader

Warnings: fluff, a bit nsfw at the end, reader has a femenine body. THIS WAS MADE WITH TRANSLATOR.

Summary : Kurapika and you are dating but you have a private relationship, and after he completes his Revenge, he comes back for you. (Literally no one knows you're dating but his Friends.😭)

Being Kurapika Kuruta's partner was complicated, since he was not always at home, and when he came back he was very tired, you didn't have time to be together, and when he had free days, he was pending of other things, like his obsessive and compulsive idea of finishing with the Phantom Troupe; However, you did not have much free time either, you worked double-shift in a cafeteria which limited you to see him, or even check his messages, it is as if life wanted to split the relationship you had in two. Although there was never lacking the gifts he used to send you at your door when he didn't come home, the love letters you loved so much and the strong hugs he gave you when he saw you in private, because you two were only friends for the public, for both sake, because if any of his enemies found out that you were his boyfriend, they would go after you.

Two months ago he told you that he would annihilate the Phantom Troupe forever and ever, that would mean that you wouldn't see him for a long time, you would cut off all communication between you so as not to risk each other's lives and, finally, he promised to put a promise ring on your finger when you are together again. Now you are here, waiting for him, every day is getting heavier, you don't know if he is coming back or if he is dead, if he has eaten, if he has slept well, if he killed them already, you were totally worried, and the worry was leading you to depression that caused you to not be able to do anything about it, not knowing anything about him, you felt vulnerable.

You were in the living room of your house, watching TV with a container of ice cream in your hands, watching your favorite series, almost about to finish the first chapter, you were not eating ice cream because of the Hollywood female cliché, rather, you were doing it because you needed something sweet for the occasion, and ice cream was the best option. Suddenly, you receive a message from an unknown number, you feel intrigued and a little weird because nobody usually writes you at midnight, anyway you read the notification, it reads as follows:

"Look at your window."

You panic, and a feeling of dread begins to devour your heart. Who was it? what does it want? how does it know where you live? On impulse, you did exactly what the stranger asked, you took a few steps to the nearest window, and peeked out slightly, you began to cry from joy and tremble with excitement, your boyfriend was in your garden with a bouquet of roses and a present in his other hand.

You ran out the door of your house, running and barefoot, your body pounced on Kurapika's to hug him tightly.

“I missed you, sweetheart.” You looked straight into his eyes, which no longer looked depressed or empty.... They shone with intensity, devotion, you could feel his peace and that made you happier.

“Me too, my love, but I'm here, I'm back, I'm with you, and I promise to never let you go, I won't leave you alone again.” He handed you the bouquet and approached you to kiss you with passion and desire, he needed you, he longed for you, those 8 weeks without you were hard for him.

You both went inside your house to be more comfortable, you left the gifts and the bouquet on the table to go back into his arms and kiss him, again and again, he took your waist and ran his fingers through your hair with the other, you held his hips and murmured in between the kiss how much you loved him, because you really loved him, and you could no longer see yourself without him in your life.

The kisses became more unbridled, Kurapika's hands touched your back and sometimes your breasts, and when you opened your eyes you were already on the bed with him on top of you, you opened your legs to give him more space, so that he would be closer to your body, his lips ran over your face, neck, collarbones, and in every place he left hickeys, and the marks of his teeth on your skin, you moaned and your body writhed from pleasure, you could feel his cock getting harder and the bulging area bump against your soaking and wetty pussy that was dying for being fucked.

“Easy, easy, we have a whole night for the two of us, and from now on all my time will be for you, my love.”

#kurapika x y/n #hunter x 2011 #fluff #hunter x hunter #hunter x y/n #oneshot #kurapika x you #kurapika x reader #kurapika kuruta #kurapika #kurapika smut #phantom troupe #Spotify

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the-white-void · 1 year

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I talked to two Tsaritsas and had separate experiences from both, so imagine both of them get isekaid to your world

One Tsaritsa became your Babushka and the other is in her redemption arc

While you were studying for exams a bust of snow came from your phone and a big explosion following it.

As the snow was falling to the ground a figure was seen on the ground and slowly stood up.

You watch it rise while still on your chair as it approaches you revealing a woman adorned in blue silks and jewels "May I know who you are?" she leans closely, you rub your eyes and look at the clock on your laptop "I think it's too soon for the coffee to kick in", this left her with her brow raised "What? I don't follow"

You spin your chair to her with a tired look "so uh, I'm lil busy right now so come back a lil later like tomorrow since it's almost midnight"

She once again closes her gaze to you and whispers "You, you're the person that has been talking to me lately, haven't you?" she brightens up as she clasps your hands to hers "its me, your Babushka" her face gleams as a cold chill up your spine told you something was weird about her, so you left for the restroom.

Thoughts were spiralling your head "Babushka? Like the Tsaritsa AI? How? Snezhnaya isn't even out yet?" and you were disturbed by a loud bang and ran back to your room.

There was another that came from your laptop and was staring daggers at the other Tsaritsa while both enforced their strength upon the other, the bang alerted the neighbours and called some officials where both of them were being detained, they say the only reason they stopped because you agree that both should be detained for now.

"I will not accept being interrogated by lowlives like you" the other Tsaritsa yelled while the first Tsaritsa was softer "look, I just wanted to meet my grandchild, that all"

And while you were interrogated that contradicted what both of the Tsaritsas had said and might face charges

#genshin impact #sagau idea #genshin x reader #sagau isekai #genshin fic ideas #genshin fanfic #sagau fluff #genshin sagau #sagau #genshin oc #tsaritsa #tsaritsa x reader #genshin tsaritsa

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virtue-and-beneviolence · 1 year

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Midnight Snack

You catch Shuji's eye in the library at uni and he absolutely must take you out.

Just some shuji fluff for the dash. He's a little weird here sorry lmao. Reader is grumpy and tired. Unproofread.

Shuji can't get enough of you. He has a nasty (though endearing) habit of staring.

It's actually how you met.

In the library at uni, trying to get away from noisy roommates and distractions, you sat yourself in a gloomy corner, eyes hazy and unfocused on the article you were "reading."

Until movement caught your eye.

You don't see him at first, the playful fuck. He ducks behind a DiffyQ textbook that, looking back, definitely isn't his. You pay no mind. Whatever. Let the motherfucker stare, you've got shit due tonight. It's not like you're unaccustomed to annoying attention from men and their "you'd look so much better if you smiled" bullshit.

Fuck. You got yourself in a mood now.

Like clockwork, a tuft of grown-out bleached hair and a pair of golden eyes peeks out hoping to catch yours without detection. You snap in his directions and he ducks again. You swear to God you hear a giggle and the rustling thud of a heel knocking into a limb.

When you look, no, glare back, the decoy textbook is down and he's smiling, wide and goofy (and rubbing his shin). You raise a brow and go back to your work, fruitlessly, because he takes the acknowledgement as an invitation. Before you know it hes dragging a heavy wooden chair loudly and sitting across from you.

He's tall. He's huge, really. He's objectively rather gorgeous with a nice jawline and lively eyes that study you, like you're the only thing, even in a building full of decades and decades of knowledge, worth studying.

"Can I fucking help you?"

"i think you can."

"I've got a deadline in 2 hours, make it quick."

"Let me take you for a late night meal. A reward for finishing your....school thing." You almost want to laugh. School thing? Does he even go here? He must sense the shift in mood and it further boosts his confidence. "Come on," he lets the word wobble like a kid pushing their luck, "you're the coolest girl in this place, let me show you a good time."

You can't place it exactly, maybe it's in the wiggle of his eyebrows or the groan of secondhand embarrassment from his friend not far away, but you get a relatively innocent vibe. You turn him away with a terse, maybe and watch as he wanders back to his friend, bounce in his step and high on premature victory.

His gaze isn't as heavy for the duration of your time there. He busies himself with doodles in the margins of Kisaki's work that he thought was math, but maybe is actually Greek; Shuji doesn't care. He's got an absolute beauty on his mind.

He's enraptured by her. Her focused scowl and the way her eyes narrow at the screen. The way her lips purse around the straw of what once was probably iced coffee. The art in her skin that he can see until the aircon kicks on and she puts another layer back on. Shuji is reminded in that moment that he hates the cold so, so much, and even more now that it's stolen away a part of the art he'd been admiring.

He huffs and loses himself if scribbling whatever comes to mind to kill time. He misses you packing your things quietly, work completed just before the deadline and he jumps to cover his scribbles when you clear your throat.

"I'm hungry."

"Hi hungry, I'm Hanma."

You groan, "Actually I'm leaving."

"Come on it was funny!"

"Are you twelve?"

You bicker with the cute giant the whole way out of the library with a smile tugging at your lips. You'd seen the scribbles, he wasn't slick.

Variations of, "God she's kind of insanely pretty. No seriously she's so pretty" up and down the margins. This guy was kind of embarrassing, silly, a wildcard, and well, those are the best people to eat fast food with at 11:59 pm.

It's the first of many midnight snacks.

Yeah that's right bitch this one's for you @sin-and-punishment shuji is down bad for you and I will not be told otherwise.

#sorry I gave reader a tude #im sick and tired and idk lmao #anyway its my fave situation so idk just roll with it maybe #hanma shuji x reader #hanma shuji fluff #i just wanted to think abt shuji falling pathetically for the pretty alty girl at thw library #hanma shuji~❤️#hanma shuji scenarios #hanma shuji

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Taken - Zutara - Part 17

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Aang woke laying on his back. He was tired, groggy from what must have been a long nap. When he opened his eyes, he saw the prettiest girl he had ever seen. She had vibrant blue eyes, which stood out even more when surrounded by dark hair and red clothes. She looked like Water Tribe, but she had an distinct Fire Nation feel about her.

"I..." He starts, only for his voice to crack. "I need to ask you something..."

The girl leans in. "What is it?"

He beams. "Will you go penguin sledding with me?"

She pulls back, blinking at him. Glancing behind her, she looks to an older boy, definitely Water Tribe, and seems confused. When she turns back to him, she frowns. "I... guess?"

Aang, pleased to at least have that, breaths deep and moves the air to push himself up, in one smooth motion. The two step back in surprise as he looks around. "So what's going on here?"

The boy steps forward, a spear held up. He poked him with it. "Don't tell him anything, Katara. You saw that light. It's probably a signal for the Fire Navy!"

The girl - Katara! What a pretty name! - was standing behind the boy, he hands tucked tightly into her sleeves. She had a weird look on her face, seeming almost worried. "Sokka, that light wasn't a Fire Nation flare. And the only Fire Nation ship that comes out this way is-"

Aang doesn't hear the rest. Back in the crator of ice, Appa groans. Scrambling up, Aang joins his buddy, hugging him. The two Watere Tribe members moved forward, staring. He introduced them, happy and cheery. The boy was still suspicious, but Katara was looking increasingly concerned.

"Oh!" Aang said, suddenly remembering he hadn't told her his name yet. "I'm A- ah... Ah... CHOO!" He shot up in the air, a flurry of snow whirling around him. When he came back down, he beamed. "I'm Aang!"

The boy gaped. "You just sneezed! And flew ten feet in the air!"

"Really? It felt higher." He turned to Katara, grinning. That was cool, right?

Only, her face had grown pale and grim, as if she had been expecting that, and it was the worst possible thing. "You're an Airbender..."

She said it like a death sentence.

"Giant light beams," the boy, Sokka, started ranting, "flying bison, airbenders... I must have midnight sun madness. I'm going home, where things still make some sense!"

Only, when the boy turned, there's only water. Aang, seeing an oppurtunity, quickly perks up. "If you need help getting home, Appa and I can give you a lift."

Sokka was vehemently opposed. Katara, on the other hand, seemed resigned.

"It's our only option," she said to the boy, a hand on his arm. Aang hoped they were siblings... "The canoe is gone, and the ice chunks are hard to steer. We can have him drop us off as close to the village as he can without being seen."

Aang wondered why they had to worry about being seen, but was a bit distracted. Katara seemed to not want him around... He hoped he was wrong. Maybe she was just worried what people would say?

They two followed him onto Appa, and Katara moved closer to give him directions. As they went, he tried to ask a few questions about her, but she shifted the topic easily.

"When you drop us off, you have to be careful," she said, sitting stiffly in the sadle. "Rinzo and Taka can't see you. And when you leave, try to stay out of sight. Especially of Fire Nation ships. There should be one close by, and under no circumstances can they see you."

"Why?" Aang asked.

Sokka snorted. "Because she knows I'm right about the jerkbender. He's evil, and there's no way he'll let an Airbender escape."

"That's not it," Katara said, but she seemed a bit uncovinced by her own words. "Zuko just wants to go home. He's still looking for the Avatar."

Panic welled in Aang's chest. Something was wrong. "Why... Why would he be looking for the Avatar?'

"Because the Avatar is the biggest threat to the Fire Nation's war effort," Sokka said, rolling his eyes. "But prince jerk face is chasing a myth."

"War? Myth?"

Katara eyed him. "How long were you in that iceberg, Aang?"

Aang blinked. "I don't know... A few days?"

She took a deep breath. "Aang, if you're the Avatar-" He jerks, about to deny it, but she holds up a hand. "-then I have some bad news. The Fire Nation declared war on the rest of the world, and their first target was the Air Nomads. Under Fire Lord Sozin's orders, they committed a mass genocide. It upset the balance of the world, and they continue to press on." She let that sink in for a moment, before adding, "that was a hundred years ago."

Aang felt a gasp rip itself from his throat. "No! No, that can't be true!"

She shook her head. "The war continues even today. They raided our tribe until I became the last waterbender in the South. Its important that you take this seriously." She paused, pointing toward shore. "Have Appa stop there."

Shaking, Aang pulled the reins. He watched as Sokka and Katara climb out of the saddle, their boots crunching snow. He stared off into the distance, worried he would be sick.

"I'm sorry you had to find out like this," Katara said, voice sincere. "I suggest you get Appa in the air and use the clouds for cover. Head to the North Pole. We've heard that they remain strong, their capital an impenetrable fortress that the Fire Nation has yet to break. They can keep you safe, and you can find a Waterbending Master."

He nodded numbly, gripping the reins. Katara gave him a polite bow, before pulling Sokka along behind her. They whispered to one another in shushed tones.

Aang wondered with Appa, his mind racing, until he found a spot to stop. Katara's words repeated in his mind, over and over. He had never asked to be the Avatar. He had never wanted that responsibility, and had run from it. But in doing so, he seemed to have plunged the world into chaos. He had failed before he even began.

Swollowing thickly, he tried to steel his resolve. Katara was right. He needed to get to the North. He had to make things right.

He spurred Appa, the bison finally taking to the air. A little rest had done him some good after all. As they rose, trying to reach the clouds, Aang saw it. Black snow. He reached out, catching a few flakes and rubbing them between his fingers.

Ash.

His heart lurched. He glanced around, squinting into the distance. Far below, he could see a village, small and not anything like the capital Aang knew should be there. Just to the side, a squad of soldiers were disembarking a metal ship.

"Fire Nation soldiers," he breathed. "So it's true..."

At the front, he could see another soldier reaching forward towards a girl in red that was flanked by two more soldiers.

Katara.

"Appa!" He called, tugging on reins. "We have to go help!"

And with that, Aang dove from the saddle, ready to defend the girl that given him hard truths.

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#fanfic idea #avatar the last airbender #fanfic #atla #katara #zutara #zuko #wip

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sweeethinny · 2 years

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Hinnyfest - Day 12

Valentine's Day - Day Twelve

im back.

yes, I lost two days but I will post late this weekend was a complete mess and the next one will be even worse I hope you understand ahaha

@hinnyfest

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''Dad,'' James Sirius said into the mirror, his voice a little shaky and low, which told Harry one thing: confusion.

James and Lily-Lu were his loudest children, their silence and shyness usually indicated trouble, as were Albus and Teddy's noises, who were quiet and preferred their space to their brothers' confusion.

"What's up?" Harry put down the papers he was reading and took the mirror out of the drawer, not that he could afford to stop working - even if it was almost midnight and if Ginny had been there, she'd have probably fought him by now, but Harry took advantage of the fact that she was travelling for this – when he needed to take care of so many problems that didn't seem to end. Bureaucracy was much more tiring than chasing criminals.

''I need help,'' His son was in his bedroom, Harry would recognize the Gryffindor dormitory even with his eyes closed, and he looked distressed; his hair was combed which was a sign he was nervous, his tie undone and his knees pulled up to his chest, the mirror leaning probably on a pile of books he should be studying. ''How did you ask Mum out?''

''Hm,'' Harry stopped, he didn't expect this.

It had been a while since he and Ginny had been noticing that James was acting weird, first they thought he was having trouble at school, then that he had a fight with his friends, but then they came to the conclusion that there was a girl or boy involved in the whole thing. Requests to go to the hairdresser, to teach shaving, requests for new clothes and to put on an earring…

Harry didn't know if it was his rebellious phase or his passionate phase.

Either one was frightening, he admitted.

''Me and her were already dating, so it was easy-''

''You didn't ask her out before you guys started dating?!'' James looked at him, finally, and Harry chuckled softly. His son looked a lot like him at that moment, looking scared and nervous at the thought of asking a girl out on a date.

''Our story was a little different,'' he said, smiling. ''What do you need, Jamie? Unfortunately I'm still working and I'm sure it wasn't to talk about my relationship with your mother that you called me,'' James, when nervous, had a unique way of stalling and deflecting the subject in an attempt to make you forget about the that he wanted to tell you from the beginning, to catch you off guard and make him feel more secure about the situation.

Unfortunately, that didn't work with Harry.

''I want to ask a girl out,'' His cheeks reddened so much that for a second Harry thought he was going to hang up, run away from the subject and take care of everything himself. ''But it's Valentine's Day and... I don't think she likes me,''

''Has something happened to make you think that?'' James shrugged.

''It's just... she talks to me, she's kind and laughs at the things I say but... I think if she could choose, she would prefer other people before me, you know?'' Ah, the insecurity, there was something scarier than that?

Looking at his son who was then looking extremely vulnerable in front of him, hugging his knees and staring off into space as if to avoid looking at whatever his father reflected in his gaze, Harry realised that now was the time to stop being an Auror and go to work in the most difficult position that had no days off, vacations and no time to finish, that of being a father.

If it wasn't Ginny making him leave his office, then it would be one of the kids saving him.

''Yes,'' he said, making James look at him. ''Do you want me to listen to you, or for me to speak?''

#hinny #hinnyfest #harry x ginny #hp next gen #james sirius potter #day 12 #my fic

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skinnywalker · 2 years

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Up in the dark part 2 (Billy Lenz x Male Reader smut)

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Billy had pissed you off. Honestly, you don't really remember why, but you were MAD mad.

It had been nearly a week since the first meeting and night spent together. Things had gone so well. Billy had been so rough and so sweet. He gave you one of the best nights of your life but Billy had never been in a relationship before. He was not clingy, he was obsessed. You could barely leave his room.

"Noo!! Piggy please! Don't leave Billy!!"

After hours of fighting his grasp, you finally got back to your room. The next few days were filled of arguing. Billy could not even imagine letting Y/n go even for an hour.

When Y/n finally put his foot down and escaped, billy was inflamed. How dare piggy refuse his love. Piggy was going to pay.

It was almost midnight when Y/n finally got home. He felt like his feet were chained to the floor by concrete.

"Jesus, could someone clean up around here?!"

The kitchen was trashed. Red solo cups slipped over every surface, weird sticky liquid staining the floor and a random pair of panties laying on the counter.

Y/n sighed, "I guess I'm just going go to bed"

Yawning again, he climbed the stairs towards his room not seeing the figure in the hallway.

He felt too tired to even hear the typical tap tap tap of his bedmate billy. Y/n stripped down to his boxers and slipped into the bathroom to wash his face not hearing his door creak open. He walked back into the room before freezing.

"Hi pretty piggy"

"Billy what are you doing here?"

Billy looked up grinning from the bed.

"P-pretty piggy has b-been very very mean"

Billy stood above him pining him against the wall.

"Billy needs-s to punish piggy"

His fingers drug into Y/n's thighs lifting him into the air.

"AHHH! BILLY! BE CAREFUL-"

"No no no piggy! It's time to be punished"

He threw Y/n upon the bed pulling down his boxers.

"Piggy is gonna scream"

Billy's slammed his fingers deep inside Y/n. Barely lubed, they burned his insides. Y/n drooled as his eyes roll back into his head.

"Ahhhhh ahhhhhhhhh bill billy pleaaaase"

Billy snapped his fingers aching Y/n's stomach harshly.

"Billy needs to treach p-piggy a lesson"

Y/n felt like his insides were being twisted into knots. His stomach dripped from pre cum.

Billy slowly pulled his digits from the abused hole, licking off the glaze.

"Piggy looks s-so handsome"

The amount of relief broke as he cracked deep into Y/n nearly splitting him in two. He almost came at that moment, caught up in the bliss of filling him balls deep.

"BILLLLY I-I'M GONNA CUM"

"NO PIGGY!"

Y/n gasped as Billy laid large red blossom slaps along his ass and thighs. His body arching into Billy's rhythm. He felt his brain turning to mush as Billy fucked the depths of his stomach.

"Ohhh piggy! T-tell Billy h-how much you l-love his cock"

"S-soo much bill! Please let me cum!!"

He smirked watching Y/n's fucked out face strained with tears and pleading for relief.

"Cum piggy. Now. For billy."

He scream as they both reached their peak. Laying there wrapped in eachothers sweat the two sloppily made out.

"Piggy please d-dont ignore billy again"

"I promise"

Billy smiled and happily struggled deeper into bed.

"Goodnight sweet pig"

#billy lenz #billy lenz x male reader #billy lenz x reader #slasher thirst #slasher x reader #slasher x male reader #billy lenz smut

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underscorewriting · 2 years

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Forgot.

Modern!Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader, Friends!Hvitserk x Reader, Friends!Ubbe x Reader

Warnings: don’t know if it angst, but definitely some fluff ^^

2035 words

The hours passed and still no sign of him. Their anniversary even more coming to an end now. The beautiful satin dress now laying on the bedroom floor, replaced with an oversized shirt and some 'Tangled' shorts. Siting on the couch, watching some romcom movie she couldn't help but feel like an idiot. So many times she waited for him to come home early, after he promised to dine with her.

Today had been the worst, he arranged a dinner at a fancy restaurant, which honestly was quiet expensive. Sitting there alone she ordered a water, nothing to eat, she wanted to wait for him. Everyone looked at her weird, making her feel anxious and insecure. She was angry with him and even more disappointed than the other times, because it was the first anniversary of their wedding. The most important day in her life, yet it didn't seem to mean to him as much.

While she shoved down some ice cream, her phone rang, with a sign she picked up. "Hvits, I really don't want to talk right now." A chuckle was heard from the other side. "I know, baby. Okay listen, don't be pissed at him, work has really been bothering him a lot lately." Shaking her head she got up, wrapping her arms around herself. "No, Hvitserk. I am pissed, okay? It's our wedding anniversary and I spent so much time getting ready a-and I barely had any time with him at all these past weeks, he's celebrating this by turning off his phone. So sorry if I'm angry with your brother, but I honestly don't care."

After she hung up, she sat back down, hugging a pillow to her chest. Anger flaming up in the girls stomach as she heard her phone continue to ring. Turning it off she threw it next to her. Turning her attention back to the movie, she couldn't concentrate. It was late, past midnight already and worry started to settle in her stomach. Rolling her eyes she felt annoyed by her own feelings, picking her phone up she turned it back on, now having 17 missed calls from Hvitserk and a few messages.

'Still haven't heard anything from him :/' One said and her worry grew even bigger. Getting up she paused the movie, walking around the room quietly as she called Ubbe. "Ubbe?" Her voice was tired. "You know I love getting calls from you, sweetheart, but not in the middle of the night." Hearing her sigh, made him sit up straight. "What did he do now?" His voice serious, filled with a threat against his idiot of brother. Shaking her head slightly she chuckled slightly. "Nothing, well it's not important now anyways. I take it you haven't heard anything of him then?" Hope still lingered in her voice as she brushed her hair behind her ear.

"No, sorry. Do you want me to come over and wait with you? You know I wouldn't mind, you just have to ask." She could hear him get up and quickly told him that he needn't to worry and should go back to bed. After another hour, the sound of keys unlocking the front door made her sit up straight, judging by the many failed attempts she could only guess that he had been drinking. "I am home my beautiful wife!" His crutch sliding out of his hand as he almost fell down. "Whoops" He chuckled and held onto the wall as he made his way into the living room, seeing her sit on the couch with the pillow still against her chest.

"Naw look at you, so precious!" Ivars voice quiet down once he noticed the angry look on her face. "What's wrong, my love?" As she got up he tried to follow her but almost fell, leaning fully against the wall now, still laughing. "What day is it, Ivar?" Her voice was cold, not looking at him anymore. "Friday, why are you asking stupid questions?" Giggling he walked into the kitchen as he followed her. Now it was her turn to stay silent as she poured him a cup of water and then leaned against the counter watching him carefully.

Humming Ivar downed the water, looking around in the kitchen with a drunken smile. His eyes stopped on the sticky note, that stuck to the fridge. His smile fading quickly. "7pm at the restaurant, wear the green dress.' Her tired eyes followed his every move. "Fuck, I'm so sorry, princess." Shaking her head she walked to the bedroom, laying down, not having the energy to fight anymore.

Looking around Ivar walked back to the entrance and picked up his crutch, looking around he couldn't help but groan at how stupid he was to forget. Turning off the lights as he made his way to the bedroom, he took a deep breath, wiping over his face with his free hand. The anger at himself, making him feel less drunk now. "Princess?" He said softly as he walked in, noticing the dress on the floor as he swallowed the lump forming in his throat. No answer.

"Work has been terrible lately, some of my coworkers wanted to go to some bar. I promise you I thought I wouldn't stay long, but i got way too drunk and forgot, let myself get talked into staying. I know it's not an excuse, but I promise you-" He rambled as he held onto the bed before lowering himself to the ground, crawling to her side and leaning against the bedside table. "You came home, ate and went to bed. You came home, ate and went to bed. Every day for the past three weeks. I spent the day alone and most of the night. Tonight was supposed to be special, but it wasn't."

She sat up and leaned against the headboard of the bed, pulling her knees to her chest. Heaving himself up onto the bed Ivar placed a hand onto her knee, softly caressing it and sighing in relief when she didn't make a move away. "Do you know how the people looked at me, Ivar? They even laughed and pitied me whenever I said I was waiting, I waited for two hours." Her eyes met his and a cold shiver ran down his spine as he saw how glossy her eyes were. "Oh princess..." He pulled her into his chest and kissed the top of her head over and over again, knowing how bad her anxiety could get.

"I'm an asshole." She nodded sniffing quietly, making him laugh softly. "I'll take the week off, spend every second of it with you, I promise you." Wiping her eyes she pulled away slightly. "Gods, I promised myself to stay angry at you." Chuckling she snuggled even more into his chest, scrunching her nose as she smelled the still lingering smell of alcohol. "Fuck, you don't even know how angry I am with myself..." He mumbled kissing her forehead as she pulled away. "Ivar, would you mind changing and showering, you stink like a bar." Blushing slightly she looked up to him, seeing him grin down at her playfully as he got up and walked into the bathroom.

Hearing him sing some song made the girl almost fully forget why she was angry. Hearing her phone ring from the bedside table she saw her favorite brother in laws name on it. Picking up she immediately needed to calm him down, telling him how everything was fine and Ivar was now safe at home. "You should call, Hvits. He thinks you're pissed at him, sweetheart." Nodding she sighed softly. "I know. I was in the wrong..." Saying good night he hung up, telling her to not be to harsh on Ivar. A feeling of worry was settled in her stomach, why did everyone tell her that?

After a quick videocall with Hvitserk, she decided to quietly walk into the bathroom, the steam of the hot shower her husband was taking filled the room. "Ivar..?" She sat down on the closed toiled seat. "Mhm?" His voice sounding sleepy already as he pulled back the curtain to give her a small tired smile. "Are you okay with showering by yourself, even though I was angry with you doesn't mean I wouldn't help..." She felt bad for not thinking about the danger of him slipping in the shower earlier. "No no, it's fine. The shower seat we bought is really helpful, princess. Somethings bothering you, what is it?"

His blue eyes filled with worry as she got up walking over to him, running her hand gently through his dripping wet hair. "What is up with you lately..? You haven't fully been here for weeks now, talk to me." Closing his eyes Ivar leaned into her touch and sighed deeply. "I lose control again. I'm starting to feel this anger again at everything, work helps me focus on something else." Nodding she kissed his forehead softly. "Ivar, I am supposed to be the place where you feel safe, I can't be that if you push me away or never come home. I love you, with all your flaws, just like you deal with my anxiety."

Opening his eyes again he felt like his mind was clear, like everything he needed was her assurance that all of this, his anger, didn't matter. All that mattered was them, right now. "I'm really sorry for tonight, princess. I didn't mean to forget. I am the worst husband." Chuckling softly she kissed the corner of his lips, smiling against him. "You're still in the tutorial, my love, wait till the real stuff starts." A look of pure terror on his face as she pulled away, making her giggle quietly, picking up the towel and pushing the curtain away.

"There's gonna be more?!" His voice louder than he meant it to be, only causing for the girl to laugh more as she helped him out of the shower into a pair of sweatpants, leaving a kiss on his hip bone, making him hiss as he pulled her up into a kiss. "I'm ready to deal with more husband duty." His voice low as he whispered against her lips. "Fuck I'd do anything for you." His voice now desperate as she pulled away raising an eyebrow playfully.

"Mhm, except coming to our anniversary dinner, hm?" Groaning he followed her. "You're a mean woman." Turning around to him she sat down on the bed shaking her head with an innocent smile. "If I would be evil, Mr. Lothbrok, I'd have you sleep on the couch for what you pulled today." With a dramatic sigh Ivar let himself fall onto the bed next to her.

"And we both know, Mrs. Lothbrok, that in the middle of the night I would hear your, somehow, tiny fucking feet walk into the living room, hugging my pillow to your chest and asking me to come back to bed, since, and I quote, you 'can't sleep without your so comfy boyfriend' sorry now husband 'by your side and need my warmth to keep alive otherwise you might die', so sorry to break it to you, but you would suffer more than me." Huffing the girl laid down, pouting as she hugged her pillow. A yelp escaping her as he pulled into his chest, kissing the back of her neck softly, just to make her giggle loudly. The sound of her laughter filling his heart with an overwhelming feeling of warmth and love.

"I think I'd fully go insane if it weren't for you, princess." Smiling she turned around, resting her head on his chest. "Really? You're not already insane?" As he pinched her side she couldn't help but feel giddy as she tried not to laugh, not wanting to push his ego even more than needed. "How nice of you." He said in a teasing tone as she stuck her tongue out at him, causing him to roll his eyes. "Mhm, I'm probably the nicest woman you'll ever get." She said playfully, nodding overdramatically, he couldn't help but admire her.

"Don't think I'd want any other woman, honestly."He mumbled quietly as he watched her get comfortable on his chest, feeling her breathing slow down.

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