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Multifandom Preference: Being petite and very short compared to them // PT. 2

This is dedicated to the people who commented on part one: @robin-the-enby @maria-moll @agentfandom @whoneedtheyantonchigussyate @humanfleshismeat and @kennedyisityou

Content/Warnings: Once again kinda size kink coming through, might read a bit like objectification in some instances, Definitely some Sadism in the Hannibal section, Gender neutral Reader

Anton Chigurh

He likes the practicality of it a lot, honestly Anton considers you travel sized at this point because he can hide you easily if there's trouble and then come back later to where he deposited you after he's done dealing with whoever was after you. He's not the Gentleman type at all but seeing how pathetic you carried your bags when he started to bodyguard you around was enough to decide that he would take those for the rest of time. Will look at you with a mixture of amusement and condenscation when you try anyway before taking the luggage away from you. If you protest he will carry you like luggage as well, I dare you. But sometimes he will just observe you, look at you while you get on your tiptoes, climb into bed ect that makes you very aware that he is fond of your height in some way.

Brahms Heelshire

Since he can't have anyone see him, he makes sure to put one of his sweaters or cardigans on you whenever he knows some delivery person or similar is coming by. It really is a mixture of possessiveness and loving to see your frame swallowed in clothing his size, while you just think he's worried if you get cold. Brahms is spoiled as hell but he also really enjoys doing things for you, and when he decides to make dinner for you both he likes lifting you up to sit on the counter and watch him. It's just so terribly easy, it excites him whenever he finds a reason to do it. Especially when it means getting to wrap his arms around you for a moment and taking in your scent- even while you go on capture a bug on the ceiling with a glass or something while he holds you up.

Dennis

It's hard to keep his distance at all times, even though he certainly tries his best to adhere to that self set rule. Dennis is strong, the strongest after the Beast itself out of the horde, so he is well aware of what his body is capable of doing if he were to let that cautiousness slip. But nonetheless, accidents happen. Like when you nearly fell unconscious and he had to catch you, or when you nearly did something dangerous and he had to reach out and grab your arm. In both occasions you halted insteadly, flinching when his hand firmly pressed onto your hip or caught onto your wrist. It made a pleasant shiver run through him, this ambiguity of wanting and not wanting to be close to you because of the implied vulnerability of your height drives him mad. But you will not hear a word from him about it, only see him press his lips together and huff or sigh in contained frustration.

Hannibal Lecter

He is outwardly very considerate and Gentlemanly toward you, pacing his steps when you walk together or taking over the umbrella in one case because you can't really hold it up his head as well without extending your arm like an athlete with an Olympic torch. But when you happen to get your leg hurt, just a little, it is exhilarating to him. Seeing your composure shift from a functional person to something alike an injured bunny is so damn amusing and befitting of that height difference. He will gently guide you to sit on his couch and touch your ankle to put it up while he goes to fetch his first aid kit in the other room. Hannibal will be so forthcoming, because seeing you whine and squirm a little while he puts on a bandage is satisfactory enough to return the favor and make sure you are well cared for and get comfortable. He makes you your favorite drink and will make sure permit you lean on him or grab onto him as to not put pressure on the injured leg while you put on your shoes or something while he patiently gazes down on you.

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The One That Didn't Like You/Dennis Pt. 2

Summary: Smut. Lots of it. A lil fluff too;)

Warnings: SMUT.

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Dennis grabbed your hand, raising it to his lips and giving it a soft kiss, before pulling you gently along to his room. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you followed him, and it was as you walked that you felt the air cool the spot in your underwear that was beginning to get embarrassingly wet.

Dennis closed the door behind you, turning to you and raising a shaky hand to adjust his glasses. He turned a single lamp on, the big one by the door. It illuminated the room in a soft yellow glow. You were both so high on racing thoughts, your heartbeats deafening. It was so much you were both frozen in place. Dennis eventually crossed his room to his bed, sitting on the edge and staring up at you with wide eyes and parted lips. You approached him slowly, grabbing his hands and bringing them to the bottom of your sweater. You pushed them up, urging him to take it off of you. He did, slowly pulling your sweater off and then just staring at the result. You watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he took you in, his hands falling to your waist band and gently tugging your skirt and thong down your legs and to the floor. Dennis only stared at you as you stood naked before him, taking you all in. You began to get a big antsy, his lack of physical touch making you nervous.

“Do you… do you like this?” you whispered, embarrassed that you’d asked.

“I don’t know what to touch first,” Dennis admitted. “Sit on my lap? Please?”

You felt a gush of something wet between your legs at his request. “I might make a mess…”

Dennis clenched jaw. “I can deal with that,”

You laid your hands on his shoulders, the firmness of his body not helping the pool in your crotch. You brought your knees up to the bed beside his legs, hesitating to lower yourself onto his lap. Dennis grabbed your waist, squeezing gently and pushing you down to straddle him fully. You could feel his cock in his pants, rock hard and trapped under you. You couldn’t help rubbing over him slightly, reveling in his sharp intake of breath.

Dennis nuzzled his face into your neck, inhaling your scent. He pressed soft kisses to your neck, trailing down to your collar bone and then to the space between your breasts, and then slowly traveling to your right breast. He kissed your nipple before pulling it into his mouth, sucking gently and scraping his teeth on it. His hand moved to your other breast, massaging it. You moaned, squeezing his shoulders. Dennis released your nipple and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. He stood up, holding you tightly and you squeaked, giggling. Dennis turned around gently laying you down on the bed. His eyes roamed your body as he stood above you.

“You’re perfect,” he mumbled. He pulled off his shirt and pants and you chewed your bottom lip, scooting back on the bed. He was strong, not quite as built as the Beast, but so perfect. There was a sharp, perfect v line leading down to what was, in your opinion, the most delicious looking cock you’d ever seen. It was thick and curved slightly upwards, perfect for hitting your g spot. He was fucking perfect.

Dennis crawled up on the bed, settling between your legs. Your pussy was pressed against his lower stomach and you ground your hips against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you. Dennis removed his glasses, laying them on his bedside table, and then leaned down to kiss you. As he kissed you he let one of his hands slide down in between you, gently touching your pussy. He groaned into your mouth as he felt how wet you were, and from such a delicious noise you were no longer embarrassed.

“Do you still want this?” Dennis mumbled the words against your mouth.

You slid your hands down his torso, one feeling up his sides and the other grasping his cock. It was smooth and warm and very hard. “Please,” you whispered.

Dennis buried his face in your neck, shuffling a bit upwards and letting you guide his dick to your entrance. It was no feat to press himself into you, you were beyond wet, you were soaking. You moaned, he stretched you so nicely and felt somehow ever bigger inside you. When he had pushed himself all the way into you, his hips pressed tightly against yours, he let out a shaky ‘fuck'. You let yourself relax into the bed, your back arching into him as he laid himself over you. He began softly kissing your neck, slowly beginning to rock back and forth inside you. The feel of his curved dick sliding in and out and pressing against your g spot made you clamp down on him with a soft whimper.

“I’m sorry I never talked to you,” Dennis struggled to get the words out, grunting as he did. “I thought you were too good for me. I still do,”

You let out a loud moan from a particularly hard thrust, scratching lightly down his back. “I… I think you’re… s-so perfect,” you fumbled through the sentence, your eyes rolling back in your head at another hard thrust. Your words seemed to fuel Dennis, and all of his thrusts became harder. “Holy shit,” you squealed. The slow, sticky sweet depth and drag of his thrusts had become a violent, pounding pull and push of pleasure, your g spot going from being stroked to being hammered. Dennis’s body was tense and stiff as he hammered into you, his face the pinnacle of focus and drive.

“Dennis stop!” you pushed against his shoulders and he immediately stopped, pulling out completely.

“What did I do? Where did I hurt you?” Dennis looked you over frantically, searching for anywhere he could have hit or scratched.

“No no, I just…” you flushed. “I… I’m gonna make a mess,”

Dennis raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to squirt?”

“Yeah,”

Dennis didn’t give you any time to say anything else, he took his cock and plunged right back into you, reveling at the shout that left your lips. You flattened yourself into the pillows, your hands grabbing fitfully on his blankets. “Holy shit,” you cried. Warmth built in your stomach, tingles spreading throughout your body and tears welling in your eyes. This was gonna be a big mess.

It didn’t take much longer for your squirt to completely soak Dennis’s lower half, and if you were capable of forming words you would have apologized. Your body seized around him, wrapping your arms and legs tightly around him as you cried out in his ear. Dennis wasn’t done yet. He was still thrusting into you just as fast as he’d been before, but now he was in your ear, growling something incoherent.

“S-stay ins-side,” you whispered. Your body was still quaking, Dennis’s cock still rubbing against everything that felt so overwhelming. “I have the pill,”

Dennis grunted, his arms beginning to tighten around your body. His thrusts began to lose rhythm, definitely not strength, and his incoherent growls got more strained. Suddenly Dennis went rigid, tremors going through him and a long, low moan sent shivers down your spine as he came. His shaking turned into very slow, careful movements in you, and you felt something hot fill you up and trickle out.

“Fuck,” he stayed in you, partially because he was too tired to move and partially because he was afraid the moment would end when he did.

You weren’t complaining, you were completely limp in his arms but not willing to let him go yet. You started pressing wet kisses to his neck and shoulders, tasting his salty wet skin. You rubbed his back, his slick skin beginning to get a trail of goosebumps. His arms tightened around you.

“Don’t let me go,” you whispered. You couldn’t leg him go, you couldn’t never hold him and kiss him and fuck him and touch him again. “Please don’t,”

Dennis gripped you tighter, flopping over on his side, still inside you. He threaded a hand through your hair, massaging your scalp. “I want to keep you forever. If you’re sure you want me,”

“Yes.” You buried your face in his chest. “Yes.”

“Stay in here tonight,” still, Dennis’s rumbling voice sent shivers down your spine. Dennis reached around you, pulling his blanket around and over both of you.

“Just make sure Hedwig doesn’t get the light in the morning,”

Dennis scoffed. “I’m not giving up the light for quite a while. They’ll understand.”

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I am simultaneously working on my own ideas and on requests! Lmk what yall wanna see next!

[knight-of-flowerss]

Omggg I love your writing so much!! Trucker!Cregan x Pregnant!Reader plsss 😩

UH YES!! I actually got a request that will be posted before this of the same thing but I'm mainly focusing on Cregan being like hella horny for preggo reader for that one 👀 this one will be like how he is when she's pregnant and how he's like w their kids ;p

MDNI 18+!!!

(It's only like the last two to three or summin and it’s not in detail but still).

Dad!Trucker!Cregan x Pregnant!Reader.

MASTERLIST

🛻•Trucker!Cregan one million percent has a love hate relationship with his kids. He's the type that's infatuated with filling you up, y'know, the idea and look of you being pregnant but hate the fuckers. Crying, shitting, pissing all the fucking time? He hates it.

🛻•But, then again, he loves them. What can he do? They're his kids.

🛻•Four kids under four. Eldest, nearly five, a little girl, Gilliane, named after his mother. He might be a selfish prick, but he did love his mother. And, the funny thing is, she's the splitting image of his mother too. Kind, caring, compassionate, especially for her age, but don't be fooled, if her younger brothers are being rude to people or are getting bullies, she'll set them straight. A real daddies girl. She knows how to have her way, just like Cregan.

🛻•His second, a son, four years old, Rickon, named after his father. He hated him- well, not hated, it's just that he had a complicated relationship with him. But honour is honour, even for a guy like Cregan. But the thing about his son, he's the complete opposite of his grandfather. More like his grandmother. Kind, soft spoken, wouldn't hurt a fly, and definitely won't argue with anyone, even if he's right. He just lets other children bully him, and that's where Gilliane comes in, five years old and already knows what it means to respect others, so she teaches it to the meanies who hurt her brother.

🛻•Third, yet another son. Eddard, or 'Ned' for short. You had actually refused to let him be named such a stupid name such as 'Ned' when he was born, claiming that it was 'your turn to name one' and that it was a stupid name, he promised, he told you that next time you can name one (And that's how he manages to convince you to get pregnant again), but of course he lied, the next baby he named, again. Ned is a, well, strange boy. He loves slimy worms and flying beetles, always bringing in random mice he found or smearing mud on his siblings faces. Despite being only three years old, he knew how to find out how people ticked. He loved it. He loved finding out what people liked and didn't like, he loved tormenting them with it. Just like his father. You sit often and wonder why so many of your kids decided to be like their father/his side of the family when you're around more, but Cregan has a way of making himself all that someone needs.

🛻•Lastly, your last little boy, Dennett, 'Denny'. Barely even two years old, still spitting everywhere while saying the odd word. (Sadly, he's picked up saying swears more than mama or dada thanks to Cregan 😒) I suppose he doesn't have much of a personality yet, but you know that he's a mama's boy. You know it. He screams and cries in Cregan's arms until he finally huffs out in annoyance and passes him to you and he immediately calms down, falling asleep in a matter of minutes.

🛻•As his kids grow up more, he likes them more. They're growing out of their snot nosed, annoying era and actually becoming coherent.

🛻•His favourite is his little girl, I mean, of course he is. No matter who Cregan is, no matter if he's a selfish asshole truck driver or a sweet mechanic, a skilled hockey player or a fierce firefighter, if he has kids, his baby girl will always be his favourite.

🛻•He teachers her all his secrets, how to steal something she wanted, how to protect herself and her brothers, anything she wants to know, he'll tell her.

🛻•He really doesn't give a single fuck what the kids do honestly, they could burn down a house and he'd just ask if they had fun.

🛻•But one thing he does not tolerate? Disrespect. Towards him? He'll just laugh in their face, thinking their angry faces are real fucking funny. But to you? They're getting a stern talking to, sent to their rooms and not allowed to play out for a week. And yes he might use a form of intimidation when he speaks to them, making himself look bigger, lowering his voice to a dangerous level, one he used on you all those years ago when you started to ignore him. But he was raised that way. 'Traditional' his father called it. They're just lucky he doesn't beat him like his father beat him.

🛻•And you.. you his pregnant girlfriend who he's still not put a ring on it, but has put six babies in you. Oh, yeah, forgot to say, Stark seed is strong, you're pregnant with twins.

🛻•You still remember the day you found out, like it was yesterday you swear. Cregan was on another twelve hour shift all the way down south and back and you had managed to convince Rhaenys to look after the four of them, to let them stay an extra few hours at her nursery while you go to the doctors for your check up.

🛻•"Gods, three months down and it's still crazy that 'm pregnant again.. but we can manage with another mouth to feed." , "Mouths." Your head turns to look at Rhaena, the medical student that was doing your ultrasound, with furrowed eyebrows.

🛻•"Huh?" She looks up at that, a smile turning to her face. "Mouths. You're pregnant with twins mama. Look." She points with her pink to the screen, showing where the twins are on the scan. "Oh that motherfucker." You mutter under your breath.

🛻•You were bigger than your past pregnancies. Your back hurting more, your feet swelling more, everything was like if you multiplied the pain by one thousand. I mean, what did you expect though? Your other pregnancies were also really painful. Cregan was a big man, of course his kids were going to be huge too. But fuck him. Seriously.

🛻•The most annoying thing about it is that he fucking loves the fact that you're pregnant with twins. That you're even bigger this time.

🛻•And he knows you're mad at him for it, but it doesn't last long. As soon as he got home, he fucked that attitude right out of you. You greeted him with a "Fuck you! You fucking asshole! Twins?!" To barely being able to string a sentence together by the end of the night.

🛻•And as much as he hates to say it, he's gotten more and more gentle with sex throughout each pregnancy. Now, he knows how to make love, not just fuck your brains out. But he only saved that for when you're pregnant or it's an anniversary or something.

🛻•But truly, Trucker!Cregan does love his kids. Even if he's still a bit pissed that Denny loves you more than him.

I lowkey think this is a bit bad but 🥲

Tags: @thethreeeyed-raven @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom

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Kids! Do You Want Kids

Pairing: Pete Townshend x fem!reader

Requested by anon

Summary: You and Pete are expecting your first baby.

Tags: fluff, pregnancy, implied smut, referenced past abuse

Words: 2,736

A/N: First time writing for Pete! I'm only about 100 pages into his biography, so I'm kinda rawdogging it. Hope you like it!

“Heartbeats? Plural? There’s more than one?” Pete chipped in, leaning forward in his chair.

When you had gone to the doctor, your problem was your daily sickness that wouldn't go away no matter how many home remedies you tried. After a month and the lack of your last two periods setting in, you thought it was time to see a professional. Your life hadn't been stressful enough to just skip your menstruation and you were otherwise healthy if it wasn't for the nausea.

The doctor confirmed and congratulated you and Pete. There were many thoughts going around your head, so you hoped Pete was listening attentively because you weren't.

When you left the office, there was some silence until you got into the car and your husband smiled excitedly. “We're going to be parents!”

You nodded, matching his smile. You were truly happy about it, you were simply surprised because except for a few conversations before you had gotten married about whether you both even wanted children in the future, you hadn't planned anything. Still, you felt like you were ready for it now.

“Yes! But let's not tell anyone yet, we'll surprise them,” you suggested. “I don't want our friends to know when we haven't fully processed it ourselves.”

“As you wish, angel,” he agreed, cupping your cheek and kissing you deeply before starting the car.

At home, Pete started making a list of things to do now that your situation had shifted quite a bit and you were to welcome a new family member in half a year. Then he made more elaborate lists for each of the points on the first list. Decorating the nursery, buying clothes and toys, making the house child-safe, preparing the dog, buying a child car seat, packing your hospital bag…

He also wanted to make a list of possible names, but you gently reminded him that there would be enough time to think about that later. Until you came up with a name, it would simply be “baby”.

Pete's excitement was contagious and reminded you once again of his enthusiasm being one of the many reasons why you loved him. However, as you were beginning to seriously prepare and realized how high the level of responsibility was going to be for the two of you, his worries set in. He didn't have doubts about keeping the baby – he didn't want you to have an abortion like his mother used to get and he was looking forward to having a family of his own – but he doubted whether he would be a good father himself.

“I'm afraid of being a dad,” he admitted one evening while you were lying in bed, his head on your chest, “because of how my dad was with me… He wasn't bad, but he was drunk most of the time and wasn’t supportive when I wanted to start making music. And I told you about my time with Denny…”

His voice cracked at the last sentence and you quickly caressed his cheek in comfort. You didn't want him to think about that now. He avoided talking about the dark times he had spent with her and not even you knew the full story – in fact, you were glad he had suppressed some of those memories – but what he had shared with you was horrible enough. His parents splitting up when he had been very young and never hearing from his father while Pete had lived with Denny certainly hadn't helped.

“You’ll be a great dad,” you reassured him, locking your fingers with his. “You told me you liked looking after your little brother, that's a good basis for parenting. You aren't Denny and you aren't your dad. You don't have to repeat their mistakes.”

“Thank you, love,” he said quietly, kissing your inner wrist. “I'll try my best.”

The next day, he was back in the happy dad-to-be mode and took you to go shopping for toys and baby clothes. While you were buying the same blue and white striped romper in two different sizes with matching blue shoes and a tiny hat, Pete found the most adorable teddy bear, a wooden rattle and a mobile with sun, moon and stars. Before the arrival of the little one, you would definitely come back to buy more, but this was good for a start.

Conveniently, your fairly new house had two extra rooms you had no real use for as of now. You decided to turn one of them – the one across the hall from your bedroom – into the child's room.

Everything you needed to renovate the nursery you had bought together and you had discussed the colour scheme beforehand, but as Pete didn't want you to get sick from the paint fumes, he sent you to go out with your friends for the day while he painted the walls.

You thoroughly enjoyed spending a whole day with your girlfriends – not that your husband kept you hidden away at all. The one thing you found increasingly difficult to hide was the fact that you were pregnant. Eventually, one of them discreetly asked, “Are you and Pete planning to have kids anytime soon?”

At that point, you couldn't hold back anymore and grinned, drawing out your answer, “Yes.”

Naturally, they had to celebrate loudly, ordering a round of dessert, and it was only a matter of time until people you hadn't even told would start congratulating you and Pete.

When you came home, you had the biggest smile on your face and Pete stepped out of the room he had been working on, mirroring your smile. “Did you have fun?” he asked, bending forward to kiss you with his hands held up in the air because he had some paint on his fingers.

“Yes! How is the nursery coming along?” You peeked past the door, noticing a few details he had felt free to add and nodding approvingly. This proved once more that Ealing hadn't been a waste of time. “I love it, Pete.”

After letting the paint dry for another day, you continued decorating. While Pete was putting together and moving the furniture, you started to knit a little blanket with the softest yarn you could find when you had gone shopping for baby clothes. You sat in an armchair he had put in the room first this morning so you could have a say in where to place what without having to stand for too long.

Over the course of the afternoon, you asked several times if you could help because he sometimes looked confused trying to figure out what size of screws belonged where in the chest of drawers, but he declined every time, insisting that he's fine and you shouldn't strain yourself.

“The crib under the window? Or next to it?” he asked, shoving it back and forth to show you the difference.

“Next to it,” you replied after a moment of thinking. “That way we don't have to bend over it to open the window.”

“That’s what I thought,” he smiled and looked down on your lap to see how far you had come with the blanket.

You noticed and proudly held it up. “Like it? I thought it would suit the colour of the nursery.”

Pete nodded quickly before asking shyly, “Can you… make a matching larger one after this is finished? For us two?”

“Aw of course, darling!” You stood up and wrapped your arms around his spindly figure. He wiped some sweat off his forehead with his sleeve and hugged you back, kissing your head as he rubbed your back.

Then the doorbell rang and he let go to answer. Shortly after, he returned with a small gift basket in his hand, equipped with a bottle of expensive red wine, and leaned against the windowsill to read the card that came with it.

“For the last set of Who parents. Love, Keith.” Pete read, shaking his head in disbelief. “This idiot gifted us a wine bottle to congratulate us on the baby.”

You simply chuckled. “What did you expect? It's Keith, we can be glad he didn't give us cherry bombs and a box of matches.”

“When it's old enough maybe,” Pete sighed before adding after a pause, “How did he even know? We haven't seen him together since we found out.”

“Well…” you admitted, feeling a little guilty because you had been the one who told him to keep it secret for now in the first place, “I told my friends because they asked me the other day. The news must have circulated.”

Pete smiled and kissed your cheek. “God, at least now I can finally say there's a reason why I've been in such a good mood. Roger must think I started popping pills before work again.”

“We can still surprise them next time,” you said half-jokingly, turning to kiss his lips.

“Next time?” He raised his eyebrows, secretly not completely turned off by the idea. After all, there was a second spare room. “Let's see how we can handle the first one.”

During this time, Pete liked to talk to the baby on a regular basis, often singing to it and showing it songs he had been working on. Although it couldn't respond yet, it was a nice way to share a piece of what he did for a living with your baby while entertaining it.

Pete laid on his back with his head on your lap and strumming the guitar. While playing, he turned his head to sing to the baby. At the end of the song, he rested his cheek against your bump, stroking it with his hand. “Was that a kick? It felt like a kick!” he asked excitedly, looking up at you with a wide smile.

You nodded, running your hand through his hair. “The baby likes when you sing to it.”

He leaned into your touch and started talking to the baby. “We’re so excited for you to arrive, little one. You're the size of a guinea pig now!”

“Probably bigger if you take after your giraffe-sized dad,” you teased and Pete tried to playfully glare at you but failed as he started to laugh.

“Probably bigger if you take after me, says your mum. She loves me for it, though,” he winked. “We're decorating your nursery right now. We hope you like the colours orange and yellow.”

Smiling at his excitement, you continued playing with his hair. You loved that he was letting it grow out along with the stubble he had usually shaved to look smooth. While talking, Pete's fingers lightly traced your stretch marks, stopping every now and then to kiss them.

When you had first noticed them, you had been frustrated and tried to hide them with your clothes even around the house, but Pete quickly caught on to your issue and made sure to show you on any given occasion that he genuinely liked how they looked on you. At the beginning, you had thought he was just trying to cheer you up, but you had grown to believe he meant it.

“Well, baby, you're probably overwhelmed by how much I talk and I'm afraid it will get even worse when you're here” he chuckled. “Until then, take it easy on your mama, it's not her fault. Take a nap, mum and I will be a little busy now anyway.”

You grinned and tugged at his hair. “You better not have the talk with it now when its peers will only get it in 15 years.”

“I just said we'll be busy,” he said, raising his hands in defense. “Doing the laundry or reading, for example. Or buying groceries.”

“And here I thought we would do something behind closed curtains,” you sighed, shaking your head in disappointment and crossing your arms.

Pete got up and pulled the curtains closed before returning to you, kneeling between your legs and sliding his hands up your thighs under your dress. “You mean like this?” he asked, placing his hands beside your shoulders and leaning in to kiss you.

You grabbed his face and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, resisting the urge to push his body down on you with the heel of your foot. “Close enough. Go wild, I'm already pregnant,” you laughed and he didn't need to be told twice as he shuffled to be on head-level with your hips again.

When it came to your strange food cravings, Pete readily cooked for you or helped you cook if it was something you wanted to make yourself. Either way, he didn't bat an eye – actually, he did at especially weird snacks, but he understood it was your hormones – and ate most things you ate too. He could eat as much as he wanted to without significantly gaining weight and he considered it a form of quality time as he didn't want you to feel alone when you had those cravings.

“Your child's been kicking me all day,” you groaned when Pete came home from the studio and stepped into the kitchen.

“Oh, so now it's my child?”

“Well, you put it in me, didn't you?” you teased.

He walked up to you and hugged you from behind, his hands slowly moving up and down your bump. “That's right,” he murmured proudly, pulling the collar of your blouse to the side to kiss your neck and shoulder.

“Can't keep your hands away, can you?” you asked, closing your eyes and turning off the tap.

“Why would I when you're always so damn pretty and with my baby in you?” One of his hands slid up to your cleavage and you turned around, leaning against the edge of the counter and biting your bottom lip in excitement.

You loved how Pete never made you feel like he didn't want you anymore even after you had become bigger. In fact, you liked to joke that he wouldn't want you when you weren't pregnant anymore. While it helped you with your higher than normal libido, it could also get tiring on days when he was especially attracted to you. If he continued like this until the end of your third trimester, you would end up accidentally inducing labour.

Time passed and things got more serious, so now you were just waiting until your packed hospital bag would be needed. The nursery was ready, including toys, framed pictures and a wardrobe of clothes that were so adorably tiny you couldn't wait to dress the little one in them.

Everyone in your social circle knew you were expecting and while you didn't throw a party or were planning to have one after the birth, your family and friends had visited you at one point or another to bring little gifts for the baby or simply offer a helping hand if needed.

You had also picked out names for both genders and written them down in case your minds went blank in the moment.

“Do you want it to be a boy or a girl?” you asked, lying next to him with his arm around your shoulder.

“I'll be happy with either, as long as it vaguely resembles me,” he replied, his lips curling into a smile as he tugged at your knitted blanket to cover both of you.

“I hope it has your nose,” you said.

“Oh no, anything but that,” he chuckled. “Eyes or lips would be fine, or even cheekbones.”

You lifted your head and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “Eyes would be nice, yeah. But I really think your nose is pretty.”

Pete scrunched up his nose as you kissed it, but then he smiled. “Thank you, love. However, it would win the genetic lottery if it looked much like you.”

“In that case, it better have your talent.” You smiled and cupped his face, kissing him softly. He wanted to hold you tightly, but in fear of crushing the baby, he gently placed his hands on your sides.

“I can't believe these six months passed so quickly,” Pete said, sounding fascinated yet a little sad.

“Don't worry, soon comes the part when we actually get to spend time with our child,” you pointed out. “And we'll have at least 18 years of that, isn't that something?”

“I can't wait. I love you.” He reached down to stroke your belly with a big smile. “And you too.”

[internetminestrone]

a new chapter - Dennis

A/N: This goes out to everyone who has ever had a landlord. The name Dennis popped into my head before I remembered that Chris Evans character from many moons ago, but that connection made me laugh. It's not the Dennis that appears in this story, unless you want it to be.

This a henry x reader story, where the reader's name is Rose. Because I'm the first reader/writer - the reader normally looks like me. In this edition there is brief mention of Rose being a black woman, so if you simply can't stand that, don't read! If you can stand it and want to be a beta reader on henry x rose moving forward please let me know, I'd be happy to read your work as well!

Also, there might be more segments about this period in Henry x Rose's life. Who knows, stay tuned!

Summary: Henry has something to say.

Word Count: 2800

Content: fluff, slow burn?, reader/Rose briefly described as a black woman. Dennis.

“Move in with me” Henry said, lacing his fingers through yours as you walked down the sidewalk. The warm summer air smelled sweet and the dying sun gave the sky a delicious lavender hue as it faded beyond the horizon. 

“What?!”

“You heard me.” He said, taking another lick of his soft serve.

“Henry I- ''. It wasn’t that you were flabbergasted, although you were. Nobody had ever asked you to move in with them before and when you even dared to imagine what that conversation would be like it hadn’t been like this. So casual. So normal. As if he was just asking you for some of your mint chip. “I don’t know what to say.”

“That’s okay.” he replied, casting his eyes over to yours for a split second before licking his cone again. “You can think about it. But you might want to have some of your ice cream, it’s melting.”

You remembered the dish of ice cream in your free hand, and brought it up to your mouth for a lick. You were more of a dish girl than a cone girl. Cones brought a sense of urgency with them that you just didn’t want when enjoying a frozen treat - that kind of thing was supposed to be relaxing. Yet here you were, with it melting anyways.

You were quiet for a minute as you walked together. It would’ve been easy to say you were thinking about the implications of his ask and wondering if that’s what you wanted, but you weren’t. Instead you were looking at him. He was so calm. The gentle breeze jostled his chestnut curls ,and there was ice cream in his beard, and also on his sweater. 

He’d insisted on ice cream tonight, which had surprised you. While he did have a sweet tooth, normally you’d just pick up a pint of something from the corner store and bring it home to eat on the couch while watching tv together, cuddled together. But you’d had a long day at work, and today was Friday, plus the weather was nice and you’d both been lamenting you needed to incorporate more fresh air into your days. So here you were. Walking back from Nicki’s Ice Cream Parlor, hand in hand, somehow completely unphased that he’d asked you to move your relationship to the next step. Was it the next step? How were relationships and relationship stages even defined anymore.

“What made you think of that, just now?” You said, unclasping your hand from his so you could use the spoon for your ice cream instead of continuing to shove it in your face.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while.” he hummed back, licking a fallen gob of his twist from his hand. “Your landlord sucks.”

“Dennis does not suck.” You protested with a bark of a laugh. “He’s just traveling a lot! For work or whatever.”

Henry shrugged and smirked mischievously. “I don’t know…”

“He’s out of the country!” You smacked his arm playfully with the back of your hand, making Henry smile wider - his big eyes crinkling at the corners. 

“His traveling aside, he’s not good at looking after his property.” Okay true. That was hard to argue with. Your neighborhood was great, all of the townhomes had their own charm even though they looked nearly identical. But, that being said, there were definitely some less-than-stellar options, your rental being one of them. The tiny front lawn was patchy, the tree out front looked rough, the front steps and porch were crumbling, the paint on the front door had seen better days. And that was just the outside of the house.

It was a fixer-upper for sure, except you weren’t going to dump a bunch of money into a place that wasn’t yours. Instead, you built a little nest egg by adding a couple bucks to a jar every time you found something to complain about with the place. That money had quickly eclipsed its container and had been moved into its own savings account. 

The funny thing was it wasn’t even that you needed to save up to move, you could’ve moved ages ago, the jar was supposed to be a reminder to actually do it. But something kept you there. It was predictable, the location was great, and when you could actually nail Dennis down he would come fix stuff for you. If you were being completely honest, maybe you didn’t move because you were holding out on a good reason to leave, a compelling thing to signify that the Dennis stage of your life was over and you weren’t returning.

“No, but I don’t mind. I can fix most of it.”

“But you shouldn’t have to,” Henry said. “That’s supposed to be part of the point of renting. Plus he’s got a crush on you.”

You rolled your eyes as you let the last bit of your ice cream melt over your tongue. “Not this again. There’s billions of guys in the world and the one you get nervous about is Dennis? Oh please.” you said with a smirk. There were probably people out there who appreciated the very specific kind of appeal Dennis brought to the table. 

“Dennis does not make me nervous.” Henry said, straightening up. “I just don’t like how he conveniently happens to find himself at your place whenever he isn’t doing whatever he normally does out of town.”

“You said it yourself, the place is falling apart. He’s doing his job.” You chuckled. There were not many things that bothered Henry, he was cool, calm, and collected as anybody ever. But he did have some sort of thorn in his side when it came to Dennis, it had been that way since the two first met.

“I don’t like how he looks at you, it makes me feel-” he shook his head and tossed the last bit of his cone in his mouth, chewing loudly. “Uncomfortable” he finished between loud bites.

“I just don’t understand why he gets you going like this, it’s just Dennis.” You bit back another laugh, as, although the situation was funny to you, and had been funny for a while, it was absolutely not funny to Henry when he got going. Were you poking the bear a little bit? Yes. Was Dennis the reason he asked you to move in with him? No, but you’re sure getting away from Dennis definitely crossed Henry’s mind. “Dennis isn’t my type.”

“Doesn’t matter!” Henry said, starting to get revved up now. “It’s like…like that time he came over and you gave him ravioli!” he threw his hands up in the air. “Ravioli for goodness sake.”

“I gave him ravioli because he was starving! I could hear his stomach rumbling when I showed him the hot water heater. He’d just gotten off the train, or… the plane? Anyways, he’d just gotten in and came straight over to see what was the matter.”

“If you can hear his stomach growling, he’s too close. You didn’t see the way his little eyes raked over you when you had your back turned.” he growled, cracking his knuckles one after the other, like he often did when he was feeling frustrated.

“No, but-” You stopped to throw out your napkin, dish, and held out your hand for Henry’s napkin too, to throw in the street trash can as you passed. “lots of people probably look at me when I’m not looking at them. It’s sort of the more polite way to do it.” You glanced up at him as you dusted off your hands on your jeans before setting off again.

If Henry knew you were being cheeky to spite him, he didn’t care, because now he was rolling. “But he did it right in front of me. As if I wasn’t even there! And then there’s the flirting that followed!”

“He said it smelled good, which it did, because we’d just finished making homemade ravioli. Then he said, if I recall, something about the natural light in the space and complimented me on how I had rearranged some of the decor since the last time he dropped by. Then he said he liked my hair. That’s not quite flirting, he was making conversation. He’s sort of hyper-friendly.”

“You had just gotten braids for the summer when he said that.” Henry pointed out. “Long ones.”

“They’re always long!” You said, twirling one between your fingertips, “That’s half the point!”

“He was staring at your chest and found the perfect excuse. Might I add, also right in front of me.”

“I’m confused if the part that makes you uncomfortable about Dennis is that he checks me out, or the fact that he ignores you.” You stopped to read a sign taped to a telephone pole about a lost cat, and mentally filed it away to remember next time you were out on a walk.

You could feel Henry brewing behind you, as you turned back around to set off once again towards. home. You were right, of course, his brow and nose were scrunched together as if he’d just smelled a skunk. “I don’t care that he ignores me.” he said slowly, the gears in that brain of his spinning so hard as he processed each word you could basically see them through his forehead. “I care that he ignores me when it comes to you. Other times, when guys look at you they cut it out once I give them a big fat only-one-warning look. Dennis couldn’t care less.”

“Okay but that being said, it sounds like you don’t like him disrespecting you by looking at me.” Suddenly this was a little less funny. “Does that sound about right?”

He could sense that something changed with you, his face, once angry-tense, was now sort of realization-and-uh-oh-tense instead. “Maybe… which is fucked up.”

“Yeah.” You let out a soft sigh and started to pick up the pace a bit, hoping to out-walk the way this “funny” conversation had taken a turn.

“Baby.” Henry brought you both to a stop and stood before you, reaching down to take both of your hands in his. “It’s fucked up. But the part of my brain that does the thinking and not the feeling knows that it's irrational, it’s Dennis. But more than that? The bigger, more mature part of me is more hurt that he’s disrespecting you. Because before you were ever mine, even still while you are, you are yours Rose. And I’m a fucking idiot, also - that less mature part, but also all of the parts. By the way.”

“I know.” you said, lips curving up just a touch.

“You know?” gently, he brought his hand up to tilt your face back up towards his. Until there you were, standing close together under the light of the streetlamps, eyes locked on one another.

“I’ve known since the day we met, you oaf.” You replied, sliding a hand to rest on his chest comfortingly. The feel of his heartbeat in your hand, slowly speeding up as you leaned into his palm, would never stop making you feel like you riding on a carousel in the sky.

“Not just any oaf baby. Your oaf.” His eyes darted down to your tongue as it moved to moisten your lips. He took a deep slow breath, still holding your gaze. “I want to kiss you.” he murmured, barely over a whisper, both of you standing there, still entranced by one another.

“I want you to kiss me too” His free arm wrapped around your waist pulling you to him, his hand was warm and sturdy on your back. Something about that always made your knees weak, knowing he could literally toss you about like a sack of potatoes by the seat of your pants if he wanted to. And you weren’t a tiny little thing.

Your hand spread a bit, massaging his chest as you let your eyes flutter closed. You could smell the chocolate on his breath as he got close, and could practically taste it as you opened your mouth a bit in willing invitation. His tongue glided past your upper lip -

HONK! HONK HONK HONK!

You stepped apart, somewhat dizzy from the shock of the car speeding towards you with its magnificently bright headlights. Disoriented you looked around, trying to gauge what on earth was going on. Apparently all of that conversation had lasted longer than you thought because there was your place just up ahead. And, wait. Didn’t you know that car?

“You’ve got to be kidding me” Henry said curtly, but even with your now starry vision you saw that some of the lightness from before this whole thing was back in his eyes and in his posture. You grabbed his hand and walked swiftly towards your home, and it wasn’t until you got on the front steps that the person in the car - who had parked across the street- called out your name.

“Rose!” There he was, waving wildly in your direction as he quickly darted over after making sure the road was free to oncoming traffic.

“Dennis…” You replied flatly, sure that the smile you plastered on your face looked even more fake than it felt. “What a surprise.” You handed the keys in your pocket to Henry in an effort to give Dennis your full attention. Normally he didn’t just show up, unannounced, for no reason. Henry gave your hand a squeeze and you knew he was there to back you up, but that you were in charge here.

“Did you not get my text? I texted…?” Dennis trailed over, doing something of a jog towards you.

“Ohhh. No sorry Dennis, Henry and I went out for a bit and I left my phone here.”

“That’s a-okay! I just got back from Greece and you had texted me a while ago about that disposal in the sink acting up? I just felt so bad. Anyways, these are for you! As an apology present.” And then there was a big bouquet of flowers held out in your direction.

Your eyes widened. Henry’s presence shifted from annoyed to alert. “Oh Dennis. Wow.”

“Yes, yes, please! Have them. They aren’t from Greece of course, ha!”

“Ummm.” You heard Henry unlock the door behind you softly, and wished you had gotten home just a tiny bit faster. “Wow.” Dennis thrust the flowers out towards you again, but you slipped your hands in your pockets to avoid them.

“So, tell me more about the issue. I know you did type it all out but it’s escaping me.” Dennis said with a little laugh as he took a few steps up towards you and towards the door.

“Um- you know what Dennis, it’s late.”

“That’s okay! I don’t want you to go without for even one second longer. Plus we should get these flowers in some water.” he smiled brightly up at you. Greece had certainly treated him well. His face was redder than usual and peeling around the nose. He wore a suit coat over some sort of linen-ish shirt, with shorts and dress shoes. Maybe this was all that was left in his closet and he hadn’t unpacked? The flowers were gorgeous. And expensive looking. It was quite a large bouquet, and much fancier than something you would find at a supermarket. Was this the first time he’d ever brought you flowers? No. But in light of your night with Henry, they were definitely hitting differently.

“It’s really alright. Henry actually helped me sort part of it out. You just need to replace part of the connector that goes under the sink, why don’t I send you the information in the morning? You can have it shipped here and we can handle the install so you don’t have to keep driving out here, so far out of your way..”

Dennis’ face faltered. “You didn’t need to do that Rose, I can take care of you, I mean uh, all that for you.”

Oh brother. What a time for a freudian slip. “That’s so kind Dennis,” You tried to make your smile look even brighter and even more positive. “But it’s no big deal. Honestly, the whole thing can wait for the next tenant. I’m sure they’ll appreciate some updates around here, and it’s so hard to find a good landlord these days.”

His face twisted, his grip on the flowers loosening causing them to tilt towards the ground. “Next tenant?”

“Oh yes”, you said casually, as Henry swung open the front door behind you and stepped in. “You know what you should drop those flowers with Ms. Merishism four houses down, she’s always up and this hour you know. She’d die to see you!” You walked into the house and causally slid off your coat and hung it on the coat rack. “I was going to call you on Monday.” you said slowly, the words bubbling up on my tongue as you faced Dennis once more, with your hand on the door. “It’s time for me to move out.”

[slashingdisneypasta]

Jim Bickerman x Universal Activist!Reader || Imagine

Been thinking about a universal rights activist!reader with Jim Bickerman. Universal rights activist!reader who grew up with 'unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. its not' and Milo Thatch, and robbing the rich to feed the poor. Universal rights activist!reader who knew Mrs Bickerman, who knows the crocs, because she used to volunteer in the town community building and Mrs Bickerman loved bingo. Universal rights activist!reader who cared very much for the old lady, but doenst like her mean old spawn one bit- and he doesnt like her either; always getting in his way. Universal rights activist!reader who ends up working with Dennis. She tries to convince him hiring Jim is a bad idea; she knows him, he's the town headcase. But Dennis doesn't listen, he just has to get back into Black Lake.

Universal rights activist!reader who tries to go to Reba, but she doesn't care. Universal rights activist!reader who tries to ignore Jim baiting her, teasing comments meant to taunt you and smug double innuendos Dennis doesn't catch because he's too focused on the life affirming giant crocodiles. Universal rights activist!reader who knows you dont give in to bullies, it just feeds them. Universal rights activist!reader who cant; ends up bickering with the bastard every 5 minutes-- until the plan goes awry and everyone gets split up. Except for her and Jim. At some point he grabbed her by the arm, and she let him, and they made it safely to the boat. Universal rights activist!reader who knows first aid and manages to set his leg with a stick while biting the venomous i told you so on her tongue.

Universal rights activist!reader feeling her heart thud and horror fill up her system when they watch a man be torn apart on a tree by one of those giant crocodiles. Its the first time she sees how b i g they really got, from Mrs Bickerman feeding them. Universal rights activist!reader who sits by Elaine so Jim leaves her alone; scowling at him and snapping when he even glances her way. Universal rights activist!reader who takes it upon herself to care for the kids; she's only about 6 or 7 years older then them but she feels like the only reasonable adult around. Universal rights activist!reader who clocks the way Jim carefully keeps his last name out of introductions, and lets him. Universal rights activist!reader who rolls her eyes and almost laughs when Chloe calls Jim a poacher, even when he flashes her an exasperated look. What was your first clue? Universal rights activist!reader who's fully prepared to throw the barrel of that shotgun up into the air if it looks like Drew's going to shoot Jim; he's an awful person but he's still human. Universal rights activist!reader who lets Jim lock her up with the others- then immediately finds a window and climbs out. He forgets she knows this house, too. She advises the kids to stay put; he was right about that.

Universal rights activist!reader who knew Jim had been up to something from the start and it all clicks into place when she catches him stealing baby crocodile eggs. Absolutely not, she thinks, narrowing her eyes. She has to do something to stop him.

Universal rights activist!reader who thinks about sneaking up behind him. Taking the bag before he can get up; see what Reba would do with it as Fish and Wildlife. Or maybe stealing his gun and threatening him with it... but Jim wouldn't believe her if she did that. Maybe waiting, and calling the Sheriff on him after they all got out safe; she knows everyone at the station really well. She'd been arrested almost as many times as Jim had after all- albeit, for different reasons. Picket lines, sit-down strikes. Misunderstandings.

Universal rights activist!reader who gets caught standing there thinking, but isn't even a lick afraid of Jim Bickerman. You're horrible. This is unfair. Those creatures have just as much right to live as you and me- but you don't care! Not if you're r i c h, right? // Exactly right sweetheart, he grins, and if you weren't such a tree huggin' banshee, I might share a slice. Think about that, huh? // Don't hold your breath.

Universal activist!reader shooting to Reba's side as soon as she arrives, explaining everything. Getting a groan and eyeroll about paperwork.

Universal activist!reader who jumps, eyes blowing open wide when Jim gets punched out. Universal activist!reader who writes it off as her never having had the stomach for violence.

Universal activist!reader who realises too-late that she didn't see Jim leave the lake. A thud of dread drops in her chest. He didn't leave. He's still there. Rushing back, hacking the electric fence and jumping the gate.

Universal activist!reader finding Jim on a bank, torn to shreds but alive. Tears rush to fill their eyes, horrified. They cant see a human being like this; they cant see anything like this. Universal activist!reader calling an ambulance before carefully helping his head into her lap.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Jim-

Heh-heh... this mean uh... y'like me after all, huh?

She sniffles. No. I hate your guts.

Oh, sure.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

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29/09/24 - Jake GF Headcanons: Moon Boys x Reader

26/09/24 - One For The Road [6]: Cecil Dennis x Reader

22/09/24 -Trine [7]: Anselm Vogelweide x Reader x Blue Jones

19/09/24 - One For The Road [5]: Cecil Dennis x Reader

15/09/24 - Good Meeting: Steven Grant x Reader

12/09/24 - One For The Road [4]: Cecil Dennis x Reader

08/09/24 - Princess Treatment: Steven Grant x Reader

05/09/24 - One For The Road [3]: Cecil Dennis x Reader

01/09/24 - Bug Headcanons: Multiple OI Characters x Reader

Aug 2024

29/08/24 - One For The Road [2]: Cecil Dennis x Reader

28/08/24 - Save A Cow: Steven Grant x Reader

27/08/24 - Asking Bid: Anselm Vogelweide x Reader

26/08/24 - Need You: Nathan Bateman x Reader

25/08/24 - Snuggles: Steven Grant x Reader

22/08/24 - One For The Road [1]: Cecil Dennis x Reader

21/08/24 - I Guess What I’m Trying To Say Is: Marc Spector x Reader

20/08/24 - Moon Boys Sleeping Headcanons: Moon Boys x Reader

19/08/24 - Santi Headcanons: Santiago Pope Garcia x Reader

18/08/24 - The Gutter's Where My Mind Is: Jake Lockley x Reader

15/08/24 - Private Dances 4: Blue Jones x Reader

14/08/24 - Scratch An Itch: Mojave!Jack x Reader

13/08/24 - Tear Down My Reason 5: Blue Jones x Reader

12/08/24 - Sun's Out, Guns Out: Anselm Vogelweide x Reader

11/08/24 - Project Blue Book: Nathan Bateman x Reader

08/08/24 - More Than Everything: Marc Spector x Reader

07/08/24 - Trine [6]: Anselm Vogelweide x Blue Jones x Reader

06/08/24 - Trine Headcanons: Anselm Vogelweide x Blue Jones x Reader

05/08/24 - Needy: Cecil Dennis x Reader

04/08/24 - Blue Blood and Rain [3]: King John x Reader

01/08/24 - Pull Away: Marc Spector x Reader

July 2024

25/07/24 - Play The Game: Marc Spector x Reader

18/07/24 - Private Dances [3]: Blue Jones x Reader

11/07/24 - Tear Down My Reason [4]: Blue Jones x Reader

04/07/24 - Deal Breaker: Trans!Santiago Pope Garcia x Reader

June 2024

19/06/24 - Private Dances [2]: Blue Jones x Reader

May 2024

16/05/24 - Piano S/O: Nathan Bateman x Reader

09/05/24 - Trine [5]: Anselm Vogelweide x Reader x Blue Jones

08/05/24 - Hold: Marc Spector x Reader

07/05/24 - Sub Drop: Nathan Bateman x Reader

06/05/24 - Trine [4]: Anselm Vogelweide x Reader x Blue Jones

05/05/24 - Kane Headcanons

02/05/24 - All Of Them Empty But Mine: Shimmer!Kane x Reader

01/05/24 - Got 'Em: Nathan Bateman x Reader

April 2024

30/04/24 - Banana Split: Steven Grant x Reader

30/04/24 - Free Ride [2]: Jake Lockley x Reader

30/04/24 - Cancelled: Jake Lockley x Reader

29/04/24 - Pussy Magnet: Jake Lockley x Reader

19/04/24 - Let's Get Out Of Here: Jake Lockley x Reader

02/04/24 - Happy Birthday Amy!

March 2024

26/03/24 - The Sweetest Thing: Jake Lockley x Reader

25/03/24 - Annoying Khonshu Headcanons

24/03/24 - Soft Spot: Blue Jones x Reader

23/03/24 - Bodyguard!Steven Headcanons

22/03/24 - Tell Me No: Marc Spector x Reader

21/03/24 - Free Ride: Jake Lockley x Reader

20/03/24 - Going Up: Steven Grant x Reader

19/03/24 - What A View: Steven Grant x Reader

18/03/24 - Play Pretend: Jake Lockley x Reader

13/03/24 - Just To Say: Marc Spector x Reader

09/03/24 - Carpet Burn: Jack (Mojave) x Benny Miller

04/03/24 - Blue Blood and Rain [2]: King John x Reader

Feb 2024

28/02/24 - Floorboards and Astroturf: Jake Lockley x Reader

[darling-i-read-it]

Burn

Dennis x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.8k 

Warnings: hand burn, descriptions of pain, i obviously dont condone murder or anything dennis gets into this is fiction and should be treated as such. Also, DID is a completely real illness and should be handled with care. I have a mild form and now how complex it can be. I try to be as accurate as I can to what the movie showcases 

Author’s Note: ‘people get exhausted trying to figure me out. And i just let them’ - a tik tok sound and also me never being consistent and writing whatever my little heart desires 

Summary: You’re a friend of practically everyone in the system and come over often. You haven’t seen Dennis in a while though which concerns you.  

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Dennis hadn't been around a lot lately. You had been seeing a lot of Barry, which was fine. You liked that he kept the system mostly level headed, even when one or two slipped through without notice. You had gotten used to the ever changing life of Kevin Wendell Crumb and the completely different personalities that lived inside of him. You had met almost all of them, save for The Beast. He was purposefully kept from you. You didn’t mind much though. If Dennis was slightly intimidated by him, you didn’t need to meet him.

You came around almost everyday to see how everyone was doing. Today you were bringing some groceries to make dinner together. You were hoping to squeeze Hedwig out to help you cook; he always liked to stir the pot. 

You knocked on the door lightly, the brown paper bag in your arms. Your face was mostly covered with vegetables. The door opened and you peaked around the corner, noting Barry’s signature hat with a smile. 

“You’ve brought plenty of gifts!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “And another horrendous outfit. What are we going to do with you?” He moved aside to the roll of your eyes. 

“If you want to change my style you could go shopping with me.”

“I am about to take you up on that offer. What are those? Distressed jeans from the 90s?” You put the bag down on the table, ignoring him. There were spots surrounding the sink from lack of cleaning. You tried not to let the disappointment manifest in your face. It meant Dennis still hadn’t been fronting since you had been here last. 

“We could always get you some new clothes as well.”

“When I get a job I will be sure to let you know dear. What goodies did you bring?” He peaked in the bag but you swatted his hand away gently. He feigned hurt. 

“I was thinking about making some sort of tacos.”

“You always try to please Hedwig,” Barry noted, rolling his eyes. 

“Mm Hedwig’s nice to me.”

“I am nice to you,” he protested. You nodded, putting your hand gently on his back in solidarity. 

“I’m sure you try,” you said sarcastically. Barry pursed his lips, shaking his head. You grabbed a rag and cleaned up the spots near the sink before they could bug you anymore. The dirtiness had never really been a problem for you until you started to see Dennis clean everything. You liked to keep his area clean now. Like someone was doing it for him in his absence. 

“You couldn’t have favored Ian?” Barry asked quietly, his tone of voice completely changed. You looked up at him, sensing the playfulness had left the atmosphere of the room. You gently put down the rag and cleared your throat. 

“It’s a habit,” you muttered quietly. 

“He hasn’t been around on purpose you know.” 

“I know.” 

You started to grab things out of the bag. Barry had his eyes on you. You had always been a close friend of mostly everyone. You hadn’t had a problem with anyone so to speak, just people you didn’t see as often. But you and Dennis had always been the closest. He wasn’t the first to warm up to you but he surely was the first you spoke to consistently.

“I would like to cook if that’s okay,” you said, trying to break up the moment. Barry nodded, shaking his head tastefully at you. You had your back turned when he walked around the back of you and onto your otherside. By the time he got there you could feel the demeanor change. You were no longer talking to Barry. 

“This is far too much green,” Hedwig said, picking up some cabbage. You smiled pleasantly. 

“I wanted to make tacos.” 

“Why did you bring tomatoes and lettuce et cetera?” 

“Cause you can put that in tacos. I wasn’t sure who I would be dining with,” you said evenly. “You can stir it.”

“Awesome.” 

-

He settled into an easy movement with you that ensued a lot of general laughs. Hedwig always kept you on your toes. You always enjoyed being around him. He showed you his CD player and you showed him some new CDs you bought, which he loved. He was busy stirring when you noticed a small fire forming at a previously unlit burner. 

“Hedwig watch your sleeve,” you said gently. 

“I’m fine.” 

“Hedwig.” You swatted his hand away and he tried to grab it back which caused you to move forward onto the burner. You screeched, burning your palm. You stumbled back, holding it, the neurons firing in worry. Hedwig was talking but you didn’t hear him because the pain was blinding. Water? Milk? Ice? Something cold. You needed something cold right now. 

Hedwig grabbed your hand and opened the ice box, shoving it inside. You felt immediate release, though the pain doesn't subside completely. You breathed evenly after a moment of panic and was able to look back up at your friend. 

Hedwig’s eyebrows were knitted and his lips had formed a thin line. You knew the look immediately. 

“Dennis?” you asked, voice slightly loopy. He didn’t look at you. 

“That was stupid,” he said evenly. “You know better than to hang around an open flame like that. Both of you do.” You could hear the tinge of anger in his voice. Your mind was still clearing, the tears that were pricking your eyes were subsiding. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. He shook his head harshly. 

“I’ll get it fixed immediately. It’s faulty.” You could practically hear the shiver down his spine. “It’s a mess.” He stood up, letting your hand go. You nodded, clearing your throat. You grabbed a couple ice cubes and held them in your hands. 

“We were making tacos. I was gonna clean up as we went but Hedwig was very quick moving.”

“Always is.” Dennis grabbed a towel and tossed it to you. “Put the ice around that. I’m going to clean this and then find the first aid.” You nodded sheepishly. You felt stupid. You did know better than to do something like this and you had paid the price. Though a part of you felt better now that Dennis was here. He was plating the tacos that were practically made. 

He buttoned up the shirt and grabbed his glasses, putting them on smoothly. You quietly opened cabinets in search of some help but he had already found it. He placed the first aid on the counter and continued to clean. 

You waited patiently for a couple minutes, ignoring the pain as best you could. Finally he turned to you and took your hand. His touch was chaste and never as gentle as you thought it was going to be but you didn’t mind. 

“I’m sorry,” you repeated. He shook his head. 

“It’s alright,” he finally settled on. He wrapped your hand and put the first aid away silently. You held your hand to your chest, proof that he was actually here. 

“Are you okay? I know you haven’t been out lately.”

“I’m fine.” 

“I missed seeing you. I see everyone else fairly regularly, even Patricia. I tried to clean for you but she said it was a lost cause. No one does it as spotless as you,” you said in a vain attempt to get him to just look at you. He placed the last napkin filled with loose shredded cheese in the trash and cleaned his hands under water. 

Finally he turned around, arms crossed. 

“Are you still in pain?” 

“A bit, yeah.” You looked down at your hand. He cleared his throat harshly and adjusted his glasses. 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He looked at the finished tacos listlessly. “Hedwig can come back. You can eat your food.” “One dish of tacos without Hedwig won’t hurt him. He’ll understand.” Dennis was having a hard time keeping eye contact with you. 

“I don’t know if I can stay long,” he admitted. “I jumped in at a crisis, to help Kevin.” You nodded. 

“Of course. Just one taco?” He pursed his lips. 

“Just one.” 

You nodded pleasantly and grabbed your plate, trying to be as neat as possible but still not managing to be as neat as him. You sat down across from each other and you used a fork, something you wouldn't have bothered to do with Hedwig. 

“I’ve missed you,” you admitted quietly again. He was quiet for a moment, contemplating words over chewing. He swallowed. 

“I suppose I’ve missed you as well.” 

You felt a rush in your heart but you tried to contain it. 

“You know, you could come out every once in a while. Just so we could see each other,” you suggested. “I’m sure I could make that work with Barry. You have an excellent reading voice.” His lips twitched into an almost smile. 

“If you would like to talk to him, I won’t argue.” You nodded once. That wasn’t a no. 

“Okay. Wonderful.” You looked down at your still throbbing hand. “Thank you by the way. For this. I don’t think Hedwig would have known what to do.” 

“He didn’t.” He reached across the table for it. He examined the wrap job with his thumb, holding his hand in yours. You breathed out evenly and glanced at his face. His eyes were intently staring at your hands. You gently wrapped your fingers around his and he tried not to let it startle him. 

“Is that okay?” you whispered. 

“Quite.” 

[ridemedaddyjames]

Split - Part IV

Split - Part III

Pairing: Kevin Wendell Crumb x reader

Warnings: angst, cursing, stockholm syndrome

Words: 2,100

“You mean you don’t wanna leave?” Hedwig questioned, completely befuddled by your response, his attention span dwindling again. “Okay, I’ll show you my room,” he shrugged, taking your hand in his as he led you through the complicated maze. When you finally found his room, it seemed to be a well organized mess. Of course, you could never find anything in here, but he had no trouble at all.

“Hedwig, this is your room!?” You exclaimed, smiling widely at how much it truly represented his mind and personality. With everything strewn about, it made it difficult to maneuver through the mess, but he managed to get to the CD player and turn up the music.

“Do you like it? Miss Patricia gets kinda angry when it’s a mess, and Dennis refuses to come in.” Hedwig said, wondering how you’d feel about all of it.

“I think it’s amazing, it really represents you,” and, just like that, you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning like a child. Hedwig always had that affect on you, to make you happy no matter what the situation may be.

“Wanna dance to some Kanye West?” He asked, grabbing you and showing you how to move as he twisted his body into different directions. You tried to mimic him, turning yourself in the same way, but, instead of dancing, you’d just ended up tripping on a pile of toys and clothes.

Hedwig laughed, bending over to help you up. Being the deviant you are, though, you decided to pull him down with you instead. He landed on the pile of clothes, rolling with laughter. “You’re the bestest friend ever,” he said, finally catching his breath as the two of you got up.

“Well, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you,” you reminded him as you wrapped your arms around him, comfortingly. He held you close, and you could feel him playing with your hair as you giggled.

“Okay, we gotta get back before Mr. Dennis comes, or he’ll be really mad that I let you out. Etcetera,” Hedwig nodded, walking with you back to the room where you were supposed to be being held.

The two of you exchanged one last hug before he disappeared, leaving you alone with your thoughts once again. This time you imagined what it may be like to have kids. Patricia would be the aunt that would spoil them rotten. Hedwig would look at it as having a new friend and twenty-four hour playmate. Dennis would probably see it as a nuisance, and would ask that you keep it contained, and Kevin...Kevin would be the happiest he’s ever been. He would want to prove that he could do it; raise a child without all the problems he had to face growing up. That in itself seemed reason enough to do it, but it was all a fantasy made up in your head, and you realized that when Dennis opened your door and let himself inside.

“I brought you something,” Dennis fidgeted, awkwardly, as he did his best to hide whatever it was behind his back. “Close your eyes, and put out your hands.”

If he’d have said those words to Marcia or Claire they would be screaming with fear, but you could hardly contain the excitement that was coursing through your veins. When you opened your eyes, you found a book resting in your palms. ‘Frankenstein’ you read, feeling an immediate attachment to him as a person with this inanimate object. You ran your fingers over the cover. The pages looked as if it had been read a thousand times, but the binding was so perfect that it seemed to be brand new. This represented how well put together he seemed on the outside, and the story behind those walls; his beautiful disguise. Your eyes lit up at the gesture, your heart racing in your chest.

“I thought you might like something to pass the time. It’s - um - it’s my favorite. You don’t have to read it if you don’t want to, though.” Dennis stated, his Boston accent thicker than usual in part to his nervousness. Tears swelled in your eyes, but you did your best to blink them away, still so awestruck that he had given you something that meant so much to him.

He was being so gentle, and, without even thinking, you leapt from your spot on the small cot to throw your arms around his neck. His hands rested against your waist, taking in the smell of your hair. Dennis was falling for you, and it absolutely terrified him, but you were just as broken as he was, and he couldn’t help but find some sort of comfort in knowing that.

“Dennis, will you dance with me?” You whispered in his ear, feeling his muscles tense at the feeling of your breath on his skin. It had been a weakness of his, and you’d known it from the start. That day he brought you here, asking Marcia to dance with him, you still burned with jealousy that it hadn’t been you in his arms. At first he was hesitant, his fingers landing stiffly against your sides, and you prayed to no one in particular that he would loosen up.

Finally, he moved with you, slowly at first, before the steps had taken on a life of their own. The two of you seeming to follow the same nonexistent rhythm as you danced to nothing at all. By the time you’d finished, you were entirely out of breath, arms around his neck, beaming widely up at him as you felt his chest against yours. You hadn’t realized how close the two of you had been, or how natural it all seemed.

Your insides fluttered, dying to say what was on your mind, but there weren’t enough words to speak how this man made you feel. Which is why you broke the nonexistent barrier, and, without warning, leaned up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his.

Dennis stood there, awkwardly, letting it happen, eyes wide in horror before slowly easing into it. You felt his hand slowly move up your back before holding you closer to him. His other placed, softly, against your cheek. Your eyes fell shut, enjoying every second. Your gut told you that this was wrong, but Gods how it felt so right. This was absolute bliss. This was love.

Suddenly, Dennis pulled away, taking a step back as he put his hands on his hips and stared at the ground. He was thinking, and you wanted to know what went on inside that beautiful mind, until he said something that cut you to your core.

“We can’t,” he realized, breaking the silence. “I shouldn’t have done this, it was a mistake. I can’t get close to you, it’ll only make things harder than they have to be.” He seemed to say it more to himself than to you. Finally, Dennis reached for the door to slam it shut, but you stopped him, taking hold of his thick, bulging, arm, and pressing yourself against him once again.

“Please, please, don’t go. I just,” you stopped, trying to find the words. “I dont want to be alone.”

The hurt in your eyes made him hesitate, and it was that split second of worry that told you he really did care. Before you could stop him, he’d rushed out of the room, leaving you in silence.

Feeling defeated, lost, and alone, you through yourself down on the cot before breaking down in tears. To your surprise, and after what felt like an eternity of sobbing, a soft voice came from the other side of the room. “Y/N, why you cryin?” Hedwig muttered, coming to sit beside you on the tiny bed. You had pulled your legs up to your chest, and, although you hesitated at first, you couldn’t stop yourself from falling into his arms. Hedwig didn’t know how to react, his body going limp compared to the stiffness of Dennis. You rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Ultimately, he opted for the safe route as he ran his fingers through your hair, soothingly.

“Is this because of Mr. Dennis? Was he mean to you?” Hedwig finally asked, mustering up the courage to talk to you. “If it is, I told him we’re dating, and that he doesn’t have a chance.”

“Hedwig, I need to tell you something,” you muttered, feeling your heart break once again.

“Wait, wait! Do you like Mr. Dennis?!” Hedwig gasped, unable to comprehend what was happening as he pushed you off of him. “But - but I thought you were my girlfriend?!” He stammered, looking at you like a lost puppy.

“You’re my friend, and I care about you in a different way than I care about him.” You confessed, trying your best to clear up this whole entire situation. “I love you both, just in different ways,” saying it out loud meant finally coming to terms with it, and it only made it hurt worse. Maybe you’d been wrong; maybe Dennis didn’t care about you at all.

“He didn’t pick you! He wanted them. The other girls! You’re mine!” He shouted, bringing you back to reality as your breath caught in your throat. This nine year old had found a way to pour salt in an open wound, and you could feel it eating at you from the inside out.

A heart wrenching sob pulled from your throat, echoing off the walls as you tried to stop yourself from falling apart in front of him. Fuck this, fuck all of it. What made Claire and Marcia so perfect?

Hedwig sat there, fearing what you might do next as the truth soared through your veins like a venomous drug. Your eyes were bloodshot, your throat burned, and you felt like you could never shed another tear, but they still came. “Y/N...do you want me to talk to him? I mean, he doesn’t really listen to me, but I can if you want me to,” Hedwig offered, seeing how hard this was for you. As much as he wanted you for himself, he couldn’t help that he also wanted to make you happy.

“You would do that for me?” You whimpered, wiping the tears from your eyes. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you didn’t deserve Hedwig as a friend, he was too kind hearted.

“Of course I would, but, I don’t know what you see in him, I think he’s creepy,” Hedwig shivered, making a disgusted face. It was enough to make you smile, leaning in for a quick hug before he took off.

Part of you hated yourself for what you were about to do, but the other half convinced you that it was okay. So, instead of shredding the book that Dennis had given you, you’d decided to read it instead. With every turn of a page you found yourself falling more in love with him as a person, and understanding why this book mattered to him so much. As your eyes grew heavy, you pulled the book against your chest, cradling it in your arms; which is exactly how you’d fallen asleep.

When you woke up, Dennis was standing over you, arms crossed, breathing heavily. It seemed as if he were contemplating how to go about this whole ordeal. Looking up at him, you were sure your eyes were bloodshot, and you realized your appearance must have been questionable.

“Speak,” he finally ordered, making you jump at how dark his voice was. This was a side of him that you’d rarely seen, and it was starting to make you nervous. It should’ve absolutely terrified you, made you cower beneath him. No, this voice did something entirely opposite. It awoke something in you that you’d never felt before; a burning hunger in your gut that was completely alien to you. You needed him like a moth needed a flame, and like an addict needed a drug. He was your drug. Dennis never made it feel like love, though. No, this was cat and mouse to him. Just another game, and, with your head in the clouds, you couldn’t help but let your mouth flow freely with how you’d been feeling from the moment you were brought here.

“I think I love you,” you muttered, giving it everything you had as you threw all caution to the wind. This was your chance to get exactly what you wanted, pain, and lies, and chaos combined. If he didn’t kill you, the adrenaline of your love for him would.

[ariana-maryse]

Imagine...

Dennis trying to help you when you’re not feeling well.

You’d come down with something rather quickly. Whether it was the flu or something else, you couldn’t be sure. All you knew is that you wanted to melt into your bed and stay there.

Once Dennis heard how congested you were, he was all business; asking you what you were feeling, if you had a fever, whether you’d been to the doctor, and more.

He came over after a trip to the store. “Ah, y/n, it’s a mess in here. This isn’t good. Here, take this.”

“You didn’t have to do all this, Dennis.”

“Be quiet and rest. I’ll get you some food.”

(For anon)

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The One That Didn't Like You/Dennis Pt. 1

Summary: Dennis doesn't seem to like you... but you like him;) part 2 is smutty. Er. Smuttier.

Warning: sexual themes

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Why couldn't you have fallen in love with Kyle from Food City? Or Jace from high-school band? Or Louis from Tinder? No, you had to catch feelings for the person least interested in you. Miss Patricia said that was wrong, she seemed to think he tolerated you more than he did. Jade and Barry shared the sentiment, albeit a bit more dramatically, they tried to tell you he was completely definitely in love with you. Kevin even argued that he must have some feelings for you. And Hedwig, well Hedwig kept asking if you could name your kids after him. You hadn't talked to many of the others about it, you weren't as close with them. However, even with people whose opinions you would usually trust without thought assuring you that Dennis did not find you disgusting, you were utterly unconvinced.

Dennis was a refined, intelligent, put together man. He probably preferred a woman more along the lines of those standards. You did not fit that image. Your dismissal of Dennis's alleged feelings were not solely based on your insecurities, however. As comfortable as you were with everyone from Patricia to even the Beast and all the personalities in between, you had never been able to create a connection between yourself and Dennis. It wasn't for lack of trying, you used to always try to talk to Dennis when he was around. He wasn't rude to you by any means, you could just tell that he was uncomfortable. He averted his eyes, answered quickly, and never initiated a conversation. At first you thought maybe you had an unevenly buttoned shirt, or a stain on your jeans, that maybe his OCD was the reason for his discomfort. However, no matter how you dressed or meticulously inspected yourself it was never enough.

You couldn't believe you had fallen for him in the first place. It wasn't as if you were in love when you first met him, though you couldn't lie, seeing his body language and expressions did make you fairly attracted to him. You had primarily only found him attractive for the longest time. Your infatuation didn't start until one night when you had stayed over at their place. You were up very late, sitting in the kitchen and sipping on a glass of water. Dennis had heard when you tripped over your own pajama pants and fell outside his door. You hadn't disclosed your reasoning for requesting to stay at their home, but it was clear something was bothering you. Dennis approached you slowly.

"I'm sorry I woke you up," you mumbled.

"You alright?" he asked. He stayed a good distance away from you, not quite willing to sit beside you or even stand beside you.

You rubbed your eyes, hoping he would think the redness was from your hand and not your tears. "Yeah, fine."

Dennis simply stared at you for a second before he turned around and left without a word. You almost burst into tears then, not sure what you had expected, but hoping for something more. It was a good thing you didn't though, because mere moments later he returned. You couldn't speak you were so shocked when he walked up behind you, placing a much too big for you sweater around your shoulders. The warmth you felt startled you, as you honestly hadn't even realized you were cold. Dennis smoothed the shoulders down over you, pressing out all the wrinkles. It was because of his OCD, but in that moment it just felt like a tender touch.

"It's my old one, you can have it. I know Kevin makes it pretty cold in here." He rumbled, his low voice sending more shivers down your spine.

You barely mumbled a thank you as he left, staring wide eyed at his retreating back.

It was sad that this was what turned the tables for you, but now anytime you saw him you felt a rush of emotions; nervousness, attraction, longing... honestly it was embarrassing. From that moment on you were sure every interaction was different, at least in your head. You thought he looked at you with a slightly difficult look in his eye, but it was probably nothing.

Part of you hoped he wouldn't be home tonight, but part of you hoped he would be. You had requested again to stay with them again tonight, and Jade had cleared it with you. As you wandered down the endless corridors to get to their home, you tried not to think too much about Dennis and just focus on the directions you'd memorized to get to them. Two rights and a left later and you stepped up to their main door, raising a fist to knock.

"Hold on a minute," you heard Jade stumble to the door, checking when you heard a thud and a curse. The door swung open and Jade froze, expression shifting from a welcoming smile to a rather coy one. "Well hello, foxy lady," she teased.

You flushed, pulling down your skirt. "Shut up," You stepped by her, hanging your purse on the coat rack. "thanks again for letting me stay over... again,"

Jade ignored you, striding over and spinning you around to face her. She bit her lip, giving you a once over. "Well if you're tryna catch his attention you're definitely on the right track,"

"I'm not, shut up!" You were lying. You definitely picked out a pleated black and yellow plaid skirt with an oversized black off the shoulder sweater for a reason - and the lack of bra was also for a reason. It wasn't too obvious, though. You weren't that brave.

Jade was, though. She reached out and gave your boob a squeeze, laughing when you squealed and swatted her away. "What's this for then?"

You tried to hide your smile. "I just felt like it."

"Well I'm impressed but I'm not the one you're trying to impress," Jade giggled. "Sit down, I'll start the movie."

You flopped onto the couch, pulling your skirt down over your thighs. It was pretty short...

You had a bad day. A really bad day. Your roommate was a bitch but she charged low rates. On days when she was particularly bad you stayed over with Kevin and the alters. In your heated rush to pack your bag and head out you had made a rash decision. You were mad at your roommate and your landlord and some asshole on the freeway and when you thought of him, Dennis too. So you were going to make it hard for him to ignore you. You knew he had a thing for pleated skirts and obviously braless girls, Barry had made fun of his fashion taste enough in the past. You were gonna piss everyone off today. However, as you walked down the corridors your anger cooled, and you had begun to realize what you were wearing, just as you were now, sitting on the couch.

You couldn't focus on the movie at all. You were too stressed that Dennis would take the light at some point tonight, or that Jade would convince him to. You didn't think she noticed your discomfort. By the end of the movie you had wiggled your skirt so low it was hanging lower on your hips, and Jade was almost asleep. She let out a yawn, stretching her arms above her head.

"It's late girl," she stood, rubbing her eyes. "I'm gonna head to sleep."

You breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully she'd go to sleep and nobody else would get the light, and if she didn't you'd get to bed fast anyway. "Okay, I'll go soon too."

"Gnight, Y/N." Jade mumbled, shuffling to her room.

You stayed there for a moment before finally getting up the energy to stand. You were tired too. You winced at your skirt's waistband cutting into your hips. You glanced around the corner, making sure there was no sign of Jade before you pulled up your skirt. Geez, it barely covered your ass. You hoped you hadn't flashed anyone on your way there...

You decided tonight you would grab yourself a glass of water first and then head to bed, so you grabbed your bag and made your way to the kitchen. You stood on your tippy toes and grabbed yourself a glass. You filled it with water and began to walk to your room, but, because you were ever a klutz, tripped over your own feet. Now thankfully you didn't fall, but you did definitely drop the entire glass on the floor. You cursed. The glass somehow didn't shatter, but did leave a rather large puddle and roll all the way under the table. You decided you would tackle the puddle first. You managed to soak most of it up with half a roll of paper towels pretty quickly, you just needed the glass. You knelt down, spotting it on the other side of the table. Shifting to your hands and knees you almost had to go completely under the table, but you did manage to grab it. Just as you grasped the glass, you heard a voice behind you.

"Fucking hell."

You knew that voice anywhere. You cringed inwardly, scooting out from under the table and trying your best not to look at Dennis, who was undoubtedly disgusted by the mess he knew you just made. "Sorry, I dropped my glass... I cleaned it up, and the glass didn't even break, see? I -"

You broke and looked up at him, but froze when you saw him. His expression was not one you had seen before. His fists were clenched and so was his jaw. His eyes were not on the damp floor or the unbroken glass, but on your skirt. You swallowed. Oh yeah, your skirt. You were just bent over in front of him. He had to be blind to not have seen all the way to your thong.

His chest heaved under his white night t shirt and you could tell his teeth were clenched as he spoke. "What... what are you doing?"

"I..." you swallowed, slowly standing up. "Cleaning up my mess..."

He wasn't satisfied with that answer. He just stared at you, his face and body so tense it looked like he was fighting something. You pulled down your skirt a little, and his eyes darted down to it.

"Why are you wearing that? You never dress like this,"

"You know what I dress like?" you cringed inwardly. That was not the conversation you should be having. You didn't know what conversation you should be having, but if wasn't that.

"Yes, I've been around you and seen what you wear. It isn't that."

You felt a little offended by his attitude towards you. Usually he was passive, but right now he was being so aggressive. "Why does it matter? Maybe I had a date or I just thought I looked good,"

His expression changed. "Why did you have a date?"

"I didn't," you admitted, half wishing you'd have lied. "But I could've,"

"With who?"

You blinked. "Nobody, I just said -"

"You said you could have. You could have had a date with who?"

This was a strange conversation. You could almost, almost see jealousy in Dennis's eyes. So you made a decision. If you were wrong this would be the most embarrassing moment in your life, but if you were right...

You stepped forward, pulling your skirt back up on your hips. You noted his lingering gaze. "Dennis, why does that matter? If I want a date I will go get one. I have nobody pining over me or waiting for me so I have no reason not to. So if I want to pull up my skirt and take off my bra and go find somebody who thinks I'm beautiful and wants to take me home I will. I have nothing stopping me, do I?"

You were at a standstill. You wouldn't speak until he spoke first. You felt triumphant, confident.

Then, Dennis turned to leave.

You watched in shock as he rounded the corner, all of your confidence draining. You were wrong. "Fuck you and fuck me," you mumbled. Tears welled in your eyes. "Asshole."

"What was that?"

You shook your head, grabbing your bag and stomping down the hallway with hi.. "I said fuck you and fuck me, you asshole."

"Why?"

You stopped, spinning to face him. "Because you can't be a normal person. You can't just reject me or tell me you're not interested, you just walk away. You walk away like your better than me and you are I guess but you don't have to be such a fucking dick about it!"

"Reject you?"

"Yes, reject me. What you think I dressed like your fantasy chick and stare at you all the time because I'm interested in somebody else?"

Dennis looked stunned. Completely and utterly stunned. You felt your heart beat slow. You were at another standstill, but this time he was cemented in place.

"You didn't know that?" you asked.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why me?"

You felt your heart melt as his voice broke. You thought it had been obvious. "Because... you're sweet, deep down. You're protective, you care so deeply for Kevin and the others, you're smart and eloquent ... I love your accent, you're so identifiable from the others, you're handsome and brave... because you're you, Dennis."

Dennis had tears welled in his eyes, and he looked like he was assessing you, searching for a reason to doubt you.

You decided to take another risk. You walked to him slowly, giving him enough time to back away if he needed. You stopped right in front of him, so close you could feel the heat coming off of his body. You moved incredibly slowly, giving him even more time to back away, but he still didn't. So you leaned in and wrapped your arms around his waist, laying your head on his chest. It took him a moment but to your surprise, he slowly wrapped his arms around you too. Your heart was beating so hard you were sure he could feel it, but you could feel his too. His body was firm and warm and you never wanted to let go. You felt his breath on your ear as he nuzzled into you.

"Is this a rejection hug?" you mumbled.

"No," Dennis's chest rumbled as he spoke.

You squeezed him lightly, gently starting to stroke his back. It took him a moment, but you felt Dennis's hand shakily, slowly lower. With one hand he played with the hem of your shirt, and with the other he gently rubbed the place your bra would be. You slid a hand under his shirt, letting it rest on his side and giving him permission to do the same.

His hand slid under slowly, just barely grazing your skin with his fingertips before he let himself lay his hand flat on your back. He shuddered as he felt up your bare back, imagining what was on the other side. You could feel his hesitation to touch you any further. Your body was screaming for him to touch you, but you were also scared of this being a one time thing. You loved him, this would be more than sex for you.

"Dennis?"

He retracted his hand, assuming he had crossed a line. "I'm sorry, I -"

"No no," you grabbed his larger hand, holding it as best you could in yours. "If you want to take me into your bedroom and screw me and then pretend it never happened I can't do that. I can't get you for a night and never have you again, I want so much more with you. So tell me now, please."

Dennis stared down at you as if you had three heads. "Nobody's ever looked at me like you do," he mumbled.

You flushed and looked away, focusing on his hand. He pulled it from your hand and instead engulfed yours with his. He gave it a squeeze. "Please don't ever stop," He said.

You couldn't keep the smile that spread across your face off. You brought his hand to your cheek, pressing against him and closing your eyes. He released your hand and held your face for a moment before he moved again, threading his hand through your hair and cupping the base of you head. He watched you closely for any sign you wanted him to stop. You made sure not to give him any. Slowly, he leaned in, stopping again just before your lips touched. You stood up on your toes and pressed your mouth on his, your whole body electrifying. You'd fantasized about this for so long, and it was everything you'd ever dreamed of. He was perfect, the hand on the back of your neck firm hut not painful, his other hand traveling down your side and under your shirt to squeeze your waist. You couldn't decide where to put your hands first. He was finally yours to hold and squeeze and just touch. Your right hand cupped his jaw, loving the feel of him moving in the kiss. Your other hand mimicked his, under his shirt and feeling up his back. You moaned into his mouth and he gripped your hair along with your neck, and you squeaked when he pulled you forwards. He broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.

"I... I want..." you couldn't get the words out, or you couldn't decide on them, you weren't even sure.

He understood. "You sure?"

"Yes."

[onetrackbeanbrain]

Scary? My God You’re Divine (Pt. 1)

(But also scary, yes)

TW: mentioned kidnapping, mentioned Dennis (his uh, desires or whatever)

Gender-neutral

Patricia x artist!reader

Reader is imagined to be 20-27: taking the place of Casey, was kidnapped in the same car as Marcia and Claire

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“I understand this must all seem so unsatisfactory for you, but we are doing the best we can.” Patricia explained, leading you to the kitchen.

“…and I- appreciate the effort.” You stumbled out, following her. Her wrist was around your own, and it was all you could focus on besides the lingering fear of being kidnapped.

There had to be something wrong with you, deep down.

“Hm, well, it is nice to see that at least one of you is grateful, despite the obvious circumstances.” She hummed, glancing back at you and Marcia.

Your shoulders tensed a bit, as you blushed lightly. Maybe whatever was wrong was closer to the surface than you initially thought. You were an artist at your core, and Patricia- she would be a perfect muse. She was stunning, in a dark way.

You felt Marcia trembling behind you.

The three of you made it to the kitchen, where Patricia began to make an additional meal. Playing music through the radio, she began telling facts about animals- the great felines, tigers, lions, carcass feeding. Marcia and you both felt a chill down your spine at the last one, albeit for different reasons.

SLAM!

“It’s crooked.” Patricia sighed, “I- forgive me, I’ll have to make a new one.” Her back turned to you both, her shawl highlighting her subtle muscle movements along her back. It reminded you of the tigers she was waxing poetic about earlier.

Then, you saw Marcia gesture to the door, and back at you. Another escape attempt? After what happened with Claire? You think you’ll pass…the strength Dennis had shown, with his inclinations, you’d rather not be on their bad side. Though, Marcia didn’t seem to get that message.

Standing up, Marcia grabbed the chair and turned towards Patricia. It was a useless attempt, and if she was going to try it alone anyways…if you both were splitting ways-

“Patricia!”

She whirled around, knife in hand and eyes widened slightly, just as Marcia brought the chair down. “Gh!” Her arm caught most of the force, but twisted slightly downwards regardless from the impact. You stepped forward, out of your chair and towards the enraged woman, reaching out to help her.

She stands the same time you reach closer, and you only lightly brush her shoulder. Her eyes flick quickly towards yours, face tightened in anger- and something unreadable. Then, it was gone.

“Thank you for the warning darling. Please, stay here. Do not touch anything.”

She rushes out of the room, hurrying after the raven-haired girl. And you’re left to your own devices.

…She told you not to touch anything.

So you shouldn’t touch anything.

But it couldn’t hurt to find a pencil and paper, would it? Practically harmless, you doubt you would get punished too severely for it. You could always return it if they asked. Obviously, trying to reach electronics of any sort would put you in a bad light- but simple drawing supplies? You had been itching to make a basic sketch of some of the alters since you woke up here.

You ignored the distant clamoring in the next room. Opening some drawers in the kitchen, you surprisingly find a pen and some loose post-it notes. There are some with old grocery lists written down but a few blank ones as well. ‘Good enough for now’.

You just needed to get a sketch down of Patricia. God, she was just- beautiful. In an unorthodox way perhaps, since many were sure to see her as a blight on humankind (bigotry and all that), but she was stunning. You’ve wanted to draw her every time she’s greeted you and the others.

By the time Patricia got back, ‘without Marcia’ you noted, you had gotten the lower half of her face, a slight smile and jawline, and her turtleneck and shawl down to her golden locket. You had to choose where to cut off since the sticky note was so small. You were just adding shading when she strode over and took the two out of your hands. She was furious.

“I believe I was quite clear about not touching anything, dear. What could you even be doing with a pen and- …oh.”

You were wide-eyed now, holding your breath. You knew she would be upset at seeing her orders disobeyed but…it was up to what she thought of the drawing.

“Is this, supposed to be me?” Patricia’s eyes flicked to the drawing, and back to you. She brought the hand not holding the pen and drawing up to her locket, clearly- something. Surprised? Confused?

“I, I’ve wanted to draw you since I got here. I couldn’t help it.”

Her gaze locked onto yours, unspeaking, drawing up to her full height. Her eyes narrowed, still suspicious.

“I’m sorry, I went against your order. I was going to return-“ You stammered.

“I suppose it is understandable, dear. Do not think too much on it.” Patricia whispered. It was clear she was still a bit confused, but she wouldn’t ask questions. She was the one in charge, no weakness would show here, not even if this strange person seemed to take a- what, a fascination? With them? Or just with her? She would figure it out later.

“Just go back to your room, do it now.”

“Can I have the pen and some-“

“No.”

[liveslivedinthemind]

It’s called Freefall Chapter 3

Summary: When you're born, the Universe has already decided who will be your soulmate by marking their first touch on your skin. Some of those soul marks are just a small fingerprint on their shoulder, or maybe a hand mark from a handshake. Some even have multiple, and it is never sure what kind of a bond you're destined to have with your soulmate. Alexandra Turner is a special case however, as her whole body is covered in marks. 24 to be exact. What she doesn't know that there's someone else out there with 24 marks who's waiting for her to bump into them.

Pairing: Original Female Character x Kevin Wendell Crumb/Dennis/Barry/the whole system

Fandom: Split

Word count: 1.4k

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Barry couldn’t stop smiling to himself as he led Alex through the masses of people that were leaving their workplaces. He had met his soulmate, he had actually met her and he had been the first one as well out of everyone. He knew that they were all on the same team, that being Kevin’s, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit special since he had found the one destined for them. 

But no matter how happy he was, Barry still felt a bit of sadness because even he could see that there was something hurting Alex, something that was stopping her from feeling the same joy he had in his heart. He had always known that he’d have to be prepared to be rejected by their soulmate purely because of his condition, but he never expected to be met with sadness before he had even had the chance to introduce himself. He wasn’t sure what had happened to her, but he knew that, if she allowed him to, he’d want to make sure that sadness would be replaced with a smile. 

Alex found herself in front of a small café that was only a five minute walk away from the therapist’s office. It looked quite quiet inside, despite the busy traffic outside, which she was very grateful for. Nodding a thank you to Barry for holding the door open for her, she stepped in and looked around - there were only a few patrons there and plenty of empty tables were free for them to have what she suspected was going to be one of the most difficult conversations in her life. 

“What do you want to drink, Alex?”

She heard Barry ask and she immediately looked up at the chalkboard menu on the wall, her head swimming with options. She tried to open her mouth and  reply with anything, but no voice came out. She was still unable to fully speak and her cheeks flushed, ashamed of her own anxiety getting the best of her. 

But Barry just smiled reassuringly and gently placed his hands on her shoulder, right on top of his mark. He may not know or understand what’s going on in her mind, but he could tell that at that very moment, he needed to just offer that extra bit of support so he looked up at the menu and offered,

“How about we just get a teapot to share? Is Earl Grey okay?”

Alex was shocked to hear him speaking up with a choice, taking a lot of pressure off her shoulders. She nodded, this option was fine with her and the smile she received in return made her feel a bit more at ease as well. 

After Barry had ordered and picked up their teapot from the barista, he led her to one of the more secluded areas to sit down. She had picked up the cups for the both of them before following him, happy that he had chosen a private space for them. She may not fully know what was to come but she had a gut feeling that it would not be a simple ‘how’s the weather today’ type of a conversation. There was a silence between them as they settled in at the table for two, neither of them wanting to scare the other off it seemed. Once sat and both of their breathing had calmed, Barry finally looked at her properly and spoke up with his voice being gentle and soft, something that didn’t fully suit his massive frame.

“So, as I mentioned before, I do have a couple of marks on me. Now… before I continue, I just want you to know that I won’t force anything that you don’t want, Doll, so please just speak your mind on what I’m about to explain to you.”

He paused for a moment and looked across the table at Alex, the fear of just outright rejection slowly building up in his chest. She remained as silent as she had been, there wasn’t any indication that she would bolt again so he continued,

“There’s no smooth way to say this because I can’t really sugarcoat any part of it too much so here goes nothing… The reason why I visit doctor Fletcher is because I have DID.”

“DID?”

“Dissociative identity disorder. Have you heard of it maybe?”

Barry was praying to whoever was listening that she wouldn’t run, and that she would have heard at least something about his condition. He really didn’t want to explain the details of what it is and how it came to be, it wasn’t really a conversation to have over tea in his opinion. Luckily Alex nodded and whispered softly,

“I read about it a little when I looked Doctor Fletcher up.”

Barry gave her a kind smile and his heart was breaking just a little at how delicate she sounded. He didn’t know if it was the soul bond between the two of them but he felt an immense drive to make sure that nothing would spook Alex. He just had to make sure that none of her words would get lost between them, he’d always make sure her voice was heard at least by him. He was also relieved that she had some knowledge on his condition since this would save him from explaining everything from scratch. 

Barry poured some tea for the both of them and started to explain a bit more in the meantime,

“Now this is all speculation from doc’s side but she seems to be under the impression that there is a possibility that all of us in Kevin’s body might actually share a soulmate. We all seem to have a mark correlated to us, however it is just statistically unlikely that we haven’t even met a single one of our soulmates yet so… She seems to think it’s actually just one person. In our little situation, she thinks it’s you who’s the soulmate to all of us. Now-”

“How many?”

Alex had cut him off before he could continue and he looked at her for a moment, unsure if he should answer truthfully, scared it might frighten her too much. Barry sighed, knowing it would cause more harm to lie so he replied,

“24 in total. Kevin is the host, the OG so to speak. The others, me included, came later on and so did the extra marks.”

There was a moment of silence, tense of the unknown. Alex’s mind was going a thousand miles per hour as she tried to grasp the situation at hand. She had met one of her soulmates but it then turned out that it is most likely all of them. She thought that she would be happy but it was all so overwhelming for her to even fully accept. She took a deep breath before she spoke her mind,

“There are 24 marks on me as well, Barry. So I think that Doctor Fletcher might be right. It’s a lot to take in though, I honestly do not know what to say or do or if I should be happy or sad or…”

Her words got caught in her throat and she clamped up once again, unable to verbalize her trail of thoughts fully. Her eyes started darting from Barry to the outside to her mug and to her hands, not sure if she should run or stay. There were so many thoughts and images flashing through her brain that it all just blurred together in a consistent state of movement and screaming. 

Without thinking too much about it, Alex pulled out a piece of paper from her bag along with a pen and jolted down her name and phone number before she grabbed everything and bolted out of the door without uttering a single syllable. She needed to get out, away from the man who would be responsible for every single one of her marks over time. She just couldn’t look at him because deep down, without her even fully realizing it, her heart was slowly starting to beat only for them.

Back at the coffee shop, Barry was dumbfounded, still sitting at the table. This had been the second time that day his soulmate had fled from him but he knew it would cause a lot of harm if he were to go after her this time. He picked up the piece of paper and very carefully put it in his wallet to make sure he wouldn’t lose it. He finished his cup and looked out of the window, trying to soothe the ache in his chest from the very slight rejection he was feeling from the escape of his soulmate. His efforts were in vain however because from somewhere, he could hear Hedwig innocently asking,

“Is she scared of me et cetera?”

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[askforimagineoroneshot]

Barry and Dennis HC - SO wants a baby (Split HC)

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Barry

He is surprised by your idea but is not against it.

He seems happy about it - trying to support you as much as he can.

But he is afraid - what will others say about it - what will they do.

He knows he has to be careful - for everyone's safety.

Also he doubts himself in the sense of being a good dad and if he would be good at making you feel supported.

Eventually goes to ask - he can't keep asking himself he will go crazy.

Will go to you with the question if you think he will be a good dad.

Please let him know he will be great.

He will be, he just needs someone to lead him the way.

After he gets over all the stress about himself he is great.

He is not controlling - at all.

He will give you all the control of when you two will try for the baby.

You are the one that sets the pace of this all.

He will be amazing at planning things for you.

He will make sure that all of your doctor appointments are marked in the calendar.

He is so attentive - but maybe he will not always be there for them - he is not the only one living in that body so you have to understand.

Please be kind and understanding.

When you manage to get pregnant he will be so unbelievably happy.

And also all the fears will be back - but he will get there with you.

He will read about what he needs to do to be ready.

AND he will enjoy reading about it.

He is more than ready to be a father and is ready to be all you need him to be.

When it comes to the baby's room he is ready to go all out.

He knows what he is doing - trust him.

He will ask about what you want in your baby's room.

He makes it useful.

And make it like you want it to.

Also - it will be so pretty - you just wait.

He is also waiting for your input after he is done.

He knows that you will see what he didn't.

“Come on, love. Let me know what needs to be fixed.”

I am a little jealous of you girl.

He is ready to accomodate you and your baby.

If you make sure he is confident in his abilities he will make sure you are most certainly satisfied in your needs for the baby and above.

You are more than ready to have this baby by his side.

Dennis

He is a lot more controlling than anyone.

He is really set up for a clean and organized environment.

At first he did not really like the idea.

And he lets you know how he feels about it at first.

And it might scare you a little at first.

But just let him think about it properly - trust me.

He just needs some time to think and plan about it but he will get there.

He will have a conversation about it.

Like the grown ups you are - very responsible.

He comes with all the arguments that you NEED to hear to make the decision about this - it is your future.

Will also talk about other personalities and what it will take to make sure everyone is safe in this process.

It is important to have this conversation.

He will plan it all out if you are ready.

After you give him the green light that you really want this he will go all out.

He has it all planned out - he will take you to the doctor and then we will plan out everything.

Oh when I say everything I MEAN everything.

He will plan out when you will try to conceive.

Then he will move to the next step - he has a plan in his head.

You are in good hands - he knows what he's doing - he did the research.

He will make sure all of the others know when he will take you to the doctor's appointments - he will make sure  he is there.

He will make sure that the baby's room has what it needs.

If you want changes it will need to be a little ones - and you will do them.

He is really needy when it comes to cleaning and all of that but you know that already.

He makes sure that everything is clean and ready.

Also makes you food and makes sure you are well fed on vitamins and all of that.

It might not always be fun but he means well - and he knows what he's doing.

He will also try his best to not be in your way when it comes to your moods and all.

It can be fun with him but also in a way of his planning.

He is really trying for you to not be too much - please understand.

[just-a-sleepy-idiot]

Multifandom Preference: Reader thinking about ki//ing themselves

Content/Warnings: Obviously suicidal Reader, don‘t read if that triggers you

Dennis

He cherishes you for being as broken as him, but when he finds out that you seriously consider ending your life his heart sinks. He wants to be broken with you together, living despite of it all, in spite of all the people who want you gone. And that you want yourself to be gone as well.. he can‘t bear the thought of someone with a beautiful soul like you to stop existing. Dennis is a stiff character, but he will go to everything in his power to make you feel comfortable and loved even though that certainly isn‘t his domain. But he doesn‘t just want to leave that to Patricia and the others, because you are especially important to him.

Anton Chigurh

You have always been the exception for Anton, you are the only one he shows care and expresses affection for. But when he finds out that you wish to die he will intensify that, pressing kisses on the back of your hand, taking you out to dinner even though he usually prefers to stay away from public spaces. He brings death to so many people and you are the only one who‘s life he cares for, so trying to help you to continue on living is the first time he makes an effort completely opposite of his job. But he will try to be there, try to find a safe place to stay for the two of you so you are able to start a therapy there.

Billy & Stu

When they find out that you don‘t want to live anymore they fall silent, and it‘s rare that they both quiet down like that. They will be in shock- Stu‘s smile vanishes and Billys intense gaze softens up as they take in this information. From that moment on they will make sure that at least one of them is around you at all times, even though they will deny that. Suddenly they will hold a lot of sleepovers, suggesting to have movie nights at one of their places or to cut school when you‘re having a bad day. You are their favorite person, the only person they would never endanger despite their delusions.

The Sinclair brothers

They all care about you but show this in quite different ways, especially when they find out that you seriously think about dying. Lester is probably the only one who is able to express this with words, telling you on behalf of his brothers as well how much you mean to them and that they love and cherish you. Vincent is more the physical type, taking your hand ever so often or pulling you into a hug. Bo though has problems being soft in both ways though, so he tries his best to let it show through his actions, like by getting nice things from the city when he went away for groceries and the like.