#maybe I crack myself up too much but still. Imagine.
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"I'm so excited you're here" for buddie 🙏
"I'm so excited you're here," Christopher says, grinning up at Buck in the way that never fails to set his heart on fire.
Buck smiles, tousling the curls on top of Christopher's head fondly. "You didn't really think I'd let your dad have all the fun, did you?"
Chris laughs at that, and for the first time since Buck watched him walk out Eddie's front door two months ago, it starts to feel like maybe everything is going to be okay again.
It's not that Buck ever doubted Christopher and Eddie would find their way back to each other again. It wasn't a shock to him that Chris wanted to come back to LA– that he wanted to come home– nor was he surprised when Eddie dropped everything to get on the next flight to El Paso as soon as Christopher said he was ready. He never doubted that any of it would happen.
Some selfish part of him just wished it hadn’t taken as long as it did.
He knows it’s what Christopher needed, and he knows that Eddie did the right thing in letting him go. It just hurt, is all. Worse than he ever could have imagined.
It felt like Buck’s chest had been cracked open, a piece of his heart ripped off, torn out. And as much as time helped to close the wound, it still ached with each breath he took. He still spent the last two months walking around like a piece of him was missing.
And maybe it was.
He and Eddie had gotten together not too long after Chris left, and Buck had spent the majority of the flight fretting over how Chris would react to the changes that occurred in his absence. Somewhere over New Mexico, Eddie had placed a hand on Buck’s bouncing knee, the familiar warmth of his touch instantly grounding. It washed over him like a balm, instantly soothing the restless hum beneath his skin.
“Baby,” Eddie had said, his voice low so as to not disturb any of their fellow travelers. “It’s going to be fine. Great, even.”
Buck had let out a tiny sigh, trusting Eddie and yet still finding it hard to shake the last of the stress away. “Wh-What if he changes his mind?” he asked, the words bitter on his tongue. “What if he refuses to get on the plane? What if he– if he wants to stay with your parents? Eddie, I– I’ll never forgive myself if I’m the reason you lose him again, I–”
“Shh,” Eddie’s hand moved from Buck’s knee to take his hand, lacing their fingers together and giving Buck's hand a reassuring squeeze. “He’s over the moon,” Eddie reminded him. “Has been since we told him.”
Which was true. They’d kept it a secret for nearly a month– from Christopher, from the 118, from everyone. There was something special about it, keeping their relationship to themselves. Something almost sacred about walking around with Eddie’s heart in his chest and being one of only two people in the world who knew it.
As special as it was, nothing came close to how good it was once they decided it was time to share it.
Christopher had been their first call, with Eddie assuring him that if it wasn’t something he was comfortable with, they’d end it. The thought alone had Buck’s chest aching, his stomach turning. He only just got Eddie, only just started to feel whole for the first time in his life. The fear that accompanied the thought of losing that– of losing Eddie– was nearly paralyzing. But it wasn’t one he had to sit with for too long. Christopher had broken out in a huge grin, mumbled something that sounded a lot like “Finally.”
They’d told everyone else after that, and Christopher wasn’t the only one whose reaction to the news included a wide smile and the word “Finally.”
And when Chris had texted this morning and said he wanted to come home, Eddie booked two tickets on the next flight out while Buck threw their things in an overnight bag and grabbed his keys.
Buck struggled to get the words out. “I know,” he let out a long, shaky exhale. “I– I just–”
“You’re worried,” Eddie, as always, knew exactly where Buck’s head was at, even before Buck did himself. “Because you think you’re not going to be enough for him. You’re afraid you’re not enough to make him want to stay. And you love him so impossibly much, that even the thought of possibly losing him again makes your heart break all over again.”
Buck nodded, swallowing around a lump in his throat. “Yeah.” He took a deep breath, trying to will away the hot tears pricking at the back of his eyes. “How’d you know?”
Eddie sighed, squeezing Buck’s hand in his. “I feel it, too.”
Buck's eyes shone with unshed tears. He brought their joined hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to Eddie’s knuckles. “What a pair we make.”
Eddie had taken his phone from his pocket, pulling something up before passing it to Buck. “I feel it,” Eddie repeated. “But I’m not too worried anymore. And this is why.”
Buck looked down to see Eddie’s text conversation with Chris.
Buck’s heart swelled in his chest. He didn’t know if he’d ever be used to the feeling, to being loved like this.
“There’s more,” Eddie said, scrolling down to newer messages, the time stamp indicating they were exchanged just before takeoff.
Buck lost the battle then with the tears welling in his eyes, the first one slipping free as he smiled down at Eddie’s phone screen. The tears blurred his eyes until the messages were nothing but blue and gray blurs.
Eddie had taken Buck’s face in his hands, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. And then he met Buck’s lips in a soft, sweet kiss, one that said more than his words ever could.
“Nothing to worry about,” Eddie had said when they parted, calm and reassuring. “Except maybe the javelinas.”
Buck grinned, blinking back the last of his tears.
“What are you smiling about?” Eddie teased.
Buck nodded at Eddie’s phone in his lap. “I think you have something to ask me.”
The corner of Eddie’s mouth tugged up into a shy smile, his eyes bright. “Will you–”
“Yes,” Buck didn’t even let him finish, too eager to get the word out, to dive into the next chapter of his life with Eddie. “Yes,” he repeated, grinning as he closed the distance and kissed Eddie again.
“Yeah?” Eddie breathed, equal parts hopeful and hesitant, the word coming out just shy of incredulous. Almost as if he couldn’t quite believe it.
Buck nodded, never more sure of anything. “Yeah.”
And now, they’re standing on the front steps of Eddie’s childhood home and Chris is laughing and wrapping his arms around Eddie and Buck is watching them with a smile so wide his cheeks are starting to hurt.
And then Christopher looks at Buck and goes “Buck do you want to see a javelina tomorrow?” and Buck feels like he just won the lottery.
“Absolutely,” Buck says.
He’s the luckiest man in the world.
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working on a concept for a dpxdc fanfic.
Tim, 17, is at the tail end of junior year at Gotham Academy. During gym he typically ducks into the toilet stalls or showers to change. He’s a vigilante and he can’t exactly explain his bruises/cuts/scars without causing concern, thus he just avoids anyone finding out at all. Unbeknownst to him, one of his classmates was in the same situation.
Wesley Weston was always late to the class after PE, he was always the last out of the locker room. He always showered after class and was very meticulous about putting away and taking out his uniform. He’d even refold his gym clothes a few times and comb his hair until nothing was out of place. Some thought he had OCD, others thought he was vain, and others still thought he was fruitlessly trying to be accepted; Wes was a known loner. There was plenty of speculation when the gossip mill was slow but in reality, Wes always stalled so he could change as quickly as humanly possible, but only after the room was empty.
By pure chance Tim forgets to switch out his gym shoes for his uniform shoes after PE one day and when he gets back to the locker room, it’s locked. Makes sense, the coaches always lock the locker rooms when there isn’t a class using them. Not having time to track down the coach and not wanting to be late to class, Tim picks the lock and out of habit, slips in quietly. He rounds the corner and sees Wes changing. More than that, he sees that Wes is covered in scars and scrapes. And in plain view is the still raw and distinctive injury Damian gave a mysterious, non-bat/bird affiliated vigilante recently.
That is how Tim accidentally discovers that Wesley Weston is Spyris. Spyris who appears and disappears without rhyme nor reason, who sometimes will hunt down Batman’s rogues and who sometimes will walk right past them. No one knows what Spyris does or why, just that he’s there and he’s competent enough to evade the batclan for the several months they’ve known about him.
Maybe he notices then or maybe Tim confronts him about it later but in any case, Wes automatically threatens to out him as Red Robin if he says anything and Tim is shook. When did Wes find out, how long has he known, how did he figure it out. Was anyone else compromised? And what did Wes want? What was Spyris’ goal?
Overall I want Valerie, Sam, Tucker, Danny, and Wes to be vigilantes in Gotham for whatever reason (ghost stuff?) working as a unit, but Spyris is the only one the bats/birds are aware of.
Tim and Wes passive aggressively stalk each other back and forth.
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need a sub chris asap. giving you creative freedom but major sub/mommy vibes
wet dreams //sub!chris
summary: you decide to please your boyfriend when you see him experiencing a sex dream. sub!chris. mommy kink. male!receiving. use of vibrator on male.
Sleepovers at my boyfriend's house are nightly at this point. I practically live with him. I have a toothbrush here, a caddy in the shower filled with my necessities, a drawer of extra clothes, a few pairs of shoes, an extra charger. There’s even some decor that is mine.
People are often surprised to find that me and Chris don’t technically live together. I just spend so much time with him, and he insists that he sleeps better with someone else in his bed. I have been told by his brothers that he’s tired of him trying to cuddle them while he sleeps. I’m here to fill that void.
I woke up earlier than him today. That’s never surprising. I may not be a true early bird, but compared to Chris, I’m up at the crack of dawn.
I put on some clean clothes, walking around the bedroom and watching him stir in his sleep. His mouth started out parted slightly, but every so often, a soft gasp left his lips and forced them open more. When his mouth wasn’t open, his lips were pressed together.
I found myself watching him as he made subtle sounds. As time went on, he turned to his stomach, and my stomach dropped, knowing what was happening.
His soft moans turned into low grunts as he started pressing his crotch into the mattress, his hips shifting ever so slightly. His toned back flexed as he moved, his briefs tight around his ass, and I only imagined the sight of his dick begging to be freed from the fabric.
I swallowed harshly as I watched him, standing in shock. I knew he had sex dreams. He had told me about them before. He had them frequently. Maybe it was a guy thing, or maybe he was just horny all the time. I just had never seen it happen before my eyes.
I made small, careful steps to the bed, making sure not to wake him. I want to see how far this will go.
A sharp gasp left his throat, making me freeze.
“Fuck,” he muttered before turning his head to the other side. His hand clutched a pillow, gripping it tightly. I was dying to know what he was dreaming of. What we were doing. How we were touching each other.
I was struggling to keep myself together as I watched. I lowered myself to the bed, sitting down softly and moving next to him, watching him up close.
His forehead had a small bead of sweat dripping from his skin. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes squeezed shut as his desperate sounds of pleasure seeped out of him.
It went on for a few minutes before he turned onto his back. He was still asleep, but his dick was throbbing inside of his underwear. I could see it twitch as his dream went on. A wet spot lingered on the gray fabric, growing by the second.
An element of our sex life that had been discussed was the idea of consensual non-consent – an idea of us being more than okay with the other person waking us up with a sexual act. I had always been hesitant about the idea. I didn’t want to wake him up and have him complain about being too tired throughout the day just so we could have sex.
But this was different. He was obviously desperate. He was practically fucking the mattress begging for a release. I had to help him. He would want me to.
I carefully traced my fingers on his left thigh, feeling the soft hair that decorated his tan skin. He twitched a little more in his sleep, and his sounds of approval were enough to encourage me to go all the way.
I placed my hand over his bulge, the wetness seeping through finding my palm. My heart is racing as I wait for him to wake up. He lets out a gasp at my touch, bucking his hips harshly.
He’s still asleep.
A few minutes passed. My hand continued to stroke his dick as his moans grew. I expected him to wake up at this point, but everything I am doing is probably just pushing into his dream. He has no reason to wake up because he is getting everything he needs while he sleeps.
A loud moan leaves his mouth, making my eyes shoot open. I carefully peel down the waistband of his underwear, watching as his tip leaks. I spread some of the pre-cum around his tip with my thumb before licking over his slit.
“Please, baby,” he whines. “Please.”
I take him in my mouth, my tongue swirling around his length. As his moans grow, I shake him by his shoulder while I suck him off, waking him up so he can bask in what’s real rather than his dream.
His eyes open softly. He looks groggy and confused momentarily before he realizes that this pleasure is real. His head falls backwards and he lifts a hand to my hair, pushing my head down on him.
“Fuck baby,” he groans.
“What were you dreaming about?” I ask, pulling off of him and stroking him instead.
He shakes his head. “Don’t stop.”
I grip his balls, making him gasp. “Tell me.”
“You were bouncing on my dick,” he breathes out. “You held a vibrator to your clit. You were writhing on me, clenching like crazy. But every so often the vibrator would hit my tip. It was so much.”
I’ve never used a vibrator on him, but now I’m more tempted than ever.
“You want me to use a vibrator on you?” I ask.
His eyes widen. He nods frantically.
I spit on his tip. “Are you gonna speak or act pathetic for me and struggle to get words out?”
“I’m gonna talk,” he promises. “Please. I wanna try it.”
I nod, sucking his tip a little bit more before I lean over to my nightstand and grab my bullet vibrator. My theory is that starting small would be a better option for him before we use one that is bigger and could work on his entire dick. I want him to feel comfortable with this first.
His dick is twitching relentlessly as he waits for my touch again. I love seeing him like this. He’s always dominant during sex. I never get to see the submissive side of him. It makes me feel powerful, and I crave control of him in this area of our lives.
I turn on the vibrator, letting him hear the sound of the buzzing so he can decide if he wants to continue. His stomach heaves.
“Please,” he whines. “I need you to touch me.”
“Yeah?” I tease. I lick a stripe up his cock again. “How bad do you need me to touch you?”
“So bad.”
I lean my body over him, pressing a sloppy kiss to his mouth. “You gonna be a good boy for me?”
Something in his eyes changes.
“I’ll be so good for you, mommy.”
Oh hell.
I slide back down to his dick, jerking him slowly with one hand before I trace the vibrator around his tip. His hips buck hard before I press them back down to the bed.
“Don’t you dare,” I warn.
“I’m sorry,” he cries out. “Ohhhh fuck. Please. It’s so good. Oh my god.”
The sounds he’s making are unlike anything I’ve ever heard from him. He’s whining, whimpering, panting, begging for me. It’s taking everything in me to continue to tease him, wanting to edge him from his high.
“I can’t- Fuck. I need to cum,” he says. “Please. Please, I need to.”
I shake my head. “Not yet.”
He lets out a desperate cry. “Please!”
“Gotta be a good boy, baby,” I remind him.
“I’m being so good,” he whimpers. His eyes are full, tears almost pouring out as he struggles to hold back.
“I know baby,” I nod, knowing he needs that praise and validation right now. I drag the vibrator up and down his cock before pressing it to his tip again as I stroke the area.
“Fuck!” he shouts, his hips raising again with no control as he cums, catching us both by surprise. My eyes widen before I look up, meeting his eyes. He’s shaking his head like crazy as he continues to cum. “I’m so sorry, mommy. Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Please.”
I let him finish before I remove the vibrator, tossing it to the floor. I press soft kisses from his stomach up to his lips before peppering his face in kisses. “It’s okay, baby. Did so good for me, hm?”
He nods breathlessly. “Thank you for waking me up, but now I really need to go back to sleep. I’m exhausted.”
I smile. “Let’s go shower and get back in bed, okay?”
He nods, pressing a tired kiss to my cheek before pulling himself out of bed.
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It always gets ugly
Alexia Putellas x reader
Part 2 to Your opinion of me won’t change right?
Find part 1 here
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Very much didn’t expect to get this done so soon but wanted to get it out before I go back to school on Monday. Written on my phone during a road trip so might be a little rough. Hope you like the ending though, I finally managed to keep something a more reasonable length.
Very much appreciate any feedback and requests but no promises they get done.
You couldn’t possibly continue hiding your home life from your girlfriend. Here she was, holding your hands, basically begging you to open up to her. “Baby talk to me. Please,” you looked into Alexia’s eyes as she pleaded with you. You took a deep breath, internally preparing yourself for the conversation ahead of you.
“Ale, my family’s not like yours. Not at all,” her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but remained silent. “My family rarely gets along and when we do it doesn’t last. We don’t lean on each other when things get rough, we tear each other apart, and we judge each other, and yell, and it’s not pretty, Alexia.”
The Catalan woman nodded slowly, trying her best to understand your words. A look of confusion was still plastered across her face, “but…. that was your mother,” she spoke slowly, trying her best to understand. “Why were you so…” your girlfriend paused, searching for the word she wanted, “upset?”
You sighed as tears welled up in your eyes. To you, her questioning was coming across as judgement. Of course she would. Alexia would never treat her mom the way she just saw you on the phone. You wanted to explain yourself away but you doubted she’d be able to understand. “I just don’t have the patience for it anymore,” your voice was almost a whisper as if it’d quiet the guilt you felt. “They’ve treated me so badly for my entire life, I don’t have the energy to just sit and take it anymore. They want to manipulate me, and control my entire life and when I don’t let them they get really mean. I get to a point where I have to defend myself, even if it gets ugly.” You paused for a minute, thinking. “It always gets ugly,” you voice cracked as you decided you needed to stop talking before you started to break down again.
“What did they say on the phone?” Your girlfriends usual straight face was still full of confusion. Trying not to push you too hard but still trying to understand.
You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping you could’ve kept her in the dark about your parents’ disapproval of your relationship. “Well I told them how I’m staying here,” you took a deep breath. “They didn’t think that was a good idea. They said I was prioritizing you over them.” You trailed off, hoping their words wouldn’t cut into your girlfriend as deeply as they had you.
You finally looked up, trying to read Alexia’s reaction. You felt how she squeezed your hand in reassurance. Her face didn’t look angry. It looked… neutral? Calm. Maybe sad? “Amor, why didn’t you ever tell me? I never knew it was that bad,” her voice was calm, always comforting you as she reached up to push a piece of your hair behind your ear. Her hand then settled on the side of your face, stroking your cheek with her thumb when you leaned into it. It was then that you realized she wasn’t mad at you. Her heart broke knowing how hurt you had been by the people who were supposed to love you most.
Because of your girlfriend’s constant comfort, you were more willing to talk, “Ale how could I? Your family is perfect. You love each other and support each other. How could I show you how mine really is?” You watched her face as the realization of your words sunk in. It was now that she understood why you were always more than willing to go see her mom or sister with her but hesitant to call your own. “I didn’t ever want you to see the way mine treats each other when yours would never imagine acting that way.” The blonde looked at you with her eyes full of sympathy, finally understanding much more about you.
Her hand continued along your face as she responded, “baby, you didn’t need to hide that from me, it’s not your fault that they-“
“Ale, it’s not just that,” you cut her off, feeling the need to explain yourself further. You sighed heavily as she waited for you to continue. “I also wanted to protect you from them. They’re not all that supportive of our relationship, or anything I do in Spain, really. I didn’t want you to have to see that from them.”
Alexia pulled you into a hug against her side, “you don’t need to protect me. I can handle it. It doesn’t matter to me what they say about me, all that matters to me is you. If they’re hurting you, I want to be there to help you. I want to support you in the ways they don’t.” The captain spoke with so much conviction, it was clear how serious she was about her words.
You held onto her, reciprocating the hug, finally starting to believe her. “I think sometimes that’s why I like spending time with your family so much- it feels like I finally get to experience a normal family. Mine’s just… a lot.” You trailed off slightly as she rubbed your back, still holding you.
“Amor, my family will always welcome you. Mami loves you probably more than she does Alba,” she laughed as she pulled you away so she could see your face. You cracked a small smile at your girlfriend’s rare attempt at a joke. “I want to know you. All of you. Even the parts you don’t like.”
“Well I don’t even know where to start, Ale. We’re kinda a mess,” you chucked lightly, trying to lighten up the situation further now that you had calmed down.
“You don't have to tell me everything all at once, all right now. I just want you to be open with me about it all, okay? Alexia looked at you with love in her eyes. Her face was pleading with you, willing you to say yes.
You responded with a nod, pulling her into you again. “Gracias, Ale. Te amo. Te amo mucho. No sabes cuanto te aprecio.” You almost had to hold back tears once again, but this time tears of happiness. Happiness from the life you had built in Barcelona, with Alexia by your side. She was all you needed. You knew that with her, you’d be able to face anyone, even your own family.
Your girlfriend squeezed you tighter than either of you knew she was capable of. She was in awe of you, especially after the way you’d just responded in Spanish, knowing how much you’d been practicing. She was in awe of you and your strength to handle the people who had hurt you the most in your life. In awe of how you had faced it alone most of your life and in awe of how you now were willing to let her in.
Neither of you could speak as you were so lost in thoughts of admiration for each other and the bond you held together. All you could do was silently remain securely in each other’s arms, unable to put your love for each other into words
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WRONG NUMBER P13
matt sturniolo x f!reader
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It has been exactly five hours since they discovered the mix-up. Chris, Jimmy, and Marylou decided to go check the police station to see if they could find any updates about Matt.
Me and Nick decided to go on a little drive in my car to clear our heads. As we were driving, I could feel the tension in the air. Nick kept looking out the window, lost in his thoughts, while I tried to think of something to say to make him feel better.
"Hey, you know, at least there is still a chance that this is some sort of mistake, right?" I said to Nick, trying to sound more optimistic than I felt. "They're working on finding Matt and getting this sorted out. We just need to have faith in them."
He looked over at me, his eyes red from crying. "Yeah, you're right," he said, his voice barely audible.
We drove around for a while longer, neither of us saying much. The silence was almost painful, but neither of us knew what to say to make it better. Finally, Nick spoke up, breaking the silence. "I keep thinking about that guy on the bed. How his family must feel right now. It's just…unbelievable."
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. The image of that man, so peaceful in his sleep, haunted me. I couldn't imagine the pain his family must be going through, thinking he was gone when he was really just a victim of this horrible mistake.
"Do you think he was rich though?" I asked smirking slightly "Like, really rich? Cause he looked pretty comfortable to me. I mean, that bed was like a fucking cloud." Nick chuckled a little, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"I'm just saying, maybe after this mess is done, I'll go ask him to be my sugar daddy if he's still alive" I joked, trying to lighten the mood.
"stop oh my god," Nick said giggling "What? your girl needs a little money to feel better" I said with a smirk. "You know, if he was rich, I bet he'd be more than willing to help a girl out." I glanced over at Nick, trying to gauge his reaction. He was smiling, I grinned satisfied that I'd managed to make him laugh.
We drove in silence for a few more minutes before Nick decided to break the silence again " I'm so mad we met in these fucked up circumstances, you know?" I smiled softly at him " Well at least we met, right? I mean, even if it's under these horrible conditions. Maybe one day we'll look back at this and laugh about it." He snorted a little "So real girl "
We decide to grab some coffee from Starbucks to clear our heads. As we sit there, talking about random things or scrolling through our phones, I take a sip of my coffee, burning the roof of my mouth. "Ouch, damn it's hot," I complain, blowing on the coffee.
Nick suddenly shoots up from his seat, staring at his phone with wide eyes "Oh my god" he says. "what? What is it?!" I ask him, my heart racing.
He looks at me with his mouth agape, trying to find the right words. " It's Matt…they found Matt!!" he exclaims, his voice cracking.
I feel my whole body go limp with relief. "They found him at a different hospital !" He hugs me tightly, tears streaming down his face. I'm crying too, unable to contain my happiness. We sit there in the Starbucks, surrounded by the noise and chaos, but for a brief moment, nothing else matters but the fact that Matt is alive.
"Do you know what hospital?" I manage to ask between sobs, clinging to Nick.
"Chris sent me the address, let's go," He says, already halfway out of the seat. I follow him, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear as we both know what we're about to face.
The drive seems to take forever, but eventually, we pull up to the hospital and spot Jimmy's car in the parking lot. Our feet are moving before we even have the chance to think, hurrying into the building.
We find Chris and Marylou in the waiting room, looking just as relieved as we feel. They jump up when they see us, and we embrace tightly, not wanting to let go.
It feels like we're all holding our breath, waiting for the moment when we can see Matt again. The nurse finally calls our names, and we follow her down the hallway.
Our steps slow as we approach the door, our hearts racing. The nurse pushes it open, revealingn none other than Matt lying in the bed.
He looks tired and pale. We all rush forward, surrounding his bed.
"Hey buddy, you're gonna be okay," Chris says, squeezing his hand. The nurse cleared her throat making us turn to look at her.
"The good news is that he's alive," the nurse started. "He's still unconscious, but he's stable for now. He'll probably be unconscious for a few days but don't worry he'll wake up" She paused for a moment
" However, he suffered severe injuries, There is a chance that he may never regain full cognitive function or the ability to walk."
The words hang in the air, heavy.
"come again?" Chris said, his eyes wide with shock.
"Oh God," I whisper, smacking my hand over my mouth. I feel like I've been punched in the gut. Can't we just have one good thing today?
"you're joking right?" Nick asks, his voice cracking. The nurse rolled her eyes before shaking her head no. The fuck is this bitch rolling her eyes for?
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Eternity and Counting
(Pt1) This is a running piece I've nearly finished, but the whole thing is way too long to post as one chapter sooooo... This part's pretty short just for the sake of timeline splitting.
Obey me! X Angel!MC (They/Them Pronouns)
TW: Suicide, depression, self-deprecation, death, big feelings, lots of sad, everybody is crying like all the time
MC just can't handle anything anymore and takes their own life. Imagine their dismay to find even death isn't the end for them.
(Takes place in the Frost Flowers event (sorta?), with mild "that chapter where MC finds out they're the Bridge" spoilers. Can't remember which chapter that was.)
~/\~
It's so heavy. This grand weight I've been lugging around since that day. I should have died. I was supposed to die. I would have deserved it too. All I've ever managed to do was cause problems for this family. And maybe I still am. The idea almost stopped me. Visions of their faces. Their tears. Their grief. It did, actually. A few times at least. But not today. It's happened again. Everything was going just fine until that God-forsaken dog decided I would be the object of his affection. Somehow, in spite of the threat it faced to the nation, the brothers refused to just hand me over. Almost losing not just their home, but their kingdom, for my sake. Yet again wasting their time trying to save me. Just like they did when my stupid power nearly killed Lucifer. When Lucifer nearly killed HIMSELF to save me. A bitter, evil part of me is still mad at Michael for stopping me. For saving me.
My arms feel heavy as lead as I lay here, counting away the seconds. I've got nearly an hour before anybody gets home from RAD. Plenty of time to make sure I stay dead. I feel a little bad for lying about being sick to get out of classes today. But maybe I am. Doesn't matter much now anyway. Really, my biggest concern in the current moment is how long it will take Barbatos to notice the ingredients I took. Sure, he's in classes right now too, but he pops in and out of the castle all day long. The likelihood of him stopping into the kitchen and noticing the cracked cabinet door, the scavaged shelves, and finally the open jars is uncomfortably high. In my defense, the chances of that happening while I was there were equally high, so I can't be blamed for the messy crime. But he's only got a few moments more before his discovery will be for naught, so I suppose it's not terribly worrying.
I can feel it, creeping up my spine like a cold massage. The ever-growing numbness. The slow death of my limbs. My lungs. Me. It's growing darker now, unnaturally so, even for The Devildom. I can finally free them of my burden. Free myself of it too. But I would like to offer a final scorn to whatever God allowed me to hear the gentle creaking of the front door.
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(Mammon's POV)
A chill runs through my spine,like something ominous is lurking behind me, but as I turn around, nobody's there. In spite of that comfort, I can't shake this overwhelming dread coating my nerves and sinking into my bones, urging me to move. Driving me to jog home. The gentle sway of the bag on my arm becoming notably more violent as it begins swinging by my side.
My hands can't work fast enough as I try to unlock the front door. I break into a near sprint as I approach their door, slamming it open.
"MC?" I call, it's dark in their room, but I can just make out the shape of their body resting in their bed. "Oh, you're just sleeping." I mumble, walking up to their bed and setting the bag on the ground next to it.
"Hey, I gotcha some human world medicines." I whisper, pulling a few bottles from the bag. "C'mon, you gotta wake up and take some."
I can't help but roll my eyes at their lack of reaction. "Been spending too much time with Belphie." I reach up to shake their shoulder gently.
Nothing happens. So I try again, fingers gripping just barely tighter. Tight enough to feel the unsettling chill of their skin. It seeps through my fingertips and into my soul. Gripping my heart in white hot fear.
"MC, wake up." I shake them again. "MC." Their name falls from my lips like a plea. "MC please-" I grab their other shoulder. "MC!" Tears spill from my eyes, breath shaky and ragged. "Wake up!"
(Raghhhh, sorry about this)
-Your dear friend, the author
#obey me shall we date#obey me x reader#obey me#mammon x reader#obey me mammon#obey me diavolo#diavolo x reader#obey me angst#why did i make this#send help#obey me leviathan#obey me x mc#obey me belphegor
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No cause imagine your at a party and start to feel uncomfy you so call Abby and she immediately drops everything to come get you. She would wait outside the car for you to come out and then kneel by the passenger seat asking if your ok 🥺
waaaaa :(
weird poorly written drabble below, possessive!abby, college!abby, men being weird :/
maybe it was just the mood you were in— perhaps you shouldn’t have gone out at all. you were with a group of friends that you weren’t all that close to, and they had all one by one abandoned you to go and get off with someone from the party. you regret drinking as you stand in the corner, not feeling too great anymore — when you notice a guy leering at you from the other side of the room. you snap your eyes away, not wanting him to feel invited by your gaze and busy yourself by pulling out your phone.
you’re scrolling through your settings, anything to look busy and your heart rate picks up, still feeling the creeps eyes on you.
“you’re way too hot to be alone. c’mon. come dance. put that phone down.” the guy pulls your arm, suddenly infront of you and you nearly drop your phone. you grip it tighter, backing up a little.
“sorry, uh — i need to make a call.”
“whatever. you’re not all that anyway.”
you rush out the room, hot in the face and deeply unsettled, hitting abby’s name in your contacts. you stood in the backyard, swivelling around to check he hadn’t followed you as you pressed your phone to your ear, shivering a little in the evening chill.
“Hey baby, you okay?” the comforting voice of your girlfriend came through the line.
“hi abby, uh — i don’t… i don’t really wanna be here i drank too much and there’s this guy being creepy and—”
“what guy? hey, i’ll come and get you yeah? where are your friends?” she was quick, and you could hear the shuffling sound of her getting up to shove her shoes and jacket on.
“um, i don’t know. i don’t — they just all left me.” your voice cracked a little, and abby pushed down the irritation of your friends being so inconsiderate.
“alright, it’s okay i’m coming. just putting my shoes on. you wanna stay on the phone to me?” she urged, cursing under her breath as she stumbled around looking for her other shoe.
“no i think i’m gonna get myself a glass of water. can you just text me when you’re here?” you whimper quietly, not trying to seem like a total loser to any curious eyes.
“alright. be careful, yeah? text me the address, i’ll be as quick as i can.”
you said goodbye, texting your whereabouts and headed back inside on high alert— luckily, not coming across the creep. you manoeuvred your way through the crowd as well as you could, trying to avoid getting caught between sweaty bodies. opening the cupboard you pulled out a glass and filled it up at the tap, leaning against the sink and sipping at the cold water. you stayed there, letting the liquid soothe you until your phone buzzed, text reading ‘Outside’ from Abby.
you all but rushed out of there, relieved to see your girlfriend stood outside her car, concerned expression on her face. her arms were folded over her chest, wearing her black bomber jacket and jeans, her braid hanging down her back. you walked over to her, still pretty tipsy and grabbed her jacket, just to touch her. her brows were furrowed as she cupped your cheek with a large hand, tilting you up to look at her.
“you okay?” she cooed quietly.
“just wanna go.” you nodded, and she nodded back in confirmation, pushing off the car and opening your door for you, helping you in. once you were in, she jogged around and climbed inside, driving away.
you were two streets away when she spoke. “what happened with the — you said there was a creepy guy?” she glanced at you. the road was smooth and empty at this time of night, and you figured you’d probably get home sooner than you usually might.
“oh, um. yeah. he was staring at me all weird and then he came over and told me to get off my phone and dance with him and he pulled my arm so hard i nearly dropped my phone.” you recalled, and on the last sentence — abby didn’t react, just slowed the car and began turning her wheel, hitting a U-turn in the middle of the wide street. “and when i said i needed to make a call he started insulting—” you trailed off slowly, noticing the car heading back where you came from. “abby?”
“what’d he look like?” she didn’t look at you. she didn’t even look angry, just calm — which you knew by now was worse.
“abby.”
“i just wanna talk to him for a minute. what did he look like?” she pushed, voice still calm, eyes on the road.
you hesitate for a moment before recounting. “uh… he had a grey shirt on. had a picture of some kind of beer brand on it i think. he had a blue hat on and wore it backwards… uh… black hair…” you watched her uneasily as she parked the car right where it was when she picked you up.
“alright. i’ll be one minute.” she opened her door and you grabbed her bicep making her pause and look at you, half way out the car.
“what are you gonna do?”
“tell him not to ever touch my girl, ever.” she frowned like it was obvious and you sighed, letting go. the door remained open as she jogged up to the door, letting herself in— no one acknowledging her presence from what you could see before she shut it. a minute went by, and then another. you were about to get out and go inside to look for her when the door opened and abby walked out, leisurely paced— much like the way she entered, still pretty calm.
“alright, we can go now. sorry baby, know you just wanted to get home.” she murmured, clipping her seat belt back on.
“s’okay.” you replied quietly, head turned to look out the window at the house, watching to see if anyone followed her out or looked mad. they didn’t, and the two of you drove away.
you watched the way she drove, her strong profile staring out at the road. your eyes travelled down her strong arm, bicep bulging even through the jacket, her hand gripping the wheel. her bright red knuckles.
“abby, did you talk to him?” you ask, eyes not leaving her hand.
“yeah, babe.”
you paused, continuing to stare before looking at her. “you hit him.” you emphasise, and she says nothing— blinking at you for a moment, following your gaze that was back on her knuckles. “you said you were gonna talk to him.”
“i did.” she shrugged. “and then i hit him.” she added, looking like she wanted to chuckle a little. you sat silently, thinking over her actions. abby really went to the end of the world to protect you, and well — it’s not like he didn’t deserve it. you pictured her in there, towering over him, pounding her knuckles into his cheek making him fall over. you just hoped this wouldn’t get her in any kind of trouble.
“you didn’t have to do that.” you spoke after a while.
“its okay, was just one punch. i didn’t beat the fuck out of him like i wanted to.”
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I think it's angst time >:)
Maybe Pav and Gayatri are having their first-ever serious couple argument, and Reader just happens to walk in the room at the wrong time, causing them to either snap or yell at you. Or maybe Readers teasing goes too far, and feelings get hurt?
Maybe there could even be a chase scene, I think that would be pretty fun :3
(Anyways, this is the first pavitr gayatri anon, I've decided to name myself "Partly Cloudy Anon" based on the current weather here lmao. The Yandere Pav and Gayatri honestly had been kicking my legs!! I really love you you emphasized they weren't just lovesick for you, but also for each other!
Most yandere couples I've read had them be normal about each other and while that is fun to read, there's just something so intriguing about Pavitr and Gayatri being just as yandere for each other just as they are for the reader. I can't really put a word to it right now, but I'm just so invested in them <3. I've been rambling for quite a while now, so have a good day!)
-Partly Cloudy Anon
𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙚
Cw: Poly!gn!reader x Pavitr Prabhakar x Gayatri Singh, arguing, aged up!characters, gaslighting, manipulation, toxic relationship,
Notes: For the most part is not yandere, but I imagined this as the moment the relationship would become more consuming eventually leading to the things I said in the yandere headcanons.
Thank you so much for your words 🥺 and I'm happy you picked an anon name, sorry if this took kinda long, I hope you have a nice day<3
You came back from work, took the key from your pocket and before you opened the door, you heard your partners raising their voices, this isn't an unfamiliar noise to get to, but this time you didn't heard any laughs along with it, you entered the doorway and as you came to the hall, the words being _yelled_ instead of spoken became more clear, you stood worried in the doorway outside of the room
"You don't understand what I'm trying to even say! You don't want to listen!"
"Maybe I don't want to listen because it's all shit excuses!"
You slightly flinched at their voices being so aggressive, you figured it'd be best if you left for a bit until they solved whatever they had going on, so you walked towards the front door, moving carefully. The fighting seemed to get closer, but you heard one particularly loud yell, it was Pavitr's.
"I don't want to hear anything from you!" The door was slammed
You cursed your luck as you stood very rigid and still while Pavitr approached. "Y/N... Are you going away?" His voice cracked and he sounded out of breath, he reached for your wrist, never hurting it. Gayatri followed him "What do you mean she's going away?" She sounded so hurt, almost mad.
You spoke, calmly, afraid they'll get you in between of what they were fighting again, you never head them had an argument before, in all the years you were together, but this one seemed bad, and you'd hate to take sides, you were dating both and loved them both, and it was okay if they had disagreements sometimes, but you didn't want to think about what would happen if it escalated. "I want you to resolve your differences, I really don't want to be in between" fear flashed past their eyes, so you quickly shut down what they were thinking "I mean going somewhere else for the afternoon, I'll be back, I'm not leaving"
Pavitr's grip became tighter.
"But you are, you are leaving." He said shakily
"You can't leave, I- it's not my fault, you can't leave if I-" Gayatri's sweet voice sounded darker than ever
You've never seen him like this, and it started upsetting you "You don't decide when I leave, I told I'll be back" you stand firm, setting a boundary, you shake your hand hoping he'll let you go, but he doesn't, he just stares at you.
Gayatri looks at you with the same souless expression. "Don't." It's all she says
"Let me go!" You are bewildered at both their sudden change of demeanor, and how rapidly they forgot their feud.
You violently shake your hand and Pavitr lets go out of surprise, you hurry to the door and start running outside, you never thought you'd have run from your loving partners, your highschool sweethearts. You run towards the street market, hopefully it'll be easier to hide.
You feel them running towards you, they see you disappear into the crowded street, Pavitr feels the urge to run and run no matter what, until he finds you, but he refuses to leave Gayatri behind, she's slowly dancing on the edge of goal-directed apathy and losing her mind, at one moment she begs her boyfriend to find you no matter what, but then she sees him get away and fears for abandonment, she needs him close, she loves, she can't lose him, she doesn't care for an argument, she doesn't even care for morals, she cares about having the people she loves by her side. Always by her side
You heard them get close, you moves in circles, waves, careful mentally choreographed steps, with so much intricacy it felt like you were dancing. Like a tango, no, not like that, you weren't being seduced, you were getting chased. Like a cueca, you evaded, dodged their advances, while they ran and showed their might, their craving to have you.
You reached a dark alley, and you realized there was no way out, you reached the end, you turned your back to the wall and looked at both in the eye, Gayatri's usually slicked and perfectly styled hair was now sweaty and messy, Pavitr's golden retriever smile was now a manic gaze and tensed muscles. You stand on your feet firm, straightened spine, talking with authority, hiding the knot of complicated feelings you had building inside you.
"I won't love you anymore if you hurt me. I want an explanation to why you chased me down the streets like I'm a runaway prisoner."
"We won't hurt you, we just wanted to talk"
"You think you can fight and take it out on me? Is this what this is about? Because you seem pretty damn close since you started chasing me"
"We'll never do that, I was scared, we were scares you wouldn't love us because we were loud and mean, it was just a disagreement, you didn't do anything wrong, Y/N" your boyfriend was so sickeningly sweet you would have find him cute if not for the obsessive dark look in his brown eyes, paired with his buff figure blocking your way, keeping you from escaping.
"You just ran into the street, we were worried, right Pav? You were erratic, we thought you could hurt yourself" Gayatri sounded so genuinely concerned you could believe her if you hadn't been there. "Relationships have bumps, meeri jaan, that doesn't mean you can run away like that" she came closer, you flinched.
"I'm sorry we triggered you, we should've known better, knowing everything you went through" she was using the things you told her, the things you trusted her to know "but as you see, we worked it out, we just want you back so we can talk about it" she held your hand in hers, oh so delicately.
You mourned for your lovers, for the truly beautiful love you had, for the ones that wouldn't snap at you for being near the door, wouldn't gaslight you and treat you like you were stupid or crazy, for the ones that wouldn't make you feel small, unworthy. And you looked at them now, nothing left of them.
They couldn't have changed just one day, and you wonder when the switch truly went off, when does a man become a monster?
#I feel like this one wasn't particularly angsty so feel free to request again#atsv x reader#atsv pavitr#gayatri singh#pavitr prabhakar#pavitr x gayatri#pavitr x reader#gayatri x reader#spiderverse pavitr#pavitr x you#pavitr prabhakar x reader#yandere spiderverse#yandere pavitr#yandere pavitr Prabhakar#pavitr prabhakar x you#partly cloudy anon
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devotion (zhongli brainrot)
note !! crack brainrot inspired by Barbara and Venti's dynamic// also a sort of twist on my previous work, age gap (zhongli)!
Imagine being in a mutual pining scenario with Zhongli where both your feelings are just so obvious. You've known each other for quite a while now, so it'll be okay if he confesses, right?
But to his surprise, you reject him. You're all shy and sympathetic as you try to turn him down.
"I'm sorry, mister Zhongli. I do genuinely like you but.. but..."
"But?"
"But my heart and body belongs to my god, Rex Lapis! I simply can't bring myself to be in a relationship, not when I'm still in mourning."
Externally, Zhongli looks like this 😃
Internally, he feels like this 🤡
Zhongli doesn't have a lot of regrets in his very long long life, but dam–
But let's say that somehow, he manages to woo you into saying yes anyway. Something about how "Rex Lapis would want you to live happily" or maybe you are ready for a relationship with him now despite your strong devotion to the geo archon.
In fact, dating him could go really well too! He indulges you in stories that you can't even find on any textbook (wow, your boyfriend sure knows a lot!) and he values Liyue's history just as much as you do.
But there are times when it's just... 😃
Zhongli walking into your home for the very first time to see little statues, posters, and shrines of Rex Lapis
Sleeping with Zhongli but instead of cuddling him, you're cuddling an 8 feet long dragon plushie of him
(he kind of wants to throw the plush away, it takes up his space on the bed 😑)
Zhongli having to deal with comments about him—
"It must be cool to have a geo vision, controlling the element of our lord, Rex Lapis 😙"
"I bought Rex Lapis relics! We can put it in our bedroom."
"These fruits aren't for you. I'll be offering it in the shrine later."
The poetic irony in you clarifying with him that you're a devotee before you're his lover. (Rex Lapis > Zhongli)
"Zhongli, I love you but my heart will always first and foremost belong to Rex Lapis..."
Whenever you do something bad, you also tend to turn to Rex Lapis for forgiveness
"Oh how will I ever be forgiven now?" 😭
"Darling, I'm sure Rex Lapis doesn't mind..."
"You don't know that!"
You gush with Xiao over your shared devotion to Rex Lapis. Xiao indulges you but he's highkey pitying Zhongli because imagine being second best to yourself
GUSHING OVER THE GEO ARCHON STATUE
"It looks so cool!!"
"Love, don't you think I look kind of like that?"
"Hm... no offense, Zhongli, but..."
"🫤" *that's literally me* moment
#hira brainrot#zhongli#zhongli x reader#genshin zhongli#genshin#genshin impact#genshin imagines#xiao#genshin xiao#genshin hcs#genshin fluff#genshin brainrot
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You know what. I feel like requesting a Nightcrawler dubcon/noncon fic. I just want him to absolutely worship darlings body and just overstimulate them as they sit on his face or anything really. He’s really been popping in and out of my mind all day 😂
Yandere Nightcrawler/Darling: Confession
TW: Noncon
"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was two weeks ago."
A friendly, warm voice came from the other side of the confessional.
"Please, confess your sins, my son."
Kurt closed his eyes and sighed, resting his head in his hands. "My impure thoughts and feelings for the woman I've harmed, they haven't left no matter how much I've tried to temper them. And I know it sounds mad--maybe it doesn't, considering my appearance--But what I feel, what I DID, it isn't natural. This...the desire I have, it wouldn't leave me! It consumed my every thought until I acted on it." His hands shook. "I gave into my temptation, and I have sinned greatly."
He had spent hours trying to fall asleep and ignore the tent in his pajamas, and finally giving into his urges. But a few minutes in, the fantasy of actually having ____ in his arms just left him more and more frustrated. Why did he have to settle for his hands and imagination? What was so wrong with wanting her like this? Why was he so afraid of confessing how he felt? Surely she knew already, with how transparent he was around her: calling her sweet names in German, letting his hands linger whenever he could, playfully rubbing her cheek or giving her hugs and squeezes.
His heart raced as he impulsively pulled the waistband of his boxers up and teleported to ____'s room with a small cloud of blue smoke falling around him. "Kurt," ____ murmured drowsily. "Izzat you? What're you doing here? What time izzit?"
He kept silent and took a few steps towards her, and hesitantly reached out to rest his hand on her sheets. He's already here, so close to her, so close to having her hand in his. If he gave into this, he didn't know how far he would go. "I couldn't sleep," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "I'm sorry I woke you, but..." His smile faded. " I need to tell you something," he said shakily. "And it can't wait until tomorrow."
____ moved her upper body to sit up and face him. He sounded serious. She placed her hand on his and squeezed his three fingers. "Hey, it's ok. What's wrong, Kurt?"
"Mein Gott, her eyes were so full of concern for me," Kurt murmured, his voice cracking. "And her hand was so soft; all those nights I've spent imagining it and relishing every time our skin came into contact whenever we were together, it couldn't have ever been enough. And I..."
Kurt shivered and before he realized it, he had crashed his lips into hers. ____ let out a muffled cry of surprise as Kurt cupped her face with both hands and crawled onto the bed with her. When he finally pulled away, the two of them were panting softly. "I love you, and I've wanted you--needed you--for so long,"he sighed. Her eyes shone from the dim moonlight peeking through the blinds as he stared down at her. "Just indulging myself with my hand can't satisfy my...Please, please, with me..." He kissed her chin, lower jaw, and then her neck. "You can feel it too, can't you?" He rubbed his growing bulge against her thighs and the two of them moaned softly.
She felt him ease her thighs apart and she turned her head away to break the kiss, just to catch her breath and mentally catch up with everything that was happening. There's no way this was still a dream, right? Kurt, the devout Catholic, admitting to jerking off to her? Climbing on top of them and rutting against her like this?
"Kurt, wait," her protested. "This is...I like you, but...this is a sin, right?" She fought against that growing heat between her legs and tried to move away from him. "I thought sex outside of marriage wasn't okay according to the Church--"
He cupped her cheek and rubbed her soft skin with his thumb while smiling and kissing her neck. "Do you want to marry me?" He imagined ____ embracing him at the chapel, dressed in white and looking just as radiant as the ring on her finger. "Just say the word and I'll call the church tomorrow. We can be together, forever."
____ whined softly as Kurt moved his other hand to knead her breast. "But if we do this now, you'll get in trouble, won't you? I don't want you to risk your--I don't know, your purity or whatever gets put at risk if you sleep with someone that isn't your wife or husband." He moved his lips lower to kiss and suck at her other breast after pulling her shirt down. "And...and this is all happening at once, and I'm--Can't we slow down or--wait!"
Kurt's fingers left her breast and she felt them rubbing up and down her slit. "Surely you don't think I'm a virgin, liebling?" He chuckled softly. "I've lived a very...ah, colorful life. But with you, I lost all of my usual confidence." He curled his finger inside of her to rub a velvety spot that left her gasping. "I just...ach, how can I describe it?" He thought back to every time he would see ____ and get this sudden urge to tear off her clothes, wrap his tail around her bare thigh, and pin her down even if she tried to push him away--only to snap back to reality and realize what a horrible, covetous, sinful desire he'd had. He hadn't ever felt this before with someone he loved. Part of him prayed that it was merely his father's influence trying to draw him to a darker path. It couldn't come from within him. It couldn't solely be his own sin. "I'm so sorry, ____. You bring out the devil in me..."
"Schatz," he moaned, "You're not wearing anything here..." His fangs grazed her hardened nipple and he felt her entrance clench involuntarily around his fingertips. "Were you waiting for me to come? Have you been thinking of me the way I've spent so many nights thinking of you?"
Before ____ could protest, tell him he was wrong, to listen to her, he moved his thumb in circles around their clit and slowly eased one finger inside of her warmth. "____, you feel so, so nice," Kurt sighed with a smile. "I'm almost worried that you're melting around me. And your kleine Perle..." He smirked and twirled his thumb even faster, making ____ buck her hips and squeal underneath him. He wrapped his other arm around her from behind to arch her back and reach even deeper inside of her while she grew louder and her breaths got more shallow and rapid. God, she felt so wonderful and he was only using his hands and mouth to explore her.
Once he felt her slick starting to run down his wrist, he bit his lip and kissed her cheeks and lips again. "I can't wait any longer. I need you--us, together." He slowly pulled his finger out of her and put it to his lips to taste her "honey" and marveled at just how sweet she was dripping on his tongue like this. "I'll confess tomorrow," he promised, leaning down to continue kissing her neck and collarbone as he aligned his cock with her slick lower lips. "I'll repent, I'll find a way to atone for what I'm doing." His voice broke as he entered her inch-by-inch. "Please, tell me the truth, Schatz. You haven't spoken since you told me to wait." He looked down at her and two faint trails of tears shone on his dark azure cheeks as he smiled. "I'm harming you in the worst way possible, aren't I. You still want me to stop, don't you?"
____ felt a lump form in her throat as he looked at her and he stilled himself after bottoming out inside of her. This was all too sudden, even if she did have feelings for him. Why couldn't he have just listened to her and stopped after that kiss? Why couldn't he have just waited to confess to her until tomorrow? Why did this feel so good when she felt like curling into a ball and crying? "This isn't...I didn't want it to be like this," she whimpered, starting to cry.
He held her close and rubbed her shoulders as she clung to him for comfort. That dark sinister part of his mind crept out again, and even as he was trying to console her he started to rock his hips. He felt her trembling lips against him, and then felt them press against his chest. Then his collarbone. Then his neck. He pulled back in shock and stared down at her as he moved a bit faster. She had tears running down her face just like him, but her eyes were half-lidded with something else besides exhaustion. She slowly blinked up at him and reached up to touch his cheek. "But I still really, really like you," she confessed in a thick voice. "And hate you. And...God, fuck, please don't stop now, Kurt!"
Tears fell onto the wooden floor of the confessional. "I was corrupted, and now I've corrupted her. I seduced her, I--I don't know how or why I did it, why I didn't try harder to resist whatever is inside me! I should have done more, I never should have..."
Kurt crashed his lips against hers and pushed her thighs up to reach deeper inside of her delectably tight cunt. "I'm so, so sorry," he moaned, "Engele, you feel so wonderful--"
"Apologize tomorrow," ____ shot back, sniffling and moving her hips in line with his pace. She can hate him tomorrow, he can beg for a forgiveness she can never truly give him, but right now she needed to chase this high with him. "Please, just please keep going, don't stop, Kurt..."
She wrapped her arms around him as he went faster and faster, biting her lip and hating herself for smiling as he repeatedly pounded a sensitive spot inside of her. The tip of his tail grazed her thighs as it involuntarily bobbed back and forth, almost like it had a mind of its own as Kurt reached his peak. The two of them came with a sharp gasp, and Kurt muffled her keening cry with his mouth as she twitched and squeezed around him like a vice.
The two of them eventually broke the kiss and Kurt wrapped his arms around her in a sickeningly loving embrace after slowly setting her thighs back down onto the bed. Neither of them spoke and Kurt had continued to stroke her sides gently until, hours later, she fell asleep. He closed his eyes and resolved to go to the church tomorrow. He had to confess, he had to seek guidance on how to right such a terrible wrong--and, if it were the case, he needed to find out of somehow Azazel or some other dark force was somehow influencing or possessing him. If the priests couldn't help, then perhaps Jean or the Professor could help cure whatever was wrong with him.
That shadow left him with one more thought before he drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Hell was an eternity of flames meant to torture the wicked, but the warmth and softness of ____ around him seemed worth condemning his soul.
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Confessions (Eris X Reader) *
Warnings: Angst, and my first fic with smut. So yeah, a little plot but mostly SMUT. Oral, female receiving, actual sex, and maybe a sweet talking kink.
Eris and the emissary both have hidden feelings, but Eris has never been good at expressing emotions, especially jealousy...
I walk down the hall, trying not to listen to the intensely infuriating male tailing me, bragging loudly about how back in the throne room how he had managed to convince his father to join forces with the Summer Court. My court.
“I’m just saying-” He drawled, staring at me as he kept pace with my increasingly fast footsteps. “Wasn’t it supposed to be your job to convince them? Maybe if I sucked up to Tarquin as much as you do, I could be emissary too-”
I turned towards him, diplomacy be damned- and pinned him against the wall, letting him see the raging power in my eyes. “I don’t know what your problem is today lordling, but I will not tolerate your ridicule.”
He grinned, fire swirling in his eyes as he looked at my arms, caging him against the wall. “How bold of you emissary, and here I thought you were here to please me.”
I snarled, dropping my arms and storming off.
Not looking back to see if he followed me, I went into my room, slamming the door behind me.
I hissed as I ran my hands through my ornately styled hair, ruining hours of hard work.
For the most part, I had grown to like the male. There was more to him than people thought. I had seen with my own eyes that when he had an option between good and bad, he chose to do good.
Sometimes we would flirt a bit too, but never had he spoken to me like that. Not like the way he did with everyone else.
I stormed over to my bed, grabbing one of the fluffy pillows and shoving it to my face, screaming into it.
I hated it. I hated this. Because for the last week, I had been working up the courage to tell him…
Fuck, I still couldn’t even imagine saying it to him, especially right now.
You know how the worst thing they could say is no? Well, Eris is a walking demonstration that isn’t the case.
I had seen him completely destroy people if he found them, or what they did distasteful.
Maybe I thought he was a good male, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be cruel if the mood struck him.
I looked in the long mirror that towered over me. I looked like an absolute mess.
I tore out the circlet I was wearing, along with all the other pretty jewels.
Staring into the mirror, I stared into my own eyes, speaking softly to myself.
“I love you. That’s all you have to say. Three stupid little words.”
Leaning my head against the mirror, I felt pathetic.
I was way too sober for this.
A few drinks later in the privacy of my room, not only was I still not ready, I felt even more pathetic.
Being a little tipsy, I decided to take a walk, hoping to calm my nerves and clear my head.
It wasn’t long before I was walking through the hallways, barely cleaned up enough to be presentable, but no one was out at this hour anyway.
I saw the hall that led to the library, and I paused.
The smell of books and the stories they held always cheered me up. I was sure a good book and a comfy chair could help my hurting heart.
I entered the library only to see the red headed male that smelled of cider, crisp autumn air, and fire that consumed my nights and days.
He looked up, noticing me right as I was turning to leave.
“Y/N, please…”
I paused, my breath caught in my throat as I waited for him to continue.
“I’m sorry.” His voice cracked as he spoke, and I turned around to see his red hair hanging in his eyes as he looked up at me, lips slightly parted and his eyes wide with a mixture of guilt and loneliness.
“Why did you even say all of that in the first place?” I asked, letting the door close as I walked further in, standing next to him.
He looked up at me and swallowed thickly. “I was jealous.”
My breath caught as I stared into the depths of his beautiful red eyes. “Of who? Tarquin?”
His hands fisted and he looked away. “Of Tarquin, of all the males who look at you, of all the males you flirt with. I’m jealous of all of it.”
He laughed, the sound devoid of joy. “I’m pathetic, aren’t I? Not only do I not tell you how I feel, but I make you suffer for it.”
I don’t even think he realizes what he's confessing.
Moving so I was right in front of him, I took his face in my hands, forcing him to look me in the eyes. “You are not pathetic, you are not bad,” I pushed some of the hair out from in front of his eyes, “You have had a hard life, a life where your family taught you to be cruel. I see the scars you hide that your father inflicts. I know that inside you have the potential to be great.”
His eyes are tearing up, looking up at me as if I was some sort of deity, blessing him.
“I know this, because I love you Eris. I’ve loved you for so very long, and I know that you have a good heart.”
It takes him a moment to realize what I had said, the meaning.
Before he can respond, I lower my lips to his, kissing him softly before pulling back.
He blinked, his whole demeanor changing in milliseconds as he shot up, his hands interlacing in my hair as he pressed his lips to mine, his tongue exploring as I let out a slight whimper.
Drawing back, his breath came out in pants, and I could tell he was barely holding himself back.
Lust clouded my mind, and I barely heard what he said. “What?” I murmured, wishing his lips were back on mine again.
“Did you mean it? Do you love me?” He asks, and I’m suddenly stone cold sober at the vulnerability in his eyes.
I once again bring my hands up to cup his face, stroking his jawline gently. “I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. I was just so sure you’d see my flaws and turn me away. I was a coward.” I say the last part, looking away so I don’t have to see the look on his face as he realizes what a huge mistake he’s made.
He gently guides my face so I’m once again looking him in the eyes, and he looks down at me with such love and wonder that I almost crumple right then and there.
“I would never turn away from you my darling. Never you.” He leaned down, placing his mouth on my neck, speaking in between kisses, “You are an angel.” I struggled not to let out a moan as the scent of his arousal hit me, his hands massaging my hips gently. “Ever since I first saw you, that first snarky remark, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
He drew back, looking down at me lovingly. “You are too good for me, but now that I know that you like me back, I will fight like hell to make sure I can keep seeing that sassy little smirk you love to send my way.”
“I love you.” I said, throwing my arms around his shoulders. “And I never want to be apart from you again.”
He growled, and I squeezed my thighs together, trying to keep my wits about me as I started to drown in this male.
Hoisting me up, he turned us, placing me on the large comfy chair he had just been lounging in.
“Do you want this?” He asked, his thumbs gently grazing my hardened nipples as his voice dropped an octave, staring at my already abused lips.
I nodded, and he stopped breathing for a moment, pinching one of my nipples while whispering into my ear, “Use your words.”
“Please Eris-” I begged, whimpering as I tried to pull him closer.
He grinned, his eyes predatory as he dropped to his knees. “Don’t worry angel, I’m going to take good care of you.”
Slowly, he felt every inch of my thighs, going to reach for my panties and hissing when he found me already bare.
“Oh naughty girl. Were you hoping this would happen?” He asked, chuckling as he pushed my dress up, placing my legs over his shoulders.
I opened my mouth to respond, but I only moaned as he dove in, his tongue flicking my clit and licking alternately.
I lost all sense of time as I was oh so slowly brought closer to the edge, that coil in my stomach tightening as I realized I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.
“Eris, I’m so close-” I said through whimpers, moaning as he once again flicked my clit.
I could feel him grin into my most private parts as he pushed two fingers into my slickness, curling his fingers and making my hips buck involuntarily. “Eris, please!” I whined, rolling my hips in an attempt get him to start moving again, and he laughed darkly.
“I’ve been waiting to taste you forever angel. When you come on my tongue, I want to be the only thing you’re thinking about.” He said, his voice so seductive I almost came right there.
“You’re the only thing on my mind all the time,” I said, letting out little noises of pleasure as he pumped his fingers, once, twice.
He grinned. “That’s my girl.”
He dove back in, tongue and fingers working in tandem, pushing me over the edge of bliss, calling out his name as my body shook from the pleasure he drew from me.
He kept going, drawing out my pleasure as long as possible.
I was a puddle as he drew his fingers out, sucking my juices off of them before leaning down to kiss me again.
I could feel his hardness pressing through his pants, and I pushed into it with the palm of my hand, eliciting a hiss from him.
“My naughty angel. Do you want my dick inside you?” He asked breathlessly, nuzzling my neck before dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin, and he groaned in time with my moan.
“I need you Eris. I need you in me now.” I pleaded, working at the buttons of his pants.
He pressed a kiss to my forehead, suddenly gentle. “Let me.”
Undoing the rest of the buttons, his member sprung free and my mouth watered from how big he was.
He picked me up, spinning us around so he was sitting and I was held aloft above him.
I waited for him to push in, but as I looked at his face, I realized he was giving me complete control.
Smiling softly, I lowered myself slowly, both of us moaning as I made it all the way down.
He helped me move up and down slowly as he spoke. “I’ve never felt like this for someone before. You scare the hell out of me because I’m falling, and I knew that if you told me you felt the same way, you would completely own me.”
I gasped as he started to rub my clit, unable to form words eloquently, I said, my voice guttural, “You’re mine.”
Our pace sped up and he growled, playing with my clit more roughly as his other hand went to my breast, massaging it as he took the nipple of my other breast into his mouth, making me moan in an obscene way.
He let go with his mouth, my brain frying as I once again reached the edge of bliss.
“And you’re mine.” he growled, thrusting hard and hitting that spot, and I let out a scream of ecstasy as he reached it with me, and he pushed his lips to mine, silencing me as we rode out the rest of our orgasms.
When we were done, he gently pulled me off, and I moaned.
“I love you, Angel.” He said, nuzzling my neck and pulling me into a hug.
I sighed in joy, my heart fluttering out of my chest. “And I love you Lordling.”
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Our Secret - Neymar Imagine
Summary:
You and Neymar have been in a secret relationship for 1 year now, but the media doesn't know except for your close people. Everything is going great except the videos of him with his exes on your feed everyday.
I met Neymar during the most difficult period of my life. That's why I call him anjo, an angel. He pulled me out of the toxic environment I was living in. Our relationship has always been amazing since the first day we met. Our personalities fit very well together. He's very mature for a serious relationship, but still keeps his childish, funny guy part of him alive, and that's why I adore him. On the other hand, I'm a very positive person, I hardly get mad at stuff. I, too, am a very funny person.
I moved in with Ney two months ago. It's not like I felt a big difference since I spent most of my nights at his place anyway. I'm loving everything about us right now. Except for one thing.
We have to be very cautious when we're in public. We still haven't announced our relationship to the public yet. On one hand, I get Neymar, he wants to keep our relationship to ourselves as long as we can. But, on the other hand, this is making it difficult for me to go online and not see a post that would upset me. I'm not media trained, fame wasn't a part of my life before Ney.
Before Neymar started dating me, he had a very long relationship with Bruna. They were very much in love, which is why people want them back together. I never met her, but she seems to be a very nice and beautiful person. I hate to admit it, but that makes me feel kind of insecure about myself. I mean, I love myself. I work on my physical and mental state a lot. But, I can't just look pretty effortlessly, or laugh hard without making a weird noise. I don't show these insecurities to Neymar though. I don't want him to think less of me.
It was a Saturday afternoon, I just got out of a shower and did my skincare routine and I decided to watch a movie. I laid on our comfy bed and put the laptop on my lap, holding a bag of chips next to me. I decided to scroll on my social media before starting a movie.
That was a very bad idea. I ended up scrolling for 1 hour, before I put myself to sleep crying. I ended up ditching the movie and the snacks. My TikTok feed practically looked like a Neymar & Bruna fanpage. There were a lot of old videos of them kissing, hugging, during photoshoots and during some of Neymar's most important moments.
Neymar's POV:
We had training on Saturday, usually we never do. I was very exhausted from everything I couldn't wait to go home and crash on the bed with Y/N. Once, I stepped inside the apartment, I realized its was very quiet. Maybe she's in the bathroom.
"Bebê, I'm home!" I yell out to her, which she usually responds by running in my arms like a crazy person tackling us both to the floor. I love her for this.
I put my stuff on the floor and make my way to the bedroom. I crack the door open slowly and I see her laying on the bed sleeping with her back turned to the door. I decide to change into some comfy clothes and lay down with her.
Once I lay on the bed, I realize the laptop was open on the bed, a bag of chips was crushed under her and she has her phone on her hands. She must've fallen asleep with her phone.
I cracked a small smile and kissed her forehead softly. She looks likean angel.As I reached to kiss her lips, I could feel her wet cheeks. Was she crying before she feel asleep? When I first got here, I decided not to wake her up, but now I'm concerned, I want to talk to her.
"Bebê...Y/N. Can you wake up?" I shake her arm slowly.
She opens her eyes and mumbles something and shuts her eyes again.
"Y/N, amor. Are you okay? I ask her, now I'm very concerned, she looked tired.
She finally opens her eyes all the way and I can see her eyes are very red. I remove all the things from my way and lay next to her pulling her head on my chest.
"Amor, why were you crying? Did something happen? Can you talk to me, please?" I ask her while I'm stroking her head.
There was a 2-3 minute silence before I felt hot tears on my chest, she was silently crying. I sit up straight and move her head so I'm making eye contact with her.
“Amor, can you please talk to me? Did something happen?” I say to her softly.
“I…I’ve been seeing a lot of videos from your past relationship on my feed. You seem very happy and comfortable on those videos. It makes me wonder if you ever want to go back to what you had and…and end things with me” she says in a barely audible voice, her voice cracking in the end.
I kiss her forehead, nose, lips repeatedly. While wiping away her tears with my thumbs.
“Y/N, I love you so much. I adore everything about you. Your voice, your smile, your lips, you sense of humor, your butt, your smell, everything. Bruna was a big part of my life and she always will be, but that doesn’t mean I love her the same way I love you.” I say to her hoping she believes everything I say. I can’t see her sad of things like these. Especially, when they aren’t true.
“But why are people so obsessed of seeing you two back together? What if you wake up one day and decide you want that too?” she asks softly.
“Amor, people obsess over long relationship. You’ve seen that happen with a lot of famous people, right? I know once the get to see you, they will fall in love with you just like I did. As for me, I wake up everyday feeling blessed of having you by my side.” I say to her and I kiss her lips softly.
I lay down and pull her to my chest. We stay like that for a couple minutes, she seems to have calmed down completely. She lifts her head off my chest wanting to say something to me.
“There’s this movie I didn’t have the chance to see, are you in?” she asks while making a funny smile, making me laugh.
“Hahaha, of course, bebê. Let me go grab some chips real quick.” I stand up quickly, kiss her forehead and leave the room.
"You don't have to Neyyyy. I got them somewhere hereee!!" she yells from the bedroom.
"Noo, you don't!! Your fat ass crushed them on your sleep!" I say back to her from afar. She hates it when I use the word fat ass. I like it when she gets mad and says stuff like 'my ass isss normaal sizee', oh , god, I adore her.
"HEEYYY!!"
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Breakfast in Bed (Undateables Edition)
finally finishing this ask!! the brothers version is right here
Content warnings: tooth-rotting fluff and domesticity
Diavolo
Diavolo has a busy schedule, so he can’t afford to lounge in bed often. Because of this, he only really has breakfast in bed when he’s sick.
When you bring him breakfast, he tips his head in confusion. You’ll have to explain to him that sometimes people do this for their loved ones, just because.
Once you do, he lights up. What a sweet gesture!
He’ll ask you to sit with him, and he makes sure you’ve eaten before he starts. He’d be more than happy to share with you either way.
Loves whatever you made, even if it’s burnt toast and a rock-solid egg. You went out of your way (and likely fought Barbatos) to do something nice for him. To say Dia’s soft is a massive understatement.
“Come to think of it, I believe my father mentioned doing this for my mother once… I never thought I would get to experience it myself. Thank you, MC. You truly make this castle feel more like a home.”
Barbatos
Much like Lucifer, Barbatos is up at the crack of dawn. You’ll have to be up real early to catch him still in bed.
This right here is an ‘acts of service’ man. Most of his life is about making others’ days easier, and he takes pride in it. Needless to say, it’s rare for him to be on the receiving end of such treatment.
At first, he’s a little uncomfortable because he’s not used to people seeing him in such a state. He’s in his pj’s, with bed head and drool on his pillow– yes, he is not as graceful a sleeper as one might think.
But then you sit on his bed, smiling and lovingly fixing some stray hairs, looking at him like he’s the world? Lord, he might just faint.
Maybe a little vulnerability is fine, actually, for the sake of love and domesticity.
Barbatos cups your cheek and pulls you down to kiss your forehead. His smile is unpolished, wide, and genuine.
“Thank you, my dear. It smells wonderful… May I be selfish and ask you to stay with me a while?”
Solomon
Bold of you to assume he even went to bed
Solomon is asleep at his desk when you find him, drooling on an old spellbook.
Extremely disoriented when you wake him up. He takes a minute to fully understand his surroundings, doing half-hearted stretches.
Once he’s somewhat conscious, he gives you a dopey grin and takes your hand with his eyes half-closed. You can see him mouth the word “morning,” but no sound comes out.
His mouth makes a little “o” when he sees what you made for him. He turns to you with wide, soft eyes– he doesn’t say anything, but the look he gives you says “really?”
He’s not blinking back tears you’re imagining things
Solo’s too sleepy to hide how he really feels. He tugs gently on your shirt to get you to lean down and plants a little kiss wherever he can reach. His voice is soft and slightly raspy from sleep.
“Thank you, MC… Let me wake up a little more, and I’ll return the favour.”
Simeon
Luke helped you cook whether you like it or not
Simeon wakes up once your side of the bed goes cold. He feels around for you and sits up when he realises you’re gone.
Shortly after, you and Luke waltz in with a tray, giggling at one another. Simeon feels Cupid’s arrow pierce his heart again, right then and there.
A rush of warmth fills his chest. Despite already being in a comfortable relationship with you, his stomach is in knots. Is this what having your own family is like?
His expression is the epitome of tenderness.
“Thank you, both of you. You know, MC, sometimes I think you’d make a good angel yourself.”
Luke
Luke is thrilled when he finds out you packed his lunch.
Despite his insistence that he’s not a kid and can make his own, there are stars in his eyes when you hand it to him.
The little man handles the container like glass while vibrating from excitement.
A picture of your cooking gets sent to Simeon and Barbatos later that day (NOT Solomon, lest he gets any ideas).
The next day, Luke packs you one in return and asks you to teach him some human-world recipes.
“Thank you so much!! Don’t pack a lunch tomorrow, okay? I want to make you something too!”
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Sorry, just discovered your public knowledge au, its hilarious. I think 'realistically' I like the Only Miraculous wielders & whoever they tell knows version as it could feel a bit less cracky though it'd still beg why they don't bring other heroes in to collectively stomp Gabriel as they know his location. Though that just has me imagining him palming it off on his various rich friends like a hot potato. Anyway two main thoughts:
`1: For the just Holders know AU, Gabriel owns up to his motives right away & almost convinces the kids. Except Fu shows up & reveals that its basically a monkeys paw and more people will die if he makes is wish. Gabriel insists he s smart enough to work around that (He also just doesn't care) but Tikki & Plagg are like, "Literally we have no control over this, it goes to shit every single time, sorry."
In essence, its his ego and control freak nature that mean Gabriel refuses to give up even when he and everyone else know he should quit. Its probably kind of a sad/rough start for Adrien especially, but also leads to very quick positive vibes with Marinette & more direct mentorship.
2: Rogercop be like
Chloe: Well, seeing as you won't do your damn job, how about our classes two super heroes show you up?
Adrien: I am one hundred percent down for that except I can't find Plagg!
Marinette: Ya know I've wanted to try this anyway, Luck Charm! (Gets a Plagg doll with his head snuck in the bracelet) Well that answers that.
Later
Tikki: How did you even get stuck we can phase through soli matter.., Oh this is interesting and maybe concerning.
Chloe: What can it do magic, is it a Miraculous?
Plagg: Well its tied to a Miraculous, where'd you find this?
Chloe: Back of my mothers cupboard?
Andre: You aren't meant to have that (Tries to snatch)
Chloe: Why, what is it!? Can it do magic?
Andre: If by magic you mean mind control you- don't break it you'll explode!
Chloe: Why do you own a mind controlling bracelet that only works on me and kills me if it breaks and why was it in a fucking dust covered pile of half forgotten trash!?
Andre: ... Its your mot- Gabriel's fault, blame him, now I have a meeting to get to bye! (Runs away)
Butterflies appear
Adrien: Dad, glad you could... Make it.
Gabriel: Well I am here now, also the Amok's treatment is very much 'not' my fault, it is like that because your parents don't love you.
Adrien: DAD!
Gabriel: I am a magical empath son, I know it to be true, your mother and I were much more careful with your Amok & sealed it away so it could never be used against you or damaged. Those two tossed it in a cupboard once they realized it couldn't just rewrite a babies personality, or any personality, to not need things like food or affection, if they hadn't already made the announcement they'd have probably smashed it or given it away.
Gabriel: By it I mean Chloe.
Chloe: Oh... (Uses the Amok to turn herself 'off' IE pass out)
Gabriel: Dammit, I was hoping the truth would cause her to explode in a rage never before seen and become my most powerful Akuma! I can't even use this self destructive self loathing, she's too depressed to even transform! (Leaves)
Honestly this started out kind of funny then I made myself sad.
Gabriel: I wonder if I should mention the sister they had made as a replacement. That one didn't turn out how they wanted either but they did skip the baby phase.
GOD the chaos there.
But also yeah the AU is mostly crack because tbh I can't see an identity reveal happening that doens't immediately lead to an ending one way or another.
But also OOF.
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“You are my sunshine.”
A/N: I just can’t get this little blurb out my head. I hope ya’ll enjoy this.
Imagine: You we’re watching Judith for Carl for a bit, and Judith wasn’t too happy about that, and was sure to let you know, you thought of a way that could calm her.
Setting: Season 6 Era, Carl had just lost his eye.
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“Hey, (Y/N)? Could you watch Judith for a minute. I forgot, I had to do something.” I nod, and he gently hands Judith over to me. He gives her one last glance, before leaving me alone with her.
Now, I’ve never had much experience with babies, only the times, when Beth asked if I wanted to hold her, and taught me how to swaddle, and change her. So, if that’s all I needed to do, I was good to go. But of course, Judith wanted to test my knowledge, once she started crying.
No one was there to help me. I checked her diaper, and there wasn’t anything in it. I looked around for anyone’s help, but sure enough, everyone wasn’t on the streets of the town. So I was on my own.
What do I do??
I thought back to my mental notes of Beth calming Judith down with no problem. But maybe she just had a way with babies. I thought of something that would calm me down, if I was scared or upset, and then next thing you know, I was singing.
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy, when skies are gray.
I found myself singing, “You Are My Sunshine,” I hadn’t sung in a long time, so my voice was a bit on the rough side, but I cleared me throat and keep going.
You’ll never know dear,
how much I love you.
Please don’t take my sunshine, away.
I paused, seeing that her crying died down, but she was still upset, so I decided to finish the song for her.
The other night, dear
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you
In my arms
As I sung this part, I held Judith closer to me, nuzzling my face against hers, causing her to smile and babble. I smiled, wide and keep singing.
When I awoke, dear
I was mistaken
So I hung my head and I cried
I back my face away from her own, but still close, and sung the last verse part softly to her.
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy, when skies are gray.
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please don't take, my sunshine away.
I backed away, moving her still growing hair out her face, before resting my hand on her stomach, noticing she had fallen asleep in my arms.
“Didn’t know you could sing.” A familiar figure came out, from somewhere.
“Jesus!” I whisper-yelled, trying to not wake Judith who had just fallen asleep. “Didn’t know you were good at sneaking up on people. How much did you hear?”
“Enough.” He said, with a sly look on his face and laughed as I rolled my eyes at him. He walked around the railing on the porch steps, hold his arms out to me. “I’ll take her inside.”
He says, gently placing Judith in his arms, I hurry to open the door for him, as he walked inside, and I leave it open a crack. “I’ll be right back.”
A couple seconds later, he walked out seeing me sitting on the porch steps, looking around, at nothing in particular.
“Hey.” I turn, smile seeing him sitting himself down next to me. “Hey.”
“You have a really good voice.” I smile and ‘thanked’ him. “I haven’t sung for a while, so my voice was quite hoarse.” I said, putting a hand on my throat, clearing it again. Then an awkward silence, loomed over us, like a heavy gray cloud.
“I have something for you.” He pulls out a small box, and hands it me. I eye him, and ask him ‘what it was,’ and he tells me to open it, simply.
I open it to reveal a necklace. It was a plain gold chained necklace. He tells me he found, the chain in an abandoned store whilst on a run. That seemed to be how we’d come to find all the items, we have today. But that didn’t stop me from telling him how beautiful, the piece of jewelry was, and ‘thanked’ him with a hug. It’s not much, but I am so grateful.
“What’s it for?” I ask, and he looks at me, surprised.
“As cheesy as it might sound..You are my sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray. You’ll never know, just how much I love you. And I thought this would do, just that.”
“You didn’t need to do for me, but thank you so so much. I love you so much. And I will treasure this, till the day zombies, stop roaming this earth.”
“So never?”
“Yep.” I said, leaning my head back down on his shoulder and he placed a soft yet gentle kiss to my head.
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About this: "Dorm room Marc" college!Marc Spector/ fem. reader. Warnings include past, recent rape, so much internalized victim blaming, violence. I'm adding community labels for this one, myself, because of the sensitive nature of this topic. Read at your own risk.
*sea of sadness*
You slam the bathroom door in Marc’s face, finally allowing yourself to burst into tears once the lock clicks in place. Vision blurred, you stumble to the combined shower-and-tub and fumble blindly for the handle, turning it on. Your body wash and conditioner—balanced precariously on the side of the tub—tumble against the porcelain, the sound ringing loud off the tiles.
Marc tries the handle, the sound of it rattling. Through the wood you hear his voice, low but increasingly panicked:
Open the door. Let me see you and I swear to fucking god I’ll leave you alone. Just show me you’re okay—open the door or I’ll take it off the goddamn hinges!
“Go away!” you shriek, stripping out of your shirt. It still smells like cigarette smoke, like the beer that girl spilled on you accidentally. She had been so drunk. What had happened to her? Had she ended up in one of the rooms like you did? Well, at least she would have being wasted as an excuse. What was your excuse? That you were scared? “I’m fine!”
You hear a soft thud and imagine it to be his forehead softly falling against the door.
“You went to that party, didn’t you,” Marc says, his quiet voice nearly washed away by the roar of the tub as it fills. “The one in campustown.”
You can’t even deny it—had felt guilty about even inviting him in the first place. Ever since he got in trouble with campus security in his sophomore year (the year he had beaten a guy outside of a frat house because he wasn’t taking no for an answer from his date), he had done his best to avoid the campus party culture. Marc was a strong guy, and when he was drinking, he could get angry. Never at you, nor at any small slight or problem. Once, a sorority girl had pushed a cupcake into his face during rush week, and he had only laughed and licked icing from his fingers. You knew that he had a complicated relationship with his mother, and it had made him very soft to women. Sometimes you even thought him eager to please.
But men—Marc did not have any tolerance for violence from them. He didn’t like the childish posturing that too-often came hand in hand with being a young male adult. He didn’t entertain it, and if one of them started something? Marc would finish it without blinking.
“You’re going there?” he had asked, immediately getting that dark look on his face, the one that came with the furrowed brow and the frown. “They’re all dicks in campustown. You don’t want to party there.”
Why hadn’t you just taken his word for it? You wondered as you slipped off your ruined leggings. You had already cleaned yourself up before ever even leaving the frat house, frantic wads of toilet paper rasping against the skin of your thighs in the tiny bathroom. There had been a fleeting thought that you shouldn’t. It was evidence, wasn’t it? But then the thought of your body as a crime scene was too much. You didn’t care. You weren’t going to tell anyone, not ever, not even—
“Let me in—please, honey, let me in. I swear to god, I just need to see you, I just—”
You collapse into the tub, the water scalding. Your shampoo and conditioner and body wash and shaving cream all float in the water like buoys in a sea of sadness, and you reach for one, cracking open the lid and dumping an obscene amount of strawberry scented shampoo into your hands. You scrub your hair free of product, pretending that the way your eyes burn is just from the soap and not your tears. Marc has gone silent outside the door, maybe he’s left at last, and the thought sends you curling up so that you can push yourself beneath the water, hands gripping the edge of the porcelain tub to keep your under, body burning, lungs burning, burning—
Strong hands grip your own, coaxing your fingers from their grip on the tub. You nearly suck in a gasp of tub water, just barely managing to surface, sputtering. Marc. He kneels on the tiles, reaching up to help wipe sudsy water from your eyes, and when you flinch away from him—
God. The look on his face. You could spend weeks analyzing that look. The sadness, the horror. The fury. But not at you, no, never at you. Marc is never angry at you. Not even when you’re stupid; not even when you deserve it. Sitting behind him on the sink is the bathroom door handle, the screws sitting innocuous beside it. He hadn’t needed to take the door off its hinges after all. Just two little screws.
“Do you need a doctor?” He asks, cupping your face jaw and turning it towards the unflattering fluorescent light. You know there isn’t anything there—perhaps makeup run down your cheeks, half-washed away—but no bruises. No scrapes. No split lips. That would mean you had fought back, wouldn’t it? And you hadn’t. You had just laid there and, and—
You shake your head no, mouth quivering.
Marc nods, mouth still set in a grim line. He takes in a deep breath, lets it out as a sigh, eyes falling shut briefly. Relief? Or is this the disappointment that you had feared?
“I’m sorry I broke in,” he says. He must be killing his ribs, leaning against the edge of tub like this, but you have pressed your hand to the other side of his where it cups your cheek and won’t let it go. So he stays pinned in place, your soft touch more binding than any chain or cuff could have been. His voice drops to a whisper, nearly lost over the sound of the tub which is still filling: “I was so scared.”
His fear might be the worst thing of all. You burst into further tears, clutching his hand to your cheek with both of your own now.
“I’m sorry!”
“Don’t be—shh, shh honey. It’s—” he almost says, It’s Okay. You know he does. But he doesn’t. Because none of this is okay, and both of you know it. “I’ll go if you want me to; I said I would. Give you some privacy?”
And oh, god. If you thought his fear was the worst, then you were wrong. The thought of Marc leaving, of being stuck in this dorm room alone…that is the worst. It’s the worst by far. Your hands leave his and tangle in his shirt, soaking it, like if you can grip him firmly enough then there’s no chance he can slip away.
“Don’t go!” you gasp, throat so tight that it feels like someone has their fist around it, choking the breath out of you. “Please don’t go! I don’t want to be alone!”
Marc hushes you again, so soft and gentle, pushing water droplets off your forehead before they can run into your eyes. He reaches out and shuts off the tap, and the bathroom is suddenly heaved into silence that batters against your eardrums louder than the bass had in campustown.
“I’m here. Never going anywhere,” he promises roughly. “Come here.”
“I’m gonna get you all wet.”
“Who gives a fuck, huh?” he wonders softly, gathering you in his arms. You realize your nakedness only distantly; Marc’s hands never stray anywhere inappropriate. You are completely at ease with him, and the relief that what happened—don’t think it, don’t think about it, don’t remember it, don’t—didn’t change your dynamic with him is so, so poignant it makes tears fill your eyes for a whole different reason. “Sure as hell isn’t me. Is it you?”
“Ain’t me,” you breathe, nose buried in the collar of his shirt.
“Smart girl. Scoot over. Make room.”
For a moment, you’re ashamed that a fissure of anxiety carves your chest open. Is he—no, surely not. The last thing Marc would do is try to make a move—
And you are proven right when—instead of trying to take his clothes off—Marc slips into the tub clothes and all. Even his socks. It is the strangest, most surreal image: cool Marc Spector sitting cross legged at the other end of the tub, arms spread out and resting on the ledge like he comes here often, water spreading up the navy of his t-shirt and turning it midnight blue.
You can’t help but laugh, wetly. You laugh yourself right back into crying, and slip and adjust your way to his side of the tub and right back into his arms, where you belong. You plaster your face against his neck and cry there until the water in the tub goes tepid. Your muscles relax for the first time that night.
“Hm?” he hums when you speak, mouth against his neck.
“‘Said, I feel so safe with you.”
“You are safe with me,” he says. Hesitantly, he adds: “I’d break somebody’s neck if they ever hurt you, you know that?”
That should horrify you. Disquiet you, at least. But you feel warmer than the bathwater, nodding mutely.
“I don’t need to know,” he says gently, but you feel the way his jaw tenses, hear the sound of water lap against the sides of the porcelain tub as he shifts his legs into a more comfortable position. “If you want to tell me—then I want to know. But that’s your choice. I won’t ask what happened. There’s only one thing I do need to know, yeah?”
“What?”
“Who did this to you, and where can I find them?”
You pull back, looking at his face. Your other friends have said that Marc is one of the most stoic people they’ve ever met, but you never saw him that way. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and displays every last emotion in his eyes. All those corny dead poets who said that the eyes were the windows to the soul—you hadn’t believed them. Not until you met Marc Spector. Looking at him now, you see the fury that he has honed sharp as a knife. This isn’t the blind fury that overtook him that night outside the frat house. This is the deadly weapon forged from the fire.
You shouldn’t say. You know that in your heart. It could only lead to trouble, to violence, to blood.
But god help you, you tell him.
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