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writtenbymoonflower · 3 months

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hi!!! could i pls request some casual dominance polymarauders 🙈

Thanks for requesting, hope this is okay! gn!reader x poly!marauders, kinda modern!au

cw: kinda d/s dynamics, boys order reader around a bit. if it's not your cup of tea feel free to skip!

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You were attacked with affection the minute you had stepped foot in the house, but you weren’t complaining. It was like James had appeared from thin air to help you shuck your coat off and hang it up for you.

“Christ, babe. It didn’t know how freezing it was out there. You’ve got like, bits of ice on you.” He fussed, scrutinizing your shaking body and wind-pinched face.

“It wasn’t that bad, the walk was pretty.” You thought that would be reassuring, but James just looked more aghast.

“You walked the whole way here?”

“I mean, yeah. I didn’t have money for the bus.” You admitted shamefully. It seemed like Sirius had appeared in the room to give you a (loving) talking to as well.

“Then in that case, you call one of us, yeah?” He grabbed your face gently, turning you away from James to look at him. He had his whole intimidation thing going on that made you want to melt into the floor. “You don’t get to put yourself in danger walking in this.” He gave your chin an affectionate squeeze before dropping his hand from your face, you let your gaze fall to the floor.

“I will,” You muttered, barely intelligible. This time it was James who tilted your face up.

“Speak up baby, and look Pads in the eye when you talk to him.” He was gentle but still assertive. You quickly corrected.

“I will call you next time.” Still mousy, but at a discernible volume, and now you could see when Sirius’ usual grin overtook his concerned features. He pulled you into him, giving you a tight squeeze.

“You’re okay, babydoll. You’re not in trouble.” He kissed your neck, making it hard for you to breathe.

“Who’s not in trouble?” You heard Remus’ even tone from the kitchen. You tugged the two men next to you over to where Remus was. He was sitting at the counter, doing some work on his laptop.

“Well it seems like Y/N was determined to give us the fright of our life this afternoon.” James joked (rather dramatically in your opinion), but it’s all good now.

“They will be requiring some hot chocolate, though.” Sirius pinched at your nose, making an awful cooing sound. “Baby, your face is still all cold.”

Remus stood up to rummage through the box of hot drink mixes. “Pads love, could you run upstairs and grab the sweater off the end of the bed?” his voice turned more serious as he looked at you. “It doesn’t surprise me that you’re still cold, that shirt likely isn’t doing much to keep you warm.”

“Actually,” You spoke up, ignoring his comment. “Could I have some coffee instead?” James scoffed and Remus rolled his eyes.

“It’s half past five, baby dove. You’ll be up all night if you have caffeine right now.” Remus clearly wasn’t in the mood to be argued with, but you pressed in.

“I’ll be fine! Besides, my head hurts and I need to get some work done.”

“Yeah, well, get that idea out of your head.” James shook your shoulders affectionately. “You’ve been burning the candle at both ends lately, you need a rest.”

“Who needs a rest?” Sirius trotted over to you, manhandling you to get Remus’ sweater over your head.

“Y/N,” James tattled. “They think they’re getting coffee at this hour.” He laughed like you were being obviously ridiculous. “They also have a headache and didn’t tell us.” You must’ve looked absolutely appalled and quickly floundered to control the damages.

“I didn’t think it was important! It’s not bad anyway.”

“Well, let’s try to keep it from getting bad.” Remus handed you a steaming cup of hot cocoa, along with a packet of biscuits. “Here, eat these so you can take some pain pills.” He glanced over to James, making the bespectacled boy rummage through the medicine box while Sirius set on getting a glass of water for you.

“I don’t need any medicine, it will go away on its own.” You pleaded, covering your mouth full of biscoff and feeling flustered from all the attention. Sirius clearly disagreed, because the comment earned you a hard pinch on your bum.

“Do what Moons said” He punctuated the order with a kiss to your forehead, letting you know he wasn’t really upset with you. Sirius may play stern, but he was really just silly and enjoyed ordering you around a bit, knowing that it made you heated and blushy.

You set down your hot drink and half-eaten snack to take the pills and water, swallowing your pills and finishing the whole glass before you handed it back.

“There you go,” James cooed, pulling you into his side. “That’s a good girl”

You groaned, earning a dark chuckle from Remus.

"Poor baby," He teased, clearly not feeling very sorry for you.

It was going to be a trying night.

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multific · 1 year

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Attached to You

Modern!AU

Billy Hargrove x Reader

A/N: I'm not a doctor nor am I medically trained, so, there are things here which are incorrect. Please ignore them and try to enjoy the piece as it is. Thank you.

Summary: After a one-night stand, you find out you are pregnant, thanks to your doctor's bad advice, it turned out that your pills weren't effective. Leaving you with a baby, you have lots of decisions to make.

"I only told you because you deserve to know. I don't want anything from you. I will deal with this myself."

Your words rang in his head over and over again.

It had been almost two weeks since he last saw you and now, he wasn't sure what he was doing.

Billy couldn't stop thinking about you. How you smiled at him even when he could see you were close to a breakdown.

It was all meant to be one night. Something he had done many many times before.

When he saw you sitting alone at the bar, he was quick to make his move. Flirting with you was easy as you blushed at every word he said. He soon learned about an ex of yours, the guy, as you explained, was rather obsessive about you and didn't want to let go of you, which is why you were hiding in a bar.

And so, Billy took this as a sign and brought you home.

It wasn't meant to end like this. He always made sure to have a condom with him. All the time. Of course, the one time when he doesn't, he gets someone pregnant...

But even so, you didn't look mad, you didn't demand money or anything from him. You just smiled and moved on.

He didn't even know your name. All he had is a phone number.

"You can delete my number as well. I won't look for you. All I wanted is for you to know since you are the father."

Father.

A word that scared him.

A word which meant nothing to him as he too, never had a father.

The realization hit him like a cold shower, he didn't have a father, so he knows just how hard it is to grow up without one, and here he was, the exact same as his.

He will have a child, who won't know their father. Who will go through the same pain as he did. Who will see their mother slowly crumble under all the pressure.

He is no better than his own asshole father.

This was unfair.

He could run. Men could run from the responsibility since they weren't attached to the baby, but women couldn't.

---

Billy felt like a piece of shit.

It had been almost two months since he last saw you.

And he couldn't help but wonder what 'dealing with it' meant for you. Did it mean you got an abortion? Or did you keep the child?

This was eating him alive.

He needed to find you and have another conversation with you. But you didn't pick up the phone nor did you reply to any text he sent.

He set out to the club he originally met you.

"Why the fuck did I think a pregnant woman would be in a club?!"

IF you were still pregnant.

The next couple days were awful for him.

Trying to find you, he went to the café you invited him to, no sign, he went to a hospital and asked if they knew about you. But of course, they couldn't give out any information.

You were all he could think about.

You and the baby he might have already lost.

Billy didn't feel like himself.

And then, one day, he spotted you. As he was walking down the street when he noticed you on the other side.

He followed you like a creep.

Dodging people, running. He followed you. Tried to call out but since he didn't know your name, it was difficult.

You went into a pharmacy and he stopped by the front door. His heart was beating fast, not only from running.

"Hi. I have some pills prescribed for me." he could hear you say. The pharmacist took a look and turned to you.

"Can I ask for your full name?"

"Y/N Y/L/N."

"You have... pregnancy vitamins prescribed by Dr Drew."

"Correct." you smiled. Oh God, that smile taunted him.

"Alright, let me get that for you."

He felt himself calm a little. Pregnancy vitamins. Why did they have to prescribe those for you anyway? But this meant you still had the baby.

"So, since this kind is... stronger, we recommend you take only one daily. If you skip a day do not take two the next day. Technically these are not vitamins, they are just called that. Is your pregnancy i-"

"The doctor said these are the best for my condition. So I need to take them."

"These are for you not the baby." she was rather rude as you tried to ignore her.

"I know."

"Alright, anything else I can give you?"

"Do you have any of those shooting creams? For when the skin stretches?"

"For the stretch marks? We have one, which is cold and another which is warm. One helps shoot the skin the other helps the marks to be less visible."

"I would like the one that shoots the skin, please. That would be all."

Billy watched as you paid for everything before he quickly exited so you wouldn't notice him.

Pregnancy vitamins... for you not for the baby. And you had a condition?

He watched as you walked away, but as you did a man ran into you. The man continued on while you nearly fell over.

"Watch where you are going, Asshole!" Billy pushed the man as he passed him, before he helped you. "Are you okay?"

He only realized that he was now holding your arm as you looked up at him. When did he get this close to you?

"O-Oh, yes. I'm fine thanks." he saw it in your eyes, you realized who he was soon after as you took a step back. "Thank you." you adjusted your bag before starting to walk and he knew he couldn't let you leave.

"Can we-Can we talk, Y/N?" he suddenly spoke up and you turned to him.

"If you want to." he nodded and you guided him to a nearby park and sat down on a bench.

An awkward silence filled the air.

He knew he needed to talk.

He took a deep breath.

"I was scared when you said you would deal with it, that you meant... abortion."

"I'm not going to lie, I thought about every option. It was one of them but... I decided against it."

"I-I heard you at the pharmacy..."

"Oh, you were there?" you looked up at him, genuinely surprised.

"You got some meds..." he nodded as he pointed at your bag.

"I-The doctor said it is okay to take pregnancy vitamins. But it turned out that I was the one needing them, not the baby. The doctor said my body puts the baby as a priority and takes away nutrition from me. We found out during my eight weeks when I asked the doctor if it was normal that I feel very dizzy. He did some checks and yeah. But... why are you asking me this?"

"Because for the last weeks, I couldn't stop thinking about you and the baby."

"You don't have to. You are not guilty or anything."

"I grew up without a father. I saw my mother going through so much shit. I don't want you to go through all that. I want to be a father to my child. Someone I never had."

You took a moment to fully digest what he just said. He waited anxiously for an answer.

"Look, I will have a baby soon, a baby who can become attached. If they become attached to you and then you later decide that you don't want to do this... I believe that is worse. So, while I do appreciate your concerns, I was nothing more to you than a quick fuck. It is... unfortunate, that I got pregnant, but as I said it is something I am dealing with. So, please, if you don't mean it, don't get involved. You might think now that you want to be a part of this because you pity me or whatever, but if you change your mind..."

"I don't want to change my mind. Yes, it was meant to be a one-night stand but I can't ignore a child. My child. I'm not a coward. I want to be a part of the life of this little one."

You looked into his eyes, trying to figure him out. He looked serious. Maybe he really had a change of heart during the last couple months. You pulled out your wallet and a picture from it. You handed it to him.

He looked at the ultrasound.

"I'm currently 11 weeks along. The baby is 41mm long. The doctor said it's the size of a fig. We don't know the gender just yet, but they are healthy."

"Healthy. Good." he wanted to hand back the photo but you didn't take it.

"I have more at home, you can have that. I have a check-up next week, you could come if you have time."

"I'll be there."

You stood up and were about to walk away when you turned to look at him.

"If you don't come next week. I mean without a good reason, I don't want you to come after. I am already very attached to this little fig, and I don't want them hurt."

"I'll be there, text me the time and place."

You nodded before saying goodbye and walking away.

He stayed, looking at the picture.

"My little fig." he smiled before he too, headed home.

---

Honestly, you were shocked to see him at the doctor's the next week.

Every time he showed up.

He started to take you out to eat afterwards and started to ask more and more questions.

Billy asked you to move into his place which you didn't want but you did go over to his place many times.

You spent most of your weekends there. And lately, you even spent your nights there. In a separate room, but you did stay.

"What are you doing?"

"Shhhh! I heard babies can hear voices, I'm talking to them so they would recognize me when they are born." you shook your head as you continued to look at stuff on your phone. Subconsciously, one of your hands found his hair. You started to run your fingers through his locks as he continued to softly speak to the baby.

"We should get married." you nearly threw your phone at the TV.

"What?" you sat up so quickly you nearly gave yourself whiplash. He moved with you as he sat in front of you. The expression on his face was as serious as ever.

"You heard me. Marry me?"

"Why would I... What? No. Just because of the baby? That is-"

"Logical. We get married, you take my last name and the baby does too. It is logical."

"Did you hit your head or something?"

"What? Why?"

"You? Marriage?"

"Yes."

"Like in the old days? You get the woman pregnant and so you have to marry her?"

"I was thinking more about the baby and you. In case something happens to me, you two would be good on money."

"I don't want your money."

"I know you don't, I am giving it to you and the baby. We don't have to, but you can think about it."

"I honestly don't know."

"I know you probably wanted to marry out of love, fuck I never wanted to get married but here I am. With a baby on the way and with you. You are such an amazing girl, Y/N. I'm happy that you are the mother of my baby."

'"I'm very glad to hear that Billy, however, marriage is a big thing. Now don't get me wrong I have heard about people getting married for less and I'm not the biggest in the love department either. I truly believe you should marry someone you can see yourself for the rest of your life with and not be crazy in love with them but..."

"You told me this before. You said 'but you still believe that there should be love for marriage and not like love between friends.' And then you started crying because you couldn't explain yourself fully and I had to get you ice cream."

"Exactly."

"What would make you want to marry me?"

You placed your hand on his cheek.

"You might think now that its a good idea. You might think now that you would want me by your side forever, but I know Billy that one day, you would look at me and be disappointed that you married me because of our baby. One day you will be in a club, surrounded by girls and drinks and you won't think of me or our child, I want a loyal husband, and I wouldn't want you to throw the accusation at me, saying that you only married me for the baby and you would end up hating me."

"You believe that would happen? That I would regret it all and I would... what? Blame you for it?"

"Yes."

"You think that lowly of me?"

"No, I think that lowly of myself." you let out a sigh. "Look Billy, tell me that we are not here just because of the baby. You wouldn't be here if I wasn't pregnant. You would be out there as you were before. You don't want me, you want the baby. And that is completely fine. And it is all I can ask for. For you to love the kid. That's it."

"But I do love you. You are the mother of my child. How can I not?"

"Billy, please. You only care for me because of the baby. And I know that and it's okay."

Billy wanted to tell you that it wasn't true. That he truly cared for you. More than you could imagine.

He wanted to lift all of your insecurities and show you just how amazing you were.

But he did. Because he was afraid.

Not of losing his old life, but of losing you.

If you didn't believe him like this, he will prove his love in other ways.

---

You smiled as you saw the roses on the table. They looked amazing.

Beautiful white roses with a little note.

You debated picking it up and reading it until you saw your name on the paper.

'To my beautiful wife' it read on the inside and it made you scoff.

Since when did he become such a romantic?

You let out a long sigh.

Billy was trying way too hard. You were afraid one day he will realize this is not what he wants and just pack up and leave.

You were terrified that he will make you get used to his closeness and then pull away, leaving you to fall alone.

You really tried to keep your distance, to not fall in love or to not harbour feelings that would hurt you.

You really tried but it was very difficult because each time you saw his eyes sparkle as he looked at you, each time at the doctor's when he asked something about you or the baby, it made you feel so safe and happy.

When he asked you to marry him, you were ready to say yes. It was your first thought when he asked the question but then you realized your situation.

He doesn't love you to get married. He wants the baby around and that's fine.

You felt like you were lulling yourself into false realities and you couldn't let that happen.

Not with you becoming a mother.

Not with you knowing about his past. It felt like wherever you went you could see girls staring at you, eyeing you up and down. The dark thought of who he had slept with was always in the back of your head.

You knew you should let it go.

But it is easier said than done.

You were making lunch when Billy arrived home.

"Here you are. I actually wanted to go out for food, but I guess its too late now."

"Yeah, maybe tomorrow. Thank you for the flowers." you gave him a small smile.

"Did you like it?"

"Yes, they are beautiful."

"And the card?"

"Card?"

"Yes, wrote it myself actually. Did you like it?"

You turned back to the oven and got the pan out. Billy only shook his head as he smirked before he left to take a quick shower.

Soon, he joined you at the table.

Eating the chicken you made.

"I have an appointment tomorrow."

"I know. It's baby gender time." he smiled.

"Yeah. What would you prefer? A boy or a girl?"

"Either is fine really. What about you?"

"I thought I wanted a son, but lately I have been imagining a little girl and I realized I would be fine with any really."

"Should we have one of those crazy gender reveal parties?"

"Oh gosh, no! You know I hate to be the centre of attention. I'm fine if the doctor tells us."

"Just an idea. Then I can at least finish their room."

"Oh, I did order more things. I wanted to wait for you with the furniture though. Since you want to paint the room."

"We will know the gender tomorrow, so I can paint this weekend, then we can look at furniture and finish it up in a couple weeks." he nodded. "We are a good team, Y/N."

"Yeah, we are." you agreed as you finished your chicken and went to wash your plates.

Soon, you felt his arms move around you as you put the dishes to dry.

The way he held you, you let yourself imagine what if he loved you. What if the baby wasn't an accident? What if he wanted to be here for you?

"Y/N, marry me."

"Billy," you groaned as you turned in his arms, seeing the serious expression on his face you fell silent.

"I am serious. I love you both so much, please, marry me." he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, it was a jewellery box so it had to be a ring. And as he opened it, sure enough, it was. A rather expensive looking one at that. "I want to give you and our child the world. I want us to be a real family. Would you marry me?" You needed a moment to think.

"Yes. I will marry you." he smiled as he placed the ring on your finger, pulling you in for a breath-taking kiss.

"I love you so much." he said as his lips moved to your neck. His hands grabbed the back of your thighs as he lifted you and carried you to the bedroom.

"I love you too," you whispered to him as he began to remove your clothes, kissing your baby bump.

His eyes were filled with love, you couldn't look away.

---

The next day, you lay on the examination table with butterflies in your stomach.

You will finally know if you are having a girl or a boy.

Billy stood beside you, holding your hand as he smiled.

"As you can see, the head, two little hands and legs." the doctor said pointing everything out on the screen. "Are we ready to know the gender?"

"Yes." you said as Billy squeezed your hand.

"Let's see... Looks to be a little girl." she said as you looked at Billy whose eyes were glued to the monitor, smiling softly to himself.

"Then we can get the pink shoes you have been eyeing." you said as he finally looked at you.

During a recent trip to the mall, you found him in the kid's section when you were looking for some clothes. You found him standing there with a pink princess shoe in his hand as he smiled at the pink glittery object.

"Looks like we can." he said before he moved to place a kiss on your forehead.

You were really glad you judged him wrong.

You were glad he turned out to be a loving person and he grew into his potential. You knew he will be an amazing father and husband.

Judging by the small smile on his face, it said it all.

The little girl had him wrapped around her tiny little fingers and she wasn't even born yet.

When the doctor left to print out the photos for you, he turned to you, kissing your lips.

"I love you so much." he said before moving back to look at the screen. In the end, it was Billy who became attached to you and your daughter. You felt a wave of happiness wash over you as all of your insecurities and worries left your body.

All that was left was happiness.

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irondiotallica · 9 days

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Flare Up

I went a little ham with this one. Couldn't stop writing it seems, but here is a new blurb. It's def a little clunkier than the other one, but I like the idea of Steve becoming a physical therapist after everything and offering his services to the cute metalhead he's had a crush on since the upside down. Idk. Oh and fun fact, Times Square used to be the porn capital before the 1990s when Mayor Rudolph Giuliani shut it down to clean up the city. Anyway, enjoy the blurb! -Silas

[Steddie]

Eddie’s hip furiously blazed with a flash of stabbing pain. His joints had been bothering him underneath the scars left by the bats and their fucked up little teeth. The scarred flesh on his left hip was uncomfortably tight, pulled taut over his muscles and bones.

The damaged skin constricted his right shoulder, as though the skin would burst into a bleeding fissure with the tiny struggling breaths that Eddie was pushing through in labored waves. He was moments away from caving and taking a dosage of pills despite having agreed to take them less.

He felt as though his insides weren’t aware that he had been kept alive. It felt like his nerves had continued to decay turning into soaked cotton doused in kerosene with one little spark of discomfort able to render him incapacitated.

Eddie shuffled to his phone with dread flooding through his system like an unprepared county during monsoon season. He knew that he had to call, but he was reluctant to do so. Even if he had been told it was no trouble, he knew it was more than it was worth.

He fidgeted, clenching his fingers around the coiled cord that connected the phone to the receiver. He dialed the numbers still imprinted in his brain from the day they had been hastily scribbled with a wolfish grin and intoxicating charm. The phone rang once, twice, three times, and Eddie began to put the phone back in its cradle when he heard a warm voice call out.

“Hello! This is Hawkins Physio Clinic, Dr. Harrington’s office. How may I help you?”

Eddie felt his face flush at the rush that hearing Steve’s voice gave him.

“Um H-hi,” Eddie coughed as he tried to clear the nervous lump from his throat,” Hey Steve.”

His words came out weak and nervous to his ears, he couldn’t imagine how it sounded to Steve.

Eddie could practically hear the grin that Steve was wearing through the phone.

“What can I do for you Eds,” Steve huffed out behind quiet chuckles.

Eddie tried to think before he spoke, but the words were flashing like the overwhelming neon signs that covered the porn capital of seemingly the world, Times Square. He continued to stumble through his words.

“Well, you said, uh,” his words were stubbornly refusing to come out of his mouth, thick with nerves,” you said if my joints were giving trouble, to call you.”

Eddie was not used to this. Asking for help was difficult and normally he wouldn’t ask, letting the issue fester, but he was dying. The pain was consistent and recurring. Somedays were good, but for the last week, he had mainly bad days filled with tears and laying on the floor praying for the pain to pass.

“I did say that. Are you finally taking me up on my offer? I’ve been told that I’ve got the magic touch.��

God, the cocky assurance in his voice was enough to make Eddie stand at attention in more ways than one, but another jolt of agony quickly snubbed that thought out.

“Fuck.”

It slipped past his lips before he could stop himself. His free hand gripped his thigh as he slid himself down to the ground waiting for the pain to pass. His breath was coming out short and a little frantic.

“Eddie, are you okay?”

Steve’s voice was warm and sweet like heated milk before bed as the cockiness dissipated, replaced with concern. Eddie wanted to answer, but the pain was crashing in waves and drowning him mercilessly. Still, he tries to answer.

“Ye-,” Eddie takes a deep breath in, feeling a few tears slip past his bottom eyelid,” Yeah, Steve. My nerves are just-”

Eddie breathes in again. He can’t stop the slew of pants leaving his lungs.

“-misfiring. Just misfiring or whatever the fuck the doctor said,” he finally choked out, his voice tense and seizing with stress.

“I’ll be right there, okay? Just stay put.”

Eddie laughs at that although it comes out weak and soft.

“Where am I gonna go?”

“Oh shut up, you dork. You know what I mean.”

Eddie laughs a bit more before a groan leaves his lips at another jolt. He hears the click of disconnection and puts the phone down on the floor before laying on the tiles hoping for the chilly ceramic to ease the continuous, seizing torture.

Eddie is still on the floor when a series of knocks echoes around him. Three rapid ones followed by four spaced out. Steve was here.

“It’s open,” Eddie calls out as he strains with tension.

Steve steps in and immediately heads to Eddie with graceful movements. Eddie looks at him through slitted eyes. Steve reaches down, pulling Eddie close, and murmuring sweet words to him. You’re so good, doing amazing, such a strong guy, so strong for me; flowing past his plush lips into Eddie’s ears.

A warm, secure, big hand grips Eddie’s hip as the palm presses down and drags his hip, resulting in a quick crack and Eddie feeling his joint loosen. Eddie pushed his face into Steve’s shoulder letting those hands massage his hip and the muscles surrounding it.

God, Steve did have the magic touch, Eddie thought to himself with each warm bout of pressure.

He let a sigh slip as those hands deviated to pop his shoulder before massaging the sore blades. He felt good, floaty in Steve’s care.

“There we go. Good job Eds. Always so good for me.”

Eddie feels his cheeks glow red as he tries not to think of the implications of those words. Eddie stays wrapped in Steve’s arms, comfortable.

“Thank you,” he stutters out with relief weighing his voice down.

Steve grins down at him with something akin to infatuation glimmering brightly in his gaze. Eddie couldn’t help but stare unabashedly at the pretty picture that Steve Harrington made. His warm brown eyes brimming with life. His little moles that were perfectly placed on his face as though planned. Those stupidly perfect, stupidly white teeth that Eddie had thought only possible in movies. Who could forget the hair? That stupidly styled mop of gorgeous mousy brown hair. Steve was stunning in Eddie’s eyes.

“If you really want to thank me, you could let me take you out this Saturday; see that new sequel to Alien?”

“You have the worst timing for things. Robin was right, you are a dingus,” Eddie teased, laughing at the way Steve looked away with a blush that went as far as the tips of his ears.

“Shut up,” he grumbled out, squeezing Eddie just a little tighter.

After Steve had finally collected himself, he looked at Eddie questioningly,” So? Are you letting me take you out?”

Eddie nodded with a grin, boyish and wide.

Steve responded with a match grin and confirmation.

“It’s a date.”

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tencrushesperday · 1 year

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So this it is the part 2 to what i wrote on tuesday, i still don’t really have a name but i was thinking “pulling threads” but i’m not sure. if anyone has any idea for the name i’m opening to hearing it ofc. i’m also thinking of writing a part 3 :) anyway i hope you enjoy it !! how did i get to 1.9k words ? idk don’t ask me

(this has not been proofread)

You stayed next to his bedside for the next few days. As soon as you were alone, you held his hand, needing to feel his pulse, to make sure he was with you. However, you avoided showing too much in front of the others. They haven’t caught up on your feelings for him for centuries and if you didn’t want things to change now you would have to be careful. Even if your soul screamed for you to hold him all the time.

You forced yourself to go to sleep in a guest bedroom at the House of Wind and to go eat every meal in the dining room. But being apart from him even during those few hours was painful. You thought not knowing when, or even if, he would wake up was the worst feeling ever. But then again fate proved you wrong. How dare you underestimate your bad luck?

Azriel woke up when you were having lunch in the dining room and you cursed yourself for not being there when he did. But you were not there. And maybe things would have turned out differently if you were. But again, you were not.

Rhysand and Cassian rushed into his room in front of you. It was a sweet sight to behold : one bringing Azriel a glass of water, the other rearranging his pillow to help him sit up. But you couldn’t enjoy it when a part of you was jealous of them for stealing this from you.

During the hours you spent at his bedside, you often imagine Azriel waking up with you holding his hand, then feeling him squeeze it, the soft sunshine illuminating his beautiful features as he smiled up at you, happy that you were the first person he saw. You planned on finally addressing what you felt in the throne room, if he felt it too, because you didn’t dare face that thought yet, didn’t dare face it alone. How delusional of you…

Once he noticed you he smiled at you and asked if you weren’t injured yourself. At that, you nodded, a timid smile on your lips. His beautiful features were still illuminated by the soft light, a comfortable smile adoring his face. But the smile wasn’t for you. It was not your moment.

Once you came back to your senses, you rushed out of the room on the pretext that you were going to get Mor and Feyre. You had to put distance between the two of you, simply in order to not break down in front of the guys. Every one of your instincts told you to check on him for injuries, to be near him and hold him and kill every person that ever hurt him. But the implications of these feelings were not things you wanted to acknowledge. Not at that moment, and again not alone.

Feyre answered your mental call and she and Mor soon arrived at the House. In the meantime, you went to the kitchen to grab something for Azriel to eat because after an injury like that he needed to regain forces. You got to know him well in all the centuries you’ve known each other. Therefore, you knew he wouldn’t stay in bed for a long time.

It took him only three more days to fully recover. Majda had to argue with him so he’d stay the third one too but she finally won by threatening him to not give him his sleeping pills again. So the third day was reluctantly spent gathering information thanks to his shadows. It was a good way to ease back into work. And the day after that, he acted like nothing ever happened. He picked up work again, with the war looming over us there was certainly business to attend to.

You didn’t do anything about it. If he felt what you’ve felt he would have let you know. So you buried yourself in work just like him, when you actually wanted to close yourself off in your apartment and cry and tear the walls down. Because it didn’t change anything.

After almost losing him, you were more convinced than ever of your feelings for him. You could not live if he died. But he lived and yet you still felt so broken you wondered how you managed to stay on your feet. The pressure on your chest was so tight that it made it hard for you to breathe sometimes.

But you wouldn’t be the one to bring it up.

So you helped reconstruct the city after the attack. It was always your duty to protect this city. Amren might be Rhysand’s second, Mor his third, Cassian his general and Azriel his spymaster, but you have always been responsible for this city. Your job was to administer it and all the paperwork and important decisions, like the construction of new buildings or bridges, went through you. You’ve loved doing this for the past centuries.

Velaris was a beautiful city and you would never forget the moment you first set your eyes on it.

You were only 8 years old when you first arrived here. Your parents had moved here from the Autumn Court as Beron’s reign was starting to feel “suffocating”, as your mother had once nicely put it. You missed the rich colors of your home and its warm and comforting scent at the beginning. But you’ve always seen Velaris’ beauty, even through your teary vision.

They had moved here for a better life and everything was going great until the war happened. Your father volunteered to join the Night Court’s army, he wanted to defend you, and your mother, and the city your family has fallen in love with so quickly. He never came back.

She held on for you, worked day and night at the docks for the merchants that never had enough, that always wanted to make more profit, that overworked her until she caught an illness. It was an illness from the human lands, brought by a merchant that your mother had worked for. It was unheard of in all of Prythian, so nobody knew how to heal it. She did not suffer a lot from it, except in her last moments when she was suffocating because her lungs were collapsing. You cried for days, mourning her for as long as you could afford. Then, once you did not have anything to eat for dinner, you understood you had to work. Your parents didn’t have a lot of savings so you had to pick your mother’s post at the docks. And maybe because you were young and knew how to flatter people, or simply because of your skills, you managed to climb the ladder. Soon enough, your job consisted of identifying every boat that arrived at the port. Then, thanks to a promotion, you were the one who was deciding who was allowed to berth there and who wasn’t.

You first met Rhysand as the new port’s manager after he was freshly crowned High Lord of the Night Court. As novice sensed novice, you bonded over your young age and lack of experience.

After a few times going out for drinks, meeting the Inner circle, and a very chaotic and drunk Starfall celebration where you, Mor and Rhys spilled all your trauma, how difficult it had been for you to move courts, how hard life had been at the Court of Nightmares for Mor, and how Rhys grew up in the Illyrian camp, treated with fear but never respect, you finally felt like you’ve found a new family.

You refused at first but the High Lord soon insisted on promoting you to being the city manager, assuring you that nobody knew the true value of Velaris like you did. So you had accepted. Because this city, who welcomed you when you were a child, who allowed your parents to dream of a brighter future, who had made you feel like you had a place in this world, meant so much for you, you couldn’t just give it because you were afraid of failure.

So then, after the attack, you had to help the people reconstruct it. Being in an office and doing paperwork was impossible as you couldn’t keep still so you went out in the street, with your people. And you thought it would heal you. This city has saved you so many times why wouldn’t it heal a broken heart now.

Well because it got worse.

You always thought Azriel didn’t reciprocate your feelings because he was not ready for a relationship. You knew of his difficult childhood and assumed that pining after Mor, who never answered his feelings for her, loving someone unattainable was a way to protect himself, a defensive mechanism. Maybe you were projecting yourself onto him.

But then lovely and sweet Elain Archeron appeared in the equation. She was mated to Lucien. So once again, she was unattainable in some way.

Yet she reciprocated his attention. Even in her catatonic state, he was the one she answered to. They went on walks together and they spoke and you couldn’t blame her, because Azriel was such a calming force. He could put anyone at ease and even silences were comfortable with him. Whenever he was giving you an ounce of his attention you, too, raveled in it, enjoyed it as much as you could. He did fly you up to the House of Wind sometimes but that was short and most of the time he was busy with the threat of war from Hybern.

Each time he put you down, after flying or winnowing, his arms slowly releasing you, a piece of you left, as if it stuck to him, as if your body and soul didn’t wanna be pulled apart from his. You didn’t know if it was you or maybe him, but you always took your time. His hand lingered on your back when he set you down on the balcony at the House of Wind, or you squeezed his hand a little harder when he winnowed you to your apartment.

Yet he didn’t say anything, his behavior didn’t let anything on and it was driving you crazy.

Maybe you hallucinated what you felt in the throne room. Maybe because he was dying, it was a one time miracle so he could stay alive. Maybe it had merely been wishful thinking. You were in love with him for so long that in your tired and beaten up state you had imagined it to give yourself hope and keep yourself alive.

But none of that changed the way you were feeling towards him. You were hopelessly in love and no amount of work or convincing yourself that it was unrequited would have changed that.

You could not do much to help with the upcoming war apart from trying to keep this city safe. You knew how to hold your ground in combat after being friends with four of the most powerful people in the world for centuries. Cassian has spent a good decade teaching you all the fighting techniques you could master. You were a slow learner, as nothing physical has never been your strength. But once Azriel started with strategy, defense and manipulation to keep your opponent far it got a lot easier.

Because of your logical and strategic mind, Rhys took up to consult you for his military actions, so you participated in meetings alongside him as his strategic advisor. You always thought he gave more credit then due but he listened to you and trusted you and that was priceless. So did everybody else in the Inner Circle.

Until the day you thought you’d really lose Azriel.

#azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 2 years

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Hi!! I loved your techxreader stuff so I hope I can make a request. I know you’re busy but if you’re inspired to write one day, maybe you can have a go. Tech and reader first time making out? Or getting horrible menstrual cramps in the middle of the night, you don’t want to wake tech but he wakes anyway and takes care of you? Thank you! 🙏❤️

(The Bad Batch) Tech x Reader: Taken Care Of

(Author’s Note: Thank you for the request! I assume you are okay with either/or prompt, so I just went with the second one! I hope you enjoy!

Happy Belated Tech Tuesday

Word Count: 647)

It was a well-known fact that Tech didn't sleep like the others did.

Well, of course he slept.

Just nowhere near as much as he should.

This happened to be one of the evenings that he did manage to fall asleep at a decent hour. It had been a very long, long couple of days. The pilot had been working on the Marauder nonstop over the course of the Batch's most recent assignment given to them by Cid. There were just so many emergency repairs needed because of all the messy situations the crew landed themselves in.

Finally, you and the squad had completed the objective and were traveling through hyperspace. The ship had grown quiet as each Batcher drifted off to a much-needed sleep. Everyone was resting, as a matter of fact, to the low and steady hum of the ship. Everyone except you.

You held back another whimper as you braced yourself on the sink of the refresher. It was those awful cramps keeping you up. Normally, you would have avoided bothering anyone and gotten something to ease the pain, but Tech had recently reorganized things. Unfortunately, you weren’t entirely sure where he stashed the pain meds. And with him fast asleep for the first time in two days, you really, really didn’t want to wake him.

Part of you figured the cramps would subside and that you’d be able to go back to sleep after that. Your hopes were dashed as the pangs grew more frequent and more painful, lingering for a greater length of time. It was getting ridiculous, and you weren’t sure how much more you could take.

Occasional whimpers turned into a steady flow of tears as you endured miserably. It was hard to tell how much time had passed. The pain made the night go so slowly.

There was a knock at the refresher door.

“_______?”

“Tech? Did I wake you up?” you asked, panicked. “I thought I was quiet enough.”

“No, I happened to be up.” There was a brief pause. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just...uh... It’s that time of the month, and-” you winced “-I’m dealing with cramps. Like, bad ones.”

It was quiet on the other end of the door before you heard a muffled “be right back” as he walked away. You sniffled, clutching your bloated tummy with one hand as another cramp tensed in your lower abdomen. Your aching body took heart in the relief that was brought on by simply hearing Tech’s voice, though guilt gnawed at you that he was no longer resting.

Moments later, there was another knock, this one gentler. “May I enter?”

“Sure.”

Tech slipped into the refresher with you, a glass of water in one hand. “I’m regretful that you aren’t feeling well this evening, dear. But I will do what I can to help.”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you mumbled, sniffling. “You need to sleep, Tech.”

“And I shall, after you are taken care of. You are no bother to me, ________. As I said before, I happened to be up anyway.”

His words helped put you at ease a little, though not completely. Tech waited patiently as you took the pain meds and washed it down with a gulp of water.

A sharp cramp made you jump, and Tech gently wound his arm around your form as you set the empty glass of water down on the sink. “It won’t be long now. The pills should take effect shortly.”

Suddenly, you felt tired.

You weren’t sure if it was the promise of relief, the soothing voice that delivered the news, or the warmth that enveloped you as you pressed against Tech’s side... But your eyelids grew heavy while a big yawn escaped you.

There were still pangs of pain, but they eventually dulled until you didn’t feel them anymore as Tech held you in his arms.

#tech x reader #bad batch x reader #bad batch tech #bad batch tech reader insert #bad batch reader insert #tech reader insert #the bad batch tech fanfiction #tech fanfiction #bad batch #the bad batch

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lily-174 · 1 year

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Not again part 6 - jay halstead x reader

overview: you’re recovering after the attack, having been ordered time off work and jay forcing you to move in with him so he could look after you.

trigger warning: mentions of the trauma in the previous chapter. nothing you wouldn’t have seen in the show, mostly all fluff now.

a/n- i can feel the writers block coming on so if anyone wants to send any jay request please do. i’m the best at writing angst so if anyone has any ideas send them through please x

it had been a week, a week since you were admitted to hospital and your life completely changed. you’d been out of hospital for 2 days, yet still weren’t allowed back at your apartment. you weren’t sure if that was true, but jay wouldn’t let you he convinced you that you had to stay with him so you were safe and looked after. jay just wanted you to be safe and the only place he believed that was, was when you were with him.

luckily voight had given jay some time off to help you, as you weren’t fully capable of doing everything on your own yet, the surgery you had was a big one. you scar reminded you of what you had lost every time you looked at it. knowing that scar would be there for the rest of your life was a difficult pill to swallow. jay had been trying his best to be there for you but you wouldn’t speak to him. you hated the fact your independence was stripped from you, not being able to raise your arms, stand too long, move too quickly was draining you.

but you were lucky, jay was an absolute sweetheart. you’d never known him to be so caring and thoughtful. the hard ass approach he normally has had diminished, everything was making you irritable though since you wanted to be back at work, you liked being independent but you couldn’t. you’d been given a month off before you can go back to the doctor and see if you can be cleared for duty.

now waiting on the sofa for jay to arrive home from the store, you laid comfortably wearing one of jays hoodies and a pair of shorts while wrapped up in a blanket. you’d noticed the difference in jay since you lost the baby, he was more aware of everything all the cases he’d previously seen with children, he struggled with those cases anyway but now that he was supposed to be a father and that had been ripped away from him he saw them from a different perspective he felt the grief all the parents had felt.

you sat watching your favourite show, 911. laughing at the unrealistic scenes the poor fighters stumbled across, one particular firefighter on the show had you drooling. evan buckley. god he was a beautiful human.

“you thinking about sleeping with that firefighter again?” jay laughed walking in the room with two bags of groceries, well he wasn’t wrong but you’d much rather have sex with jay. but jay had refused your sexual advances as he was scared of hurting you but you knew he wouldn’t he could be gentle during sex.

“can you blame me? when was the last time we had sex?” you smiled watching as he walked through to the kitchen, you heard him chuckle as he began putting the groceries away thankful he was finally home so you could have a shower.

“you a sex addict now babe?” he laughed, you slowly got up from the couch pausing your show as you waddled through to the kitchen blanket wrapped around you.

“no i’m sexually frustrated” you huffed grabbing a bottle of cold water from the fridge, jay turned to look at you with a disapproving face, he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything with you until you were healed and he wasn’t at risk of ripping your stitches or hurting you.

“it’s only been like 2 weeks y/n. i’m not risking hurting you. there’s no way. you just had major surgery, and we lost our baby” jay was seriously worried about your health, he didn’t like you moving too much, he was terrified every time you had a shower scared you would fall and hurt yourself. there was no way he was gonna be the one to inflict any more pain on you. you understood but you knew he wouldn’t hurt you most of the time he was a gentle giant unless you said otherwise.

you didn’t like it when he brought up the baby, you still felt as if you hadn’t fully processed it. it hurt you just to think about, you’d been having horrible dreams the type of dreams that would stay in your head all day the ones that would replay any second they could. none that you told jay about. if you woke him up during one of your dreams you’d tell him it was just dale. but half of the time that wasn’t the truth. the baby you’d lost, it felt like a piece of you was missing. a part of you died that day and you would never forget it.

the dreams you had consisted of loosing the baby, what dale did to you, and jay dying. each dream you had made you feel worse but every time you’d turn over and see jay laying next to you made you feel safe and your heart rate would return to normal.

“i’m not made of glass.” was all you said before taking a sip from your bottle, jay sighed walking over to you one of his hands going to your waist and the other to your cheek. he knew that he was just scared.

“i know you’re not. but you keep acting like what you went through wasn’t a big deal babe. it was. it scared the absolute shit out of me. those hours in that waiting room i didn’t think you would make it. i was preparing for rhodes to tell me you died on the table.” jay wasn’t wrong, you had been acting like it wasn’t a big deal, you just didn’t want to accept what happened. you couldn’t help it, it was the way you were raised.

“a part of me did die on the table.” jay looked down at you not knowing what to say, you’d barely even mentioned it to him, he felt like you hadn’t even acknowledged it had happened. but those words they hit his heart. pulling you gently into a hug which you gratefully returned. jays heart ached at the reminder of that day but he still had you and he was thankful for that.

you blamed yourself, for the loss that day. jay didn’t know it. but you did, the guilt of following that suspect and not putting the pieces together that you were pregnant sooner killed you. you couldn’t help but think it was your fault.

dr charles at med had tried his best to get you to talk to him but you didn’t know what to say. you had nothing to say. the pain hadn’t left you since you’d been admitted to the hospital. being home, being with jay did help. jays presence helped. you were relieved jay made you stay with him. you knew you’d have gone down hill if you were left alone. being alone was always a bad idea.

you’d receive so many messages from your friends and coworkers even derek apologising for everything that happened and checking in on you but it always made you feel worse. you hated it. you hated being injured, hated grieving, hated the fact you didn’t have your independence back and that jay had to help you put a shirt on cause you couldn’t raise your arm the whole way due to the pain.

“i’m so proud of you y/n” jay smiled softly pulling away from you, he looked down at you his eyes full of love and admiration as he cupped your cheeks, the bruising still prominent on your face. you hated the way you currently looked, every time you looked at yourself it reminded you of dale and your baby.

“i really am proud of you. i love you so much.” jay spoke softly you looked up at him nodding but you didn’t truly believe his words, your feelings had been a mess since you left the hospital but the one thing you did know was you needed jay.

his hand reached out to yours as he carefully lead you to his bedroom, jay was so gentle his biggest fear hurting you. as he slowly walked you to his room he carefully laid his hands on your waist as he stared up at you, jay could tell you were hurting he could tell you were struggling yet you refused to say anything to him. he wanted you to be able to talk to him. it hurt him that you didn’t feel like you could.

“let’s relax have a bath and get in bed and talk about everything okay?” you knew this conversation was bound to happen but you’d tried delaying it for as long as you could. but you understood maybe jay needed to talk about it so you nodded.

a small smile appeared on his face as he sat you on the bed before walking to the bathroom to run a bath, you sat consumed by your thoughts not entirely sure of what to say or what you could say. everything that happened had effected you, yet you were never one to talk about it all, the only person who knew everything that happened while you were with dale was kim, as you refused to tell jay.

there wasn’t any particular reason you didn’t want to tell jay, but after hearing how you being hurt triggered his ptsd and how heartbroken he was about everything you didn’t want anything else to upset him, you already knew he struggled and the thought of you triggering his ptsd killed you.

“you want to have a bath together?” jay asked, you nodded knowing you needed his help anyway so you might as well have a romantic moment with him anyway, he lead you into the bathroom helping you rid yourself from his hoodie and shorts, looking at yourself in the mirror made you feel so disgusted, the bruising and scars still prominent on your skin as jay got undressed himself.

his hands slowly, and gently going around your naked body, one of his hands covering the scar that was left from the surgery he kissed the side of you neck as you looked at him in the mirror, every time you saw him naked was a gift from god. his body was beautiful, his arms, his back, and the slight definition around his abs made you feel as if you could drool at the sight of him, his hands alone made your knees go weak.

“come on baby” jay spoke softly before carefully helping you sit down in the bath, his movements slow careful so he was sure you couldn’t slip or be hurt as he sat you down in the bath, he watched your face intently for any look of pain or discomfort as he lowered you down into a sitting position before getting in the bath himself.

sitting behind you, you sat between his legs laying against him your head laid back on his chest as his arms laid around you, the warm water on top of being in jays arms sent you into such a relaxed comfortable state. laying against his body left you feeling a sense of security one you only ever felt with him.

being in his arm’s always made you feel relaxed and safe. his hands slowly moved down your body and rested on your lower stomach, where your baby would’ve been. you sighed laying your head back on his chest looking up at the ceiling one of your hands going over his.

“can we talk about everything baby? please” jay asked his tone of voice soft as he rubbed your stomach with the pad of his thumb as he pressed a gentle kiss to your head, he wanted to know what dale had done to you, and how you were dealing with it. he wanted to know how you felt about the baby, a part of him wanted to choose a name for the baby.

“i don’t know what you want me to say jay..” you whispered your head laid back on his chest, staring at the ceiling you mentally prepared yourself for the questions jay was going to ask. one of his hands moved from your stomach your fingers intertwining.

“i want to know everything that happened while you were with dale, i want to know how you feel, and i want to talk about the baby y/n. i think we should give the baby a name.” you knew he was grieving the baby, you were too. but you noticed how jays hands always lingered on your stomach longer then needed, he knew before you did. you couldn’t figure out if he felt guilty, but there was no way. it was your fault, you should’ve known, how did you not know you were pregnant? if you hadn’t argued with voight when he tried taking you off the case you’d still have a baby on the way.

“jay you know it’s not your fault right?” you asked as he looked down at you, seeing you in pain, seeing you covered in bruises he was to prevent, he did feel guilty. he shouldn’t have left you that day. it did hurt him, it was his fault.

“y/n..” you shook your head, giving a reassuring squeeze to his hand. the fact he blamed himself hurt you. it wasn’t him. you were both in a state for blaming yourselves for what happened yet in reality no one was at fault.

“jay you saved me, without you. i wouldn’t be alive. nothing that happened was your fault i should’ve known i was” jay cut you off immediately.

“this isn’t your fault either baby. you didn’t know and that’s okay.” his words made tears come to your eyes, you couldn’t help but think it was your fault. you were thankful he couldn’t see the tear that slipped down your cheek in that moment.

“i should’ve known” jay sat up pulling you closer, into his chest and wrapped his arms around your middle as he pressed a kiss to your head, you didn’t understand why he was still with you, why he still wanted you with the grief you had put on him. you lost his child.

but jay, he wanted you. all of you, your flaws, your mistakes, your imperfections he wanted you, only you. he wanted to be there for you and love you for the rest of his life.

you both laid in the warmth of the water and each others arms for a while in silence before you both quickly washed yourselves, you wanted to get in bed now you weren’t good at talking about your emotions it never helped.

jay got out the bath first tying a towel around his waist before helping you out the bath and wrapping you up in a towel. jay remained in the bathroom to clean up a bit as you walked into the bedroom deciding you wanted to try and get ready on your own, after a little bit of pain you managed to get underwear and a pair of shorts on before trying to put one of jays soft cotton t-shirts on. putting your head through the hole in the fabric was easy getting your arms through not do much, wincing as you tried putting your arm through the hood jay walked in. noticing you wince his heart dropped rushing towards you.

“you need to be more careful y/n please” jay begged for his own sanity as he helped you finish putting his shirt on. you sighed at his words and the fact he had to help you. you hated feeling like this.

“it’s okay to need help. i want to help that’s what i’m here for baby” he offered a soft smile pressing a kiss to your lips before he got changed himself just putting on boxers and a pair of joggers. you watched him as you got in bed. the man always had to be shirtless like he was teasing you, his body drove you crazy. well everything about him did. you watched as he walked round to his side of the bed and sliding in under the covers next to you.

“about the baby.. i like the name jesse it works for a boy or a girl..” you spoke softly and jays head swiftly turned to look at you a smile showing up on his face, warmth flooded his heart as he heard the name you’d offered.

“jesse halstead it is” he smiled cupping your cheeks and pressing a gentle kiss to your soft lips which you returned smiling into the kiss. you wanted to have his kids, you did. you wanted a family with him and you’d already started it. jesse would be your first child no matter what and you’d love jesse forever you both would.

“i’d like to make your last name halstead too” jay whispered breathlessly as he broke the kiss, his words shocked you. it took you a moment to process his words before looking at him confused. you’d only been officially together a few days.

“look i know it’s quick i don’t need your answer right now, we can wait as long as you need. but one thing i’ve learnt is tomorrow isn’t promised, but i promise you that i will be here i will help you and love you forever.” you were in disbelief, he really loved you that much. you felt butterflies in your stomach ones you only ever felt with him as your heart flooded with love. the only thing that felt plausible to do in that moment was kiss him, so that’s what you did.

jay was so unbelievably in love with you, and you were him. you both had a long future ahead of you. things you would have to overcome but you knew you could do anything if you had him by your side.

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#chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead imagine #chicago fire #criminal minds #jay halstead #one chicago x reader #derek morgan

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nyxnygma · 2 years

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Can you do a mick mars fluff where maybe his wife had surgery and she wanted to support him during his show but she ends up being in too much pain that she doesn't tell her husband until he sees her crying off stage holding her stomach.

Don’t Hide || Mick Mars

[Mick Mars x Fem!Reader]

Summary: the request ^

Warnings: talk of surgery, crying, pain, stitches, talk of Mick’s back pain, panic

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A/N: I was falling asleep whilst writing this so I apologise if it’s absolute shit. I didn’t write about any specific surgery (except it’s around the stomach) because I don’t anything about surgery and I’m too tired to research it so I hope this is okay anyways♡♡

The doctors highly recommended to rest and do nothing for 3 days but you didn’t listen. Even though the surgery was only yesterday, you promised Mick that you were feeling fine and the doctors said one day of rest is all you needed.

This show was special because it’s the first one you could go to for a while since he went on tour for three months, leaving you missing him at home. You were so excited and you were not about to let that stupid surgery stop you from supporting your husband. You masked you’re pain from the band, even though when Tommy greeted you with a hug he unknowingly pressed into the scar making your cringe in pain.

Mick knew something was up the moment you showed up to the venue. “Are you sure your alright to stay here, Darling? I wouldn’t mind if you needed to go home,” he would ask every twenty minutes.

“Mick. I’m fine, I promise,” you breathe, leaning in to kiss his cheek, “now go out there and do what you do best.”

He smiled at you as he walked on stage with the rest of the band, the crowd cheering madly as they did so.

Your pain was bearable for the first half of the show, it was after the break that got you. A large wave of green excruciating pain rushed through your whole torso as you stumbled to lean on the near table. The room started to spin as the pain made you woozy. You quickly stumbled to Mick’s dressing room as subtly as you could, holding onto the walls for support. You knew you should have asked for a chair or something.

As soon as you reached the room, you fell straight onto the sofa. You reached for your purse to find some kind of pain killers. “Shit. Shit. Shit!” You muttered. You stupidly forgot the pills were in your other bag. Your eyes burnt with tears of pain and now panic, your breathing speed increased.

By the time the gig was over, you were fully curled up into the corner of the couch. Tears flooded down you cheeks and you groaned in agony. Your hand was permanently glued onto the stitches. The stabbing sensation was growing worse as the pain killers from 5 hours ago had fully worn off. You were so out of it you didn’t even notice the loud music stopping and the door swinging open.

“You weren’t at the- Jesus, darling, what happened?!” He rushed to kneel in front of you. His normal laid back face turned to worry.

“Nothing. I’m just- fuck- being silly,” you try explain.

“No. It’s your surgery isn’t it? You lied about how much rest you really needed,” the older man sighed.

“I’m sorry, Mick, I really wanted to see you tonight,” you sniffled, “but I was suppose to have atleast 3 days and I forgot my pain killers.”

Your husband stood up and and walked to his dressing table draw and produced an orange tub of pills. “I have these just in case my back felt especially bad, they should work for you,” he handed you two of the white drugs and a glass of water. He then sat down and wrapped an arm round your shoulders, “once you feel alright to walk, we’ll go.”

“Thank you,” you mumble, “I love you,”

“I love you too,” he assures, “but don’t hide from me, if you’re in pain or uncomfortable please tell me.”

“I will.” You nod. Mick then waits until your feeling a bit better before helping you to the car.

#motley crue #mötley crüe #mick Mars #mick mars x reader #motley crue fluff #motley crue x reader #mötley crüe x reader #Tommy lee #Nikki sixx

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thefreakymunson · 2 years

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Hi!! I really love your writing and was wondering if you could write something for Eddie with a S/O who takes medication daily? If they miss a dose they become lethargic or sick, so maybe he is always sure to check up on them to not miss. I hope this request isn't weird, I just think Eddie would be so soft with his S/O 🥺

A/N: Definitely not weird! I just hope it's okay because you didn't specify which illness you wanted me to mirror so I just went with general chronic illness.

“Open up,” Eddie said as you sat at the breakfast nook. You looked over at him quickly before you saw your pills in his hands. You sighed softly and looked down at his palm in front of you waiting for you to open your mouth.

“Eddie I’m not even-”

He saw the opportunity and took it, popping the pills in your mouth mid sentence. You grumbled as you took a sip of your coffee and swallowed them down.

“I was in the middle of eating,” you sighed.

“Don’t care. Brain only needs to know you took ‘em and I’m late for work.” Eddie flashed you a small smile, “I’ll see you at lunch, yeah?”

“As always,” you said, giving him a small kiss as he grabbed his thermos off the counter next to you.

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.” You said, watching as he walked out the front door with his coffee in hand.

It had been a steady routine. You woke up, fixed the two of you breakfast, and then every morning, without a shadow of a doubt, Eddie would hand you your pills. He didn’t leave the house without making sure you had swallowed them. You’d grab your bags and your pill box and leave for your college classes. And your favorite time of day is when Eddie would come eat lunch with you on campus.

Eddie had been with you the first time you got sick – when the pain started and stayed even when it became unbearable. He was with you through the entire process of getting your diagnosis. He understood just how important it was for you to take your medicine and he understood how forgetful you truly were as well.

You were sitting at your usual spot – your car parked in the shade of the college. You were perched on top of the hood when you seen Eddie pull in. You were starting to feel a little woozy, your head getting a bit foggy. Some days were just worse than others but you pushed through. You wanted to have a better life and be able to provide for him just as much as he provided for you. Chronic illness and pain be damned.

When Eddie walked up beside of you, he could immediately tell you weren’t feeling good. Your skin was pale and you looked like you felt awful.

“Bad day?” He frowned, sitting beside of you on the hood.

“Just not feeling good,” you shrugged slightly, “’M tired and cranky.”

He picked up half the sandwich you had been picking at and took a bite as he leaned back against the windshield, squinting against the bright sun.

“Did you take your medicine?” He asked softly.

“Not yet. I’ve got to eat first,” you frowned, “But I’ve got no appetite.”

“You gotta eat, babe.” Eddie frowned.

“I know,” you frowned.

His free hand reached out and rubbed your back soothingly, trying to comfort you anyway he knew how. He watched as you took a few bites of your half and then sat the sandwich back down. He hated watching you struggle to just live a normal life free from pain and agony. There were days he didn’t know what to do or how to help, moments he felt so helpless. But he never gave up because he seen the determination you had.

“You’ve got another class, yeah?” He asked, crossing his feet over the other as he stretched his lithe body out.

“Yeah.” you said as you pulled the medicine box from your bag and popped the “midday” slot open.

“Maybe it’ll go by quickly.” He said softly.

When you got home, you were surprised to see Eddie’s van in the drive way. It was rare that he got home before you and you rushed inside to make sure he was okay. If something had happened to him…

“Eddie?” You called out as you pushed the door open.

“In the bedroom!”

You walked the quick steps back to where he was at and pushed the door open. He was lighting a candle just as you stepped in. The bed was turned back with your favorite snacks laid out, your favorite shirt of his you liked to wear, and a VHS he had rented of a movie you had wanted to see for weeks now.

“You were having a bad day,” Eddie said as he walked over to you, “Wanted to spoil you a bit.”

“Eddie,” you smiled softly, wrapping your arms around him, “Thank you.”

He wrapped you in the tightest of hugs, pulling you in against him, feeling you nuzzle into him as he gently swayed the two of you back and forth.

“Get changed,” he said, smacking your ass as you walked off from him, “I’ll start the movie.”

When you were changed, you slid into the bed wearing his shirt and a small pair of shorts, sinking under the covers. He ordered a pizza that the two of you shared as you watched the movie, tucked warmly under his arm.

And like clockwork, once you were finished eating, he held the last pill up in front of your face and smiled softly, “Open up.”

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x reader #Stranger Things #Stranger Things fanfic #fluff #thefreakymunson

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Sicktember Day 20: Cramping Pain

Fandom: Ace Attorney Characters: Maya Fey, Phoenix Wright, Dick Gumshoe, Pearl Fey, Godot, Larry Butz, channeled!Mia Fey Notes: So this idea quite literally came to me in a dream last night so I am obligated to write it. Maya’s very clearly not doing so great during a long-awaited investigation reunion of sorts. She insists she’s fine, though, because it has been way too long since she’s had the opportunity to not only investigate with Nick but also see some familiar faces. Of course, it’s Sicktember, there’s no such thing as “fine!” Again, set post-SoJ for timeline purposes, no real big spoilers beyond T&T here, just that it’s been a good while since Maya and Nick got the chance for an old fashioned investigation. There are small mentions of background Magshoe, Fradrian, Miego, and past Feychols, but nothing really impactful on the story.

“... And that’s when he showed me his sword collection! One of them looked just like the one the Steel Samurai used in episode��” Maya’s retelling of last weekend’s events was once again cut off by a wince and instinctive press of both her hands on her abdomen.

“Maya, I’m starting to think you might not be feeling up to today’s investigation. You know, you can go back to the office any time and use one of the heating pads there. Athena and Trucy made sure the bathroom cabinet’s fully stocked, too…” Phoenix dug through his suit pockets to find the office key he was more than ready to hand over. Maya already had the original office key, but after an incident with Trucy attempting to pick locks while blindfolded, both the office door’s lock and key needed replacements.

“No, Nick, it’s not cramps like that! I’m on the pill, anyway.” Maya took a deep breath through clenched teeth as pain waved over her once again. “It’s kinda… worse,” she held up her right hand to stop Phoenix from interjecting, “but I can handle it! Trust me, Nick!”

“Alright.” Phoenix had no intention of arguing with Maya, especially when they both were eagerly looking forward to this investigation. “Wait, I thought you weren’t allowed to go on the pill. Kurain politics and all that.”

“I’m breaking the cycle.” Maya shrugged with as much of a grin as she could muster.

“Aw man, you were the one who broke my bicycle, pal?” The familiar voice of Detective Gumshoe joined the conversation, though he clearly lacked enough context. “I mean, it’s not that bad with my new salary, but I wish you would’ve told me!”

“Detective Gumshoe!” Maya ignored the misguided accusation and ran into a hug with the scruffy detective. He wasn’t very scruffy anymore; in fact, it was so clear he had recently shaved that Maya could smell the aftershave on him. The strong chemical smell made her nose run, but she didn’t care. She missed the big guy so much! “It’s been forever! How’ve you been? How’s Maggey? How’s–”

“Woah, woah! Calm down.” Gumshoe chuckled heartily. “Maggey and I have been doing fine. Missile’s been dealing with a bit of arthritis lately, but the vet said he’s in otherwise great shape.”

“Aw, poor old guy.” Maya’s eyes wettened in sympathy. “I hope he’s not in too much pain–!!” Speak of the devil, her own pain was making itself known again.

“Did I hug you too tight, pal?” Gumshoe stepped back to give Maya some space. He waited a few seconds to see if she would be alright, only for her to still be doubled over in pain.

“Maya!!” Phoenix couldn’t help but shout. A memory of his daughter flashed in his mind, prompting him to feel Maya’s forehead out of pure instinct. “Gumshoe! Get an ambulance! I think it might be her appendix!”

“On it, pal!”

. . .

The nurses told him that she’d be fine, so why was Phoenix’s mind still playing a loop of everything that could go wrong? Was it because he should have figured out what was going on sooner? Was it because he remembered Trucy’s medicated ramblings about Houdini’s demise prior to her own appendectomy? The latter certainly didn’t help, especially when he was sure that was a moment his family could look back on with light laughter in the future. Clearly, whatever that future was hadn’t come yet.

“Is Mystic Maya okay?” Pearl’s arrival and worried questioning brought Phoenix back to the present. “I would’ve come sooner, but Mr. Godot got pulled over…”

It made sense for Godot to come with, now that Phoenix really thought about it. His relationship with Mia essentially made Maya family in all but blood. With the Kurain Channeling Technique, Mia’s death was hardly an obstacle for that, at least once Godot was finally free from the grasp of needing to find someone, anyone to blame for what happened.

“Surgery wrapped up about a half hour ago. The last nurse I spoke to said she’s still asleep, but she should be fine.” Stating the situation aloud helped Phoenix to calm his own worries.

“So help me if anything–” Godot started, but quickly calmed himself once Phoenix’s words registered and he saw Pearl’s relieved expression. “I’m, uh, glad she’s doing alright.” He corrected his initial angry tone.

“Is it okay if Mr. Godot and I make a trip to the gift shop?” Pearl asked. “We saw some Pink Princess themed ‘Get Well’ balloons on our way here.”

“Sure,” Phoenix nodded, “I’ll, uh, be here and let you know if we can see her once you get back.”

. . .

Phoenix wasn’t sure if Maya had woken up well before the last time he checked in with the nurse or Pearls and Godot just took a really long time buying nearly every Steel Samurai and Pink Princess themed item they could afford at the hospital gift shop. Either way, the three of them were not at all the first visitors Maya received.

Larry was right there at Maya’s bedside, puzzling Phoenix because he was in such a rush that he hadn’t had an opportunity to inform anyone besides Pearls.

“Nick!” A unison greeting from the two beckoned him closer.

“Larry was reading one of his books to the kids in the hospital playroom.” Maya explained happily, but she still sounded groggy. “He was on his way out when he saw me in the window.”

“Not a lot of people have a topknot quite like Maya’s.” Larry laughed before returning his attention to the recovering patient. “Franzy and Adrian hope you get well soon, by the way, and Edgey’s boarding a flight here as we speak.”

“Please tell me you were at least aware of what was fully going on before you told anyone.” Phoenix pleaded, not wanting a repeat of the time Larry had nearly everyone convinced he had died after falling into Eagle River.

“Well, uh, not really…” Larry answered sheepishly.

“It’s okay! I’m okay with my condition being shrouded in mystery.” Maya smiled. “You need to lighten up, Nick.”

That was easy to say when Maya wasn’t the one internally panicking in the waiting room over what sounded like a matter of life and death.

“That reminds me, Pearls and Godot are here, too.” Phoenix gestured to the open door, not sure what was taking the two so long until the pair walking in did not include Pearl. Well, technically, Pearl was there, but…

“Sis!” Maya recognized Mia right away.

“Mia?” Phoenix pulled his channeled mentor aside. “What about Pearls?”

“She figured Maya would want to see me first.” Mia handed over a Get Well card filled to the brim with Pearl’s handwriting. “She did a great job of filling me in, too. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” She wiggled her arm free from Phoenix’s loose grasp and went back over to Maya’s bedside, which Larry happily stepped aside from to give Mia priority.

Godot stood next to Phoenix, giving him a look encouraging him to let the sisters have their moment. Even if Phoenix was a little intimidated by the close proximity, it was clear Godot had no hostile intentions toward him, which still felt almost foreign, if Phoenix was being honest.

“I’m gonna look so badass with this scar!” Maya beamed. It was almost like Mia’s presence alone boosted her energy significantly. “You know, when Penny and I were going out, I think she had a scar like this, too. I’m gonna text her a pic once I can get out of bed without feeling like I’m about to keel over.”

“Sounds like you still need a lot of rest.” Mia observed. “Do you want to go back to sleep?”

“Noooooo!” Maya protested. “I was gonna watch the Samurai Series DVDs that Nick borrowed, that is, if he felt bad enough for me to finally return them.” Though she still wanted those DVDs back, her teasing was lighthearted.

“I returned them!” Phoenix interrupted to object.

“Not all of them!” Maya turned back to Mia and lowered her voice. “He’s been holding on to the Sniffling Samurai box set for way too long.”

“Oh, has he?” Mia raised a brow. “A curious choice for someone you’ve told me swears up and down that the Samurai Series stopped being good after the Rainbow Samurai.” She shot Phoenix a devilish grin.

“Alright, I’m going straight home to return them and grab the portable DVD player, too.” Phoenix threw his hands up. “Do you want anything else?”

“Maybe some lunch?” Maya suggested innocently, almost too innocently. “The usual, please!” There it was, turning the suggestion into a demand.

Phoenix sighed and left, with Godot and Larry following him just after a wave and some goodbyes in order to give the sisters their time alone.

“So, what else have you been up to, Maya?” Mia continued the conversation once the crowd left. “I’ve heard you caused a stir with some of the older folks back home.”

“Oh, like you wouldn’t believe!” Maya started. “See, it started a couple years ago when I decided…”

The sisters went on to discuss all kinds of matters, filling each other in on various events. Maya spoke mostly about her efforts in making the village a better place, using her power as master whenever anyone tried preventing her hometown from trying anything new. Mia had some updates on the sights she was able to see while channeled by various trainees around the country; being a sort of celebrity within the Fey clan had its perks like that.

When Phoenix returned with the lunch, returned DVDs, and portable DVD player, he simply quietly set the bags near the bed before heading out to let Mia and Maya keep chatting.

What a lucky woman Maya was, to have a sister who refused to let even death itself prevent her from checking in on her when she was in the hospital.

Not many people could say they had a sister like that, could they?

#snez attorney #my writing #my fics #sicktember #sicktember 2023

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GX Month- Help Me

Working together to try and save Blair's life, Jesse is left to try and figure out the list of medications while Jaden duels nearby.

For @gxmonth

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41403294/chapters/104674725

Warnings for this one is medical drug use on an unconcious person, zombies (? Duel ghouls anyway), and needles (in the medical sense)

Grasping hands tore at his shirt, a quick jerk pulling Jesse out of the duel ghoul’s grips, freeing him to rush with Blair to safety, his back aching with the weight, and the bruises already forming where the debris had landed on him. Blair felt so small in his arms, and so warm too. Unnaturally, deathly warm, every breath laboured, her face flushed and screwed up in pain. It didn��t take a doctor to tell her prognosis.

“Blair’s not doing too good, Jay,” Jesse called out, as he tried to carry her to the safest spot in the room, behind Jaden, as far from the battlefield as he could manage, and away from any cracks in the wall, setting her down on the floor gently. She barely even stirred, too deep in her fever. Jesse reached for the first aid box, opening it as quickly as he could fumble, the sounds of the duel behind him desperately trying to distract him.

The box was stuffed full of first aid tools: bandages, disinfectants, pins to secure the bandages. And medicines, all different shaped containers, all with different, incredibly long names that Jesse wasn’t even sure he could read, never mind pronounce. He picked up the first one, with ‘Fenoflox’ written across the bottle, and tried to scan over the writing written upon it.

But none of the words seemed to make any sense, and trying to read back over them slowly only revealed them to be only sparingly words he even recognised, the rest containing more medical jargon than he knew what to do with. He put the bottle back in the kit, searching instead for the list of things Miss Fontaine had asked for, trying to cross check what was written on the list to what was in the box, hoping that would give him more help, pulling out the bandaging equipment and the drugs written on the paper.

Or at least, what he hoped was written on the paper; being carried by sweaty hands through a desert and crumpled in pockets, covered in sand and mistakenly believed to be finished with, the writing on the paper had lost some legibility. And even the boxes of medications weren’t clear; each box had two or three long words that could have been the name of the drug, and Jesse found himself having to swallow down a rising panic that they’d grabbed the wrong stuff, and that he was about to give Blair the wrong things too.

But eventually he found them all, setting them out, opening the first box and scanning the sheet inside for instructions. “For topical use only,” Jesse read quietly to himself, so, he applied that to the wound, right? But it didn’t even say how much he put on, with no indication if he used more because the wound was so bad and large, or less because Blair was so small… The groaning and chanting of the duel ghouls were so distracting too, drowning out each word he was trying to read. He looked further down on the sheet: “not for use in pregnant peoples”. Well, he certainly hoped that wasn’t an issue here…

He popped open the next box, filled with pills, scanning over the back of the box for instructions. How did he give pills to an unconscious person anyway? Ruby faded into existence beside him, cocking her head at the mess he’d made on the floor. “Hey Ruby, help me here,” Jesse joked under his breath. “Do you know anything about healing people? Cos I sure don’t.”

Ruby mewled some words of encouragement as he put the pills down, deciding they were probably to be used after Blair woke up. The next drug was a thick, goopy suspension, to be eaten with food, and that got set aside as well. He heard Jaden yelling, turning back to the duel with horror. Jaden was hurt, he needed to help Blair and fast. He needed something to reassure Jaden…

“I’m giving Blair the medicine now, Jaden,” Jesse called out, picking up the ointment, unscrewing the lid and flinching at the smell that wafted out of it. Urk, well, at least he would eat less tonight…

He scooped out the gel, hesitating for a moment, before rubbing it over the wound, trying to get it as rubbed in as possible before scooping some more out, going until he felt certain that it was about as much as he could use without burning Blair’s skin off. He closed the bottle, wiping his fingers on his trousers, and opened the last box, noticing with instant fear that it was not an ointment, a pill, or a suspension.

It was an injection bottle, complete with needle and syringe within it.

“I can’t give her this,” Jesse muttered with horror, hearing Ruby’s shared anxious chatter. He pulled out the data sheet, hoping that by some small miracle that was just how the drug was pulled up and not how it was administered, but no. He couldn’t even figure out what the drug was saying on how to administer, the groaning of the ghouls, the crashing of the room falling apart, the battle going on mere feet from him all distracting him, making each word a trawl to read through. He tried to read it again, stopping at the word ‘intra-muscular’. Muscle, inject into muscle? He read it again, it didn’t say not to give intra-muscularly… and he supposed if he could inject anything, it would be that one. He’d at least learned how to give an EpiPen during the North Academy first aid lessons…

And at least the datasheet gave clear instructions, allowing him to draw up what he thought was the correct amount, loosening the blanket around her to allow him to get at her. The awkward part was getting to her leg muscles… but at least she wore shorts…

“Blair’s going to be alright,” Jesse called out, wrapping her back up again. God, he hoped he hadn’t just done more damage than he had helped. If only Miss Fontaine hadn’t gone zombie on them, they really needed her… He put the drugs back in the first aid box, pulling out the bandages instead. At least he knew this for certain. At least he could do this right…

#gxmonth2022 #yugioh gx #jesse andersen #tw medication

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Ok very tmi period discussion

My period has been going on for 3 weeks now. My last one was around 2 months long.

The cramps were worse than usual today. I found work really really hard because of it. I found school difficult the other day because of it. I walked out of my study lesson, and sat in the nurses office with a heat pad for a bit because of how much pain I was in.

My period symptoms are not good. When I was 15, I used to get this weird nausea thing the two weeks leading up to my period. I’d wake up, and feel super grotty, and I felt like I was going to throw up. (I mainly coughed up flem, and once or twice bile?) I started self medicating with glucose tablets, so I’d take one in the evening when I went to bed, and one in the morning, first thing, the minute I woke up, to help with the nausea. My cramps were insane, I’d get nausea randomly so I’d struggle to eat in school. My breasts hurt like hell, and I’d have insane mood swings.

So at 15 they put me onto rigevidon. I took that for about a year. Some of the symptoms were still there. I mean the nausea was gone so?? My mum was worried because I’d basically break down crying a lot. My periods weren’t regular anyways so my pills got changed to Gedarel 120 (I think that’s the name?) for a couple months. But those didn’t do anything, I remember the mood swings feeling worse and crying a lot more?

So in February I got nexplanon. And it all went away. I didn’t even get my period. Until the 2nd of august, when I got my period again. After a month and 1/2 of straight bleeding I went to the doctors and the nurse asked about my symptoms. She gave me a pack of rigevidon, and told me to take it consecutively (no breaks like the regular) for 3 months, and that after that, if the bleeding didn’t stop we’d look at other options. It was that or an IUD, something that’s stressful to think about most of the time, let alone whilst you’re in your final year of high school, and you’re terrified that you might be broken in some way because of all this mess.

The period stopped sometime after I started taking them, I think a couple days after? Like late September early October time. So like the nurse said I kept taking the pack.

I thought finally, I would be done with this all. Then mid November, the first week of my first ever job, I got my period again. Now I should clarify: I’m not expecting nexplanon or any birth control to get rid of my periods full stop, so I didn’t think much of it at first.

But once again, it just kept going, after about 10 days I knew it was another bad one. It’s now been around 3 weeks of this. I’m planning on contacting my doctor again tomorrow.

The last time I saw the nurse, she said to look up PMDD since a lot of the symptoms lined up. And they do, like insanely well.

I’m unbelievably scared. I can’t go off birth-control because the original symptoms wrecked my fucking life to the point I was missing school regularly (something very difficult to do as the daughter of a teacher). But what if, despite being on this, they come back. What if my fertility is effected by this.

I don’t want to get rid of my periods. I just want to be able to manage them. I’m going through hell for literal MONTHS when I get them. My entire emotional state turns into shambles. I can’t keep doing this but I don’t know what another doctors visit is going to do at this point.

I’m 17 years old and I have another what? 30-40 years of this shit??

I can’t keep fucking doing it

#gwendols rambles #period #menstruation #someone please tell me what to do?#i feel hopeless and scared #and like something is seriously wrong #PMDD #and I’m fucking lucky #my doctors actually listen #my friend has all the same symptoms as me #arguably worse #and they get Jack shit support #wtaf #and then some cis dude will make a joke at the expense of his partner saying how his wife is only emotional because it’s #“it’s that time of the month” like we’re fucking werewolves???#like no fucking shit of course anyone who menstruates is emotional? do you see what we’re dealing with??#we’ve got to pay for this shit might I add #I’m lucky I live in England because my healthcare is free #it’s absolutely ridiculous that people have to pay for this shit in other countries #feminism

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winter-soldier-vibes · 3 years

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Where’s my white flag? (Bucky x reader)

Bucky x reader

Word count 2620

Warnings: Suicidal ideation, depression, worthlessness

Summary: Reader is on the roof experiencing suicidal ideation and Bucky talks her down from it.

A/N: Please, PLEASE, if you think this will do more harm than good, skip this one. I don’t want to harm anyone in their journey, but writing comfort helps me feel as if I am getting it. I hope that you can feel some too, because people do care. If you feel similar ways to this fic, please reach out, you're not alone. As always, my messages are open too. <3

Taglist: @buckys2thicc @abitgryffindorky @thatfangirl42

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It was a gorgeous night, really. It was a warm summer night, a light breeze blowing your hair. The sky was clear, stars scattered across it. The moon was bright, and the streets weren’t too loud for New York. The buildings lit up the streets, and even in the busy city setting, it wasn’t as harsh as it could be sometimes. It really was beautiful.

Especially looking over it from the roof of Stark Tower.

You knew you weren’t doing yourself a favor, sitting with your legs over the edge gazing out at the streets below. You knew it wasn’t the best choice for your mentality. Not that you cared much anyway.

See, life had been less than kind to you recently. You loved your family, the Avengers, and being on the team. But one day, doubts and stress had crept in. you don’t know why or when exactly it happened but soon the bad days became bad weeks. It wasn’t long before a good day came as a surprise, and lately you had stopped hoping that they would come. You were used to this numb depression. That didn’t mean you enjoyed it.

But you never thought you’d ever be able to get out of it.

You knew the team loved you, you knew you were good at what you did. But even so, every night you somehow found yourself doubting your worth and questioning your abilities. You had been able to hide behind fake smiles for some time, but soon it became easier to hide in your room. No one to hide from, no reason to hide.

You felt like you were living on borrowed time. You didn’t know when living became a chore and not just...living. Most people will find work boring or basic chores undesirable. But for you the basics of living as a human had become too much for you. Exhausted from the slightest interactions or basic human needs.

Your emotions would slide from one extreme to the other or disappear entirely. Feeling too much or nothing at all. It’s one thing to be trapped in a place physically. It’s another when your body is the cage and somewhere you had lost the key.

Which is why you found yourself out here on the roof. Again. You’d been coming up here more and more recently, driven to desperation. You never knew if you would ever go through with it. If there would ever be a time you would actually jump, or if every time would be chalked up to getting fresh air. You put a lot of thought into it and this was the best way you could think of to end your pain. Yet even though you wanted to die, you never quite felt like you could ever do it.

Not necessarily that you wanted to die - more so you just didn’t want to live the life you had been given. It was too painful. And you were tired of fighting for something that had proved to you that it wasn’t going to work out.

You had people, a family. No matter how much you doubted your worth, you know it would have an impact on them. Tony would overwork himself in the lab. Natasha would shut down emotionally. Steve and Bucky would blame themselves even though it had nothing to do with them. They were the reason you had been able to stay for so long.

But they wouldn’t think that. They would only see that you were gone and blame themselves for not noticing. Even though they had been - checking in on you or having you sit out missions out of worry of the risks you took. They cared about you, and you didn’t want to hurt them.

But lately, the pain of everything building up had begun to outweigh the worry of the impact you would have on them.

It was better this way

They’d be better off

You wouldn’t be in pain anymore.

Just lean forward, close your eyes and -

“Y/n?” you heard a familiar voice behind you.

You let out a small breath before opening your eyes. You knew who it was. Without turning around you replied with a small “Hey Bucky.”

You looked up from the ground, still not looking at him. “Beautiful night isn’t it?”

Bucky started walking towards you nervously. He had noticed how withdrawn you had been but he never imagined….swallowing, he asked “What are you doing out here?”

You merely shrugged, still not meeting his eyes. You still weren’t sure how tonight would end. “Just clearing my head I guess.” you replied with. You spoke as if you were sitting on the kitchen counter with your legs dangling over. As if you weren’t over 1,000 feet above the city streets below.

Swallowing nervously again at seeing your feet dangling over the edge, he cleared his throat. “Can I sit with you?”

You nodded, still unable to look at him as he sat down next to you. You knew the emotion would be overwhelming if you did. He felt his heart rate pick up looking over the edge, knowing that a wrong move from either of you would certainly be lethal. “Do you want to go inside and talk?”

You were silent.

“Why don’t we move back a little bit, it’s pretty dangerous to be this close to the edge.”

“I know,” you said, finally meeting his eyes. “That’s kind of the point,” you said almost emotionlessly. Bucky looked back at you, eyebrows creased in concern. You held the edge of the roof in your hands tightly, knuckles turning white. You looked back down at the streets below. “You ever think about dying?” you asked suddenly, emotion starting to grow inside you as you felt tears prick your eyes from being so vulnerable. No going back now.

“Y/n, why don’t we go inside, we -”

“I know I wouldn’t want to drown” you looked at him and shook your head. “Slow and painful. Not for me. I’ve thought about pills but it isn’t always effective and I could just end up getting really sick, and depending on the medication it could be painful.” you laughed bitterly as tears filled your eyes, looking back out at the skyline. “Some people think you take meds and fall asleep but it’s not always like that. I know if I died I would want it to be quick. A gunshot, snapping my neck…” you paused for a moment, letting the tears spill over. “...Falling off a building.”.

Bucky could feel his heart pounding in his chest at your words, breaking at how casually you talked about this and how much thought you had given it. “Do you think about it a lot?” he asked, voice wavering from anxiety.

You swallowed dryly as you felt Bucky’s eyes on you. “A gunshot is the easiest. It’s messy, but it’s certain. But if I did that then one of you would be the first to find me, and no one would ever want to go in the training room again. It’s nearly impossible to snap your own neck. But if I jump…” you tilted your head back and forth a little. “The public finds me first. You wouldn’t be the first to see me.”

You took a deep breath and brought your eyes back to his. “I think about it every goddamn day.”

Bucky took a deep breath. You started to stand up and Bucky did too, nervous at what you were going to do. He reached out his hand to try to grab you but you swatted it away, walking away from the edge slightly and turning your back to him.

“Y/n, talk to me, let me try to help you.” he said. “Please,” he added, desperation threading his voice.

You turned around, arms crossed. “You can’t help me, no one can help me.” you shook your head. “Every day I wake up and it’s the same shit. It's the same tiring life and routine, over and over. It’s the same feeling 24/7. There’s no escape from it, there’s no break.” you started getting more passionate and put your arms out. “Even if I could get a break I’d come back to the same shit at some point. There’s no escaping my life and my feelings, I can’t turn off my mind.” your voice was rising through tears of frustration. “I don’t want this life anymore, okay? I want to die but I can’t do it. No matter how much I want to, I CAN’T! Where’s my fucking white flag?!” you shook your head again. “When do I get to tap out? I can’t do this anymore!” you shouted. “I’m tired of fighting for a life that I will NEVER have!”

Bucky looked at you sadly, knowing all too well the feeling of craving an escape. He walked closer to you, you trying to walk away. He grabbed your hand and you wrestled out of it. He came closer and grabbed you by your shoulders more firmly trying to bring you into a hug. “Get the fuck off.” you said, trying to get away, punching his chest. It didn’t affect him, and he just kept trying to hold you still despite your wrestling figure. Eventually your anger melted into agony, as you let out sobs against his chest, giving into the embrace.

“Please, just let me die…”

“It’s not your time yet,” he whispered.

You began crying harder and he held you protectively, whispering “I got you. It’s okay.”

He kept repeating that and hushing you, keeping his arms tightly around you, supporting you. “I don’t want to do this anymore…” you sobbed into his chest.

“I know,” he said, his voice cracking. He cradled your head against his chest. “I know.”

After standing there for a few more moments, he said “Let’s get you inside. It's going to be okay.”

And with that, he moved to pick you up, doing so with ease. You hid your face against his chest, trying to contain your cries. You were embarrassed to be so emotional. Luckily for you, your room was close to the elevator and seeing as it was early morning now, no one was roaming the halls.

He brought you into your room and sat down on the bed, still holding you in his lap. You were still crying, both from the situation and out of shame for being so vulnerable. He still held you tightly, whispering comforting words to you and breathing steadily. Eventually you were able to find your own rhythm, still crying softly. It wasn’t until now that you realized how badly you were shaking.

After a few minutes of silence, Bucky began to speak. “I just want you to listen, okay?” when you nodded he continued. “I know that you might not believe me but I felt the same way once. Remembering everything I did as the Winter Soldier and the nightmares, they just...wouldn’t stop. Remembering was the worst part. Knowing what I did, even if I didn’t have control, made day and night hell. I couldn’t make it stop.” Your eyes filled with tears, knowing how much he blamed himself.

“I couldn’t control the memories and the nightmares. I couldn’t avoid my metal arm. It was a constant reminder of everything they made me do. And I didn’t want to feel the guilt that I did. But death wasn’t the answer.” he guided your face to look at his. “Death is never the answer. The memories stay, but the guilt fades.”

“You are such a good person.” when you scoffed he added “I know these feelings and thoughts tell you you’re not but you are. I know it may seem like it will never end, but it can get easier. You don’t have to be okay, you don’t have to be strong for us. But taking away your chance at every future good experience by permanently preventing the bad ones isn’t worth it.”

Your eyes filled with fresh tears. “Sometimes it feels like it’s all about pros and cons. Like no good experience could outweigh the pain of all of this.” you let the tears fall and shook your head. “Life isn’t supposed to hurt.”

He hugged you tightly. “No one asks for pain, no one asks for this. It’s not your fault that you feel this way and it’s okay. But it can get better, I promise.”

You cried into his chest. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“There’s no right thing to do. You don’t have to do this alone. I’m here for you, and I know the whole team would be too if you needed them to be. You’re not weak, you’re not stupid. You’re going to get through this, because you are strong.”

“I just…” you started, shaking your head a little. “This was never supposed to happen. I don’t know why I can’t control it anymore. It’s been bad for a while but I was always able to function and push down this type of thing. I don’t know what happened. I don’t know where I went wrong.”

Bucky shook his head. “It’s not your fault. You can’t control it. These things happen, there doesn’t always have to be a reason. Emotions are what they are and our own minds can be our worst enemy. We know the best way to hurt ourselves, we know what our weaknesses are. Sometimes our minds take advantage of that.”

You moved to look at him. “How did you make it stop? You said it got easier, how did you do it? How do you turn it off?”

“It’s not quite that simple. I know deep down that I wasn’t in control. It was what HYDRA had created that killed those people, not the human I was before. And I tried to remind myself that I still had the person I was before HYDRA in me, somewhere. And slowly I tried to find who I used to be to help create who I could be. I don’t know if that makes sense -”

“It does,” you said as you leaned into his chest again. you squeezed your eyes shut. “Thank you.”

“Anytime. I’m always here to help you okay?” you nodded. “Why don’t you try to get some sleep, and we can talk in the morning, okay?” you nodded again, and Bucky gave you another hug before standing up. You lied down, you being too tired to care about changing out of your day clothes. They were comfortable enough.

Bucky, not wanting to leave you alone, went to go sit in a chair. He didn’t want to cross any boundaries. Before he could sit down though, you sat up and turned to him.

“Can you lay with me please?” Bucky nodded. “Yeah, of course.” He took off his shoes and climbed into the other side of the bed, giving you some space. You moved to be flush against his chest, his heartbeat soothing to you. “Thank you,” you said softly

“No need to thank me.” He said softly, wrapping his arms around you, making you feel protected. “I should be thanking you.” He added

“For what?” You asked, confused.

“For not giving up.”

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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years

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hello!! May i request tsuchigomori, akane and teru with a s/o whos an exorcist which uses their blood to use their abilities to the fullest??

Thamk you in advance !!

tsuchigomori x gn!reader, akane aoi x gn!reader, teru minamoto x gn!reader

a/n: of course!! I doubt this is what you had in mind, but the first thing i thought of when reading this is Beyond the Boundary (in particular, the character Mirai)! Which is a series I hold very near and dear to my heart <33 that being said, I’m writing this as if the reader is that similar to Mirai <33 if it’s not what you had in mind, it’s a funny little coincidence, and I hope you like it!! Anyway, thank you so much for requesting!!!

warnings: blood/anemia mention

word count: Collectively, 1,404

Tsuchigomori <3

He’s impressed- though he only shows it mildly. He’s never had much worry about being exorcised, so when he finds out that you’re 1) and exorcist and 2) use your blood to do your job, he simply raises his eyebrows a bit, muttering an “oh really?”

I feel like he takes relationships really seriously, and is probably friends with you for a while before considering himself ready for a relationship. Whether it’s before or after establishing a relationship, he makes sure that he trusts you very dearly before letting you know he’s a supernatural.

He definitely trusts you not to exorcise him- in fact, he’ll joke about how your ‘little abilities’ are amateurish, but at least they’re cute. He’ll back that up by saying “hey, if I had to fight, at least it wouldn’t make me anemic.”

However, despite joking about anemia, he genuinely does find himself worrying for your health. If you’ve been working hard and show up looking sickly, he’s sitting you down and scolding you as he goes to figure out how exactly he should help an anemic person.

Tsuchigomori makes sure that you eat iron-rich foods often. Buys you cereals, dried fruits, etc. He also buys you iron pills- while he’s not exactly supportive of exorcising just any supernatural, as long as you’re limiting it to those that cause harm, he puts your health first. Heck, even if you exorcised a few harmless ones, he’d probably want to make sure you’re in your best condition.

The best part, is how casually he cares for you- he genuinely will be ushering you to go to bed earlier so that you can heal up a bit with the same face he gives you when he tells you he’s off to work.

Should you tease him for worrying so much, he simply stands up and leaves. He’s just messing with you of course, but as long as you don’t stop him, he will genuinely go into a different room. Just call for him, and he’ll be turning around, a hand on his hip as he tells you it’s his job to care for you.

“I’ve had to doctor you more than I have my students, (Y/N). Honestly, please learn your limits before I start making an actual doctor see you. Hey- stop spacing out. I promise you, if you pass out I’ll leave you on the floor.”

“You’re so meannnn,”

“Am I now? That’s too bad.”

Akane Aoi <3

Seeing as he’s on the student council with Prince Know-It-All, he probably knew you were an exorcist before entering a relationship with you. It doesn’t bother him though- it’s not like he’s fully supernatural anyway. Plus, supernaturals can really be pains- he dislikes them, and won’t hesitate to let you know that once the two of you have established that you’re both “not normal” in a seeing-supernaturals sort of way.

You and Akane are probably friends for a while before dating, but he doesn’t outright tell you he’s part supernatural until he’s comfortable establishing a relationship. He probably planned to make it a part of a confession, but you actually found out by complete accident- spotting him in his supernatural form as you were busy trying to find a particularly annoying supernatural.

“Hey, Akane, have you seen a- wait- Akane???”

“(Y/N)???”

Both of you were fairly concerned. You were seeing your friend and crush looking very different (to say the least. To say the most, he was looking fabulous as heck, and, quite frankly, hot.) And Akane was seeing his friend and crush wielding some sort of… bloody weapon? You rushed to exorcise the pest, but, the moment the creature was gone, you caught up with Akane. While you weren’t sure what to expect from him, you weren’t too surprised when the boy ran up to you as well. Plenty of questions were asked, but it was cleared up before too terribly long!

What you weren’t expecting, was for Akane to ask you out not long after that, but that’s a completely different story-

The only thing that bothers him about your abilities is that you were using your blood to assist in exorcisms. He definitely worries like crazy whenever he knows you’re out getting rid of harmful supernaturals. Heck, he even offers to assist you multiple times, sometimes not accepting no as an answer. The thought of his precious s/o out there not only fighting monsters, but risking anemia while doing to was too much for his heart to handle.

He can’t help but feel a bit uneasy when he sees your blood. Akane really, really doesn’t want you to get hurt. The moment he notices you getting pale or dizzy, he’s taking over completely, making you stand back. The moment it’s taken care of, he’s carrying you to a safer place and making sure that you’re going to be alright.

He realizes that his protectiveness is probably a bit overbearing, seeing as he’s sure you’re somewhat aware of how to take care of yourself, but he genuinely can’t help his concern. Akane cares about you so dearly- he couldn’t live with himself if, for some reason, a supernatural managed to slip you up. If you tried to push yourself just a little bit further, what would happen? Nope, no way. Not risking it. Sorry, (Y/N), you’ve got yourself a fairly protective one-

Teru Minamoto <3

Teru, my man- he probably managed to already know that you’re an exorcist. I’m not entirely sure how, but he just… gives off those know-it-all vibes, you know? Teru somehow knows everything about everyone, and that’s simply how it is. One thing he didn’t know though, was how you exorcised supernaturals, but we’re going to get there eventually.

Teru was, honestly, a bit relieved to know another exorcist. Seeing supernaturals was overwhelming at times, so having someone that understood how he felt was rather nice. Therefore, Teru gladly welcomed you, and soon began to consider you a friend.

He still finds himself laughing over the way the two of you realized the other was an exorcist as well- you were still fairly new to the school, having only been there for around a month, and were walking through the halls with Teru. You had glanced over at just the right time- getting a glance into the girls’ bathroom as a few girls were exiting. You felt your face drop, a tinge of both annoyance and disbelief filling you.

“Are you alright, (Y/N)?”

“Fine, other than no one told me that even the bathroom would have a- wait- nevermind, it’s nothing, there’s just something up with the girls’ bathroom.”

“Oh, the supernatural in there? He’s a pain, but we can’t exorcise him. I told my brother I wouldn’t.”

“Ah… wait-”

As it clicked for you, Teru had begun to laugh, and continued to laugh as you asked him multiple questions. After he caught his breath a bit, he explained that he was aware that you were an exorcist, and that he was as well- in fact, he and his brother came from a long line of exorcists. You found yourself growing a bit more comfortable around Teru after that, now aware that you weren’t alone in such a strange world. In fact, you’re somewhat sure that the entire encounter is one of the reasons you fell so hard for Teru-

Once Teru showed you how he got rid of supernaturals, you showed him how you did as well. He was honestly impressed, telling you how he hadn’t seen anyone do it that way before. Teru will ask you plenty of questions, including whether or not it puts you at risk for anemia. After realizing that it does, Teru will definitely worry a bit, but he does his best to trust you.

Especially after the two of you start dating, Teru finds himself wanting to assist you when you work. He’ll say that it’s because you’re his darling s/o and he simply cares about you, but it’s a bit more than that- Teru doesn’t want to even risk the chances that you get hurt by a supernatural or your abilities.

Very prepared as well! He can’t cook, but he does make sure that Kou makes iron-rich foods whenever you eat at their home. He also carried around iron supplements, and will not hesitate to carry you away from a supernatural if he feels like you’re pushing yourself too far.

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favoniuscodex · 3 years

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soft deception. [diluc x reader]

pairing: diluc x f!reader prompt: you love your boyfriend, you really do. he’s just so, so trusting in you that you can’t help but to trick him every now and then. (alternatively: you give diluc the world’s ugliest onesie as a christmas present and now that it’s all over, you want to go back in time and punch yourself in the face for unleashing this curse within your household.) word count: ~2.5k warnings/genres: humor, fluff, sfw but like... adult jokes at some points a/n: purely self indulgent, nobody requested this, tried out a bit of a different writing style. i wrote this to try to cheer myself up, so hopefully it makes you all happy! no beta reader though (but i never have one anyways)

You had a tendency to think of yourself as the funniest person in Teyvat at times.

Especially when you had Mondstadt’s most gullible eligible bachelor wrapped around your finger, desiring to cater to your every whim. Sure, the two of you were like two young teenagers in love despite being much older, to the point where it was a mental workout to restrain yourself from leaving purple and blue marks all along his neck, desiring to hear praises stutter on his lips as you show the man the love he has lacked over the years. It didn’t help that he also had those cherry-colored eyes that pierced into you, the only eyes to ever truly see you for you. In your humble opinion, the best part about Diluc Ragnvindr is neither his wisdom nor his love, but his ass.

Unsure if Barbatos is actually able to listen into your thoughts or not due to Venti’s uncanny capability to make jokes about thoughts you know you have never uttered aloud whenever Diluc turns his back to the two of you at the bar, you quickly rectify your thoughts and mumble an apology to the potentially omniscient alcoholic bard.

The best part about Diluc Ragnvindr lies within his ass... umptions. His assumptions, specifically about the inherent truthfulness he believed to be in your statements. Your boyfriend, as much as you loved him, is an extremely gullible man. Such a fact is even written on the ceilings of every room, but it never hurts to double-check. If you are Teyvat’s jester, then Diluc is Teyvat’s fool, but he is a fool in love.

The calculated, reserved man only lets himself be duped by you. No matter how many times you trick him, he’ll listen to your exaggerated claims and boisterous words with widened eyes, immediately trusting your words as he trusts you wholeheartedly.

You thrive in such an environment, manipulating Diluc to your liking. Not in a bad way of course, as the thought of hurting even a single hair on his head makes your stomach churn and nausea arise. Rather, you find amusement in tricking him with subtle sleights of the hand and little white lies, before revealing your cards at the end of every show and reveling in his flustered nature. You long not to hurt Diluc, but you relish in the way his milky skin turns to a rosy pink upon realizing your deception.

In simpler terms, you love to prank your red-haired, stoic boyfriend in order to see the shy smile and bashful eyes that accompany his revelations of your actions.

Being the funniest, sexiest woman in Teyvat with the most attractive, most trusting boyfriend in all of Mondstadt leads to raucous laughter on your behalf and flushed cheeks on your boyfriend’s behalf during many nights within your shared home. With Diluc’s confidence in you, you are unstoppable.

Such arrogance had a tendency to bite you in the ass.

Especially now. Right now. You’ve never regretted duping Diluc more than you do at this moment. For Christmas, you had given him two presents, his actual present and one designed to be a joke. Diluc, bless his heart, had not interpreted such a present to be no more than a simple gag and had politely smiled at you as he held the gift up, inspecting it with poorly disguised distaste in his eyes. The gift in question was a pajama onesie you had found within the clearance section of some decaying Mondstadt boutique, but these weren’t just any pajamas. It was the ugliest piece of clothing you had ever seen.

The offending onesie glints in the light of the fireplace that illuminates Diluc’s face and your poor excuse at a poker face as he analyzes his gift. It is decorated with a variety of misshapen owls, feathers formed by multicolored, poorly sewn sequins. Each owl has two octagonal, almost glowing, gaudy amber-colored rhinestones for eyes, yet each rhinestone is a slightly different shade from the others, as if they had been left out in the sun, forgotten about. A santa hat is perched on the heads of each owl and a candy cane is loosely held in at least one wing of each owl. The onesie even has built-in feet, with owl-shaped grips on the bottom that barely cling on for life in a failed attempt to provide the user traction. Diluc quickly attaches to such a concept and tries to use it as an out.

“It’s… lovely,” He finally manages, doing his best to keep his voice even as he smiles at you. You can see the pain in his eyes. “But I do not believe the feet will fit me.”

You widen your eyes in sadness and bat your eyelashes at him innocently, as if such a sentiment truly wounded you. “Can you hire a tailor to fix them? I spent a lot of time picking out this gift and I think it’s perfect.”

Diluc’s smile breaks and horror creeps into his eyes upon realizing there’s no way out of the predicament he’s currently in. As he breaks his intense ogling of the onesie to look at you, his faux smile is plastered once again on his face. It doesn’t reach his eyes and it wavers, but you simply give him a cheery grin in response.

“Of course, dear,” Diluc responds, albeit a bit despondently. Your heart twists a bit and- no, no. Guilt is not allowed in the heart of a true comedian. “Anything for you.” His eyes are empty as his smile slowly drops into a thin line. Your expression of glee is a sharp contrast.

“Yay!” You giggle and clap your hands together once as you pop up from your seated position. Diluc’s woeful expression alleviates upon seeing your seemingly genuine reaction and he manages a small smile once more, this one a bit more genuine. “C’mon! Let’s try it on!”

After wearing it the rest of Christmas night, Diluc not only wears it past the reasonable date to keep wearing Christmas merchandise after Christmas is over, but he wears it multiple times per week. You know he’s only doing it to see your fit of giggles every time he does so and that Diluc wants nothing more than to see you happy, but you’re beginning to hate yourself for such a gift.

The inklings of self-hatred explode into full self-loathing when Diluc reveals he found an identical onesie while shopping and that he purchased it in order to be able to wear around the house more often. You have to hold yourself back from narrowing your eyes at him as he holds up the offending, nearly identical onesie, albeit in a different color. Unlike you, Diluc isn’t a bully. There’s absolutely no way he’s joking right now. Maybe. You aren’t sure.

The end of January rolls around and you’re ready to wrestle Diluc for his Pyro vision and burn these damn onesies yourself. Every time Diluc joins you in bed, ready to clock in for the night, he’s wearing the archonsforsaken Christmas outfit despite Valentine’s Day rapidly approaching. If you wear a cute outfit and lie on the bed, hoping for Diluc’s attention? You’ll certainly get it, but there’s more than just his eyes watching you. There are the artificial eyes of the owls watching the two of you, their beady little rhinestones judging you for your premarital sins. Whenever you reach out to stroke his arm or thigh reassuringly, you’re met with the feeling of cheap flannel and pilled fabrics.

Unfortunately for Diluc, Kaeya is your hero in this situation as he arrives to Dawn Winery unannounced and interrupts you and Diluc reading in bed together. The cavalry captain hadn’t even bothered to knock, swinging the door open with zero fear of what he might have found inside. But, upon seeing the two of you, Kaeya freezes.

“What the hell is that?” Kaeya nearly screeches in horror, pointing at Diluc.

“I’m sure you know what Diluc looks like, Kaeya,” You respond in an annoyed tone. You loved Adelinde, but why had she let Kaeya up to your and Diluc’s chambers without any warning is beyond your comprehension. “You only have one eyepatch, not two.”

Diluc does a poor job at stifling a chuckle next to you, his book now resting on the nightstand next to him due to the intrusion. He wordlessly sneaks an arm around your waist and you lean into his chest instinctively, trying your best to ignore the scratch of the sequins against your cheek.

“No, not that,” Kaeya says, unperturbed at your slight against him. “That! That thing he’s wearing! It’s awful!” His finger shakes in the air before the blue-haired man doubles over in laughter. “That’s the ugliest thing I’ve ever fucking seen, holy shit.”

You look up at Diluc, who is flushed a deep crimson in embarrassment and whose brows are furrowed.

“I must admit,” Diluc clears his throat, voice diffident. “It has grown on me.”

Your heart melts at his confession and you scoot up a bit in his grasp, causing him to look at you in confusion before you press a reassuring kiss to his cheek. Adoration swims in his irises as he looks at you and softly smiles, forgetting about Kaeya’s presence despite his brother’s noisy, ceaseless laughter. Sure, the onesie might be a joke that you want to throw into a fire and pray that it burns in the pits of hell for eternity, but Diluc’s defense of your present in the face of Kaeya’s mockery warms even your cold prankster heart.

“Diluc,” You whisper lowly, not wanting Kaeya to hear. It was unlikely he would anyways, as every time he looked up at the two of you in the bed in front of him, Kaeya would burst out into peals of laughter once more. “Where’s the other onesie?”

Diluc looks at you, confused. “It’s in the laundry room. It should be dry now.” Before Diluc can ask you why you need to know such information, you’re breaking free of his grip, stumbling out of the bed, shoving past Kaeya and nearly sprinting out of the room in a hurry. Kaeya and Diluc both watch you leave, equally bewildered.

“Why are you here?” You hear Diluc ask his brother as you flee the room, but you don’t stick around for the rest of their conversation. They can be emotionally constipated together, you have more important things to do. Seizing the freshly-cleaned onesie, you shut the laundry door and shimmy it over your current pajamas, one of Diluc’s old shirts and a pair of old shorts. You have to hop around a bit to get the fabric to settle in just the right places and, dear Barbatos, this thing is uncomfortable.

Diluc must really love you to put up with this outfit every night. Before you can melt into a puddle of goo at the thought of your essentially perfect boyfriend who would do nearly anything for you, you storm out of the laundry room and back into the bedroom, climbing back into bed with Diluc wordlessly, settling your legs underneath the covers and guiding Diluc’s arm back to its rightful place around your waist.

You press another kiss to Diluc’s cheek as he stares at you with an unreadable expression. Despite having recovered from his earlier flustered state, his cheeks quickly return to the shade of red you adore so much. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t stick on this onesie just to shamelessly ogle your boyfriend and kiss him senseless. No, you wore it to spite the man in front of the two of you, whose expression is now morphed into one of horror.

“There’s two of them?! One was already a crime against humanity, but two?!” Kaeya is aghast at such a concept. Diluc’s gaze breaks off you and he tightens his grip around your waist as he glowers at his brother.

“We have a third one if you wish to continue intruding in our home,” Diluc proposes, his voice having a slight edge to it. Kaeya holds his hands up later.

“Alright. I’ll see you later then. Bye, (Y/N)~!” Kaeya quickly ejects himself from the conversation, not even bothering to spare his brother a goodbye in his hurry to leave before a onesie can be thrust upon you.

“You look adorable,” Diluc confesses before pressing a kiss to your forehead. This time, it’s your turn to fluster and you look away, startled by his forwardness. “I always like seeing you in my clothes.”

“Oh… thank you,” You murmur sheepishly, but Diluc grabs your chin and lightly guides your face to look at him. A shiteating grin breaks out across his face.

“I appreciate your support, darling, but isn’t it time we stop this ruse?” Diluc questions and your eyes widen in surprise. “Unfortunately, my brother is correct. These outfits are quite… awful.”

“I like them!” You interject, unsure as to why you’re defending the outfits you had just been wishing for the destruction of.

“Is that so?” Diluc challenges, eyebrows raised as you nod your head furiously. A soft chuckle escapes his lips. “(Y/N), I know I might be dumb at times, especially when it comes to you, but surely you can’t think I’m dumb enough to believe this lie.”

You narrow your eyes at him and fold your arms in contempt. “There is no way you’ve called my bluff this early. Kaeya told you I was fucking with you, didn’t he?”

Diluc’s smug attitude is replaced with that of a scolded puppy, unable to look you in the eyes. “... Yes.”

You can’t help but press yet another kiss to his face, this time gracing his jaw as you pepper light kisses down his neck. “You’re correct. I absolutely loathe these ugly clothes. It’s not even Christmas anymore. But I’d be damned if I was going to let that gremlin insult something of yours.”

Diluc laughs genuinely and he brings your face close to his, pressing your lips together in a sweet, chaste kiss, before pulling away far too soon for your liking.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I should probably change now that the joke is over,” Diluc explains. You raise your eyebrows at him and he lets out a sigh. “The fabric is itchy.” Your boyfriend clambers out of bed and you unabashedly watch him change into a more comfortable outfit, admiring the way his lithe muscles move as he puts on a new shirt. Diluc turns around and looks at you expectantly.

“Aren’t you going to change too?” He asks as he climbs back under the covers with you, but you softly smile and shake your head in response.

“No,” You coo. “I think it’ll stay on for tonight.” You wrap your arms around his waist, nuzzling into his shoulder exaggeratedly.

Diluc groans at your words and you realize he shares the same hatred of the onesies that you do. But, as Diluc’s chief prankster, you’re determined to get the last laugh, even if the dumb fabric scratches against you all night.

#not sure how i feel about this one tbh! it's certainly a different style of writing i feel #but reader in this is extremely similar to my own personality (for once)#diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #genshin impact x reader #diluc headcanons #diluc scenarios #*writing #*diluc #*fic

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quarantine longings

pairing: best friend!kevin x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k

synopsis: you and your best friend have sex because quarantine made you horny

warnings: best friends to lovers, takes place during the pandemic, spoiler of 356 days (but not the end, just generally the plot), no use of condoms but only the pill, creampie, sexual fantasies, fingering, hand-job, sex, slight angst at the end if you squint

a/n: I would literally die for kevin, I love him so much. I'll be writing a multiple parts series about him after I'm done writing scenarios for every member first.

requests are open!

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you slammed your foot hard against the wall and cursed in pain. you hopped on one foot to your bed, holding your other leg in agony and tasted blood as you bit your lip to keep the volume of your suffering groans in check. someone knocked on the door.

'are you okay?' your roommate asked concerned.

'no, leave me alone, kevin,' you croaked out. you wanted to suffer by yourself.

there was an awkward silence and then you heard him sigh. soon after, the door next to your room closed shut.

why were you so frustrated, one might ask? well, the pandemic was kicking your butt and you just couldn't take it anymore. when the news of the virus had first spread, no one thought it would become this serious. but suddenly everyone was walking around with masks and spent most of their time staying at home.

after graduating high school, you and kevin had decided to move in together for college because both of you were broke and couldn't afford to live alone. you had been best friends since middle school and had been convinced that it was a smart idea at the time.

and everything went smoothly for the first one and a half years. however, after not seeing anyone else since the start of the pandemic over a year ago, it became increasingly difficult to share an apartment, but not in the way one might assume. you were neither sick of each other nor did you fight a lot. to tell the truth, it was quite the opposite.

earlier, before you had kicked the wall in anger, the two of you had painted together. kevin was majoring in art and, since you didn't have anything better to do, you joined him while he did projects for his classes. you might have been majoring in journalism but you had always liked drawing and painting, even though you weren't particularly skilled. you were a naturally clumsy person, always tripping over air and dropping things. today you were hecticly moving around your hands while telling him about a stupid video you had seen and you accidently let go of the brush in your hand. it hit the side of kevin's face, leaving a wide splodge of red paint on his right cheek.

to get back at you, he jerked his paint brush and splattered some green color on your white shirt. you saw this as a challenge and soon both of you were both drenched in the colors of the rainbow, laughing hysterically on the floor, not caring that you were spreading the paint on the poor carpet.

you turned your heads to look at each other and you felt absolutely in peace. you loved this man and couldn't be more glad that it was him and not anyone else you were stuck with inside of this apartment.

he stood up to take off his stained shirt and your smile quickly faded off your face. your lips slightly parted and you couldn't help but stare at his now exposed biceps and abs.

your mouth watered and you felt heat pooling between your legs as you took your time to study his architecture. thoughts about how badly you wanted him to thrust into you while his strong arms held you up invaded your mind. you tried to shake them off but it was impossible.

occasions like this were slowly becoming a common occurrence for you.

having mostly stayed inside for over a year, also meant that you didn't have sex for that long. it's not like you were the horniest person on the planet but you still had needs that were being neglected. with kevin being home all the time you didn't even dare to masturbate, scared that he would be able to hear you through the frustratingly thin walls. you must have gone insane with all the lust building up inside you and that's why you suddenly craved to have sex with your best friend. this whole thing was destroying everything. it was hard to act normal when he was making you this nervous and heated but you tried to pretend that everything was fine anyway for the sake of your friendship.

that was the reason why you were angry and had hurt yourself. you hated the way you felt about your best friend and you hated the pandemic for not giving you an outlet to escape so you could recollect yourself.

what you weren't aware of was that kevin was no stranger to the exact same frustration.

he would need more than his ten fingers and ten toes to be able to count the amount of times he had to run to the bathroom to hide his boner because he had done so much as look at you bend over or stretch. he didn't want to make you uncomfortable but it was a challenge to try and calm down his hormones.

whenever he jacked off, images of you flashed through his mind; your sweet curves and pink lips drove him insane.

last week, you two were cooking together and you had asked him to get the salt. he stood behind you to reach for it on the highest shelf. he was forced to press his crotch against your butt cheeks and his dick hardened against his will. he quickly handed you the salt, excused himself and ran off before you could figure out what had happened.

he might not have known the cause of your sudden outburst but he sympathized with your fury because he had a lot of pent up anger towards covid as well.

he lay in his bed and tried to focus on the book he was reading but he couldn't tune out the groans coming from the room next to his. he cursed.

'stop it!' he was panicking as he saw a familiar tent forming in his pants. your sounds triggered some weird perverted part of his brain that sent signals right to his genitals. his dick was hardening and he saw no other solution to his problem than to give in to his subconscious desires.

he pulled down his pants just far enough so that his cock had enough room to spring out. it only needed a few strokes before it stood tall and angry. kevin pressed his head into his pillow and moved his hand fast. he wanted to get over with it quickly. he emptied his cum on his stomach while imagining your greedy little mouth being stuffed by his cock. he lay there panting as yet another round of shame flushed over him.

'get yourself together,' he whispered, mentally slapping himself.

***

'do you want to order japanese or italian?' you asked kevin. today was friday which meant it was time for your weekly tradition of ordering take out and watching a movie.

'definitely italian. we've already had japanese for the past four days. I need something else for a change,' kevin complained and shuddered at the thought of having to eat sushi again. the japanese restaurant prepared absolutely delicious food but he just couldn't stand it anymore.

you laughed at his pained facial expression. 'fine, italian it is.'

within twenty minutes the doorbell rang and after about half a minute kevin came back with two huge boxes.

he opened them on the small table situated in front of your couch and the smell of freshly cooked pasta seasoned with basil made your stomach growl.

kevin wanted to dig in already but you stopped him. you had to choose a movie first.

'let's watch tall girl. I saw everyone hate on it on tiktok,' you suggested.

'I think we should watch 365 days, that was all over my for you page as well,' kevin argued. you hadn't heard of it so you weren't sure whether it would be the right movie for you. the rule was that it had to be as bad as possible.

'according to what I have heard, it's apparently even worse than 50 shades of grey,' kevin added which piqued your interest. the both of you had watched 50 shades about two months ago and you were honestly shocked by how awful it actually was. you couldn't understand why everyone had been so obsessed with it when it was first released. if 356 days was really worse, then you'd hit the jackpot. you clapped your hands.

'fine, you win. I swear if the movie isn't as horrible as you say it is then you owe me something!' he intertwined his pinky with yours to promise.

watching horrible movies was way better than watching good ones. making fun of bad storylines, stupid characters or horrible editing was one of your favorite past times.

'I guess I'll have to add are you lost, baby girl to the top 10 worst lines ever spoken. who thought ah yes this is sexy, let's have him repeat it over and over again', you complained, shoving some pasta into your mouth.

'so he's like I won't do anything without your permission while he is literally groping her boobs against her will, like make it make sense, massimo', added kevin, ruffling his hair in frustration. he almost completely forgot about the food.

'so let me get this straight: he drugged her, kidnapped her, tied her up, hung up a painting of her just because he saw her face when his dad was shot?'

'totally relatable.' both of you giggled.

you were enjoying complaining about the plot. it was horrible.

there were plenty of erotic scenes but they were honestly so funny and kinda gross that you could bare it without really being affected by them. kevin, on the other hand, had placed a pillow over his hard-on to hide the embarrassing fact that these terrible, smutty scenes had turned him on.

and then the infamous boat scene came.

massimo and laura had a huge fight, she fell of the boat, he saved her and now she was suddenly so in love with him that she begs him to fuck her. which he does.

you felt your panties become increasingly wet as the couple had steaming hot sex.

'this is embarrassing but I'm so horny,' you admitted but in a way that should have suggested that you meant it as a joke. something about this statement stirred something in kevin.

'well, what can I say?' he replied and lifted the pillow. your pupils widened at the sight of your best friend's bulge.

his eyes darkened and he looked at you with lust clearly written on his face. you reciprocated his stare with the same intensity. you tried to focus on his dark brown orbs instead of his boner but the image you had just seen was present in your mind.

his gaze shifted to your lips and, before you knew it, kevin climbed above you and pressed your back flat onto the couch.

your lips locked and you immediately buried your hands in his hair to pull him closer. you moved in sync, his lips fitting perfectly onto yours. you bucked your hips up against his crotch and earned a moan from kevin. he opened his eyes in shock as realization hit him. he quickly pulled away and jumped off the coach.

'I'm so sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have just done that. I don't know what came over me,' he apologized profusely, staring at his feet. did he really think that you didn't want this?

'give me your hand,' you told him and held out your hand.

'why?' he raised his eyebrows in confusion. you rolled your eyes.

'just do it.'

you took his hand and led it to your crotch.

'what are you- oh my god.' your juices had completely soaked through your panties and your sweatpants. 'you are so wet.'

'for you,' you added. 'there's no need to apologize. I'm literally begging you to continue.'

you didn't have to say that twice before he pulled you closer to him by your hips and engaged you in another desperate kiss. his hands were groping your butt while you let yours slide under his hoodie. you felt his naked skin and toned abs, as you rubbed his stomach. you lowered your hands and bravely palmed his boner through his clothes.

'y/n,' he hissed out against your lips. you hooked your thumbs in the elastic of his pants and underwear, and pushed the material down to his thighs. he struggled to get them off.

you stroked his hard dick as he slipped his hand into your panties to massage your pussy at the same time.

he slipped one finger inside and began working it in and out. you finally were getting the relief you had been desperately craving for for so long. kevin was skilled and your walls were trying to swallow his slim finger. you were quickly coming close to your orgasm after having abstained for more than a year. you pulled his hand out.

'I bet you can make me come even better with your dick,' you challenged kevin.

'you bet I will.' he was confident.

'let me just look for a condom.' he was already turning away to go search in his room but you held him back by the arm.

'forget about it. I'm on the pill and I want you raw. I want you to come inside me and not spill into a stupid condom.'

the idea of this sounded very tempting to kevin. he picked you up and threw you back onto the couch, drawing your hips closer to him so he could pull off all the pieces of clothing that were hindering him from accessing your pussy.

he propped up his arms next to your sides and spread your thighs apart. strings of arousal were hanging from your folds and he saw your hole desperately clench around nothing. his dick hurt from how much he wanted to finally be inside of you. he wanted to find out how close he had been able to imagine how you would feel around him.

your hole took him in easily, welcoming him happily by embracing it tightly. kevin swore he could've cum right here and there.

he went slow at first to give you a chance to adjust but you were already fully ready, rocking your hips forward to meet his thrusts.

he crashed your mouths together and you kissed him like he was oxygen and you were short of air. you smiled and your eyes rolled back, satisfied with how things had played out today and the prospects of coming looked fairly promising.

desperate for release, kevin picked up the pace, his eyes closed while fucking into you like a horny animal. he couldn't help himself and all the 'faster's and 'harder's spilling from your mouth only encouraged him to drive himself deeper into you.

you wrapped your legs around his torso in an attempt to regain the control you were losing.

'fuck fuck fuck,' you cursed, feeling your muscles starting to contract. kevin brushed away some hair that was stuck to your sweaty forehead.

'it's fine, I'm coming too,' he announced and it took only a few more thrusts before a body shaking orgasm flushed over you, making you see only white. this drove kevin over the edge too and he spilled inside you, filling you up with his hot cum. he continued to slowly ease his dick in and out of you, fucking his semen right back into you until you had ridden out both of your orgasms. he let himself fall onto the couch right next to you, panting hard.

'I very much needed this,' you sighed in content.

'same, I wasn't sure whether I could hold out any longer without having a proper orgasm.' he watched his cum drip out of you.

'we should've thought of this sooner,' you said. 'this was a great idea.'

kevin hummed in agreement.

***

so now you and kevin were having sex on a regular basis, your high score being five times in a day. it felt good to finally live out your sexuality and not having to restrict yourself. sure, you guys did it more than necessary but it was a great way to pass time and it felt fucking amazing.

today you had done it in the shower after waking up, then on the kitchen counter and you had just finished having sex in his bed.

he was spooning you from behind, his cock still placed inside of you. he nuzzled his nose into your neck.

'stop, that tickles,' you chuckled.

'sorry.'

after a while of comfortable silence you heard him let out a big sigh.

'what's wrong?' you asked as he pulled out of you. you turned around to be able to look at him.

'I don't think I can do it like this anymore,' he confessed.

'what do you mean?' you asked. 'are you talking about us having sex?'

he nodded. your heart dropped and you started feeling dizzy. you tried to search for answers in his eyes but he avoided looking at you.

'w-why?' you stuttered, trying to hold back the tears that were welling up in your eyes.

'it was amazing at first,' he started and finally raised his head to meet your gaze, 'and I went into it without much thought. I went crazy during quarantine and began fantasizing about having sex with you. then it became reality but now I understand that was probably wrong of me. I've always thought of myself as a gentleman, yet I slept with you without much thought. you see, my issue is this…'

suspense hung in the air and you were impatiently waiting for him to get to the point.

'I like you.'

you quietly gasped in surprise. you had been expecting him to say you were bad at sex and that he regretted everything but not this.

'I shouldn't be sleeping with you unless you were my girlfriend,' he finished off his ramble. you felt immensely relieved.

'do you want me to?' you asked him.

'want you to what?' kevin was confused. he had been a hundred percent sure you'd immediately jump out of the bed in disgust when he confessed.

'be your girlfriend. after all, I like you too, you moron.' you realized that you had known this for a while. you might have even been crushing on your best friend since way before the pandemic struck but it was kind of hard to track your feelings. still, you were sure you liked him too. now that he had admitted his feelings, you were able to admit yours not only to him but to yourself as well.

'wow, I didn't expect this,' kevin confessed surprised. you laughed.

'yeah, we should've realized this sooner.' he pulled you closer and kissed you. it was different than the other times. his lips moved softly against yours, in contrast to all of your rough and passionate kisses you had exchanged these past few weeks. he conveyed his emotions through the kiss.

'you're ready again?' you groaned as you felt kevin's dick harden against your upper thigh. he chuckled.

'sorry, you just turn me on so much.'

so then you did it for the fourth time. that day, you set a new record of having sex six times. you might have been happy now but still just as horny.

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